#i thought it was just an innocent video of him having a cramp

[never-looked-so-good]

📷 @/leclercsletters

[takiberry]

drippin’ | shigeta harua x reader 🍭

idol!shigeta harua x reader 🎀

🍓 nsfw! please dni if uncomfortable with harua smut of any sort!!

wc: i have no clue. | harua and reader r in the dorms

warnings!: exprienced! bf! harua , exhibition, mean yet soft dom! harua, reader gets called kitten ALOT, fem! reader, some degrading, some praising, fingering, pussy eating, harua gets rough and has a corruption kink, there’s a surprise midway 😊

“if i asked you to fuck me, would you?” your sudden question jumped your boyfriend, his eyes widened with shock as he looked at you. now your innocent looking boyfriend here has much more experience in sex than you ever had, why? you’re a fucking virgin. harua thought about it for a second then nodded after calming himself from the sudden burst of curiosity, oh how he loved how semi-innocent you sounded asking that, almost made him want to fuc- yeah okay.. “yeah, i would, but only if you were ready baby.” he said with a small laugh as his arms that were wrapped around your waist tightened a bit, he was wondering why you asked such a question so suddenly.. did you want him to fuck you now? or was he being too in thought about this, he was snapped out of his thoughts by you once again. “i want you to fuck me, harua, please.” you said as you stared up at your bunny like boyfriend with innocent eyes, you’ve always wondered what it was like to have sex, you trusted harua more than anything to take your virginity and now you feel as if you’re ready to let it happen now after months of thinking about it, you can hope harua will agree to it, knowing him, he does tend to get nervous here and there when it comes to this subject. harua cleared his throat as he felt himself already harden at the way your eyes twinkled at him like a pretty kitten just begging to be touched.

“alright, alright, i’ll fuck you but you have to be quiet, we aren’t the only ones here, baby.” harua finally spoke as he caressed your cheek with his thumb before tracing it along your lower lip, oh how harua has longed for this moment and it’s finally happening, he gets to corrupt your innocent little mind. he’s just gonna have so much fun with you, who knows, might even video it just so he can remember it. you nodded as you stared up at him, wondering what his next move is, harua suddenly shoved his hand into your shorts, a gaso leaving your lips as he chuckled. “cute, this might feel weird, okay? just be a good kitten and take it,hm?” he whispered into your ear as you just nodded, he smiled softly before moving your underwear aside gently pushing a finger into you. a whine left your lips as he kissed your neck, leaving a few love bites on it as he slowly pumped his finger in and out of you as you held onto his shirt gently, biting onto your lip. “ha-harua.. that feels..” you mewled out as your grip tightened on his shirt tightly, he hummed and looked down at you as he pushed in another finger, a small smirk on his face. “feels what, kitten? you gotta use your words.” he kissed your nose as he sped his fingers up, chuckling at the little whiny moans you had left out before he looked into your eyes. “feels .. g-good.. but i want more..” you whined as your hips decided to move on their own, grinding themselves onto his fingers, harua scoffed in his head as he sped up his movements more which had caused you to yelp, your movement never stopping.

“more? i’m not sure you can handle it yet baby, just a little more, okay?” he said yet again as he kept pumping his fingers at a fast pace, you felt yourself shiver and bury your face into his shoulder as his thumb rubbed against your clit. you started breathe heavily as a weird feeling cramped up in your stomach, wanting it to stop you started to whine even more at the feeling. “h-harua.. i feel weird.. like i wanna..” you said as harua chuckled again, his fingers never stopping their movements as he watched your expressions. “awww, kitten, it’s okay, you can do it, go on.” he said as he continued pumping his fingers, his free hand pulling his sweats down slowly, oh how good did he look in the outfit he wore today it made you feel as if you wanted to just , well, ride him but you know he wouldn’t let you do that especially for your first time. you felt the feeling come quicker than expected and you let out a loud moan, grippng your boyfriend’s wrist tightly as you felt yourself release. harua felt satisfied with himself as he pulled his fingers out slowly, licking onto his fingers to clean them up.

you looked up at him with glossy eyes and breathed heavily, harua looked down at you as he gently pushed you down onto his bed. luckily he had locked the door beforehand, knowing his members , they would barge in at any given time, but unbeknownst to you, of course. jo was still in the room, though you may not know jo’s watching from his own bed, harua sure as hell knew but he didn’t say anything of course, he enjoyed the fact that someone was watching better yet being his own member. he smirked to himself as he rested himself in between your legs, his hands holding your legs apart incase you try to close your legs on him. “mm, alright baby, i’m sure you can handle more, yeah? it’s what you wanted..” he said as he stared at you from your legs, his lips moving closer to your clit. you felt small under him, despite how cute he looks, this whole change in demeanor of him made you feel so much smaller. harua chuckled before licking and sucking on your clit, your hands tangled into his hair as you let out a choked moan, still feeling sensitive from the first release you just had, yet you loved the feeling of his lips and tongue on your pussy so much, felt so good. harua was so good with his mouth, it was almost unreal, his tongue always pushing itself into your walls sending you waves of pleasure, but you still wanted more.

jo was so intensely focused on how pretty you looked just moaning out and throwing your head back, his hand was in his own sweats, pumping onto his cock as he bit onto his lip to prevent any moans leaving his lips and getting caught by you, oh he definitely knew that harua knew he was watching, couldn’t help but wonder why he’s letting him watch, he didn’t care, he was enjoying the show as much as harua was. “taste s’good kitten.. only for me..” harua mumbled as he continued lapping his tongue on your pussy like some hungry animal, he hummed against you as he kept eating you out whilst you tried your very hardest to not moan so loud. god forbid if harua left that door unlocked, you’d be done for. you gasped and bit onto your free hand as you felt yourself release once again, your back arching. “m-mm! h-harua..!” you whined out quietly as your grip on his hair tightened, he licked up every single drop before pulling off his own boxers and hovering above you. his eyes had been clouded by lust, oh but how fucking hot it was, his hair all messy from you gripping onto it as he went crazy on you. you felt amazing but gosh who knows how much longer you could take.

harua slowly pushed himself into you as he kissed your face to help distract you from the pain of him completely stretching you out, harua was thick , it was bound to hurt for a bit. “shh.. it’s okay baby, you got this, you can take it..” harua kept whispering how good you were doing for him and taking his cock so good as he managed to push himself fully inside you, he didn’t move as he wanted to wait for your sign to be okay. “you okay?” he asked you as he kissed your forehead, he wanted nothing more but to make sure you were still okay despite how badly he just wanted to fuck you dumb. oh he knew how sensitive you were and hearing you blabber was just the cutest thing to him. you nodded up at him as an okay for him to start moving, he nodded back before snapping his hips against yours harshly, he couldn’t take it, you felt so good and he had waited so long to finally do this with you. you covered your mouth but it was soon replaced with harua’s palm instead, his hips still harshly snapping against yours, his breathing becoming rigid as he sped up while your moans were muffled against his hand. harua knew jo was beating on his own cock whilst watching them which is what seemed to excite him more, knowing how quiet his hyung is, he knows how badly jo wants to join in.

jo tilted his head back as his hand pumped onto his cock faster, this whole scene before him was the hottest thing ever, sure, porn and hentai did good for him but watching it in person? his member fucking you in front of him? a dream come true for him, honestly, he bit down on his lip yet again as he continued to pump on his cock like no other, he was desperate, he wanted to so badly ask harua if he could join. harua’s movements never stopped as he chuckled at your already fucked out state, nothing but muffled moans and teary eyes looking at him. “aw, dumb already? feels that good, doesn’t it, kitten?” he said in a cocky like tone, a chuckle leaving his lips right after. he felt himself get closer to his high but oh he didn’t want to stop just yet. he wanted to do something else as well. much to your oblivious little head.

harua slowed his thrusts down and chuckled at how your expression changed, he stared down at you before the words that left his mouth shocked you. “hey, jo-hyung, i know you’re watching, why don’t you come join instead? on one condition.. don’t tell the others, yeah?”

[candied-peach]

ao3: "gold and green in his ivory tower" rating: T warnings: platonic creativitwins, insecurity, touch starvation, crying genre: hurt/comfort description: Roman's not having a good day. Remus intervenes. (prompt from @oatmeal-stans-the-trash-rat : "If you're still up for prompts, may I suggest something with the twins? Perhaps Roman is having a very insecure day, and once Remus finds out, he hugs his brother and squeezes the life outta him (affectionately). Bonus points if Ro is touch-starved?")

Roman huffs an exasperated breath, rubbing his ink-stained cheek and trying to blink away tears that burn the corners of his eyes. The blank page in front of him glares at him, and he winces. He has no ideas for the next video. No good ideas, anyway. His trash can pays testament to that. Crumpled and torn pieces of scribbled-on paper make his stomach cramp.

Logan's going to be so disappointed in him. He already scarcely sees the use in Roman to begin with. Or at least, it feels that way. It stings, but he understands. They just...clash. And normally, that's okay. Normally he's got at least one useful idea. But this time-

Roman's vision blurs and he slumps in his chair, letting his pen carelessly drop to the desk. It's pointless. He'll just have to fake it in the meeting. The meeting that's in- he squints at the clock and his face pales. Ten minutes. He can do this. He can. It will be fine.

It's not fine.

Oh, he's bullshitting his way through. Trying to come up with something on the fly, but his brain feels painfully squeezed dry, like a sponge wrung out far past its lifespan.

"And that's why I thought we might enjoy doing a performance for the video," Roman concludes, his forehead sweaty. He swallows, glancing around at the sea of uncertain faces, and his heart twinges. 

"I don't know," Virgil says doubtfully. "I mean- what if Thomas messes up?"

"Then we can do another take," Logan suggests. "Unless you wanted to do this live, Roman? I do not think that a live performance would be the best of ideas."

"I-" Roman stalls. He hasn't thought this far ahead. "I don't know," he finally says weakly, knowing they are the wrong words, but not knowing what else to say.

"Well, it's an idea," Thomas says, and the doubt in his voice makes Roman feel like he's cracking apart at the seams. It's not good enough. It's not good enough and he knows that it's not good enough, but he doesn't know what else to say. Sorry guys, my creativity just wasn't up to snuff this week! He can't say that. He needs to do better. He needs to be better. He needs-

He needs a hug.

But he can't have one, especially not now, so Roman swallows hard and tries to tune back into the discussion. Patton's gesturing animatedly about some kind of kid show, and Roman doesn't have the heart to remind him that they've already tried out puppets, there's only so much in that arena they can discover. 

It's almost too much. Janus and Remus keep looking at him, especially Remus, and his brother is unnaturally quiet. That's never a good sign, and Roman keeps casting him sideways glances when no one is looking. Remus looks innocently back, eyes guileless and green, as he fidgets in his seat.

"I'm stealing Roman," Remus finally announces to the room, popping up and seizing Roman's elbow before he can react. "Bye for now!" And he sinks out, dragging Roman with him into Remus's bedroom. Roman wrenches his arm free, glaring at the other side of Creativity.

"What are you doing?" Roman demands. Remus eyes him.

"What's wrong?" Remus asks. Roman freezes.

"Nothing," he immediately tries to deny, and Remus scoffs loudly.

"Might not be Janny but I know that you're full of shit," he sing songs. "Come on, Ro Bro, tell me. Tell me, tell me, tell me-"

"I don't actually really have any ideas," Roman blurts out, breathing heavily. "Not- not this week, I just-" He sighs and glances down at the carpet stained with things he doesn't want to think about. "I'm a failure," he whispers.

"Nah," Remus says. "You're just a little burnt out, that's all." Roman's head jerks up as he stares, wide-eyed, at his brother.

"What?" Roman says dumbly. Remus nods, eyes glittering.

"Burnt out like a candle thrown into a hurricane," he says. "That's all. Just gotta tell the others you need to rest up for a while."

"They need me," Roman objects. Remus rolls his eyes- literally, making Roman's stomach turn.

"They do," Remus acknowledges. "But they need Roman. Not Creativity."

"I don't get what you mean," Roman says, a little stiffly. Remus grins, and his teeth are a little too sharp in the dim light.

"You're part of their fam-ILY or whatever the fuck," Remus says, flapping one hand. "Come on, Ro. You're more than what you can do, you know." Roman blinks in surprise. 

"You-" Roman trails off. He isn't sure what to say. Remus is surprisingly perspicacious. Not that he should have expected anything less. He knows his brother is more than dork jokes and over the top threats. Remus thrums with the vibrance of possibilities, no matter how dark or strange.

"Can I have a hug?" Roman finally asks in a small voice. Remus's grin widens.

"Thought you'd never ask!" He crows, and flops on top of Roman, driving him to the bed. Despite the 'oomph' of breath leaving his lungs, Roman enjoys the pressure of his brother sprawled across him, wrapping him in a warm, shockingly well-scented hug.

"Janus made you bathe today," Roman mutters. Remus makes a face.

"Yep," he agrees. "I'm not letting you go until you feel better, by the way. You're stuck with me."

Roman is okay with that.

[koipalm]

idea i had for post-scenarios, only kdj remembers

Kim Dokja collapses as soon as he gets to the bedroom.

He doesn’t even reach the bed before he stumbles to his knees, rubbing at his shoulder blades as much as he can from the uncomfortable position. The day had been difficult at the beginning, from being pushed on the train and spilling his coffee on an innocent bystander, to spilling some of his lunch onto his sleeves and having to change into a spare shirt, and then developing a pounding migraine as he accepted another strenuous project from his supervisor, and so the day had gone from bad to worse. Not to mention that he was going to have to work overtime in order to complete the report he had neglected for the past week, too busy otherwise to bother staying up later than he had to.

Now, he supposes, he’s paying for it.

Kim Dokja finally shrugs the white coat off his shoulders and lays on his stomach, unfurling his wings as much as he can in the cramped space. His apartment is still too small for his wingspan, and as much as he has tried to upgrade, he isn’t made of money. As Kim Dokja lies there, Biyoo crawls out of the collar of his coat and nudges his face with a marshmallow-like paw.

Ever since the scenarios ended, he’s the only one to remember anything. Aside, of course, from Biyoo, who has now grown into something resembling a long cat, except with stubbier limbs, a too long body, and a horn. She mostly just hovers around Kim Dokja now, and without any scenarios to start, she’s taken to following Kim Dokja anywhere and everywhere, despite the danger of a dokkaebi being seen outside. On one hand, it’s the same as how they were in the scenarios, which does bring him a sense of security, but on the other hand, if she’s seen, then he has a lot more questions to answer than just the one about bringing a pet to work.

At least he still has his dimensional coat she can hide in.

After a few more nudges from Biyoo’s paws, she gives up and crawls between his shoulder blades, sheltered by Kim Dokja’s wings to wait. This behavior is only part of his normal routine these days. If he didn’t have his achievements from the scenario, along with the presence of Biyoo, to hold onto, he might have thought that all of it was just a dream, or a very, very long hallucination. But he does, and he’s here now, and no one else remembers.

So he drags himself to the shower, slowly folding his wings away, and Biyoo enjoys a ride on his back.

After he gets out, Kim Dokja sits down at his desk with a cup of coffee and rests his head in his arms until it’s time to feed himself and Biyoo. Actually, it’s Biyoo nudging him awake, but since no one’s there, and he has no pride left in front of her, Kim Dokja just lifts her to his shoulder in thanks and trudges to the kitchen like a man on death row.

With the resources he has now, Biyoo doesn’t settle for anything less than the best, so Kim Dokja makes himself a quick meal of instant noodles, while Biyoo feeds on gourmet pasta and a side of chopped fruit. At this point, Kim Dokja thinks he spends more of his money on Biyoo than himself. (He’s fine with that.)

After dinner is done, and Kim Dokja has served himself another cup of coffee and more water for Biyoo, he collapses at his desk, only slightly more awake than he was earlier. 

But work has to be done, so he can continue to feed Biyoo and afford a space to sleep. Kim Dokja drags his laptop towards himself and settles in for a long night.

Yoo Jonghyuk is sure that he’s forgetting something. In his rush out the door after staying up late for a video conference, he only had time for a rushed shower and to dress quickly before he was out the door. Now, standing on the train, he ruffles around the pockets of his long jacket for his keys, heaving a sigh as he finds them in the right pocket, left there from the night before. His lanyard is around his neck, and his wallet in his back pocket, keys in hand, so what is he missing?

The train gives a lurch forward, and his hand on the overhead strap tightens as he endeavors not to knock into the woman next to him. The lights in the carriage to his right flicker, and the jolt of darkness travels, flushing black into the carriage before the lights regain brightness. To his left, lights flicker on down the line, the shade growing steadily smaller as it continues on. There are a few murmurs of complaints, but it’s a minor inconvenience at best.

Yoo Jonghyuk sighs through his nose and leans back, fishing for his phone from another pocket. His hand stops. Did he leave his phone behind?

In his haste to search through his pockets, a man from the car to his left passes through, murmuring an apology as he nudges Yoo Jonghyuk’s shoulder. He glances up with furrowed brows, but he only gets a glimpse of black hair, dark eyes, and long eyelashes before the man continues into the next car. When he shuffles through his pockets again for his phone, it’s in the front right one, exactly where he found his keys. The woman next to him, alerted by his shuffling in the quiet space, looks over from her phone and squints her eyes, short hair swinging as she glances between her phone and Yoo Jonghyuk again before shaking her head and going back to scrolling. She must have mistaken him for someone else.

The feeling of forgetting something does not lessen.

When he arrives at the studio, the first thing he does is grab his phone and scroll through his photos. He doesn’t take many of them, so it’s a quick task, but he’s sure he remembers someone on the subway, possibly an old companion. But before anything turns up, his manager arrives, and he stows his phone away, along with the feeling of uncertainty.

Pain sparks along sensitive nerves, stinging the muscles of his back as they contract and are forced to relax through sheer willpower. Kim Dokja forces his wings out of existence with a rough exhale and shrugs on his coat with jerky motions. He reaches behind his back to unzip the large pocket at his back, and with a sigh of relief, he flaps his wings back into existence in the pocket dimension. There’s limited space, but his other items are now stored in the other pockets so he has enough room to fit his wings. It’s still a close fit with the limited area, but it’s better than going without them for too-long periods of time. Adjusting the collar, he waits for Biyoo to float over and stuff herself ungracefully into another pocket on the inside, and with a small smile at her antics, grabs his things and heads for the door. Just… another day of work.

In this new old world, every day is even harder to manage than in the scenario. It’s difficult, holding the memories that he has in this peace. In some way, Kim Dokja thinks he was more suited to the scenario than he was to the simplicity of Earth’s everyday life. He could be brave there, he could be an enigma, an adversary, a hero, the puppeteer tugging the strings away from a streamlined fate. Here, he is only Kim Dokja again, a quiet, unimportant man with a somewhat tragic past but blank personality.

It grates, but knowing that his party is safe eases some of the tension. At first, he thought he was resolving the scenario to have his moment in the spotlight, out of a twisted sense of justice. In time, he and his party defeated the scenario for themselves, but also those who they cared for; those people that were counting on them.

And now they have completed their journey, and no one remembers.

After work, Kim Dokja steps onto the train with an overwhelming sense of deja vu.

Biyoo starts to poke herself out of her pocket to nudge Kim Dokja’s chest, and he snaps out of his stupor to pat her on the head inconspicuously. At least he has her; the tangible proof of his experiences, the last thing he could tear away from the scenario’s greedy hands.

To be completely fair, it isn’t like no one remembers; Biyoo does, even if she can’t express it very well. He curls his hand around Biyoo in his pocket, and she gives a sharp, playful bite in return.

The ride isn’t that long, but surrounded by so many crowding bodies and having to make sure Biyoo stays out of sight, it feels longer than it is. When Kim Dokja finally steps off the carriage, he can breathe again, and not only because he was worried for Biyoo. Stepping into train cars is now just waiting for something that will not happen; that should not happen. Despite this, Kim Dokja sometimes catches himself searching for familiar faces among the strangers in the train. He takes a second to stop and let the other passengers surge around him from the train car like a rock in the middle of a rushing current. Soon enough, his steps take him out of the dim into the sunlight, and Kim Dokja continues on, Biyoo a small and comforting warmth against his chest as she tugs her small body out of her coat pocket to press tiny paws into the fabric of his shirt. 

It’s starting to get dark outside, the light fading from in between buildings and through tall glass. At this point, not many things are able to scare him now. It’s not that he’s never afraid now, or that there’s nothing to fear from the mundane world. There is, but they all seem… smaller now, for all that he’s seen. Kim Dokja had always hoped that he wouldn’t become desensitized and haughty like most of the constellations, but it seems that he had no choice in it. It doesn't matter, in the end. He did what he had to, and the people that he cared for are safe, and the scenarios never started, never will.

Eventually, his steps bring him to the fountains outside the hotel, and the lights of the entrance are bright despite the fading day.

He’s let inside without fuss, and he walks to the elevators with the confidence of a tax collector on his last rounds. Of course, he barely has a fraction of the money he had in the scenario and no expensive watch or expensive clothes to bluff with. Looking down at his phone, he ignores the people in the elevator crowding themselves in to make room for him.

[rodolfoparras]

I typically get very painful cramps and not much helps it😔💔 so I've learned to just do whatever my brain says I need for comfort and also let myself rage at silly things to feel better😋 I also learned painkillers don't help me much cause the amount I need to take to help the pain😭😭😭 bro I was on another planet😭 my friends sent me clips of me playing the game and you could tell I was not using my brain in the slightest💀

So yeah I gotta rawdog my period cramps😧

But !!!

I love Wren so every much, would love to draw him but I have the worst art block everything looked so bad😭💀 I sorta made a picrew of him? It's not that accurate as he's more grey, older, has shark teeth and his tail isn't so cat like but I worked with what I had💪

https://cdn.picrew.me/shareImg/org/202409/6453_09Fe4KRf.png

And I liked the idea of the all white ethereal glowing look so I'm making another X-Men oc!!!

https://cdn.picrew.me/shareImg/org/202409/6453_J7nNpcUh.png

Have nothing besides they go by Seer, non binary and they're sorta on Magnetos side (Their opinion of him suffers greatly as he sacrifices Rouge in the first movie :< ) They're like 19 and are basically Wren's little sibling !!! They grew up on the streets together, Wren would always take all the hits and cruel things people did because of their mutations :(

While Wren hates humans, he also doesn't want whatever innocent humans there are to suffer because of all the mean ones.

Seer, however, despises humans and can't see how they're worth saving because they witnessed everything those mean people would do to Wren but also never saw any other humans trying to stop or help. But Seer does start realizing Magnetos methods are a bit extreme.

Siblings on opposite sides😔💔 good angst trope but !!! Wren and Seer still text and call frequently, neither go out on missions either so they rarely get hurt or have to fight. But even if they did, both already told Charles/Magneto they refuse to fight each other and they also don't want them to get hurt :<

Wren would absolutely take a blast aimmed for Seer 😭 also Seer loves showing Magneto their favourite music/memes and Magneto is just... So lost??? He doesn't understand. But they're kinda like a silly grandpa grandchild duo. Seer gets along with Mystique a little more, she keeps more up to date with the trends😋

But back to the sillies !!! (Wren, Scott and Logan)

Wren doesn't sleep much, he doesn't really need to so he just doesn't ( He had to stay awake as a kid to keep Seer safe :< Wren can't bring himself to sleep because what if someone needs him?) So Wren just watches like those stop motion lego cooking videos while Scott is cuddled up to him, Logan somewhat cuddled but with his back turned so his claws don't potentially hurt Wren and Scott. Even though Wren would be fine, with Scott sometimes sleeping halfway on top of Wren, Logan doesn't wanna risk hurting him :<

But Wren always gives Logan extra cuddles since Scott always wakes up before Logan :> and Scott and Logan aren't huge on cuddling each other😭 like every so often they will but their love language is bickering and shoving each other🙄

One night though Wren actually lets himself fall asleep after Scott insisted he should at least try and bro he was knocked out🔥🔥🔥 passed out with his face buried in Scotts tiddies (me next me next!!) Wren still doesn't sleep much but if he does, his face is buried in Logan or Scotts tiddies🙏

-🌱

Sugae bee with all due respect I think I’m obligated to fight your period cramps there’s no other way around it I’m loading up my fists and it’s me against the devils river

Sugar bee the picrew is so cute!! I love love love his eyes and the little unicorn horn it’s the cutest combo ever 😭😭😭 and the all white x man is just as beautiful!! I think my favorite is the hair style and the horns!!

I cannot say I know much about the actual x man lore of the story to pitch in my thoughts on their backstory but I do have to say I love protective sibling tropes on opposite sides sm!!!! Especially when the show is about them meeting in some kind of middle ground!! And also it’s kind of sweet how wren has some sympathy for good humans while seer doesn’t have any towards any human because humans have always been so unkind to their brother

Also I love my two silly men getting loved by a wonderful little dude🥹 all three of them deserve all the cuddles in the world and I’m glad they’re getting it from each other 😤 AND WREN EVEN GETS RO SLEEPY IN LOGAN OR SCOTTS TIDDIES?? WHEN IS IT MYTURN

[goddess-evelle]

In this video VIII

We coded it so that

Our girlfriend rides our cocks as if her life depended on it. However, we are not allowed to thrust up into her. Can we beat the game, or will we end up losing and making our girlfriend unable to walk for a week? We are about to find out.

In this video (series masterlist)

Warnings: Degradation, daddy kink (slight), praise, riding, spanking, rough play (dream mostly).

A/N: I got the vaccine booster today, and that bitch humbled me the fuck down. Almost didn’t post, but here we are.💪🏿💪🏿 Enjoy. Feedback is always appreciated.

“What the fuck do you mean?” You dumbstruck face looked confused towards your boyfriends that sat innocently against the couch as if they didn’t just drop a bomb on you. George rolled his eyes as if you were the one that was dumb to understand what they had just said to you.

“Okay, let me repeat what you just said; just to check if I understood correctly.” Your words were filled with sarcasm as you started to explain.

‘You want me to help you out with a dare that the three of you made. That has NOTHING to do with me, but somehow I have to be a part of it?” George looked at you with a stupid face; he replied with a “yes”.

“Why do I have to be dragged into your problems” Your eyes rolled as you finished your sentence annoyance shinning in your face.

“Come on! You were just going to be bored for 2 hours anyways; just help us make this video.” George’s voice sounded even more annoyed at your lack of compliance.

“Fine! What’s in it for me?” Arms crossing over your chest as you waited for a response. However, you only got a huge hand to your neck holding you still.

“Stop acting like a fucking brat; when we all know you are just a nasty whore that gets off to the thought of being used.” Dream’s voice sounded deep against your ear as he kept a tight hold on your throat. Your thighs trembling with the sudden act of dominance. You gave a weak nod as you watched the other boys smirk behind you.

You weren’t sure how you ended in this situation, but here you were with your legs completely open in display of your boyfriends. Well, they already had their fun with you; they spent the past 30 minutes fingering you “making sure” that they you were wet. The truth was that the second Dream had a hold of your throat you were leaking like a broken pipe, and of course they knew that, but they wanted to give you a bit of punishment from your earlier act.

“Well, I think she is ready for the video.” Sapnap smirked as they all freed their cocks into the cool air of the room.

“Okay, let’s get to it” Dream said.

“In this video, we coded it so that our girlfriend rides our cocks as if her life depended on it. However, we are not allowed to thrust up into her. Can we beat the game, or will we end up losing and making our girlfriend unable to walk for a week? We are about to find out. But, there is a slight difference in this video. Usually, we use toys to help us with these types of videos, but we were kinda missing the real fun that we could’ve been having, so for this video our girlfriend will take turns with each of us. This means that she will ride me for 15 minutes, and then Sapnap will switch places with me, and the same thing will happen with George. This way we all experience the challenge at almost the same time.”

Dream took a deep breath as Sapnap held you by your hips and helped lower you onto Dream’s cock. A simultaneous whimper and groan leave the two of you as you try to adjust to his length. You feel impossibly full as a hand comes down onto your thigh giving you a reminder that you have to start moving. A timer starts on the top right part of the monitor as you start bouncing on top of Dream. His breath already labored from the feeling of you squeezing him tightly; now with your movements he could only bite his lip trying to ignore the increasing pleasure. His fingers suddenly cramped as he attempts to lead his character thought a wooded area. The squelch sound that your pussy makes has him almost rolling his eyes to the back of his head as he enjoys the suction your wet heat provides. However, he maintains himself in the game. His character walking to a mine. Meanwhile your moans are the only thing audible in the room as you take all the pleasure he can give. His cock filling you just a little too well as your movements become desperate from how good he feels. The curve of his cock providing the perfect stimulation to your g-spot has you going insane. Your hands firmly on his shoulders as you use his cock to get yourself off. It’s almost illegal the way your wetness has spread down to his balls; a ring of white adorning the base of his cock gives away just how much you love his cock. Your take a peek at the timer to see that there is only 30 seconds left. You lean forwards to rest your lips against Dream’s ear; you let out a moan and a small murmur to really play with his head.

“Your cock feels so good inside of me Daddy. I’ve been thinking about what you said the other time. If you win the challenge; I’ll be your slave for a whole week. You can do whatever you want to me.” His hands left the keyboard to land roughly in your hips at your words. You move back to stare into his eyes as you let out a sinful “D-daddy so full” that has him growling like an animal. You expect him to start trusting into you, but he just pulls you off his cock just in time for the timer to go off. He looks down at the way you left his cock completely soaking with your wetness, and he lets out a groan before he hurries off the gaming chair yelling at Sapnap to hurry and sit down on the chair.

The poor boy barely had 10 seconds to adjust himself before you are sitting down on his cock completely engulfing his length. His blunt nails are quick to scratch against your hips when he feels the welcoming pressure of your walls. He let out a pathetic whine at the sudden pleasure, but you completely disregarded it as you started bouncing on his cock. He tried to keep his composure, but how could he when you were squeezing the life out of him. Your malicious intents were cut off when a smack sounded against your ass making your movements stop completely. His hands going back to your hips to keep you still for a few seconds as the timer started the count down from 15 minutes. His hands squeezed your hips letting you know to start bouncing as he continued the game. He tried to grasp any last bit of self-control that he could as you used his cock for your own pleasure. Now, you were shameless with the way you rode him with your thighs quivering with how good he felt inside of you. You took the chance when you heard a faint voice behind you mention that he was in a cave. Left hand grabbing at his right hand dragging it towards your clit to let him know what you wanted. Orgasm approaching quickly as he abandoned the game for a few second to give his undivided attention to you. Fully aware of how much he was breaking the rules, but he took little to no care when you were sinfully grinding your cunt against his cock while he rubbed quick circles on your clit. Your orgasm was soon approaching, so you made sure to move your mouth closer to his ear to let out moans of his name as your orgasm came crashing. Just as you rode out your post orgasm delirium the timer went off indicating that 15 minutes had gone by, but you only held tighter into Sapnap as you whispered something in his ear.

“I’ve missed riding your cock, but you know what I’ve missed even more? Riding your face until I can feel the beard burn for days on my thighs” You are rushed off him by Dream as he holds you off Sapnap. You left the man underneath you blushing from the thought of leaving red marks on your thighs from eating you out so good. Before he got off the chair he looked down at his spent cock. His tip incredibly red from the stimulation you gave him as he admired silently the wetness you left on his cock. He got off the chair to leave space for George as he went to the back of the room to jerk off. Your words having the desired effect on his as he now felt even more needy with the way the cool air of the room made his cock a little bit more sensitive.

On the other side George was already sitting down on the chair waiting patiently for you to sit down on his cock which you did without a second thought. You felt excited to get to George because unlike the other two George was usually impulsive with his decisions which was perfect to finally make them lose. You didn’t even give him a second to get his thought straight as you started bouncing on his cock moving one hand to his gorgeous neck to apply just little bit of pressure. Giving it to him just how he liked it. On the other side of the room the heard the complains of your other two boyfriend knowing very well how easily you controlled George on a regular basis. A whine left George’s lips as his attention was completely on you. The challenge of completing the game dissipating as he could only focus on you. However, he holds off strong as he didn’t start thrusting up into you. That was going to change really soon.

“Fuck George you really adore getting the sloppy seconds huh?” “You know baby I have a deal for you” You moaned next to his ear. His eyes looked pleading at you as you let out a small smirk while you squeezed his cock between your warm walls. You continued with your deal.

“If you lose the game right now. I’ll let you take control of me for the entire week” his eyes widened as he let out a groan he didn’t even know he was holding. His head rolled back at the thought of it. You made his decision even harder as you kept grinding and riding his cock. He kept his attention on you as he watched you ride him. He was struggling to find the words to say to you. The only thing audible form him were rushed moans and broken words that didn’t make sense. He gave up trying to express what he was saying as he his eyes shifted to the computer making your face turn sour at the lack of attention. That’s when you heard it. The unmistaken sound of the ender dragon perching. Your eyes widened at the sound. How was he already on the end? Why was the ender dragon at death’s door? Your hands held onto his face as you tried to bring his attention to you by giving him a passionate kiss hoping that the action would distract him from the game in front of him. However, that didn’t work as the sound of the ender dragon dying filled the room. You stopped moving as the boys celebrated around you of finally winning a challenge. Time seemed to slow down when suddenly you are being thrown against the soft mattress of the bed.

“You played really dirty baby. Did you think we didn’t know you’d try to give hell to George? We talked to him and made him a better offer than the one you could provide. A whole week where you will be our slave, and he can decide to do whatever he wants with you with no repercussion.” Your eyes widened. What had you gotten yourself into….

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[moonchildstyles]

Angel’s legs on each side of Harry’s torso her bottom on his thighs just calmly sitting together his hands run down her sides with the occasional slide under the shirt and it’s so soft and innocent with her hands just laying on his chest as they just talk about everything and she goes on to tell him about how no one is doing the work for their project and she doesn’t wanna cause problems but they aren’t budging at all and he just gives her solutions “think you should assign everyone with a task don’t bother asking them to choose their tasks just do it” and she takes it into consideration “hopefully they’ll work cause I have another project to work on” he just smiles at her seeing how she’s working everything in her head “did the big piece come in today” she asks and it’s so sweet that she remembered his hands falling on her back pulling her closer “yeah was very detailed my hands cramped a lot but looked good if I do say so myself” she kisses his cheek “show me?” He takes out his phone from his back pocket lifting the both of them in the process he shows her the little video and she’s so amazed just looking at it “wow h thats crazy good! Looks so realistic” as she takes the phone in her hand looking at it closer “think so?” He asks she nods quickly “it’s so beautiful” he smiles and she asks him about it, the techniques the inks he used and everything she loves listening to him and he tells her how she just needs a little training and she’ll be good to go since she has all the knowledge and she’s so ☹️ “no one would let me be near them with that gun let alone put it on them” giggling “I would” he says so quickly not even giving it any thoughts “nooo I would never ruin your body it’s too pretty” as she feels his chest “I want you to, it’s only fair since I gave you one” her eyebrows raised “that doesn’t make any scenes you are a professional tattoo artist love I on the other hand am not” and he does pay attention to the little love she squeezed in there he kisses her “I am okay with it love”

IVE LITERALLY READ THIS FIVE TIMES SINCE YOUVE SENT IT:(((((((( my favorite thing everrrrrr to imagine is just them having a domestic moment all cuddled up on the couch after school for her and work for him and they’re just talking about their days and complaining ab little things that bothered them and just being all smushy:(((( and him budging her up so he can grab his phone and show her pictures of the piece he did:( and she’s spent sooooo much time around him and in the shop that she knows all about the inks and techniques and everything about tattooing and h just leaves fielding her questions and hearing what she thinks:( but omg the idea of him trying to get her to tattoo him just one of her little flowers:( but she doesn’t want to ruin his pretty body:(((((( I’m sooooooo 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 over this idea they’re so in love:(

[drrealityslenderverse]

Glimpse of the ARK

A03 request: HABIT drops by out of curiosity and ends up helping Hoody with some TTA stuff

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He needed to respond to Jay’s latest updates. There was so much unknown and Hoody knew he needed to push the man to get the answers they all needed. He’d managed to push him this far, dropping hints when he could until Jay was where he wanted the man. 

“Pushed… too far perhaps.” Hoody leaned back against the wall of the abandoned shed he’d been crashing in lately. While he never approached Jay directly, it was clear from his posts that he was growing more and more paranoid. “He’s turning dangerous.” 

So, what was he going to do? With his partner in crime gone and Jay becoming less reliable, Hoody pondered whether or not it was time to dispose of the man before he turned violent like Alex. Part of him wanted to just out of the hope he could get Tim to return to him—or rather, the masked state Tim would go into. 

“Alex is still the bigger threat… Jay could still be useful.” 

He needed them to see the ARK. Hoody vaguely remembered the ARK, each time it felt like a piece of him had been torn away, but his memory wouldn’t allow himself to fully picture… whatever the place was. But it had to be important. Something about it called to him and he knew it had to hold the answers. Maybe not all of them, but at least something. 

The man stood and stepped outside into the forest. It looked so innocent in the daylight. Day or night though, the faceless entity could show up. But he needed to stretch his legs and think, neither of which he could do in that cramped shed. Despite the cloth mask practically blinding him to the details of the world, the sunlight made him squint as he stepped out into the trees. Birds called in the branches around him, granting Hoody knowledge that he could relax; if birds were chirping then that entity wasn’t currently lingering about. 

Unbeknownst to him, an entirely different being was. 

The trials were underway and while HABIT didn’t normally visit each failure himself—normally he’d send the Rake or another pet—he’d heard of another group of humans suffering at the hands of the Operator. The entity simply couldn’t pass up seeing just what exactly was going on, especially when it meant he could have some fun with it. 

His focus had settled on a man in a yellow-tan hoodie. After finding out he was the one sending cryptic videos as ‘Totheark’ he knew they’d be real fun. HABIT stalked them for days, watching from just far enough away that Hoody never picked up on his presence. A toothy grin crossed his face as he continued to creep closer to his unsuspecting target walking up ahead. 

His heart picked up as he was close enough to reach out and touch the man. A gleeful expression that somehow managed to seem menacing spread over his vessel’s face as he closed the rest of the distance. HABIT’s arm went around the startled figure, pulling the taller man against his side easily despite the struggles. “Hey there! Why so glum huh? Maybe I can put a smile on that face.” 

Hoody pushed away with a strangled hoarse shout, nearly dropping his camera as he stumbled forward. Turning, he stared in bewilderment at the unexpected visitor. He wanted to bark questions about just who the guy thought he was but months, years really, of barely using his voice had taken its toll. 

“I believe the words you’re looking for are ‘thank you’. You know, because I’ve been hanging around. The Operator and your trigger-happy friend have been staying far away ‘cause of me.” HABIT beamed. His power radiated even if he didn’t appear as anything more than a human while inhabiting a body. It was enough to rival the stick-in-the-mud and any pets they had… one day, perhaps it would be enough to put them in their place beneath him. “...What, nothing?” 

He rolled his eyes in impatience and strode forward, yanking the hooded man back as he tried to flee. Finally, it seemed to get Hoody to force a few raspy words out. “L…let…go!” 

“I can’t just yet Frowny, we’ve got a game to play with your little friends. You want to know who you can trust? Wanna get them to see what’s out there? I think we should give them a little test.” 

“How did he know..?” His gaze was wide and his mind was still trying to process what was going on as this stranger continued rambling about trials to put his old buddies through. “...His grip, the way he just seemed to appear… Either he’s crazier than Alex or this guy isn’t human.” 

Both would likely be considered true. 

“Let’s see that camera—huh, you people love carrying these things everywhere, shovin’ them in everyone’s face… I hope you’re getting my good side at least.” 

A breeze rustled the branches above, the only sound now. Hoody eyed this stranger with apprehension. His gut told him this person was dangerous, that he needed to stay as far away as possible. But it was also telling him that refusing whatever was being offered would be a lot worse for his well being. 

“Test..?” 

“Trials to lead them exactly where you want them.” HABIT gripped his shoulder and turned him around, the world blurring for a moment and darkening as he shifted them into the Candleverse. 

He gasped as he looked around, spotting a bridge a distance away while trees surrounded the small open space where they now stood. Hoody was speechless over the sudden change. The location wasn’t familiar, definitely not a part of the ARK he’d ever been in. 

“Still recording?” HABIT gave him a push forward to encourage the man to take a look around. “That’s it, get a good shot.” 

While the camera was in fact functioning still, the footage would almost certainly be glitchy. Still, it would show this wasn’t Rosswood nor any other place located in their plane of existence. Whatever it would pick up on was certain to blow the minds of Jay, Tim, and the others who followed along this journey—as foolish as they were to think they could help without being pulled in too. 

“Welcome to a small piece of the ARK. Think this is crazy, you should see some other places…” 

He wanted to speak, to ask the jumble of questions building in his head, but the words still wouldn’t come out. At least… not in comprehensible sentences. He could hear a chuckle behind him at his stammering. “I’ll definitely have to cut some of the audio on this when I edit the footage.”

His stomach lurched as he was unexpectedly whirled around again. The world seemed to spin yet in a blink they were once more standing in Rosswood. Hoody felt dizzy and did his best to stay on his feet after the sudden shift. At least with this guy he wasn’t hacking up a lung or fighting a head full of static. 

“Think that’s enough incentive for your little friends huh? Wasn’t that fun!” HABIT patted the man on the head. “Ahh, you’ll be fine. Deep breaths and all that.” 

The entity walked off just as suddenly as he appeared, though he did plan to linger around. He wanted to see how this new footage turned out and to witness first hand how it was taken. HABIT didn’t care much about the consequences or exactly what reactions this brought out. It was all just entertaining for him to see these mortals run about trying to get to the bottom of an endless pit for answers.

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𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐤 — bucky barnes

summary: after being away on a mission for two weeks, you’d come home to your very horny boyfriend.

bucky x fem!chubby!reader

warnings: smut (18+, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT), swearing, bad and non-descriptive smut writing (I’ve never written smut before please don’t laugh, I almost didn’t post this)

Requested by @pluto-grl

Who knew spending two weeks away from Bucky would cause a stir in the horny area of your brain? You’d been on a mission in Sokovia with Steve and Sam, Bucky being told to stay home after almost killing himself on his last mission. You were his step-in, and he hated it. Not you taking his spot on the mission, but being away from you for so long. There was only so much he could take.

He’d spent those two weeks devoting his time to other things — finishing the book he’d been holding off on reading, training, learning to cook your favourite meal, rearranging your shared bedroom after seeing a video on feng shui, and forcing himself to listen to your favourite album to keep you close to him. He was a smitten sweetheart, Natasha had watched the two week montage of this lovesick old man happen in front of her eyes. She’d occasionally be making herself something to eat, and Bucky would ask, “how long are supposed to cook pasta for, and would mixing it with a spicy sauce be better or worse?”

If only you’d been here to see this happen, you’d have gotten down on one knee for him. Instead, you were thinking about getting down on both for him, spending your nights in a cramped little bed were not satisfactory in the slightest. And with nothing to occupy you except your thoughts, Bucky had oftentimes left you wanting him of an evening. You’d think he was back home thinking the same thing, and it got you off, but nothing felt like Bucky.

It had finally been two weeks, Bucky had gotten word of your arrival and his heart skipped a beat. He was finally getting to hold you, feel you, hear you in his ear all night. You’d scraped your suitcase along the tiled floor of the compound and dragged it up to your shared room. Weird, you thought to yourself, I don’t remember leaving my bed there.

Bucky emerged from the bathroom, a cheery smile on his face as he tried to hide the sexual frustration he’d been building up the past few days. You’d gone for a hug, his arms holding you tighter to his chest, travelling down to your butt. With a firm grab, he’d picked you up and chucked you on the bed. He’d gotten harder at the feel of your whole body against him. Everything about you was so sexy to him — your curvaceous hips and waist, your thighs that he could spend hours between, and your bigger-than-most boobs and butt. You were his dream girl, anyone could tell you that.

“I’ve missed you,” he cooed as he dragged his finger down your body and to the hem of your leggings. It took all of him not to rip them off you. Some days, you’d be a tease and wear them whilst training, making sure he had a clear view of your ass as you tackled Steve to the ground.

“I’ve missed you all the more, sweetie.” Your innocent voice wasn’t a match for the thoughts that had been conjured up during the early hours of the mornings you’d spent away. You felt his fingers slowly rub against you, touching your familiar sweet spot, making you jolt in pleasure. Your leggings and panties were gone within seconds, Bucky had become feral, needing to be inside you. Now.

He spat into his hand, massaging the tip of his dick and teasing your entrance by just rubbing it up and down. You’d become impatient, grabbing a hold of it and pushing it in yourself. You moaned simultaneously, Bucky’s hands finding your boobs and squeezing them. The pleasure of finally feeling you, tightly squeezing around him, it was like home to him. Nobody and nothing could make him feel this good.

The lack of contact over the last fortnight from the other had caused a rather quick climax for you, but he wasn’t finished. Bucky pulled out, eyes hazed in lust as you finished on him, and ran his metal arm over your body. Just the sight of you; weak and fucked out, it was turning him on even more.

“God, you’re so fucking beautiful.” He moaned, squeezing his favourite part of you, your hips. His hands would almost subconsciously drift to this spot when you were on top, or if he was towering above you. “And you’re all mine,” the fact had gotten him to the edge instantly. Knowing you were all his, nobody else could do you like this, it was perplexing. Finally, he’d held your face in his hand, painting your gorgeous face with his cum.

Bucky sighed, glad you’d both released your frustration into a tiring, sexual session. You’d disappeared into the bathroom, returning a few minutes later with a bashful smile on your face. He’d made you weak at the knees, literally.

“I’m late for the appraisal meeting,” you mentioned, sighing heavily at the thought of listening to Nick Fury talk for an hour about how well you did on your mission. “But, I’ll see you later for round two?” You suggested, a cheeky smile forming on your face.

“Of course, doll. Now run.” He chuckled, dressing himself and showering in time for your second round of the night.

[pastthebutterflies]

Gosalyn's Super-Awesome-Summer-Fun-Family-Bonding-Day

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Despite what Darkwing wants to believe, breaking the window was never a conscious decision on Gosalyn’s part. 

The bat? Yes.

The baseball? Also yes.

Finally giving into every chaotic instinct she has ever suppressed and hitting the ball toward the window, leaving behind a pile of glass and a cacophony of honking below as her ball rained unholy terror on innocent bystanders?

Only slightly.

But really, she thinks as Launchpad and Darkwing not-so-subtly argue a room over, this is as much their (his) fault as it was hers. If Darkwing could ease up on his constant paranoia and let her leave the tower for more than an hour at a time- or better yet, unsupervised- Gosalyn may have actually had a place to release the anxious energy that had been building in her stomach since the start of the summer. 

So really, the blame can be split sixty-forty (respectively) between Darkwing and herself (leaving none for Launchpad, who has snuck her out with him from time to time). 

Her feet have practically worn a hole through the tile by the time they both emerge. Not for the first time, she can practically feel the exhaustion radiating off them. Since May and June’s appearance, months ago, everyone has been more on edge than ever, as if they still expect F.O.W.L. agents to rise up from the shadows and wreak more havoc than they already have. 

As a result, Gosalyn has spent her summer thus far with W.A.N.D.A. as her only company, streaming videos the others send as they continue on with their adventures as if nothing had changed. 

The triplets following their mom into a potentially bottomless pit during a camping trip.

Boyd earning yet another Junior Woodchuck badge so efficiently that it put veterans to shame.

Webby bonding with her newfound sisters at the beach, digging up forgotten relics.

Everything kids her age are supposed to be doing. 

Mostly.

Gosalyn groans, stops, and lets herself fall face-first onto the couch.

A small, ugly part of her suggests things would have been better if she had just told Darkwing no when he first offered to let her stay. At least then she could be out in the world doing something useful- like looking for Grandpa, something they had yet to make much progress on. The thought is fleeting and quickly replaced by late nights curled on the too cramped sofa, watching Darkwing Duck reruns after long days of the three of them staring at computer screens until their eyes started to water and still coming up empty-handed.

They were trying, Gosalyn knew that.

But she also knows that she’s a kid and kids aren’t built to spend so long cooped up inside. It isn’t natural, especially when she can practically see the ground baking outside and kids half her age racing around unsupervised.

Though, perhaps just as unnatural, she notes when she finally sits up, is Darkwing- no, he’s definitely Drake right now- is waiting at the end of the couch, watching her with a sheepish expression as Launchpad walks up behind, giving him a pointed look, before sending Gosalyn an overly enthusiastic thumbs-up. 

Drake clears his throat. “It has come to my attention that I may-” Launchpad starts hacking behind him- “I have been a little strict in regards to your safety, recently, and may have had a hand in creating today’s…incident. To make up for it, Launchpad has suggested we-”

“Go out for a super-awesome-summer-fun-family-bonding-day!” Launchpad cuts in. 

He’s practically bouncing beside Drake, energy suddenly rolling off of him in contagious waves.

“A little?” She says after a moment, turning back to Drake. “I fell off a building and handled it just fine, remember?”

“Because I caught you-”

“Ah, ah- semantics. Now, where first?”

As it turns out, putting Launchpad in charge of their ‘super-awesome-summer-fun-family-bonding-day’ (no, he wouldn’t change the name. They tried.) may have been a less than stellar idea. Despite spending most of his time hanging out with children, Launchpad didn’t seem to know many places kids her age actually enjoyed. 

Gosalyn wants to say she isn’t surprised given…literally everything she knows about Launchpad, but after so long with Webby and the boys, she figured he would have known a place or two. 

Instead, Gosalyn finds herself staring down a gleaming sign for the St. Canard Outdoor Museum of Transportation. Beside her, Drake is glancing around like he’s expecting something much cooler to pop out at any moment, while Launchpad is bouncing on the balls of his feet, hands flapping gently at his sides.

She and Drake exchange a quick glance before she shrugs. If Launchpad thinks that this is the best place to spend their day, she’s willing to go with it for now. It isn’t like she has much better to do at the moment. 

The sun beats down on them as they make their way through the turnstile. When they round the corner, the first thing Gosalyn sees is a train engine parked on a single piece of track, stretching halfway down the aisle. Beyond it, she sees more of the same- trains, ships, trucks, all of Launchpad’s wildest dreams all contained in one painstakingly perfect lawn.

Upon spotting the engine, Launchpad turns and spreads his arms wide, a grin splitting his face.

“We’ve got ice cream, we’ve got trains, cars, and most importantly,” he gestures toward a spot in the distance, where Gosalyn could just make out a small crowd beginning to gather. “Surprise entertainment.”

Drake is glancing around, still looking uncertain. “Launchpad? This isn’t quite what I had in-”

Before he can finish, Launchpad slings an arm around Drake’s shoulder and pulls him close. The move is enough to send him sputtering, the remainder of the sentence long gone.

“Shhhh, shh,” he says. “Take it all in, beautiful, isn’t it?”

With that, Launchpad once again takes the lead, guiding them up and down the aisles, pointing out the different sights and rattling off facts about each of them as they go, as if he has been waiting his entire life for a day like this. Which, Gosalyn thinks, maybe he has. Between the constant adventures and mortal peril, she can’t imagine there was much time for typical family bonding with the McDucks. 

She’s actually kind of surprised by how much she enjoys wandering around. Not all of Launchpad’s facts really stick (and the rest will all be forgotten by tomorrow), but his voice is familiar and comforting in a way that convinces Gosalyn to relax despite the sweltering heat and the tension she only now realizes has been building in her shoulders. 

Eventually, they slow to a stop beneath the shadow of a wrecked ship, supposedly recovered just outside the borders of the Bermuda Triangle (��The Queen of the South, Mr. McDuck donated this one himself!”). By now, the three of them are slicked with sweat and even Launchpad has ditched his usual jacket for just his T-shirt. 

Drake slides down against the side of the ship, which Gosalyn is certain is very, very against the rules. She slides down beside him. “As fascinating as this has been, LP,” he says. “What do you say we take a break and cool off?”

Launchpad blinks as if just realizing they had reached the end. Glancing at his watch, he frowns. “Right, cool off. You guys do that. I’m gonna…go this way now, for no particular reason that you totally shouldn’t be wondering about. Ha!”

He takes a step backward, then another, maintaining awkward eye contact with each of them until he’s stumbling around the corner, nearly taking out a corner of the ship as he does so. Gosalyn pretends she doesn’t hear the sound of pounding footsteps against the pavement a moment later.

With that, Drake and Gosalyn are left to sit in uncomfortable silence. Around them, she can hear families passing by, laughing and meandering about as if they have nowhere they’d rather be. 

Lucky ducks.

A cough, followed by several more, all incredibly, stupidly forced. “Right then. Ice cream?”

“Ice cream.”

They order quickly and find a bench where Launchpad will be able to find them before sitting. Her feet are starting to ache from walking all afternoon and one look at Drake reveals the same- slumped shoulders, dangling feet, yet, almost shockingly, a soft smile on his face. He’s gazing off into the distance at some fixed point she can’t see. Something in her stomach twists, and Gosalyn realizes she’s speaking only after she’s started.

“Sorry about your window,” she says in one breath, hugging her arms around her middle. “I really wasn’t trying to destroy your hideout.”

“Destroy my - oh...right.” Drake’s face twists into an expression she doesn’t recognize. Regret, maybe. 

If she squints. 

“Kid, I-” He pauses. Takes a breath. Starts again. “Look, I made a promise that your grandpa is coming home one way or another. But Taurus Bulba is still out there. Villains like Bulba are out there. You and I have both seen what they are capable of. I just want to send you home in one piece. Keeping you home was supposed to keep you safe…I didn’t realize I was just hurting you more.”

Drake sighs heavily, she can practically see the weight settling against him. “I’m so sorry, Gos.”

The feelings starting to pool in Gosalyn’s stomach are enough to make her want to crawl under the bench and never come back out. She knows Drake cares, has since he first invited her to stay. But they never really discussed it, never really put words to the little family the three of them have built. She still resents being held back for so long, but seeing Drake so close to dissolving into a mushy, dorky-looking puddle makes her hold back, just a bit.

“Yeah, well, for what it’s worth, I know you’re trying or whatever. Grandpa would…he’d appreciate it. Except maybe the whole ‘letting me become a vigilante’ thing.” She snorts. “Pretty sure he’s gonna kill you for that one. Wait, does this mean I get to go out on patrols again?” Her crossbow has been gathering dust for way too long at this point.

A stricken look flashes across Drake’s face, that is quickly- and poorly- hidden with a laugh. “Babysteps.”

She jabs her spoon into her ice cream, more than ready to argue her point, when Launchpad approaches, out of breath with a set of tickets in his hand. 

He doubles over, panting. “Go- we gotta-”

Hands wrap around Gosalyn’s middle, hoisting her over Launchpad’s shoulders. Behind them, she hears Drake getting to his feet as well. They’re moving quickly as the sun sets overhead.

In minutes, she’s deposited back on the grass, this time with a clear view of the sky. Around them, other families are beginning to settle in as well. 

Launchpad and Drake settle on each side of her, the tension in their shoulders finally fading completely.

“I was scared we were going to miss it,” Launchpad says, passing the tickets over for her to see.

As she goes to look, a loud boom rattles the sky. When she looks up, it’s half-expecting to see F.O.W.L. or Bulba in a looming ship, ready to ruin her day again. But all she sees are red-purple-gold sparks raining down around them. 

Another boom and the fireworks continue, finally letting her sit back, the fight slowly draining out of her. The crowd around her lets out an awed gasp, followed by the kids in front of her leaping to their feet to get a closer look- as if leaning on their tip toes will get them closer to the sky. A part of her wants to join them, but Launchpad and Drake are warm at her sides; the good kind that almost- almost - tugs at her eyelids.

Babysteps, Drake had told her.

Leaning into his side, Gosalyn thinks she can work with that.

[bowandcurtsey]

Sorry, I’m new here and still learning the rules🥴

Pt. 2

Modern-ish? Or just say this is a “medical magic item” and it works 👍

May I request a scenario/headcanons for our very own Finral, Yuno, & Asta (Liebe manifesting out of Asta’s body and watching on the sidelines)?

Their pregnant s/o asks him “do me a favor?”, “sure.”, “thanks!” & she just walks away after he agrees... what’s the favor? Later she takes him to her baby Dr. AND said favor is a Labor Pain Simulations(google videos😅) “we’re in this together right?😁” *if he tries to get out of it once her realizes what the favor is - cue the ‘innocent’ blinking of the eyelashes paired with trembling puckered lips and her ‘puppy dog begging face’*

SO,

How does he react when she brings him there? How much convincing does it take for him to follow through on the favor? How does he react once they set him up? How does he react after they actually turn it on level1️⃣2️⃣3️⃣& when it’s over? Have his feelings/empathy for labor changed? And in Asta’s case what are some of Liebe’s reactions after they get there and he manifests and just watches from the sidelines next to Asta’s s/o? Even though he’s probably find quite a bit of the ordeal pretty hilarious… do you think Liebe’s level of empathy for Asta’s s/o when she’s gonna be in labor would be affected too?

(She 🖤s him but also does laugh - she is occasionally a sadistic prankster… not her fault, he already knew that about her and that she’s horrible at holding in her laugh & accepted those parts of her a long time ago so her hands are clean 🙌)

Hello lovely bby!

Asta and Yuno are still too young to be a dad, so I'm going to write Finral for this one! And since there's only one character, I'll add the bulls in as well! I miss my chaotic kids.

Finral Roulacase x f! reader ft. the black bulls

TW: Pregnancy

"Are you absolutely sure about this, wifey?" your husband stood before you with the labour stimulator attached to him, "I won't die because of this?"

"Well, this is my second pregnancy now, I'm still well and alive?" you raised a brow at him.

"Do it do it do it!" Luck cheered on from the side.

"Why are we doing this in front of everyone again?" Finral sighed.

"Erm.." you pursed your lips, holding back a smile, "because Yami received my package for me and the next thing I knew the whole base knew I bought them, and they all wanted to see your reaction to it."

"So I'm the guinea pig now?"

"You always have been, Fin!" Vanessa slapped his back, obviously a little inebriated "what are you talking about?"

"Cut the crap." Yami pressed start on the controller than was on your hands.

Everyone stared at Finral, expecting something to happen.

"Is it working?" Noelle looked at the stimulator.

"Yes, it is." Finral rolled his eyes, "it just stings a little."

"It's level 3, and according to the manual, this is where the water bag breaks" you were reading the paper in front of you, "well, at this point you barely feel much."

"go to 10!" Asta exclaimed.

"NO." Finral snapped at him.

"No wait, I want him to feel the slow intensified pain.." you were still reading the manual so you did not notice that all eyes were on you, surprised at your sinister thoughts.

"Wifey.. Do you love me?" Finral pouted a little.

"labour birth is only one part of the hardships of being a mom, don't complain." you retorted.

"I like your wifey," Yami threw a thumbs up at you.

You increased the intensity to 6.

"Ah, it feels like my muscles are cramping a little..." Finral grimaced.

"This is where I'm waiting for dilation."

"How does it feel?" Gordon probed quietly

"It's uncomfortable and you want it out of you asap, but you can't yet. Like constipation." Finral replied, his brows twitching a little as he took a seat near him.

"Heh. I go through that everyday." Yami chuckled, seemingly proud of himself.

"Too much info, sir." Secre shot her captain a deadpanned look.

"Anyway, I felt this for hours during my first pregnancy." you said with a nonchalant expression, as you raised the level to 8.

"Ahh!" Finral jolted in his seat, trying to curl into a ball. He sucked in a deep breath of air through gritted teeth.

"I-is it t-that painful??" Grey asked, covering her eyes with her fingers.

"Y-yeah." Finral could only reply. His hands were clutching on the sides of the chair.

"Go all the way!" Gauche was suddenly interested in the entire ordeal.

"No! Wait!" Finral cried out.

"Yeah, wait." Zora snickered, "let him suffer longer before giving him the Ult."

"I s-swear, you guys.." he could not continue chiding them, he was losing strength.

"Yeah..." you looked at your husband, sweating dripping down his forehead, "this is where it's almost ready to push, but not quite yet.."

"Ugh, get this thing out of me already!" Finral yelled.

"Hey! No yelling," Charmy had her arms akimbo, "I'll make you good food later to replenish your energy."

"Surpass your limits~" you winked at your husband as you pressed level 10.

Finral was on all fours on the floor at this point, his sweat dripping profusely onto the wooden floors.

"Are you a cow?" a voice of distain sounded behind the crowd.

Everyone turned around and saw Nacht appearing from the shadows. Whether he had always been lurking there or he just came, nobody knew.

"Isn't this where you're supposed to push the baby? How are you going to do it on all fours?" His eyes were narrowed, looking unamused at everyone in the room. "tch. Do something right will you guys? For once?"

You couldn't help but laugh at the whole situation.

"It's true, lie down and try pushing like a real woman." you chuckled.

"W-wif- help..." Finral couldn't even speak coherently.

You finally turned the stimulator off, as Finral just laid on the floor with his limps sprawled at every direction.

"At least now you understand the pain," you giggled, "some women bear with this for hours!"

"Wifey.." Finral finally mustered the strength to talk, "you're the best. I promise to do whatever you tell me to~"

-end-

This was so cute! hehe! thanks for the request!!

[chicksung]

The Firsts With My Last || Park Jisung

Genre: fluff, lil bit of angst, best friends to lover au

Pairing: childhood best friend!jisung x reader

Word Count: 6.3k

Warning/s: small argument, food 

Synopsis: a collection of firsts with Park Jisung

A/N: Aaaaaahhhhh!!! it’s finally here! I cannot express how happy and excited I am for this! I worked so so so hard on this and I hope that you enjoy it! Feedback is welcome! Thank you to the lovely Elle @joh--pping for making the header! 

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First meeting

First grade, a time where your biggest worry was if you would be home in time to watch your favourite cartoon. That was also the age you met Park Jisung. Your teacher had handed out a simple colouring-in to keep the students entertained for the few minutes before the lunch bell rang. You had been peacefully drawing when one of your classmates, Chenle, had tried to grab the blue coloured pencil that was in your grasp. It was part of a pencil set your grandmother had given to you and you held it very dear to your heart, so the fact that one of troublemakers was trying to take it from you, made you severally upset. Despite the discouragements from his friends to leave you alone, you and Chenle continued your intense game of tug-o-war on the pencil until you heard a heart stopping snap. The pencil splintered down the middle, unable to take the pressure anymore. You could only eyeball it in shock, reality finally settling in that Chenle had broken your favourite pencil. The bell rang and you stared at Chenle, scooping up the two halves of the broken pencil into your chubby hands. You were the first one out of the classroom, tears streaming down your face as you grabbed your lunchbox and disappeared into the playground.

You hid behind a tree, attempting to summon your much needed magical abilities to somehow stick the two halves back together. No matter how hard you pressed them into each other, they wouldn’t bond together with an invisible force. At this realisation, you began to sob again, hiding your face into your knees, quiet wails escaping your lips. You continued to cry until you saw a pair of red and blue shoes come into your tear blurred vision from beneath your legs. You looked up and were met with a chubby cheeked child, a child you recognised as one of your classmates and one of Chenle’s friends who had tried to convince him to stop roughhousing with you.

“I’m sorry about your pencil. Chenle can be a bit of a butthead,” The boy gave you an awkward smile before shifting the wood chips and dirt around with the toe of his shoe. “Do you mind if I sit with you?” He asked politely, his eyes big and friendly. As much as you wanted to be alone and definitely did not want to be accompanied by someone who was on friendly terms with the culprit of the state your pencil was in, you couldn't find it in your heart to say no to his friendly gesture. You nodded sadly and he immediately occupied the space next to you. He looked at the broken pieces in your hand and a smile crept to his face. 

“There is one good thing about your broken pencil,” He stated, making you snap your head towards him.

“What is there good about this? My favourite pencil is broken because of your dumb friend,” You didn’t mean to snap at him, but you were so overcome with emotions and anger for what had happened, it slipped out. The boy looked at you, a little shocked at the fact you had called his friend dumb, but at the same time, he had called him dumb on multiple occasions. 

“Think about it! If you sharpen this side of this one,” He pointed to the more splintered of the two pieces, “you could have two blue pencils,” He said with such innocence and optimism that it was infectious. You looked at the half and smiled. You had never thought about it like that. You were too caught up in the fact that it was broken to focus on anything else. 

“You’re right!” You squeaked, a small laugh erupting from you. You turned to the boy once again, an unanswered question lingering in your mind.

“What’s your name?”

The boy smiled again, but this time it wasn’t awkward. “Park Jisung. What’s yours?”

“Y/N.”

First Realisation of Feelings

The 7th grade school dance, where the room is cramped and hot, full of hormonal preteens to early teenagers. Not exactly the place Jisung expected to see you. You had often expressed your dislike for the majority of the grade and you never liked being in overcrowded places, the perfect word to describe the gymnasium that was decorated for the occasion. Yet here you were, standing in the corner, hands behind your back, looking down at your shoes and playing with the hem of your dress. Jisung quickly ditched the conversation he was having with Sungchan and Chenle and made a b-line towards you. You were glad he saw you. You didn’t want to be here, only here by force from both your friends and your parents, your parents saying that you should socialise more outside of school hours and your friends saying it would be fun. However, your friends had made a b-line to the boys they liked from the grade, leaving you to stand there awkwardly until you could no longer stand watching your friend drooling over quite arguably the biggest jerk in the grade. As for your parents’ word, the only thing you could think to tell them is ‘why socialise when I’m most comfortable around the clumsiest boy in the class?’

“Hi,” Jisung said, the same awkward smile on his lips.

“Hi,” You replied. You didn’t need to be a psychic to know that Jisung wasn’t exactly here on his own terms, most likely only here for Chenle (who you had since reconciled with after the incident in first grade) 

“You told me you weren’t coming,” He pointed out, trying to get rid of the slight awkwardness in the air. Why was it so awkward? It wasn’t normally like this.

“I wasn’t until I was made to by my friends and my parents,” You explained, shooting a glance to your friends, who were practically at each of their respective male attention giver’s beck and call. Why were they your friends again? “Is it just me or is it getting hot in here?” You brought attention to the sudden rise in the temperature, fanning your neck as you looked around for a possible air source, more so, a possible way out. Jisung nodded. He didn’t feel hot, but the gymnasium was cramped, and there were a lot of warm bodies inside of it, so he didn’t blame you. 

“Yeah, let’s go outside. The breeze is really nice out there.” 

After checking that the coast was clear of any members of faculty that might force you and Jisung to go back inside the gym, you ran to the gardens, a place that was quite pretty. Right next to the school flowed a river, which connected to the parent pick up area, accessible by bridge. You and Jisung stood side by side, watching your reflections ripple with the current of the water. The moonlight danced prettily with the water, creating a type of reflection that Jisung had only ever seen in movies. The cool summer breeze brushed against his skin, diminishing the sweat on his forehead. 

Then he looked at you. 

Your hair was lifted off your shoulders by the wind, the moon casting a silvery shadow across your face, fitting neatly across your facial features like a glove, but his breaking point was when you looked at him. It was as if someone had taken all of the stars in the galaxy and placed them one by one in your eyes. You looked so...beautiful. His heart rate increased dramatically and he was sure there was an intense blush that spread from his cheeks to his ears. Did he always feel like this when he saw you? Surely not. His heart had never raced like this before, and he definitely had never felt so speechless. What could this all mean? Could he...like you? “Hello? Earth to Park Jisung?” Your voice cleared the clouds of doubt from his mind as he finally closed his gaping mouth. “Are you okay? Do I need to tell a teacher?” You asked, a slight furrow in your brow appearing out of concern.

“Y-Yeah, I’m fine. Just spaced out for a second.” He looked away in embarrassment, his eyes drifting over his reflection. Oh God, he was blushing. “The view was pretty and I guess started daydreaming.” 

“Were you daydreaming about someone?” You asked simply, before a smile broke across your face. “Were you daydreaming about me?” Jisung almost choked on his spit at your words.

“Was not!” Your laughter only picked up in volume, Jisung having to shush you and remind you that you were not supposed to leave the gym. 

“I’m only teasing you, I know you wouldn’t daydream about people. You just like to think about video games and food.”

“Hey, I do not! What’s with the Jisung slander?” You laughed. Something about your laugh was addicting, like a song he had just discovered and was unable to stop the lyrics from playing in your head. 

It’s been three weeks since the dance and you and Jisung were in the library, studying. Well, if you were to classify copying your science homework as homework because he had completely forgotten about it. You were currently working on your analysis for your Literature class, reading over the assessment outline to make sure you could get the best grade possible. You looked over and Jisung and he looked so relaxed. His round glasses perched comfortably on the bridge of his nose, his eyes scanning your answers before jotting them down onto his own page, his fingers wrapped firmly around his pen, and his lips pushed into a little pout as he concentrated. He looked so laid back, so relaxed despite the fact he had nearly had a heart attack when you told him that the homework was due by your next class, which didn’t give him enough time to do it at home. With your thoughts swimming through your head and so far into your daydream, you hadn’t noticed that his head had picked up and you were now staring (quite awkwardly) at each other.

“Is there something on my face?” Jisung asked, trying desperately to break the awkwardness between you two. You shook your head rapidly, assuring him that his appearance was fine and you had just spaced out. Well, you hadn’t completely lied. His appearance did look fine, and you had spaced out, you had just decided to leave out the reasoning as to why you had spaced out. 

Your cheeks burned harshly, like you were sitting in direct sunlight at the beach without any sunscreen. Is this what a developing crush felt like? Surely not. There’s no way you could have a crush on your best friend. That was weird, according to your friends, but then again, these were the same friends that said that you and Jisung were perfect for each other, so you don’t think they are a very credible source. 

Was this how crushes develop? Yes. Yes it was 

First Confession

Sophomore year of high school. People are calming down from exam week, finally getting the recommended hours of sleep after the countless number of all nighters that were pulled to cram, drinking water instead of the copious amounts of caffeine. The autumn air was starting to set in and the leaves were starting to fall, catching the wind and creating a train for oranges and browns. You and Jisung were walking home from school, your head pounding after the amount of brain power wasted on several test packages that weighed too heavily on your overall grade in your opinion. 

“How about we go get ice cream and go to the park? My treat to the both of us working so hard?” You suggested, turning to the equally emotionally drained best friend beside you. At the mention of a delicious sweet treat, his head perked up and he nodded.

“Yes! Anything to stop my head from hurting,” His lips formed the most relieved smile, your pulse increasing at the sight. In an attempt to calm your racing heartbeat, you watched the leaves, long fallen from the huge oak trees that towered over you, crunch underneath your feet, a little bit of stress releasing each time you stepped in them. Jisung seemed to pick up on this, his smile taking on a playfully mischievous role. He raced ahead of you and jumped, his feet landing firmly in a pile of leaves. The dead leaves flew up around him, creating a skirt of sorts around his waist. You couldn’t stop yourself from laughing, a stupidly large smile shared between the two of you. 

“Come on, let’s get this ice cream before the store closes. We’ll never get there if you keep acting like you’ve never seen leaves before,” You rolled your eyes, continuing down the path, your back now facing Jisung. He jogged to your side, bumping your hip with his when he did.

“You don’t know that.”

“We have literally been friends since we were 5, I think I would know,” Jisung cursed inwardly after taking a second to process what you had said. 

“T-That’s not fair and I- hey! Hey! Wait up!” 

Walking down a simple path in the park, the bumpy texture of the wafer cone in your hand, and the occasional playful cheers of children and dog passing by was simply relaxing. The simplicity of the noises of everyday life, the perfect natural remedy for an exam induced headache. 

You and Jisung came across a beautiful area that overlooked the huge lake in the middle of the park, a popular skating attraction during the winter. There were a few ducks waddling around the water’s edge, a few gliding gracefully along the water and few attempting to ruin a couple’s picnic by stealing their sandwiches. As you sat down on the ground, the crisp breeze whipped lightly across your face, you were relaxed, almost completely forgetting about the exams you had taken only hours earlier. 

Jisung was staring at you, he was sure of it. In fact, he’s pretty sure that the elderly couple sitting metres away from the both of you would see it. He followed your gaze when your eyes fell on the most adorable mother duck, being followed by her clumsy ducklings. You liked the one at the back the most, always the most clumsy. You turned to Jisung, a teasing smirk dripping from your lips.

“You see the one at the end?” You pointed to the duckling, whose little webbed foot had caught on a twig, sending it rolling onto its side. Jisung nodded. “That would be you as a duck. The overly clumsy baby of the family,” Jisung’s eyes widened in slight offense at your comment.

“What do you mean? I’m not clumsy!” He tried to defend himself, only gaining a snort from you.

“Right, and I’m the Queen of England,” You said sarcastically, looking back towards the ducks. Between the time you had turned away to tease Jisung and right now, another duck had come back in search of it’s sibling. The duckling looked curiously at the fallen duck, before turning its head and let out high pitched quacks to its mother and signalling her to come back. Jisung watched as the mother duck picked the duckling up by the scruff of the neck and put it back on its feet. 

“And if you were a duck, that would be you. Always looking out for the clumsy one,” He commented, watching the family waddle off to a different area of the park. Taking another spoonful of his ice cream (you refused to let him get a cone. With how accident-prone he was, there was only fate for that poor ice cream cone, and it involved Jisung dropping ice cream down his crisp white shirt) before sighing. 

“Ducks are cute like you too,” He thought out loud, forgetting that the you in question was sitting right next to him. 

“Did you say something?” You asked.

“I-I said ducks are cute, and then I stopped talking!” Real smooth, Park. 

“Right…” You said, knowing damn well that isn’t what he said, but you didn’t wish to press further. “My legs are asleep, let’s walk a little more.” You suggested, almost leaping from your spot on the ground. Jisung scrambled to stand up too, his ice cream almost slipping through his fingers. 

You walked for what felt like miles, talking about everything under the sun. You hadn’t realised how far you had walked until you were facing the street, with the name of your street written in printed letters on the sign. 

“Guess my legs knew it was getting late before I did. I should probably get home before my mom yells at me. See you at school tomorrow, right?” Before you could walk away, you felt a hand on your wrist. Jisung’s hand. 

“Wait, I need to tell you something,” Jisung’s voice sounded desperate, like if he didn;t say this now, it would kill him. 

“What? Did you leave your jacket at the park again?” You tried to joke, but Jisung’s eyes just pleaded with you.

“Please just listen,” Jisung said, his tone coming out a lot sterner than he had meant to. He exhaled deeply before placing both of his hands in yours, his head swimming with thoughts. 

“I like you.” His eyes, his tone, the slight smile on his lips. They all were dripping with sincerity. 

“What-” 

“I like you. I don’t expect you to accept my feelings but I just really needed to get this off my chest because I’ve been wanting to tell you for a while and-”

“I like you too,” You interjected with a smile, squeezing Jisung’s hand.

“Y-You do?” He repeated your words in his head like a broken record, watching as you gave him a confident nod. 

“Yes. Now, can I go home now?” Jisung flustered himself and nodded, letting go of your hand and waving as you disappeared down your street. His cheeks were glowing red, surely resembling a firefly. You liked him too? He felt like a giddy schoolboy, a smile plastered on his face. This was quite possibly the best day of his life.

First Date

“No, no. Absolutely not, I refuse,” Jisung screeched as you swung into an empty parking space in the car park of the ice skating rink. You giggled evilly to yourself. 

“You said I get to pick the location of our date, and I choose the ice rink,” You reminded him smugly, giving him a sickly sweet smile. You sunk down in his seat, grumbling unheard profanities as he knew you were right. He had given you the power to choose where you two would have a date together, a power he was now regretting giving you. 

“Lighten up, will you? One ice skating session isn’t going to kill you,” You rolled your eyes, making your way towards the entrance to the building. 

“I seriously doubt it,” He grumbled, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his jacket.

There weren’t many others on the rink, some small children with their parents, the odd couple or two, but it was quiet. Well, quiet customer wise.

“Don’t let go of me! I’m too young to die!” Jisung squeaked, your arm wrapped in a death grip from the boy.

“Jisung, you’re not gonna die, not on my watch,” You assured him, helping him up as his knees shook like a newborn giraffe. You were able to shake the grip he had on your arm and hold both of his hands before skating backwards very slowly. “You trust me, right?” “More than anything,” He affirmed. You smiled and tugged him along, giving him perfect momentum to stay on his two feet. You swung yourself around so you were now skating besides him, intertwining your fingers together like puzzle pieces. Gliding together, you felt like you were skating in the middle of a snowy escape, a winter wonderland. You felt as if you were skating with the Snow Kingdom’s prince (except if the Snow Prince didn’t know how to skate) and the snow was falling gently around you delicately. 

This fantasy ended when your hand was jerked backwards. Your skates hit an oddly slipping part of the ice, causing you to slip over and fall promptly on the ground, finding yourself face to face with the culprit, your clumsy boyfriend. 

“Heh, sorry,” He apologised, awkwardly scratching the back of his head. You couldn’t find it in yourself to feel any kind of unamused emotion towards the boy, only bursting into a fit of giggles. 

“You’re too darn cute,” you admitted, knees knocking as you got back onto your feet. You extended your hand, offering it to Jisung as assistance to get him back on his feet. 

“Do you wanna try again?” It was more of a suggestion than a question, but you still hesitated, afraid of him saying no.

“What are my chances of getting a concussion?” The boy joked, a bright and gummy smile breaking across his face. You stifled a laugh.

“Pretty high when you assess the situation,” You answered in an amused tone. Jisung suddenly pulled you closer and placed his hands on your cheeks. His slender fingers were freezing cold against the rosy tint of your cheeks, but you didn’t seem to mind all that much. You could see him having an inner battle with himself before grinning in victory. He leaned closer to you, placing a peck to the numbed tip of your nose. Your heart fluttered like it had been caught up in a whirlwind of butterfly wings, delicately carrying them to a higher level than before. You swore you were giving Jisung really obvious heart eyes, but from the way he was looking at you, the exchange must’ve been mutual. 

Jisung finally pulled himself together, slow realisation sinking in of what he had just done. “S-Sorry,” he apologised softly, his fingers slipping away from your cheek. You caught it, bringing it down to the height of your shoulder and intertwining your fingers with his. 

“Don’t be,” you said cooly, cautiously skating towards the exit to the rink. “I’m starving. Let’s go find lunch. You can pick this time,” you smiled cheerily at him. He snuck a glance to you as he untied the laces of his ice skates. There was something about your smile that was so enchanting, sort of subtle, and perfect, and real. He couldn’t help but wonder if you even knew how wonderful your smile could make someone feel. Especially a someone like Jisung, someone who would find elegance and serenity in the tiniest things you do. He cursed his heart for fluttering stupidly fast, not that it heeded his thoughts, only beating harder the more he stared at you.

“Let’s go,” You announced, extending your hand to him. He grabbed it without a second thought. This felt like home to him, with someone who meant the world to him.

First Kiss

“Jisung, this is crazy! My parents will find out about this!” You whisper-yelled at Jisung, reluctantly throwing on your coat and shoes. Jisung smiled like a fool, feeling like a modern day Romeo as he waited on your front porch. You threw the front door open, seeing your boyfriend, absolutely drenched from head to toe with rain. The rain had been falling heavily for half an hour, so you couldn’t help but wonder what inside his mind decided that he would walk to your neighbourhood in the pouring rain just to see you?

“Jisung, it’s two in the morning. Why are you here?” You interrogated once you shut the door.

“I wanted to see you. Is that such a crime?” He countered, a sly smile resting on his pretty lips. You scoffed, playfully pushing him away. Jisung took a few paces back, extending his long fingers to you.

“Huh?” You vocalised your confusion.

“Come dance with me,” He said, waiting patiently. You hesitated for a moment. You feared the fact that your parents would definitely ground you if they found out that you were escapading at ridiculous hours of the night just to be with a boy, but on the other hand, this was Jisung you were talking about. The night, or morning if you were to be technical, wasn’t getting any younger and nor were you. In that moment, you didn’t care if your parents found out about your late night adventures. You grabbed Jisung’s hand and smiled.

“Show me to the dance floor,” You announced confidently.

To the rest of the world, the two of you probably looked like idiots. Running and shoving each other in the rain, willingly. However to the both of you, you were the only two people in the world. The only light to remind that the world was still there were the dim streetlights, illuminating only within its reach before fading back into darkness.

You danced under the streetlamp, your very own spotlight. You risked the chances of a cold, for the feeling of freedom, to be two dumb kids, fooling around at forsaken hours of the night. You had a smile to your ears and your laughter rang out loudly throughout the slumbering neighbourhood. You squealed when he pulled you closer to him by your hips. Your hands instinctively rested on his shoulders, eyes focusing on him, the water droplets that fell from his soaking wet hair and the goofy smile on his lips.

The laughter that the two of you died down, both of you completely infatuated by the other. How pretty they looked with raindrops kissing their skin, how their eyes sparkled when the light hit them at this angle. Jisung bit the inside of his cheek in hesitation. What if he was reading the signs wrong? What if you didn’t want to? He cautiously leaned forward, and you followed suit. Your lips met briefly before Jisung pulled away, scanning your face for any sign of discomfort or disgust. Instead, he was met with your eyes sparkling brightly, a huge smile breaking across your face. 

“You kissed me,” You said, slightly astonished at Jisung’s bravery.

“Yeah, I did,” He mumbled, trying to come to terms with the event that just played out in front of him.

“Do it again,” You egged.

“Excuse me?” His eyes blew wide at your comment.

“Kiss me again.”

To the rest of the world, the two of you probably looked like idiots. However to the both of you, you were the only two people in the world. The only two people in your world. 

First Time Falling in Love

The stars twinkled brightly in the dark sky above, like silver glitter that had been thrown into the depths of space. You admired the stars, wishing you could fly up there for a second just to dance among them. It was your calming activity before bed, talking to the stars about your day, especially if it wasn’t particularly a good day. The best part about today however, was that you weren’t gazing up into space in your bedroom, instead lying in the grass with the cool breeze on top of a hill that overlooked the city lights, and you weren’t gazing up into space alone, instead in company of your boyfriend, Jisung.

The two of you had spent the last hour and a half stargazing, talking about everything and anything, the big things like school systems, and the little things like the ladybird that had crawled it’s way up a blade of grass before taking flight above you. You were sleepy and ready to go home. You and Jisung were standing, facing each other, giving the sky one more quick glance before you left. When your vision came back down, you met Jisung’s eyes. They were pretty, a dark chocolate brown, the type of brown that when light hits them at just the right angle, they turn into pools of honey. They were entrancing, glittering, beautiful. It seems like he was just as entranced by your gaze as you were his, as the both of you stood in silence. Finally, Jisung mustered up enough courage like the day he asked you out, and cupped your face. His hands pressed flush against your cheeks, feeling the warmth from your blush underneath them. His lips parted and closed again, like he was trying to tell you something but was second guessing himself.

“I think,” Jisung started, trying to collect his thoughts before speaking. “I think I’m in love with you.”

“I’m glad I’m not the only one,” You laughed softly, your eyes flickering from his eyes down to his lips, so full and kissable. Without a second to think, he pulled you closer, pressing a soft kiss against your lips, a kiss full of sweetness and amateur love, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

The two of you broke away and smiled. “Shall we go home now?” You asked with lovestruck eyes. He noticed. He smiled.

“Yes, we better,”

You were maybe just a little bit in love with Park Jisung.

First Argument

You can only recount one argument with Jisung. 

You sat there at the cafe, looking around nervously for him. The constant checks of your phone and the cafe door every time the bell rang to signify a new customer, you silently hoped it wasn’t true. He wouldn’t do this to you. You refused to believe it. There was no way, right? There was no way Park Jisung had forgotten your date, right?

Wrong.

“Jeno, has anyone ever told you, you suck at MarioKart?” Chenle asked teasingly, pillow colliding with his head, which caused Toad to fly off the edge of the course. Jisung laughed hysterically, tears forming in his eyes as he drove Yoshi to victory. Amongst the commotion going on inside, the doorbell rang. Renjun, who was not participating in his friends’ antics, decided to answer it. Upon seeing you, he was a bit shocked to see you there. You barely showed up there, so to see you standing outside the door, with your coat folded between your arms and a displeased look on your face, took him by surprise.

“Jisung, it’s for you,” Renjun called into the door, abandoning you at the threshold to take over Jisung’s controller. 

When your boyfriend saw you, he smiled with a twinkle of confusion in his eye.

“Hey, what are you doing here? We were just playing MarioKart if you-”

“You forgot, didn’t you?” You interrupted bitterly, boring holes in his soul from your gaze alone. Jisung looked at you for a second, trying to comprehend the words that had left your lips moments ago. 

“Is it your birthday?” Jisung asked stupidly. Anger flashed in your eyes before you grabbed him by the shoulder of his t-shirt and tugged him out of the dorm. With the door now acting as a barrier between the argument and the fun his friends were having, you could now speak freely.

“3pm, Culture Cafe. Does this mean anything to you?” You interrogated, your tone bitter and upset, a lethal combination. Jisung’s eyebrows furrowed in thought, wracking his brains to try and make connections between the two. 

“Our date, Jisung! Our fucking date!” You yelled at him, growing bored of watching him try and remember. “We planned this three days ago, how can you not remember?” Your voice softened in disbelief. “It was just this one thing, but instead I come here and find you playing video games with your friends.” The more you spoke, the more tears blurred your vision. 

Jisung swore he heard his heart break when he saw a fat tear roll down your cheek. He had caused those tears, over just how forgetful he really is.

“If there was a more sincere way of saying sorry, I would say it. I can’t think of the words to-” Jisung was cut off by your sobs. He immediately panicked, grasping your shoulders, feeling like a kicked puppy. “No, no, no, baby don’t cry. I promise I’ll-”

“I can’t be here any longer. Just give me a few days,” you used those words as your salutations of farewell, turning on your heel and walking away from him. You silently screamed at yourself for getting so upset over a stupid date, but this wasn’t like Jisung. He was so adamant about not forgetting the important things, so why would he forget this? 

It had been five days since the confrontation with Jisung, and you had not spoken to him since. You left him on read with every text message, and deleted every voicemail he left you. You acknowledged you may be acting a bit brashly, but you wanted him to feel the same forgotten feeling that sat in the bottom of your stomach when he left alone at that cafe. 

You wanted Jisung to apologise. You just didn’t expect him to apologise the way he did.

Your doorbell rang repetitively, clearly trying to divide your attention from your comfort show. You reluctantly stood up from your comfy spot on the couch, and walked towards the door. Upon opening it, you saw a boy with dark dishevelled hair with a cake in hand. The cake was messily decorated and seemed a bit squashed, but you could still tell it was supposed to be a heart shape. 

“Is this your way of apologising?” You asked him monotonously, your eyes still on the cake. Jisung nodded. His eyes seemed puffy.

“I don’t mean to ruin the apology, but why does the cake look a bit…”

“Squished?” Jisung finished, a sad smile playing at his lips. “Chenle, the stupid ass, sat on the box before I left. All my hard work, now flattened,” He gave a half hearted chuckle before silencing himself.

“Look, I am really, really sorry. I was stressing, and the boys thought it would be a good idea if I spent time out of my room and play some games with them to stop moping around, and I didn’t realise how fast the time went and I forgot about our date and then I felt horrible and I-” He rambled on, an embarrassed blush colouring his cheeks and the tips of his ears. He stopped when he heard you giggle, a soft, almost whimsical sound. You took the cake box from him and smiled. 

“You put all of this work in, just for an apology?” You asked, a soft smile subconsciously creeping across your face. 

“You weren’t answering your phone, so I got desperate,” Jisung admitted, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck at your reaction. You stepped forward to kiss his cheek, his skin warm against your lips. 

“So, am I forgiven?” He asked nervously, feeling cold sweat dribble down the back of his neck. 

“Depends. Are you gonna share this cake with me?” You countered, stepping aside to invite him in. 

“Who did you bribe to allow you in the kitchen by yourself?”

“Hey!”

First Dance

“Hurry up, we’re going to miss the sunset,” Jisung tugged you up the hill, sunlight casting over his face the higher he hiked up the mountain. You let out a tired laugh as you allowed him to drag you up the mountain. Once you reached the top, you finally understood why he wanted to show you this place. The view was spectacular. The sunset gave the landscape an orange hue to it, even the ocean sparkled like magnificent glitter. The orange specks glowed like millions of fireflies, creating a picture perfect landscape, one that belonged within the walls of a world famous museum. 

“This is stunning,” You sighed in awe, the dusk lighting flicking its rays into your irises. Jisung nodded firmly, pride bubbling in his chest at knowing he picked the perfect place.

“Baby?” He asked, hiding his shyness as best he could.

“Yeah?” You answered, eyes breaking away from the beautiful atmosphere to him. He held his hand out, suggesting something.

“Dance with me?” He asked politely, a pink tint colouring the tips of his ears. You giggled lightly.

“Dancing is meaningless without music,” You informed, warm breeze whipping past the exposed parts of your skin. Jisung whipped out his phone, briefly tapped on the screen and waited before a soft and calming song played from the speakers. He slipped it into his back pocket, quickly taking your left hand in his right, his left hand coming down to rest on your waist and steadily rocking you to the melody. Your head rested against his chest, inhaling his warm scent. He smelt of fresh cotton sheets and something else that can only be described as the sweetest fruit of the summer. 

The moment felt like a scene out of a fairytale, a nonsensical world that only manifested in the creative young minds of children, however the way the gentle breeze kissed your cheek and ruffled your hair, the last of the sun’s rays pressed a warm glow to your skin, it felt too real to be make believe. 

Jisung twirled you around on the spot, a giggle escaping your lips as you fell gracefully against his chest. As you spun around to face him again, the look in his eyes could only be truly explained with one word; ‘Lovestruck’, like his whole world revolved around you. You were his moon, his stars, his world. You might as well have been his whole solar system, dammit. He pressed a soft chaste kiss your lips, pulling away and leaving only centimeters between the both of you.

“I love you,” Jisung’s face lit up like the fireflies that played in the valley beneath you. You cracked a giddy smile, lacing your fingers with him.

“I love you too,” You requited, realising that the song you were originally dancing to had faded out some time ago, only dancing along to the beat of each other’s heart. He laughed at this discovery, holding you closer and hearing the faint drum of your thumping heart. He hummed to himself as thoughts of you swam through his head, but only one stuck out to him. It was less of a thought and more like an idea, a wish, a dream, a promise.

You are my first love, and I intend for you to be my last

[hcrringtonshair]

Sweet as sugar

Sam Wilson x Reader

Summary: Sarah Wilson is your best friend and she’s inviting you for dinner.

Word Count: 2048

Warnings: a few swearing words, alcohol consumption and fluff

A/n: Thank you sm for requesting this @buckybarnes101 !! I had so much fun writing this and I kinda got lost in it so it’s pretty long but I couldn’t stop myself 😁 Anyways, I really hope you like it!

Sorry for any grammatical errors, I don’t have a beta reader and I’m not a native english speaker.

Masterlist

(Gif credit goes to @emraanhashmi)

Dinner tonight at my place? The boys are asking for you like every 5 minutes and I want to see my best friend

With a big grin you looked at your phone reading the message from your best friend Sarah.

You checked the time, 4 pm.

Sure! Can’t wait to see you all again 😍 I’ll be there at 7? Oh and is Sam back home?

Your hand landed with a clap on your forehead, why did you ask this? But it was too late to delete it because Sarah already saw it.

You were best friends since college, and she knew about your secret crush on Sam all over the years.

But since he was off to be an avenger and safe the world you had given up any hopes and went into dating again. Not that successful but at least you tried.

We can’t wait either ☺️ Fine I’ll prepare dinner soon and yes Sam is here!

A tickle went through your stomach, and you couldn’t help but to smile, rereading the message before you jumped off your seat.

One of your colleagues looked up from the other side of the desk.

“You’re leaving?”

“Yes. Uh.. Important stuff.”

You waved with the phone, grabbing your bag and jacket.

“I worked last Tuesday 3 hours longer. So leaving one hour earlier today will be no problem. Bye!”

After you rushed home, you realized you had no plan what to wear. Normally you showed up at Sarah’s in comfy clothes but today was different. Full of excitement you started to empty the wardrobe, looking for something special.

6:13 pm. Shit you would be there too late… As always.

You nearly stomped over a bunch of clothing that laid on the floor by heading to the door.

Only 10 minutes too late you arrived at the house, Sarah waved from the kitchen window as the door opened and two boys ran to you.

“Aunt y/n”

The two hugged you when you barely left the car, making one step back because of them rushing onto you.

“Hey boys.”

Smiling you put your arms around both of them.

“C’mon we have to show you our new video game!”

They both start running towards the house as you follow them slowly.

“They’re even louder than I remember.”

You laughed as you entered the kitchen, greeting Sarah with a hug, giving her a bottle of wine you bought in the city before.

“That’s because they have an uncle who encourages them, isn’t it like that Sam?”

For a moment you froze before turning around, following the view of Sarah to look at her brother who leans at the door frame.

Arms crossed on his chest, the tight sweater showing off every muscle on his broad arms.

His eyes wander down your body for a moment before they locked with yours again and a little smirk appeared on his lips.

The smirk that you loved so much and makes your heartbeat racing up.

“That’s absolutely right.”

He pushed himself off the frame, making his way to you.

“Long time no see sugar.”

You frown by him calling you sugar, not able to reply directly.

“World’s safe then I guess.”

When his arms wrapped around your body for a moment you held your breath.

You smelled his cologne, a mix of vanilla and cedar wood.

“Safer than ever.”

Before you could react he stepped back, noticing his hands brushing over your hips while letting go.

Automatically a bright smile showed up on your face, you looked at each other, and you didn’t notice the silence in the room before Sarah coughed giggling behind you.

“Sam would you mind to go and tell the boys they have to quit playing. Mr Liu is going to pick them up in 5 minutes.”

Not without winking at you Sam left the kitchen, you hear him laughing in the living room as you turn around.

“So what was that?”

Sarah handed you a glass of wine grinning knowingly, you both toasted.

“What?”

Making an innocent face after taking a few sips of the alcohol.

“This between you and him. I could literally feel the tension. And don’t lie to me, I know that you have a crush on him ever since I introduced you to each other.”

With every word you recognize your cheeks heat up and panic builds up in your stomach as you heard footsteps in your direction while she was speaking.

“Mr Liu is here.”

Sam’s face looked into the room, the boys rushing in to give their mother and you a short hug before leaving again followed by Sam.

When the door closed you breathed out heavy.

“There was no tension. We just haven't seen each other for a long time.”

You shrugged and saw through the window how Sam was saying goodbye to his nephews.

“Of course y/n. Next time tell me something I really could believe.”

Playfully you slapped Sarah’s shoulder and you both started laughing.

“Dinner is ready soon. C’mon let’s sit down outside.”

“Wow I nearly forgot how beautiful it is here.”

Astonished by the view of the last sun shining glittering on the calm water and the trees slowly waving in the warm breeze you made yourself comfortable on the bench on the veranda.

“If you would visit us more often you wouldn’t say that.”

Sam companies the two of you by sitting down next to you.

From the corner of your eyes you saw him casually resting his arm behind you.

You gave Sarah a haunting look which she answered with a giggle.

Her eyes switched from you to her brother and for a moment she stayed on him.

Since Sam sat down, your body had cramped, and you concentrated to act normal by emptying the glass of wine in one.

“Wow, slow it down, sugar. We don’t want you to be drunk before dessert.”

His giggling sent shivers down your spine, and you couldn’t help but to let out a nervous laughter.

“I’m honored that you care but don’t worry. I still have to drive home.”

You hadn’t noticed that Sarah left while you had spoken to Sam, so you turn around a bit, casually crossing your legs and resting hands folded on the upper thigh.

“Then I’ll give you more wine.”

His arm shoots around you to the table on your left to grab the bottle of wine, “More wine, less leaving.”

“Oh shit. Sorry guys, I forgot about Mrs Benoit’s Gutter. I promised her to fix it today.”

Sarah rushed out of the house down the staircase and you both flinched by the sudden interruption.

“But I already fixed it earlier this morning!”

Sam shouted at her when she headed to the car.

She waved with her hand, “She said it’s broken again! Dinner is ready, start eating without me, I’ll be back asap.”

Speechless you stared at your best friend, who was giving you a wink through the car window before driving away.

Seconds of silence let you inspect the fine fabric of your blouse.

“So then. Let’s go eating.”

You looked up, watching Sam going back on his feet reaching out for your hand.

For a brief moment you stare at his hand, feeling again your cheeks heating up before taking it timidly.

Your heartbeat was loud in your ears, it pounded so fast that you thought it would spring out of your rib cage every second.

The fact that Sarah already prepared the table with only two plates didn’t help.

“Damn it Sarah.”

You murmured as you sat down, Sam on the opposite laughed, his eyes shining in the dimmed light.

“I’m pretty sure that the gutter is fixed.”

“So am I. And I’m convinced that she will not be back soon.”

He opens up a beer and silently you both put some food on your plates.

“She was also bold enough to light candles. Didn’t know her romantic side until then.”

Sam laughed again at your words, nearly knocking over his beer can.

“She can be. Did you know how much she loved Dirty Dancing when we were younger? Or Titanic, god how many handkerchiefs were necessary for her tears.”

“Sounds familiar.”

Without looking at him you began to eat, grinning at the thought of a younger Sam who helps Sarah calm down after the death of Jack.

“Wait, don’t tell me that your most favorite movie of all time is Titanic.”

His eyes showed surprise and a bit of shock and you laughed again when his left hand wandered up to his chest, resting it where the heart is.

“No way! But I won’t lie when I say that I’ve cried when Rose realized that Jack is dead. It is an emotional scene and I will never not cry while watching this.”

You paused for taking the wine glass up to your lips, noticing that Sam was following your movements with his eyes.

You giggled into the glass, raising eyebrows which leads him to speak.

“I forgot how good you’re looking. No let me speak out.”

He raised one hand to stop you from speaking up.

“You’re really beautiful y/n. Sweet as sugar.”

He gave you a wink, his hand randomly brushing over yours as you both wanted to grab a spoon.

“Thank you.”

In your head you slapped yourself for that dumb answer, but it was impossible to make one right thought in your head since Sarah had left.

After dinner and three more glasses of wine you’d become more confident and put all your thoughts aside.

“So what next? I’m not ready to leave.”

“Maybe we should use the time, even though I don’t think that my sister will be here soon.”

He made a gesture to show you to follow him.

“We could watch a movie.”

He looked at a small shelf, left to the TV and you accompanied him, your eyes flying over the titles on the DVD boxes.

“What about that?”

You groan as he held Titanic in his hands, grinning down at you and wiggling with his eyebrows.

“No way unless you want to make me cry.”

“Maybe it’s just an excuse to hold you.”

The innocent glare he gave you before inspecting the cover of the box let your hands shake.

“You don’t need an excuse for that.”

Mumbling you choose another box holding it up so that he could read it.

“Sounds like an offer. Go make yourself comfortable, I’ll handle this.”

He took the box, and you made your way to the couch in front of the TV.

It wasn’t possible to concentrate yourself on Bad Boys II.

Soon as he sat down beside you, he had wrapped one arm around your shoulders and pushed you against his chest.

Immediately you had lied down your head on it which caused him to giggle lightly.

The alcohol had made your head go dizzy, and soon you felt how your eyelids become heavy.

“You’re sure you want to drive home? You can stay here, or I can bring you.”

His voice was close to your ear, and you flinched, you must have been asleep for a short moment.

“Oh no you don’t have to. I’m fine and besides, how will you come home then?”

“Then we’ll take my car, and I’ll pick you up tomorrow. But you can just stay here. We have a free room.”

With a big yawn you sit up, stretching out your arms before falling back against him.

“You know what. I’ll stay here. But you can pick me up from work tomorrow anyways.”

The blood shoots into your face as you heard yourself speaking, embarrassed you looked up to see him smile.

You stayed like this for a couple of seconds, his hands wandering up and down your back.

“You know what I can also do?”

“You could kiss me.”

You had spoken out loud your thoughts before you had really thought about it.

And he did, pressing down his lips onto yours and caused you to hold your breath for a moment.

The kiss was slow, his smooth lips moved perfectly against yours, and you couldn’t help but to grab his shoulders and push yourself closer to him.

“Sarah should leave us alone more often then.”

[writingsbychlo]

rapp-ed around your heart (01)

word count; 19,578

summary; stan and Irene have decided that mitch needs. a little downtime, and he’s pretty moody about it, until you put him in his place.

notes; this is the beginning of what is going to be a six part series, all based on the road. I really hope you guys like it, it’s about healing, and finding purpose.

warnings; none, really. mitch is moody, but what’s new?

The South East

“Whatever it is that you think I did, I am taking zero responsibility for it until you have proof.” Mitch announced his innocence loudly from the second he stepped into the office, and Hurley simply glared at him from where he was sitting on the other side of the desk, and he flopped himself down until the comfortable chair to wait for his latest bollocking over disobeying orders, being reckless, having an attitude, or whatever it was that he was about to be reamed for.

“That fact that you immediately have to defend yourself is a reason enough for me to be doubtful in your conduct, Agent Rapp.” He recognised that voice, rolling his eyes a little bit letting his lips flick up at the sides in amusement as the stoic face of his superior came into view via video chat, and Hurley leaned back in his seat, crossing his arms.

“Irene.” He nodded, eyes flicking between the pair, and brows shooting up as he waited. “So, why exactly am I here?”

“You’ve been working with us for almost three years now, and you’ve been working yourself hard since the incident in Ibiza, which would make it four years since you last gave yourself a break.” His heart clenched a little at the painful memories that flashed behind his eyes, but it was nowhere near as bad as it had once been, and he crossed his own arms, raising his shoulders and dropping them back down in a shrug.

“Your point?”

“The point is, Mitch, that we look after our agents. You are taking a break. A long one.” He let out a groan at the woman’s words, beginning to spew denial and complaints from the second he had processed the words, wiping a hand over his face and shaking his head in denial, but the slamming of an open palm down onto the table was enough to silence him as he looked up at Stan.

“Listen, this isn’t entirely altruistic. We aren’t sending you on a holiday to let you have fun in the sun in the Bahamas. You are going to wear yourself out, and one day you will fuck up in the field and that will cost lives of other agents, and a hell of a lot of civilians.” He huffed, glaring at his superiors in silence, and Stan smirked a little at finally getting him to shut up. “You don’t have anything to live for, Rapp.”

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

Hurley held his hands up, and Irene rubbed her forehead with a sigh, mumbling under her breath about the subtlety of men. “What we mean, Mitch, is that you’ve spent so long throwing everything into work and revenge, that you don’t have anything anymore. Work is important to you, I get it, but it can’t be everything. You have to have something that motivates you, something that inspires you, makes you wake up in the morning, or else you aren’t fighting for anything.”

“What happened to ‘never let it get personal’, huh?” His words were pointed in sharp and bitter tone at Stan, a vicious stab at him for the tactic he’d once used to whip him into shape emotionally, and the older man didn’t even flinch.

“That was when you were unstable, but you’re one of our best agents now, and you train the recruits. When your anger was out of control, anything you latched onto becomes your primary focus, but now you have nothing to guide your direction or give you a purpose.” She sighed, and he slumped back into the chair a little bit.

“What, and you think two weeks in Europe is going to make me a new person?” He snorted at the thought, picturing himself in a striped shirt and a beret, with a curled moustache when he came back and an affection for pastries.

“Actually, you’re staying in the country. Start you up easy, and all.”

He wasn’t sure what to say anymore, and he didn’t see the point. Life felt drained of colour and entirely pointless, the only things that gave him joy were knowing that he was keeping others like him safe, people who hadn’t yet undergone the life-changing trauma he had getting a chance to skip over it and enjoy a life he didn’t get to have.

“My niece, she’s going on a little road trip. I talked to her, and she’s agreed to take you along with her.” Mitch was entirely unaware that Stan even had any family, but he dropped that in favour of searching his brain for an excuse not to go in a cramped car with a complete stranger, but he felt like he was short-circuiting, mind coming up a total blank as he was filled with white noise. The smirk Stan’s face was enough to piss him off even more, but he bit his tongue and waited to be dismissed, he could always come up with an excuse between now and then. “You’d better go and pack, she’ll be here in an hour.”

“Wait, what? And you didn’t think to tell me until now?” He seethed, standing in his seat, before watching between the two higher-ups who were staring him down for his outburst. “Can I be dismissed, or what?”

“Yeah, you can go, but you better be ready by the time she gets here.” He was already out the door before Stan had even finished speaking, the words being shouted after him as he left the door wide open, spite to make him stand up and close it himself, and he heard it slam shut only a second later. He enjoyed the easy recruits all but jumped out of his way in fear as he stormed across the courtyard, stomping up the outside stairs to the top floor of the dormitories, the floor that had been reserved for him and him only, the single perk of staying on to advise being getting to have his own space rent-free, even if it was a little small and cramped, with every little privacy from the group of people constantly moving through in the lower floors.

There was a bag under his bed, the one he usually used when being sent away on an assignment, and he dragged it out with his foot, dumping it on the bed. Opening up various drawers and cabinets, he shoved a collection of jeans and shorts, jumpers and t-shirts into a bag, enough clothes for about two weeks, and enough underwear and socks to match.

Laying out a fresh set of clothes for himself, he stripped off the ones he was currently wearing, dumping them into the laundry basket that he could throw into the washer before leaving, and have one of the interns clean up and leave outside his door for when he returned.

The water took a good minute or two to warm up, and so he busied himself with swiping his toiletries and cosmetics into the bag too, before stepping into the shower and letting out a low groan as the scalding water washed over his skin as he stepped under it. Dirt and grime washed away into the drain as he thought about the training he’d been taking part in during the day, cuts and grazes along his back stinging at the temperature, but washing away every ounce of blood and dirt, cleaning the wounds for him as he washed himself off.

His hair was washed too, until the water was running clean as his muscles had eased, the tension slipping away with every deep breath he took. Not only did he let the physical dirt drain away, but he allowed the water to take away the impurities he felt in his chest too, the way his angry moods and stubborn hatred for the idea of leaving were carried away into the drain.

The fear, however, that stuck around. The overwhelming anxiety that came just at the thought of not being busy. Mitch liked to work himself into the ground, he wanted to be sure that he woke up in the morning with things to get straight into, and he wanted to be so tired at the end of the night that he didn’t have time to lay awake in the dark.

It was no longer the flashes of Katrina on the beach that came up behind his eyes, that was a pain he had acknowledged and processed, breaking it down until he was able to move on, but he was haunted by a life he never got to live. When he was younger, he was such high aspirations, and he mounted for a future he would never get. He missed the thrill of playing lacrosse, or the excitement he got at the idea of experiencing something new, or the adrenaline rush from forcing himself to do something that gave him a little scare.

Everything felt numb now, like the world was in black and white, surrounding him with the buzzing of white noise as everything fell away into the background. It felt blurry, and out of focus, and he felt disassociated from his life, and so when the chance came around for him to fall right into that void and get lost in his insecurities, he wasn’t exactly jumping at the opportunity.

When the water finally began to run cold, he switched it off, stepping out and towelling himself dry, before picking up his watch and checking the time. Fastening the device onto his wrist, he had just enough time to run through his laundry and grab a snack before leaving, and his stomach rumbled at the thought of the smoked ham and aged cheese sitting in the main fridge, a roll that he could place it within, and his mouth salivated a little in excitement. Tugging black jeans up his legs and a forest green henley over his head, he was grateful for how tidy his space already was, before grabbing at his favourite sneakers and tugging them onto his feet. It was a little cold for his liking, and so he swiped the first jacket he could from his closet, a slightly too big leather jacket with only one rip in it, that could easily be hidden if he didn’t stick his thumb through it, and it was enough for him.

He grabbed at the laundry bag, swinging it over his shoulder before peeking his head out of the door, and flagging down the first recruit he could find. Dropping the bag into his arms, he smirked as the man looked between it and himself, scurrying away seconds later with the strict instructions to wash it, dry it, fold it and leave it outside his door for when he came back.

He patted himself down, checking for keys wallet and his phone, doing a final sweep to check he had everything, before he was setting off, locking the apartment as he went. His first call was the kitchen, stopping in to make the sandwich he had promised himself, before taking a bite out of it and hiking his bag up onto his shoulder, and making his way back through the cabin.

Rounding the large property, he could see a vehicle already pulled up, a storage box on top that was open, and his supervisor was leaning against the back of the large car, a cigarette in his mouth as he listened to a woman just out of his view chat excitedly, but he could hear his voice as he made his way over. It was clearly one of the CIA vehicles, one he was so used to riding along in, and he momentarily wondered about how you’d gained permission for it, but the almost unnoticeable patched-up holes along the side and scratches told him that it was a decommissioned one that had seen better days before being shot at during field days.

The closer he got, the more he could see. Slightly shorter than he was, the girl was wearing a flowy dress and a cardigan, ankle boots covering her feet and sunglasses sitting up in her hair as she showed off a large map to her uncle, one that he didn’t care for, but he seemed to grab both of their attentions as he shuffled over to them.

“Rapp, just on time.” Stan broke, his voice already going colder just from interacting with him instead of the girl he called family, and Mitch simply rolled his eyes.

“Oh, lighten up, Uncle Stan.” The girl was far too positive for his liking, especially while he was still angered over the entire situation, but he tried to be polite, shaking her hand when she offered it out to him, and gave him her name. She moved a little, trying to show him the large map as she attempted to redirect it so that he could see, and he dropped his bag to the floor, finishing his sandwich and sticking his hands into his pockets. “I got some places marked out, but is there anywhere in particular that you want to see, Mitch?”

“I couldn't care less where we go.” Your smile faltered a little, and he almost felt guilty for it, but you were shrugging him off only a second later, and he had to admit to himself that he was more than eager just to get on with this trip so that he could get it over with, the soon you both got on the road would be the sooner he could call this ridiculous holiday off, and the sooner he could come home and get back to his regularly scheduled timetable of running himself into the ground to avoid his thoughts.

Stan took the initiative to pick up his bag and place it in the open compartment above the car, before licking it shut tightly and double-checking it was all sealed up, before the older man was leaning down to press a fatherly kiss to the top of your head as you folded the map away. “You ready to go, Mitch?”

Your tone was a little cooler as you spoke to him, but still held no venom, and he simply nodded, making his way over to the passenger seat, all of the windows along the car blacked out, and he at least appreciated that privacy. Letting himself in, he stared right ahead, ignoring the scenery as he slumped into the plush leather and strapped himself in, crossing his arms and glaring at Stan as the man put out his cigarette and beaming sardonically at him from outside the windshield.

You were only seconds behind, hopping up into the vehicle with more pep than he thought possible, and getting yourself settled, before starting up the car, and dragging him away from the life he knew, on a ridiculous attempt to fix what he already knew to be broken, in his opinion, beyond repair.

It was an uncomfortable silence for at least an hour, only the humming you made along to the playlist that was ringing out softly within the car, your tapping at the steering wheel with your fingers to particularly catchy beats, and the attempts at small talk you’d given up on somewhere between fifteen and twenty minutes into your journey. He was upset, and frustrated, and absolutely did not ‘want to play the number plate game’ with you.

Eventually, his curiosity took over, and he turned to face you, sighing a little for emphasis in what seemed more like a huff, and you glanced over at him from your place behind the wheel.

“So where exactly are we going first?”

“Oh! We are off to Fort Monroe!” You were still too peppy for his liking, and he hummed discontentedly under his breath, before nodding along and twisting to stare back out of the window, this time, looking dead ahead instead of to the side. He almost felt like a petulant teenager, slumped in his seat with a frown, arms crossed and being unnecessarily huffy, the same exact attitude he’d had all those years ago when his parents had sent him away to boarding school. “I was thinking we could go to the beach, maybe?”

He grunted at the thought, and you chuckled under your breath a little, glancing back in your mirrors and slowing for only a second to allow another driver to overtake you, before your attention was back on him.

“Not up for the beach? That’s cool. There’s a restaurant I kinda’ wanted to try, but we can do anything, really. I don’t have much of a plan for it. Just some ideas. I marked out some places around here that seemed cool.”

“A road trip of Virginia, how thrilling.” He rolled his eyes a little, his anger only bubbling up further at the cheery laugh you let out in response, looking over at him.

“I mean, I thought we’d start out easy for today. We’re already halfway through the day, it wasn’t worth getting anything big.” You shrugged, and he turned to look at you for only a second, cringing at the next song that came up, and he did not hesitate in lifting his finger to press skip on your phone as it sat in its stand on the dashboard. “We move down towards Florida over the next week or so, taking it in a slow build, getting to the road so much can be hard on your stomach, but the drives are divided up pretty nicely.”

“Florida?” You grinned, nodding at him, taking your eyes over the road for only a second. “How long is this road trip?”

You glanced over him curiously, your confusion at his statement melting away only a second later, before you were grinning in a way that made his stomach flip with nerves, unsure as to whether he actually wanted to know that answer. Instead of answering him, you reached over to the glove box with one hand, opening it up as the drawer fell open into his lap, and you fished through to find the old-fashioned and large paper map, slamming the storage compartment closed again and dropping the paper onto his legs. “Uncle Stan didn’t tell you the whole truth, did he?”

He grabbed at it, unfolding the large paper. He expected a zoomed-in version of the coast you were along, maybe a little more, but it was a map of the entire country, a red marker drawn along, lines connecting at least thirty dots along the way, and his jaw dropped, trying to add up in his head how long this trip would be, simply with driving and minimal stay time, and he realised he was looking at months of travel here.

“What the fuck?” You jumped a little at his outburst, but he couldn’t tear his eyes from the paper before him. “This is one of those road trip things, right around the fuckin’ country! It’s going to cost a fortune in motels alone!”

You shook your head at him as he folded it down enough that it could sit flat, and you jabbed your thumb over your shoulder, causing him to turn and follow the motion with his sight. “We aren’t staying in that many motels.”

He almost felt stupid for how he’d missed it before, but the backseat was flattened down with a mattress laying over from the trunk to reaching almost all the way up to the seats, blankets and covers mixed with pillows, general amenities sitting around the edges, the largest portable phone charger Mitch had ever seen sitting on the floor, and he felt like the tiniest bit of hope he’d had toward this trip just flew out of the window, and at this point, he wasn’t even on control of the complaints that began to pour from his lips. “You have got to be fucking kidding me.”

“What?”

“I found out this fucking morning that I have to traipse around the goddamn country with a fucking stranger, and now you’re telling me I have to sleep in the back of a car, doing shit I don’t want to do and sending my money in places I don’t want to go to, all for what? Nothing, that’s what.” He ran a hand over his face, a highly agitated noise leaving him. “Fuck this.”

You let out your own growl, the first sound of anything other than pure glee that you had released, the car jerking roughly as you spun off onto the side of the road, throwing the vehicle into park and turning to him. His eyes widened a little with the fire burning in your glare as you turned to look at him, sunny expression turned sour.

You weren’t willing to let him ruin your trip, this venture meant the world to you, you had been planning and saving up for more years than you could count.

“Listen, Rapp.” You hissed the name out at him, with more venom than even your uncle ever had, and he felt a little intimidated at the sudden rage that had spiked up within you. “This is my road trip. I planned it, I initiated it, I bought the car and saved for fuel, and did all the research. You think it was my dream to have a tag-along stranger jump on board? No. Especially not one with the general etiquette skills of a fucking pebble and the manners of an ex-con with a diagnosis in psychopathy and anti-social disorder.”

He opened his mouth to retort, feeling almost a little intimidated, shrinking back into his seat as you took a deep and steadying breath, closing your eyes for a second as you tried to reign yourself in, before you were looking at him again, before he could even think of anything to say in reply.

“Look, my uncle told me he wanted someone to come with me, someone who needed a little peace and quiet, and something to brighten up an otherwise dismal life. He told me about you, and I happened to think that this road trip would be just as good for you as it will be for me, so I said yes to you coming along. I’m not scared of my uncle, Mitch, and I’m not scared of Irene either. They aren’t my goddamn superiors, and I’m not letting you ruin this for me, so if you keep up this killjoy attitude then I will put you on a bus home, I don’t care where we are in the country. Got it?”

He gaped a little, before swallowing thickly, nodding his head, and letting himself acknowledge the guilt that was creeping up within him. Logically, he knew it wasn’t your fault. You weren’t the one that insisted he go on holiday, you weren’t the one that set him up with months of duty, and you certainly weren’t the one that had caused him a lifetime and a half’s worth of pain all crammed into the last decade, and yet he had been taking it out on you. Clearing his mind, he cleared his throat, mumbling an apology which you were quick to accept, before setting the car back off into motion.

It was awkward and tense, and he knew he’d already fucked it all up, and the two of you had barely been on the road for two hours, but he forced himself to relax a little, listening intently to the song playing, and relaxing in the seat. Uncrossing his arms and letting them sit in his lap instead, his head pressed into the rest behind his head, and he watched the scenery sliding by.

“So, that terrifying glare and scary, angry brow thing is genetics, then?”

You looked at him for only a second, easing up a little from your rigid pose, and laughed lightly under your breath, shrugging a single shoulder. “He taught me everything I know.”

He felt a little better at having broken the silence, and instead opted to open the map back up, studying the stops carefully, as you pulled off of the highway at the first sign guiding you towards ‘Fort Monroe’.

To say Virginia had been an uncomfortable situation of you both would be the understatement of the century. Small talk was fractured and strained, and you had no idea what you were supposed to talk to him about, and you had figured he was feeling the same way about you. Instead, you had busied yourself with mumbled about the different things you were seeing as you wandered around the Nation exhibit of Fort Monroe, and then moved on to dinner.

There was no longer the looming tension of the argument waiting to break out, and in his defence, you could see that he was at least trying to be better, but the pair of you hadn't exactly hit the ground running when you’d started out, and it was having a staggering impact on everything else that was going on for the pair of you.

He had opted to sleep upfront, leaning the passenger seat as far back as it could go, and accepting the blanket and pillow you’d offered him, shuffling every few minutes for almost an hour before he had finally settled in his seat, and you were grateful for the reprieve, before finally being able to fall asleep yourself.

Sleeping that first night seemed to hit that refresh button for you both, because when you woke up, he had already been awake, but he’d mumbled a ‘good morning’ to you when he heard you stirring, actually putting down his phone to turn around and look at you when you sat up. He had shown you the google maps version of the guide that he’d downloaded for you both, to add a little extra navigation, and inform you about roadblocks on your routes, and other such information that you may need.

After sorting yourself out, a change of clothes, and finding a rest stop to freshen up at, you were back on the road, a far more positive atmosphere shared between you both as you set off on the fairly short drive which covered the rest of the distance between where you’d stopped in Virginia, and making your way down towards North Carolina. Your first stop was Crabtree Falls, wanting to take a little break as you got yourselves used to the amount of driving you were going to be doing, and opting to check out the Museum of Natural Sciences to stretch your legs out and get a little bit of fresh air before you were on your way again.

When you arrived, it wasn’t overly busy, no crowds and queues and masses of tourists, and you were grateful for the reprieve, and the fountain of things to talk about with the man beside you so that conversation didn’t have to feel as forced.

The second you stepped inside, you were in awe, glancing up at the beautiful glass dome that the floors all circled around, balconies overlooking from the upper layers, and you took a minute to appreciate the ornate workings of the decorations that were up and about, before a nudge on your arm caught your attention.

Turning to look at the man beside you, his hands were tucked into his pocket, but his elbow was brushing yours, before he nodded his head stiffly towards one of the signs before you both. “They have live animals. Wanna’ check out the snakes?”

“Only if we can look at the big whale skeleton first.”

He nodded his head, the two of you gathering your tickets, and grabbing a map to guide yourself around, unfolding it before the both of you and pointing out the various things you wanted to check out. You did not take it in order, wandering from the top of the museum to the bottom, several times, neglecting to follow the numerical path that had been laid out, but choosing to simply follow the numbers of things you wanted to look at each time you got curious about someone else.

The uneasiness between you both had fallen away somewhere between the butterfly enclosure and the ‘Mountain Cove’ exhibit. The feeling that you were just waiting to blow up at him again the second he began acting out of line once again had faded away, and the borderline silence he had allowed you to suffer through when you’d first arrived had changed into small comments and subtle attempts at conversations that varied between the attractions you saw, all dependent on the sights you were seeing, and just how much it caught his attention, but you certainly weren't complaining.

By the time you’d left, you had a large plushie of a dinosaur under your arm, and a smile on your face, and Mitch seemed fractionally less tense than you had seen him since this trip had begun.

You had a simple dinner, the two of you simply choosing to get by on a drive-thru meal that you could eat as you began the trip down to Georgia, a truck stop in mind that you could use for stopping at, as well as sleeping and cleaning yourselves up some more. Your third day had a dismal start, one of your tires popping from a particularly rough pothole in the road, the impact giving you a headache from the jerk of the car before you’d pulled over to the side of the road, and hours had passed before someone had been out to change your spare tire.

You’d had to pull out the mattress and blankets from the back of the car, balancing it on the top of the vehicle to stop it getting dirty just to be able to get to your tools and more than half of the day had passed you by before you were getting back on the road again, your plans ruined and your mood on the floor, at least five hours worth of driving still ahead of you, and the day had been lost entirely by the time you’d been able to get everything back to the way it should be.

It was quiet as you drove along, nothing cheering you up as you stared out at the open roads, feeling dismal about what had already gone wrong in your trip, the entire outlook making it feel like this was going to be the prediction for the whole trip, and despite your best efforts to be positive, the bad day had put a downer on your mood.

“So, tell me what this playlist is about? Because there’s songs from the sixties, and songs that are on the radio now, all mixed in together, and I have yet to hear the same song twice.” You were a little startled at him initiating the conversation, and you could hear the strain in his voice at actively starting a conversation that had no particular end place in sight, but you realised he was doing it purely for the purpose of cheering you up, and so your lips flicked up at the sides as you glanced at him. “It just seems wildly random to me.”

“Well, a lot of different genres and moods went into it.” He raised a brow at you to continue, seeming genuinely interested in the explanation, and you let out a little laugh at the thought. “Well, firstly you have your typical road trip songs. You know the ones. ‘Take Me Home, Country Roads’, ‘Sweet Home Alabama’..”

“Yeah? How about ‘Mr. Blue Sky’, and ‘Road To Nowhere’?”

“Of course!” You were a little happier now, this interaction with him being far more positive than he had been so far, and you rolled your shoulders, forcing yourself to relax as he hummed under his breath. “Then, there were just some of my favourites thrown in, like ‘Brandy’ by ‘Looking Glass’, and the ones that are just typical summer songs. ‘Shotgun’ and ‘Budapest’ by George Ezra, obviously.”

“Obviously.” He mocked, and you couldn't contain your grin as you looked over at him, that being the first piece of sarcasm that hadn't been a somewhat cruel jab towards you.

“Then, there are some of those songs that you can’t help but tap your feet and sing along to. You have to have a couple.” He sighed, muttered a ‘suppose so’, but there was no heat behind it, and quiet took over you both once again, the next song seeming to click into place as a way to end the conversation, and you cleared your throat a little, refocusing on the road. Maybe four more songs, five if you’d stopped paying attention at any point, had passed by before he spoke again, and you waited patiently as he formed his words.

“So.. there’s a random place on the map in Georgia, where are we going tomorrow?”

“There’s this little town called ‘Covington’, and I want to check it out.” He made a vague sound of confirmation, before he was pulling out his phone from his pocket a little awkwardly, and tapping his fingers at the keyboard on the screen, seeming to focus on whatever he was seeing for a good few minutes.

“It looks kinda’ boring. It’s just a regular town, I don’t see the big deal.”

“What, so you’ve never seen The Vampire Diaries?” You gasped falsely, and he clicked off his phone, shuffling a little in his seat and shaking his head, a motion you caught out of the corner of your eye.

“The what?”

“Oh, you need to add it to your list. It’s one of my favourite shows, and this is where it was filmed!” You were filled with enthusiasm just at the idea of getting to talk about it, and he huffed out in amusement at the idea of it.

“Vampires in Georgia, I thought it was supposed to be Transylvania? Isn’t it a bit too sunny in Georgia.” You felt your mind a little blown at how much there was to unpack in such a simple sentence, giggling as you sifted through your thoughts.

“First of all, it’s filmed in Georgia, but based in Virginia. There’s a lot you don’t know about modern vampires.” You had a falsely judgmental tone at his words, feeling your chest warm at the chuckle you managed to elicit from him.

“You’d better fill me on all this vampire shit before we get there, then. You only have a few hours, better get to it.”

Seeing the town in all its glory was the kind of experience that never could have been described to you, and if it had been, it would be nowhere near enough to amount to the way you felt. You weren’t sure how many photos you’d taken, your phone spending the majority of its time on the camera as you took a range of selfies and photos of everything you were seeing. You saw everything you possibly could, leaving Mitch to sit with a coffee in the gardens for an hour as you took the ‘Vampire Stalkers’ tour, before you’d wandered around Covington Square and pointed out different landmarks to him.

He had even offered to take a picture of you in front of the clock tower, and while he wasn’t exactly the most enthusiastic photographer, you were grateful for the offer, because it had felt like an olive branch between you both. You had described scenes and painted pictures for hi as best you could, and despite knowing you were going a little overboard with your passion, he had glazed over a little, no longer responding but simply choosing to nod and hum occasionally, throwing in the kind of replies that were able to pass for any kind of agreement, and you had fizzled out soon after that.

Instead, you’d offered to show him the Mystic Grill, the restaurant catching his attention from the second food had been mentioned, and he perked up a little as he agreed. You took pictures in front of the signs, forcing him to get into a picture with you, and he scowled at the camera as you sat on either side of the neon sign, before getting yourselves inside and settled at a table.

It was exactly how you’d pictured it would be, rustic and peaceful, a country theme that seemed aged and well worn, but you adored it no matter what, and the menu only made you fall in love with the whole town a little more. By the time you’d made your way back to the car and found your next place to stop, changing into your pyjamas and taking turns to change for bed in privacy as the other watched the car, you had made a promise to yourself that you would be visiting again one day, no matter what.

You were settled in the back, and he was once again slouched in his passenger seat, but this time when you’d said goodnight, he made a tired sound of acknowledgement in response, instead of the usual icy silence, before rolling onto his other side and settling into his sleep.

Georgia marked a change in the dynamic between you both, nothing extreme, but the two of you had shifted from mildly irritated passengers to mere acquaintances, and the overwhelming feeling that you’d made a mistake by agreeing to take him on was washing away, to be replaced with indifferent emotions aimed to him, and hope for your journey. This trip meant the world yo you, and you couldn't deny that you’d struggled to fall asleep the last few nights as sadness and fear crept up on you that it was all going to be ruined if you couldn't enjoy a single moment of it without Mitch putting a negative fog down on every happy moment you had.

But, he was showing a change. He was trying, he was putting in the effort to at least not be the complete and utter twat you’d taken him for when you’d first met him, and the man who had done nothing but complain for two straight hours before you’d put him in his place was showing no signs of reemerging. As long as he kept his negativity and pessimism in check, then you could find it within yourself to simply enjoy your trip the way you would alone, as though his presence wasn’t going to be one to affect you, he was simply another presence on the road with you, like the SatNav or the music.

You spent a second day in Georgia, unable to have chosen between the Natural Science museum, the Aquarium, and the botanical gardens. It had been an earlier morning, and for the first time so far, you had woken up before Mitch had. He seemed equally as surprised, pleasantly enjoying the fact that for the first time in God knows how long that he’d slept in. No alarms, danger, or blaring horns for training. He didn’t have to be up to do sprints around the woods or an intensive workout that would leave his entire body screaming out in agony by the end of the day, only to have a full day forced upon him next time.

He voices such things to you in the streetside coffee and pastry shop that you’d stopped at for your brunch, after having a walk around the botanical gardens, something that had been more than soothing for the both of you.

The flowers, the sights, the ornate placements and decorations, with buzzing bees and butterflies, a beautiful eco-system that was preserved and protected within a society that often allowed nature to be turfed over for infrastructure, and it was one of the most beautiful sights that you had ever seen. You touched soft petals, and felt your face heat up when a butterfly had landed on your forehead, your eyes crossing as you tried to look at it and cheeks aching from your grin, and through every thought of his own, without being asked, Mitch had snapped a picture for you so that you could preserve the moment forever, and sent it to your phone only a second after it had flown away.

Filling up on warm pastries and taking a to-go cup of herbal iced tea with you as you chose to walk through the little town centre and window shop, before making your way to the aquarium, while he offered to take over on the driving from you, for the fair few hours drive down to one of the favourited sunny spots in Florida, before you had found the building, and all thoughts about anything other than seeing the pretty fish had slipped from the front of your mind. Only after the two of you had entered, paper band sealed around your wrists and told to follow the green arrows, did he divulge to you that he had never actually been to an aquarium before, a fact that made you positively outraged, in a way that made his lips flick up at the sides a little as he watched you dramatically mourn for his loss of fish observations.

You had taken your time, showing him everything and telling him just what you loved about the scenes, the way the lower tunnels lit up with blue as fish swam overhead, and the way the larger ones like stingrays and little sharks would come right up to the glass, getting you closer to the predators than you ever could be, and yet being entirely safe, as the rehabilitated animals continued with their life, enjoying the safety of their home. You allowed him to take pictures, and made him take one himself, standing with his hands shoved in his pockets as he stood in the middle of the tunnel that changed colours, the first one being his usual stoic and emotionless expression.

The second shot, though, was one that you sent to yourself just to be sure that it wouldn't be deleted from existence, because it was far too precious to lose. In the second, the tunnel was between blue and red, a deep purple shade with a pink edge was cast over the man, making shadows appear across his face, the look of awe standing out as he stared up, the largest shark they had swimming directly overhead in the picture as he stared up at it, and at that moment, there was nothing in his life, except the astonishment at the creature that had passed over him.

He thanked you when you handed him his phone back, nodding his thanks to you as he paused on the second, not bothering to spend too much time focusing it, but not deleting it either, closing his camera app and holding the phone tightly in his hand. He was more conversational for the rest of the trip, the photograph unlocking something within him, and he managed to ask you simple questions about why you liked museums so much, and if you liked zoos too, as well as reading the information plaques aloud each time you reached one. The night had rolled around sooner than you would have thought, and the two of you grabbed ice cream cones from a small cart nearby, eating them slowly as you walked towards the car.

“I always wanted to swim with dolphins, y’know.” He shrugged a little, taking a bite out of the mint ice cream on his cone, and you hummed as you licked at the simple chocolate one you had while considering your options.

“You’re only, like, twenty-five. You still have time to do cool things like swim with dolphins.”

He glanced over at you, pausing in his steps for a second, and for a moment, you thought he might open up, that he would reply to you, let you in a little bit so that you could try and find a way to help him heal, but he simply shrugged, and your hopes caved in on yourself, a little quiet falling between you both again as those walls that had been slowly crumbling down seemed to build back up to twice the height they had originally been, keeping you sealed out in the cold from ever getting know him. Once he had finished his ice cream, he was reaching around behind himself, rubbing at his lower back carefully, but his features never even changed, though it wasn’t the first time you’d picked up on it.

“What’s up with you? You’ve been messing with your back all day, trying to stretch all subtle-like.”

“Backache.” The word was grunted out, and you sighed a little at the cold tone he had resorted back to, feeling like for every step forward you took with him, you were taking three steps back.

“Well, for the past three nights you’ve been sleeping in a car seat. Why don’t you take it easy, lay down while I drive?” He shook his head as the two of you approached the vehicle, and you rounded to the driver’s side, leaning against the door and giving him a pointed look.

“I’m perfectly fine, I’ve dealt with worse pains before.”

“Yeah, but you don’t have to now.” It was a standoff between you both, and you reached out to place a hand on his arm, before deciding against his, swerving around him to tap on the tinted windows of the backseat. “Why don’t you lie down on the back, and I’ll drive. I’ll take it real slow, so you don’t get thrown about.”

“You’ll wake me up when we get there?”

“Yeah.” He hesitated at your assent for only a second, before he was dipping his head a little, and making his way around to the trunk of the car, allowing you to open it up with the car keys. Kicking off his shoes, he took them with him, his body flopping into the mound of cushions and pillows, and eyes already sliding shut the second he had, the door closing behind him as you got into the front. As promised, you drove slow, moving the pair of you down towards Florida, the night passing you by as you listened to your music so quietly that it wouldn't bother him, and in you slow pace, you were able to avoid disturbing him, the quiet tosses and turns he made causing you to glance back every so often.

Sometimes he was on the verge of being awake, blinking his eyes open a little in the darkness, to take in his surroundings, before adjusting his positions and laying back down. The darkness of the sky had been blossoming into pale pastel shades by the time you saw the entry signs for Orlando, and you could have cried with gratefulness as the journey came towards an end.

You were tired, having stopped once or twice to bolt into somewhere and grab a coffee, but you needed sleep, and as soon as the offer for such a thing had made itself known, you were more than happy to take it. The hotel felt like a godsend, the morning crawling on in as the sun rose up in early hours, the sun still a while off actually breaching the horizon, but the darkness of the sky was beginning to lighten at the horizon, and you were desperate to get some sleep.

You went to check in first, locking the car securely for the man, before registering a room with two beds for you both, opening the box atop the car to pull out your smaller bag, just enough clothes and provisions to get you through the morning until you were both awake again, before you were opening the back of the car once again. You weren’t sure how to wake him, perfectly aware of how jumpy he might be, and if he accidentally lashed out in shock, there would be a chance he wouldn't forgive himself for it, even if you told him it was okay.

Settling to place a hand on his ankle, you shook him gently, and while he awoke with a startled jump, he soon gathered where he was, letting out a little groan as he sat up, rubbing at his eyes tiredly, and shaking off his slumber.

“How long?”

“About seven hours.” His eyes widened a little as he looked at you, before shuffling forwards to swing his legs over the edge of the car, and he tied his shoes on a little as he took in the area around him. “I booked us in already, and got stuff, but I’m pretty tired, so I’m about ready to crash.”

He simply nodded, reaching out to take your bag from your shoulder and swinging it up onto his own, before grabbing the keys from your hand and locking up the car. The pair of you shuffled through the lobby, one groggy and one exhausted, before leaning against the walls of the elevator as you found your room. You simply dropped the bag on the floor, kicking off your shoes as he pulled the curtains closed, before sealing the door and crashing onto your separate beds.

It was a restless sleep, your mind not even dreaming as you refreshed yourself from the long day followed by a long drive, the time taking its toll on you, and you slept in later than breakfast and almost missed lunch, but you felt like a brand new person when you woke. You weren’t sore or achy, and the crabby mood you’d felt creeping up on yourself before the rest was washed away, and the excitement of knowing that you had the rest of today, plus at least two more days without any long drives was something you were more than excited for, and you stretched yourself out across the mattress, stretching out your limbs properly for what felt like the first time in years, before flopping back onto the bed with a cheerful smile.

The hours had ticked by, the sun rising high up in the sky and you were grateful for the thick curtains that were keeping out the rays out once the heat had begun to rise. It was hot, practically scorching, and you knew it would have woken you up - if not burned you - through the window had they been left open.

“Good afternoon.”

You jumped with a little squeal, completely forgetting where were and who with for one small and blissful moment, and you sat yourself up on the bed, embarrassment flushing you when snapped to sit up straight, and he snorted out a laugh that he muffled behind his hands when he watched you do so. His hair was still dripping wet, but he had changed his clothes, and the rest of your bags had been brought in from the car too. “Well, you’re in a good mood.”

“I slept well and went to the gym, of my own accord, with no interruptions. The last time that happened, I was a new college graduate.” His brightened expression faltered a little as he thought about the memories flashing behind his eyes, before he was stepping towards a covered dish on the counter. “I woke up a while ago, and I made it down in time for breakfast. I brought you some fruit and a croissant.”

“You’re like a whole new person today.”

He swallowed thickly, but quickly handed it over to you as you brushed messy bedhead hair away from your face and to take the dish from him, sitting cross-legged on the mattress as he settled on his own. “You did something nice for me, so I’m returning the favour.” You weren’t too sure how to reply, and you didn’t want him to ever feel obligated to you, but you did want him to be able to trust you with small and simple things, and so you were willing to let it slide, this time.

“I’m going to take it easy today, but you’re free to do whatever you want, take the car, or anything.” You waved a hand at him as you uncovered the bowl of freshly chopped fruit and a pastry, choosing to begin picking at the slices of apples and strawberries first.

“What are you going to do?”

“Oh, some laundry, I only brought a couple of weeks worth of clothes, so when we get somewhere with laundry rooms, I’m going to take advantage. Wash the bedsheets, too, keep everything fresh and cosy.” You bit into the flaky treat, catching the crumbs first before they fell away into the bedding. “I also want to take a nice bath. A hot bath. Washing up at rest stations hasn’t been all that amazing.”

He chuckled, nodding his head a little instead, and mumbling an agreement to you for your statement. “I’ll hang around and help out. It’ll be good to have a day without having to do anything, we can get on with things tomorrow.”

You studied him for a second, the look shared between you both sparking something that almost felt like an understanding, like a bond of something other than hostility or impassive civilship, before offering him a genuine smile. “Wanna’ take all the washing down, and then watch a movie later?”

“Can I pick the film?”

You scowled at his bargain, but nodded, and he wore a victorious look, and you finished up your food, the rumbling in your stomach settling down as you found yourself satisfied. He sat with you while you ate, and the silence wasn’t exactly easy going but it wasn’t the same tension that made you squirm in your seat as you thought of anything to just break the silence or get away from.

He helped you strip down the sheets in the car, and fill your bag, carrying everything into the hotel and setting it all off in the laundry. You plugged the portable charger in to spark back up, and you had your bath, spending a long time soaking in the hot water and letting your fears slip away.

It wasn’t exactly the beginning you had hoped for, or the trip you had dreamed of for so long in your mind, but this was different. You didn’t mind company, in fact, when you thought about it, it was probably nice that you weren’t going to spend so long alone, and getting to share the experience with anyone as you travelled around the country was better than being lonely, but every time Mitch shut you out and built his walls back up when they crumbled even the tiniest amount mad you feel colder and more isolated than if you’d never had a companion with you on the journey at all.

He was an enigma, sometimes he seemed almost like he was happy to be there, and other time, you and the trip seemed to be the bane of his existence, and you couldn't place exactly what it was you were doing that made him open up each time, or what it was you did that made him lock right back up tight.

By the time you’d snuggled down into the bedding, he’d managed to set up the TV and somehow found Netflix, logging himself in as he scrolled the options, a bag of popcorn out on his chest that you really weren’t sure where it was from, but he nodded his head in the direction of the fresh stack of laundry ready to be taken out to the car, and you found your own bag sitting on top. Leaning across to swipe it from where it was, you were quick to rip it open, the salty-sweet smell of freshly buttered popcorn drifting up into the air.

He had somehow managed to find ‘The Vampire Diaries’, a wicked glint in his eyes as he looked at you, lips twisted up in a smirk when he hit play, a blush flooding your cheeks as the opening scene came on, and as much as you adored the program, even you could admit that it was cheesy. You marathoned the episodes back to back, listening to his little commentary when he fell into his comfort zone a little more, and it wasn’t until late into the night that the two of you fell asleep, the ‘still watching?’ question still glaring on the screen when you stirred in the morning.

Your first full and energy-filled day in Orlando was bringing you a bouncy and peppy mood, that was surprisingly not shot down the second the man awoke, he simply groaned as he looked at you pulling open the curtains, before twisting to bury his head under his pillow and flipping you off.

“C’mon, Mitch, get up!” You sat on the edge of his bed, and he nudged his leg out in an attempt to push you from the mattress as he mumbled something indiscernible into the bedding. “I had an idea today for something that I think you’ll be into..”

Your voice was higher, almost singing the words out as you tried to tempt him, and he removed the pillow, huffing before turning to look at you, and while his face was entirely blank. You’d like to think you were able to understand the subtle twitches of his lips and eyebrows by now, and that he was a little less unreadable than he liked people to think, and so you were not perturbed by what may seem angry on the surface.

“I was thinking we could go to the Kennedy space centre for the day. It seems like something you’d want to do.” He sighed through his nose, but didn’t take his gaze away from your own, and you smiled a little, shuffling up the edge of the bed a little closer to him when he sat up in his pillows, wiping at his face and blinking into the morning light, yet to speak. “Was I right?”

He looked away, rolling his eyes a little, but a small smile twisted on his lips instead of the frown you’d been expected. “Yes.”

“Ha! I feel successful!” He snorted at your statement, using his knee to push you off the edge of the bed so that he could stand up, walking straight past you and into the bathroom, the door slamming shut before you had time to start telling him about all the cool things you’d read about online, but you didn’t care, because the two of you were already off to a good start, and you were determined to keep that same vibe going for the rest of the day.

Turned out he was taking a shower, a fact you discovered after lingering around for a good five minutes before he returned, and instead, you busied yourself with getting ready, the warmer weather of being sown somewhere with warmer temperatures, and you settled on wearing a lighter sundress, standing in front of the mirror in the room to braid your air when he finally emerged again. He had shaved, neatening up the messy scruff that had begun to grow out on his chin until it was in a more tidy scattering of hair along his jaw. One hand held the towel that was wrapped around his waist while the other grabbed at a pile of clothes, and you pointedly avoided looking at him in the reflection of the mirror as you focused on the movements of your fingers.

When he came back out, a black t-shirt that only reached halfway down his biceps, and sticking to him with bits of water, and a pair of blue jean shorts on his legs that brushed just above his knees, a jacket hanging over his arm for later in the night.

“Wow, you actually look like you’re on holiday, first time yet.” He rolled his eyes, dropping his head a little and running the towel over his head until it was merely damp instead of dripping wet. When he stood back up, strands were spiking up in random directions, the look of it making you laugh at the thought of it drying that way, and you tried to hide the noise, but he raised his brows at your snigger anyway. “Your hair is sticking up in all random directions.”

“Doesn’t matter, nobody cares, anyway.”

“Yeah, at the farm, maybe!” You stepped towards him, swinging your own plaited hair over your shoulder and out of your way. “When you’re all sweaty and covered in dirt after ten minutes, but you’re on your own time now. What if you want to take a picture and you look like you’ve been electrocuted?”

He simply sighed, but you could sense the amusement that washed over him as he caved, running a palm along the top of his head to try and push it flat, making it look like it had been badly gelled, and you placed your hands on your hips, biting on your lower lip to avoid the cringe you wanted to make at the sight.

“Can I just-” You took a little step forwards, and he hesitated, brows pulling together a little, and shoulders tensing up, but he gave you a single stiff nod and allowed you to enter his personal space. Reaching up a hand, you tried to style the slightly wet strands a little bit, quiffing them up just enough to look good while taming all the strays, and when you were appeased, you pulled your fingers away, humming to yourself with pride.

“Are you satisfied now?”

“Yes. Yes, I am.” You stepped away from him, moving across the room to grab your purse, and he was holding the door open by the time you were ready to go.

“I’ll drive. I’m feeling a lot better.” You fished through your bag for the keys, dropping them in his hand as you both reached the elevator, and in return, he handed you the room key to seal away in your bag.

“You think they have those big floppy hats anywhere? I want one.”

“What are you talking about?” He pushed the lobby button, leaning against the wall and pushing his hands into his pockets, before fixing you with a quizzical look when you turned to face him.

“You know, those big sun hats. That celebrities where so they don’t get recognised.”

He shook his head, fixing you with a heatless glare as he pursed his lips. “If you buy and wear one of those hats, I will go home and face your uncle’s wrath of my own accord. I am not being seen with you in one of those.” You gaped at him, before letting your chuckle best through, and he had the decency to grin a little to himself at his own jab.

“They’re stylish!”

“They’re hideous is what they are.”

He mumbled his response as the door dinged open, rebuking your insistence on the ‘staple fashion’ item as the bickering continued on, all the way through the parking lot until you reached the vehicle, and he held the door open for you as you climbed in, slamming it shut on your argument that if it was good enough for Sarah Jessica Parker in ‘Sex and the City’, then it was good enough for you. Unfortunately, he wasn’t having any of it, ignoring you with a smirk as he started up the car, and cranking the music up so loud you winced, just to drown you out.

You took the hint, choosing to change the topic, hoping to keep him engaged in what was by far the longest conversation the two of you had participated in, in which he was actively talking with you in return. All of your conversations before this day had been mostly you talking to him, spilling every thought that passed over your mind just to stop the awkwardness from creeping back in, but today, he was chatting back. Whether it was playful arguments, subtle insults with no hostility behind them, or even just chit chat, he was taking an interest, and then, it felt like the two of you might be able to enjoy your trip, if it was anything like this.

From the second you had pulled up, he had been just as gentlemanly, and you swore you saw a flash of excitement pass over his eyes as the two of you bought your tickets, the key to unlocking him a little bit and tempting him out to being less than just a robot for the CIA may lie in his hobbies and interests, should you somehow be able to coerce him into acknowledging that he has some.

Your first stop had been to plan your visit, the two of you leaning over the touch screens as you read about each attraction, checking out a site map and trying to choose your way around. You had signed up for a bus tour, one that still had two hours until your allotted space, and so you busied yourself with the ‘Heroes and Legends’ exhibit, and the ‘Race to the Moon - Apollo Centre’, he had actually looked happy, willingly allowing you to take pictures for him in front of various things, and even standing beside you in a few as you forced him to take pictures with you when you found a good shot in front of the fountains and the rockets.

Sending them both off to your uncle as proof that you hadn't dropped him off at a bus station and fled, he soon replied, asking if you were sure that was really Mitch, or whether you’d just grabbed another shaggy and mood stray man along the road by mistake. He had let out a full-bellied laugh at the comment when you’d shown it to him, before tucking your phone back into your pocket.

The whole day seemed to fly by too fast, the bus tour crowding the two of you in, but neither of you had to drive so you were more than happy, and you had wrestled yourselves to the seats at the back, each of you by a window for maximum enjoyment of the experience, before you’d finished the day by reading everything you could, and exploring every miniature exhibit in the ‘Now and Next’ section, being completely awestruck by words you didn’t understand.

By the time you left, you both had a NASA themed jumper, as well as a shirt to send home for Stan, and a sticker decal to put onto your laptop, your purchases happily swinging by your side in a paper bag with the logo printed across the front as you made your way back to the hotel room.

The temperature had dropped a little, and you were in half a mind to get your jumper out and put it on, but you wanted to wash it first, unsure of how many people had already touched it before buying it. Your conundrum was brought to an end when warm fabric was draped over your shoulders anyway, his fingers brushing yours as he reached down to take the bag from your hold so that you could push your hands through the jacket he had given you.

His other hand was tucked in his pocket, eyes fixed ahead of himself as you walked the distance back to your car, but you nudged him with your elbow a little once it was wrapped around you and you were warm, giving him your friendliest and gentlest smile a little when he was forced to turn his sights on you.

“I think there might yet be hope for us to be friends, Rapp.”

“Lucky me.” He muttered, tone dripping with sarcasm, but he lifted his elbow from where it was folded against his body, allowing you to loop your own arm through his and move a little closer to him as you fell into step beside one another.

It was on your final day in Florida that everything seemed to go wrong, blowing up in your face for reasons that you didn’t even understand.

You were red in the face and entirely exasperated as the two of you stood in the carpark, your hands on your hips and his arms folded over his chest as you stared one another down. The air between you both was all but crackling with rage and unresolved anger, and you weren’t even sure where it was all coming from.

You didn’t exactly have the whole day, already having repacked the car and sorted out the sleeping zone in the back, just trying to decide what to do with the small handful of hours that you had to fill while it was too hot to begin a seven and a half-hour drive to Alabama for your next pitstop. He had no ideas what he wanted to do, absolutely none, saying he was just happy to do whatever, and so you’d suggested taking a trip to Daytona Beach, which seemed to be where his issue had started. Somehow, the simple suggestions had deteriorated into a row, people staring at you both as they walked past to get to their cars.

“We’re not going to the fucking beach!”

He was all but seething, and you wanted to stomp your foot like a petulant child in your frustration, but resisted the urge. “You’re not in charge here!”

“I don’t care, I’ve done all the stupid shit you wanted to do every other day!” You felt a little wounded at the insinuation, and you were sure that the hurt had flicked over your face because he seemed to flinch back a little bit at your change, before you stepped back, swallowing thickly and pressing the keys into his hand. He looked between the metal bundle in his palm and you, silence taking up between you both where raised voices had been only seconds before.

“Fine, you don’t have to go to the beach, but I am. Just drop me off and then go and do whatever you want to do for the day, and come back for me a few hours later.”

He gave you a look that made you want to scream, bursting out with rage, but you bit your tongue and resisted the urge. “What, do you expect me to just drop you off at a random beach and leave you there all day? Alone, when anything could happen?”

“Oh, relax. I won’t let Stan have your head if anything happens, you won’t get the blame for my mess.” It was his time to look a little hurt as you spat the words at him, before pulling open the passenger seat door, hopping up yourself and peering back at him. “Just take me to the beach, Mitch, I’ll be fine.”

He groaned, stomping around to his side of the car and making sure to slam the door extra-aggressively as he got in. This time when he turned the music up, it was to purposefully ensure neither of you would speak, and you fished through your bag to check that you had anything in order to busy yourself from the ruined atmosphere between you both. What had been so positive only a day ago felt like it had been shredded and burnt, and the everlasting anger that cooked you from within felt like it had been extinguished, only to come back as a raging inferno today.

When you finally saw the palm trees melt away into white sand and blue sea, you felt your nerves ease a little, relaxing into the car seat as he pulled up he car, fingers clenching the steering wheel, and you opened the door, hopping out and releasing a happy sigh at the smell of salt, fried food, and the sound of waves lapping at the shore.

“Are you really doing this?”

“Yep. You can just pick me up in a few hours. Call me when you’re back at this spot, and I’ll come and meet you.” With that, you slammed the door on him, not looking back as you began your journey down toward one of the little beach huts and stalls to find a bathroom to change in, and somewhere to buy an ice cream. It took a minute before you heard the car pull away, and you were certain he’d spent that time cursing you out and muttering insults about you that only he could hear, but you didn't care, because you wanted to sunbathe, and so you were damn well going to.

With an ice pop in one hand, and your bag in the other, you wandered across the sand barefoot, shoes in your bag with your clothes and towel tucked under your arm, freshly shining with suncream and a swimsuit clad on your body as you wiggled your toes in the soft grains and searched for somewhere to set yourself up. A couple of stray beach umbrellas were still free, and so you were more than happy to claim one of them, making your way over as you wicked at the drips of juice escaping from the frozen treat, and dumping your things down into the sand gleefully.

Rolling out your towel under the shade, you straightened it out before turning and sitting down on it as you finished up the lolly in your hand and sealed the wooden stick into the front pouch of your bag to dispose of later. You replaced it with your sunglasses and your phone, sitting comfortably on the cotton and looking out around yourself at the people surrounding you, and snapping some photos of the beautiful sight that you could print off and frame when you eventually got home.

The flapping of another towel, spraying a little sand up onto your legs beside you made you turn to look, a pair of legs in your view as somebody came to sit beside you, and you squinted at the owner of said appendages as they sat down beside you. Your eyes widened a little bit as a recognisable mop of hair came into sight, and you pushed your glasses up onto the top of the head as he sat down, tugging his shirt up and over his head to discard of it to sit with the rest of his things, a pair of swimming trunks he absolutely wasn’t wearing before on his legs, and they seemed somewhat familiar to you.

“Did you just buy those?”

You reached out to poke at his thigh, the silky blue material shifting under your touch, and he granted at the feeling. “I didn’t own any.”

You merely nodded, waiting for him to expand, but he didn’t and so you placed your glasses back on and settled down onto your back, feeling a little better at not being alone, even if his mood was sour, but it wasn’t going to affect your experience, not even a little bit. “So, what are you doing here?”

“I couldn't just leave you at the beach alone. It’s not safe.”

You turned your head to look at him, finding his legs stretched out before him, hands resting behind his body to support himself, and staring out with a distant look on his face as he watched the waves meet the shore, coming in all the way from the horizon. Something about the rasp in his voice and the tuned out look on his face made you feel a little guilty, and you popped yourself up on your elbows. “It’s just a beach, Mitch, I’ll be totally fine.”

“Yeah, well, the last time I was at a beach I got shot.” The realisation of his hatred of the location made a chilling coldness shoot along your body, from the top of your head to the tips of your toes, but he shrugged, giving you a glance out of the side of your eyes. “But, you want to go to the beach, and I don’t want to leave you, so we’re at the beach.”

You swallowed thickly, looking at him for a second, and watching as he took a deep and steadying breath. Sitting up a little more, you moved around the pole of the umbrella, perching yourself half on his towel and half in the sand, your thigh pressing to his as you seated yourself next to him. “Thank you.”

You whispered the words, but he turned to look at you, giving you a nod of the head as he watched you, whiskey brown eyes staring into your own as the tension between you both melted away. Rather than pushing your body away from his own, he shifted his arm to rest behind you back for support, before snapping his attention over to his bag. “I brought you something.”

“Yeah?”

“To say sorry for shouting at you. I’m not great at apologies, but I figured it would do the trick.” He produced a slightly crumpled but still pretty woven hat from his bag, and you laughed loudly at the sight as he reached up to push it down onto your head, the rim brushing his hair when you both settled back to look out at the ocean. The floppy hat on your head made you heart race the gesture making you warm up from the inside out. “I’m not going in the ocean.”

“That’s okay, you can stay with the stuff when I swim later.” He hummed under his breath, but twitched a little at the idea, and you pulled your legs up to your chest, reaching back across for your phone. “I’ll stay where you can see me, so you know nothing’s wrong.”

“Thank you.” You barely caught his response, and you weren’t sure what he was thanking you for; whether it was the simple act, the acknowledgement of his trauma, your forgiveness for his behaviour, or perhaps all three, but you just gave him a smile in response, the two of you finding a harmony one again as the waters of you friendship settled back out from the pebbles you’d thrown only a couple of hours prior.

He never moved from the towel, but he did watch you swim in the ocean, and he took pictures with you, and he looked after your stuff. He reminded you to reapply your sunscreen, and he laughed and joked with you after the two of you had moved on from the weight of your makeup conversation, and you decided that today had been even better than yesterday, because while you thought you’d been knocked down and your almost-friendship had ended, he had helped you up and confirmed that there was definitely hope between the two of you, there was a friendship forming.

After you had finished on the beach, you used one of the outdoor showers to wash yourself off of sand and salt, dipping back into a stall to change back into a simple sundress, treasuring the new hat on top of your head as he watched you, before you’d set off on enjoying the falling temperature before setting off on your journey. You had hotdogs for lunch, and walked along the pier, and even stopped in at some of the little gift shops, your arm linked with his as you went along, before finally getting to the car as the sun began to lower on the horizon, and the cool breeze was enough to make you shiver, the car no longer feeling like you were sitting inside an oven when you got in, but instead being a comfortable warmth to travel during the night in.

You weren’t too sure when it had happened, but you were certain that you had fallen asleep sometime after passing the signs for splitting off for ‘Lake City’, and you had woken up with a blanket tucked over your body that you were certain hadn't been there before. You stirred a little bit, a whine escaping you before you could stop it as you felt your muscles stretching and joints popping a little.

Mitch turned to look at you, his face neutral, a pleasant change to the scowl you were used to seeing, and the simple change had smoothed out the creases along the sides of his mouth, or the wrinkles on his forehead from the constant look of anger and irritation he had when he was at the farm with your uncle, and your hand itched with the urge to reach up and brush a finger over the place where the lines had once been.

“Sleep well?”

“I did, actually.” You snuggled down into the blanket a little more, muffling your yawn as you tried to shake yourself awake, despite the darkness still occupying the sky. “How long was I out? Do you want me to take over?”

“About four hours, there’s not long to go now. I was going to wake you soon anyway, I wanted to stop off for some coffee, and there’s a place up ahead. Is that okay?” You simply nodded in reply, and he returned it with a curt gesture of his own, before looking back to the open road, and reading at the signs that flashed by. You were more than happy to adjust into your morning, finding yourself taking a little longer to wake up than usual, because for the first time on this whole trip, you had felt truly comfortable in the presence of the man beside you.

No anxiety or anger was taking over, you were pushing down frustrations at his attitude and biting your tongue to stop from lashing out, but you were instead relaxed and happy, eyes fluttering a little as you tried to keep yourself away, rubbing at your eyes and sitting up a little straighter as the car began to slow down, pulling off onto a side-lane as the neon lights of a diner and truckstop just behind the trees made its presence well known to anyone travelling on the highway.

Finding a parking space was easy, one a decent distance away from everyone else, the car safe at the back as you hopped out, and you were begrudging to shed the blanket from your shoulder as the cooler air swept over you, arms wrapping around yourself instead. It wasn’t actually all that cold, but going from the coziness of sleep haze and blanket wrapped tenderness, to standing on your feet when you’re barely stable in the middle of a truck stop car park was a different story.

“Cold?”

The car flashed as it locked beside you, and you nodded a little, but forced yourself to peel your arms down from being wrapped around your body to sit at your sides. “I’ll be fine once we get inside, I was all snuggly under my blanket. Thanks for that, by the way.”

He offered you a flick of his lips in return, patting his pockets for his wallet and finding it in the front pocket of his hoodie, adding the car keys to it, before making his way over to you. Slinging an arm over your shoulders, you were curled in a little closer to his body, as he guided you across the lot, eyes peering around suspiciously as he took in everyone and everything he saw, from the placement of the car to the smokers standing outside and blowing clouds of smoke up into the air, his CIA training never letting up as he instinctively observed and memorised the area as best he could.

You were correct, the second you got inside the doors of the diner, warm air washed over you, and you let out a hum of contentment at the feeling, his arm dropping from around you as the two of you found a booth, settling in on opposite sides of it. You had a large mug of black coffee in your hands only minutes later, a large order of a breakfast meal at the all-hours kitchen felt like a god-send, and you blew the steam from the top of your mug as you watched Mitch stir creamer into his mug.

“So, can I ask a question?”

“I would love it if you did.” He rose a curious eyebrow at you, and you rose a single shoulder in a slightly embarrassed shrug, before taking a sip of the warm drink and letting out an inaudible moan into the drink, already feeling rejuvenated just from the first taste. “You don’t talk to me much, it would be nice to become more like friends on this trip instead of strangers.”

He ducked his head a little, and you worried you’d crossed a line, but when he looked up, he almost looked happy, and you brightened up yourself just at the sight. A smile from Mitch Rapp felt rare, but you were receiving one right now, and you were basking in the glory of it. “It’s been a while since I’ve had a friend. I’d really like that.”

“So, what was your question?”

“I wanted to know what the fuck we’re doing in Alabama.” His words were blunt, and you couldn't help the sharp laugh that left you, his eyes twinkling at the sight, before he was chugging almost half of the contents of his mug in one.

“It’s more of a stop off, really, to stretch our legs. Otherwise it was, like, a ten-hour drive, and I tried to split up most of the long drives as much as I could.” You shrugged, swilling your drink a little before taking another long sip of it. “I found this store that sells lost luggage, and you never know what kind of cool things we could find there. It’s like thrift shopping but even more obscure shit than thrift shops have.”

“Sounds fun.”

“We can get back on the road by later this evening, but I was also thinking we could stop somewhere and get a drink if we have time. There’s a bar that’s called ‘Rattlesnake Saloon’, I think, and it seemed fun. It’s only like a four-hour drive from where we’ll be down to New Orleans, so we can get it all done by the end of today.”

He agreed silently, and you took that as your queue to stop your internal monologue, the progress the two of you were making was too much to risk him backing out of if you overwhelmed him by talking non-stop just to fill the silence, but it seemed that he had different ideas; “How do I not know about you? I’ve been around for years, now.”

“I don’t come around so much. Uncle Stan comes to see me every Sunday for dinner, he updates me on everything, he just doesn’t like me hanging around over on your side, because if he’s off with trainees, he doesn’t really trust them not to get distracted.” It was a vague answer, but Mitch nodded like he understood, and made sure that he caught your eye as he tried to find his next words.

“For the record, if you did ever want to come around, I would like to see you.” He offered a smile, and you grinned into your mug, thanking the waitress as she placed down the meals before you both, cutlery soon following it, and your stomach rumbled slightly as the smell of the delicious plateful reached your senses. “So, when you say he updates you on everything, what kind of things do you know?”

“Oh, do you mean about the CIA black ops divisions, the Orion team specifically, or are you asking what I know about you?” His eyes widened a little, before he let out a deep breath, nodding his head with a small laugh that was masked by his sigh. “You’re surprised.”

“No, I’m relieved. I didn’t want to have to hide anything from you.”

You weren’t too sure how to reply, so instead you busied yourself with your hashbrown, the two of you falling into casual conversation between bites of food as you ate, opting to change the conversation to something a little more lighthearted, you were the main focus of the conversation, no matter how much you tried, you didn’t get through to him, he didn’t share much about his past, the things you didn’t know, but that was okay, because he was asking about you, and at least putting the effort in to get to know you. Another two cups of coffee were in your system before the sun was beginning to make its presence known, and the two of you decided that the rest of the journey was due to be completed. You took on the drive this time, and while you had insisted that it was okay for him to sleep, he opted against it, snoozing a little bit keeping up the conversation.

It seemed that the heavier weights of conversation had come crashing back over you both once you were back on the roads, dust kicking up behind you both as you continued on your adventure. The lost luggage shop was fun, the two of you seeming to shift through everything in that store, the hours passing far more quickly than you could control. You left with a pair of wireless and soundproof headphones, and a purple plaid jacket that Mitch said made you look like a lumberjack, and if it was three sizes too big and super baggy? Well, that was just even better.

He himself left with a new sports watch, his last having bee smashed by a recruit during a fight, and a pair of sunglasses with blue-tinted lenses that made him look like he was something from an intense spy film, the scowl and his body language only adding to it, and you couldn't help the picture you took as he did, showing it to him, and he’d quickly agreed with you.

As it turned out, despite how long you’d spent in the little store, you did have time for one drink at the bar you’d found, taking pictures of everything from the drinks to the cowboy style to the creative cliff top overhead, staring up at it in awe as you watched the nature from above grow over the top. You grabbed a quick bite to eat, to soak up any excess alcohol, before the two of you were on the road once again, with you excitedly singing along to the music as you drove, and Mitch poking fun at your driving, the light-hearted humour carrying you all the way along on the shorter drive towards Louisiana.

It was the asscrack of dawn by the time the two of you arrived in New Orleans, having swapped over on the driving a good two or three times, despite the tiny drive that it was in actuality, but you’d stopped a couple of times along the way at several little gift shops, and once to take a walk along the edge of a sweet little lake just outside of New Orleans, Lake Pontchartrain, the two of you watching as the sun came up over the water glittering across the slightly rippled surface, and you had found yourself once again tucked under the man’s arm, this tom daring to loop your own around his waist as you walked, and when you stopped, only detaching when you got back to the car for the final piece of the journey.

You had to admit, it was nice for you too, to be able to make a friend that understood everything about your life. A friend who understood that sometimes you would temporarily drop off the radar, and why you lived in the middle of nowhere, and why social media wasn’t exactly a big thing for you. It was nice to feel understood, and helping Mitch rediscover who he was was without the pain and suffering of his past and his job, was helping you to discover who you really were, and helping you work through some of your own issues.

You’d always been the most important thing in your uncle’s life and so he’d done his best at any given time to make sure you got everything out of life, but being so closed off from the world had made it difficult for you to get to know the social nuances of other people, and so you and Mitch were a learning experience for one another at the same time.

Your hotel was on Bourbon Street, because as you had so eloquently pointed out mid-yawn when he’d asked you ‘if you were serious’, you had confirmed that yes, you were very serious, because there was no what that you were going to come to New Orleans and not stay on Bourbon Street. You checked in and found your two beds, barrel even remembering to pull the curtains closed as you both made it through your nighttime routines, scrubbing at your teeth with minty toothpaste and changing into pyjamas, before crashing on your beds without another word other than some mumbled goodnights.

It was your alarm clock that woke both of you up, a shrill ringing that you’d forgotten you’d set and hadn't turned down, wanting to get up and have a shower before you got on with your day, and the sleepy man had glared at you from his bed, rolling over and face the wall as you snickered behind your hand. Sweet-scented shampoo and a very bubbly soap had refreshed you entirely, snapping you into your morning and giving you the wakeup call you had so desperately desired.

He was still in bed when you emerged, your clothes already on and simple skincare for the day completed, and your hair was still damp, but you weren’t willing to let the day slip away. “Mitch, get up!”

“No.” You barely heard him, before he was pulling the covers up and over his head as you yanked open the curtains, and he groaned out at the motion. You made your way over, standing on the edge of his bed and kicking at his legs from above, to which he promptly kicked back. “Go away, I thought this was supposed to be holiday hours.”

“It is a holiday! But I only have this room for two more nights, which means we only have three days in New Orleans, and I want to get some of the signature pastries from Café Du Monde before they sell out of the freshest batch!” You teased, and his messy bedhead poked up above the blankets.

“Pastries?”

“Freshly baked beignets.” You said, a sing-songy tone to your voice, and he sat up a little further, noticing that you’d caught his attention. “Little fried fritters, in powdered sugar. You can get coffee too, and fruits.”

He stared at you for a long minute, before seeming to crack, and he shook his head. “Fine, let me shower first, and I want a lie in tomorrow.”

“Deal!”

You watched him go, the bathroom door slamming at the water started up, and it took him about as long in the shower as it id for you to dry your hair, and the second he’d pulled on a change of clothes and prepared himself alongside you, he ruffled his hair dry on a towel, tipping it towards you for you to sort the strands, and he gave you a false glare for the giggle you let out at the action. Sifting your finger through his hair, you flattened them down into a reasonably decent smile, but not without making a comment about how he needed a haircut, to which he promptly shut down as he pushed you a little out of the way and headed to the door.

It was a short walk to the café, a warm breeze washing over your legs, even though it had barely reached midday yet, and as promised, you had been served the freshest of the pastries that the two of you could get, Two portions between you both, and several cups of coffee, you also split a fruit bowl, nibbling on the juicy treats as you chatted. You bought a box of the coffee to send to your uncle, taking it home forever as you collected it up, as well as a couple of the mugs that caught your eye, and Mitch had even purchased one for himself, brushing his finger over the lettering and the logo on the front as he purchased his first real souvenir of the trip.

Your next stop was the post office, the man shooting you a quizzical look as you went, browsing through boxes and shipping labels, before gathering up all the supplies that you needed.

“I figured we could box up and mail all out souvenirs and purchases back to my Uncle, and he can collect them up and keep them safe, so that they don’t all get lost or damaged in the car, and we don’t get overwhelmed.”

“If I send something back to be kept safe, your uncle will give it to the recruits to play soccer with before we get back.” He teased helping you carry all of the shipping items you’d purchased out of the door and back onto the street, the sun now shining down warm and clear from above.

“Send it all in my name. If we box it all up together, it gives me an excuse to see you once all this is finished, when we get home.” You spoke the words earnestly as you made your way back to the hotel, to spend the better part of a few hours wrapping, labelling and shipping it all, and he turned to look at you, face a little unreadable.

“You don’t need an excuse.” You were a little frozen once again, the lines between comradery and friendship between you both becoming blurred, but you still weren’t sure where you lay with it, and then his face split into a teasing look. “Unless I’m sick of you by then. I may have to hide when I hear you’re coming over.”

“Oh, shut it.” You jabbed your elbow at his side, his training making it easy for him to duck and swerve out of the way in time, which only resulted in a large grin taking place on his face. “By the end of all this, you’re going to be missing me like crazy. You’ll be calling and begging me to come and hang out with you.”

“Sure thing.”

You had just about made it in time for the post office, the woman a little perturbed at not being able to close up fifteen minutes early, but you’d left a healthy tip in the labelled jar beside the counter for her, knowing that the number of boxes labelled ‘delicate’ to all be shipped a good few states over was a hassle for her, but she completed it without complaint, and you couldn't have been more grateful.

It felt like a task taken off of your plate, leaving you both with a worry and stress-free evening to spend in New Orleans, quickly settling on getting the full experience, and going for a few drinks at a jazz and blues bar. Neither of you had to drive, and so you were able to indulge in a few more drinks than you had so far, your hotel only a short walk from the bar you’d chosen.

Bourbon Street by night was alive with energy, buzzing with excitement and thrill, and you could feel the atmosphere lifting you up onto their level, the idea of people getting to live here and experience it everyday making you prickle with a little jealousy, but you knew it was only as special to you now because you’d never experienced it before, that it was a rarity and something to be treasured, not envied.

The buildings were a mix of modern and ancient, still holding their beautiful French architectural designs with the balconies and the stylings of their decorations, but being lit up with neon signs that gave the entire road an ethereal kind of colourful glow. You felt pulled in every direction, not wanting to miss a single thing, and the pictures you took with the bright backdrop had been breathtaking. Blues and pinks and yellows, all glittering from signs above and around you, the kind of vibe that felt surreal while you experienced it, and made you wonder whether it was all just a dream when you thought about it later that night, laying in bed as your heart still raced.

New Orleans was beautiful, and your second day had only been more fun.

“I have a plan, Mitch!”

“You promised me a lie in!” He growled, and you took a seat on the floor beside his bed, placing your arms across the mattress and balancing your chin atop them, waiting for him to surface from the disturbance of the covers when you did so, a small giggle on your lips when you felt him shuffle, before glaring at you when his eyes finally met your own.

“I did give you a lie-in! It’s midday!”

He huffed, reaching out for his phone on the nightstand and almost smacking you in the head with it when he reached back, barely being able to duck in time, and from the look on his face, you couldn’t decide whether or not he'd done it on purpose. As though he hadn't believed you, his eyes widened as he checked the time to see that you weren’t lying to him, a few minutes fast twelve, officially making it the afternoon, and he groaned under his breath, running a hand over his face.

“Do you want to sleep longer?”

He gave you a pointed look, as though to say ‘duh’ without actually speaking the words, and you offered him a small smile, ducking your head again when he shifted to put his phone back down, placing his head on his pillow and closing his eyes once again, shutting you out in silence. “Give me, like, another hour and a half.”

“That’s cool, I’ll come back and get you later, we can go for dinner!”

You shuffled away from the bed, backing away across the floor as you took your hands from the mattress, standing up again and brushing off your pants of the dust and dirt it had collected when you’d sat down. A hand locked around your wrist, honey-brown eyes peering up at you, narrowed and curious. “Where are you going?”

“I want to go and check out all the places they filmed any and all scenes that had a Mikaelson in.”

“Another TV show tour?” He mumbled, letting out a low breath as you nodded at him excitedly.

“I would almost be surprised that you hadn't seen ���The Originals’, but you haven’t watched ‘The Vampire Diaries’ either, so I’ll let you off.” You teased, and he rolled his eyes, hugging his pillow a little closer to his chest, his cheek pressed into it.

“Vampires aren’t my thing. Plots always suck.”

“Woman don’t watch the shows for the pl-” You paused, looking at the cheeky flick of his lips as you gasped. “Did you just make a vampire pun?”

“Yep.”

“It’s like I’m meeting a whole new person.” His eyelids shifted a little, and you could’ve sworn he’d actually rolled his eyes at you with his eyes closed, which isn’t something you would have put past him.

“Give me another half an hour, then, and I’ll come with you.” He sighed, turning away from you and waving a hand at the curtains you’d opened as his face scrunched up, and you closed them once again, the fabric barely doing anything to hide the light in the room that was coming from the bright sun sitting high in the sky.

“You don’t have to.”

“Yeah, but I want to.” He mumbled, and you nodded your head, taking a seat beside his legs on the end of his bed when he shifted them to the side and dragged the covers out of the way, letting you sit and wait for him as he snoozed a while longer, and you took the time to go through the list of places you wanted to visit. While you were well aware that not all of the filming was actually done in New Orleans, there were definitely a handful of places that you could see, and you were all but exploding with anticipation at the chance to do so. “What are we doing tomorrow?”

He sounded like he was barely present for the question, somewhere between this land and a dreamscape, but you turned to look at him anyway, despite knowing he wouldn't be looking back. “No plan, just figured we could go with the flow, or whatever.”

“We could go check out the ‘LaLaurie Mansion’, could be fun.” You gasped, staring at him in pure shock, and he cracked a smile at your reaction, stretching a little as he rolled over. “What, you’ve never seen American Horror Story?”

He was using your own words against you, pushing himself up to sit as he blinked into the light a little, and you shook your head to clear it, before grinning at him with a smile you didn’t even want to prevent. “Looks like you do know how to have fun, after all.”

He stuck his tongue out at you childishly, retracted his leg up the bad and you weren’t quick enough to move, being sent into a pile on the floor with a yelp as you were removed from the mattress, and he hummed in victory as you lay on the ground. He stepped over you a second later, looking at you on the floor with a smirk before swiping up some clothes and his toothbrush from the bag of his toiletries on the side, and switching on the cold tap to splash some water on his face.

You were practically pulling him out of the room ten minutes later, knowing that he was purposefully dragging out everything he did, changing his shirt three times just to make you wait, and with both hands on his forearm you’d dragged him all the way to the main door of the building before releasing him when he finally stopped dragging his feet and digging his heels in, laughing at your eager desperation to get on with the day as it approached one o’clock, and you still had things to do.

Tucking yourself under his arm to keep out of the way of others on the busy street, he adjusted you a little, his hand hanging over your shoulder as you pulled up the map on your phone for you both to see, covering your own eyes, as the sunglasses he’d purchased from the luggage shop in Alabama sat on his face.

“Thanks to someone changing his outfit like a diva, we lost a whole bunch of time.” You mumbled, his laugh rumbling up beside you.

“Fifteen minutes.”

“A whole bunch of time.” You nudged him in the side with your elbow, feeling him raise his hand from your shoulder temporarily to flick your ear, and you rubbed at it absentmindedly while looking at the directions on your phone. “Figured we could walk from here to the Lafayette Cemetery, it’s only an hour's walk, but our tour isn’t until five tonight, so we can take our time and check out other stuff while we go.”

“We’re taking a tour of a cemetery?”

“Yep!” He gave you a look like you were far too cheerful about the prospect of walking around a graveyard for a while, but you purposefully ignored looking at him. “First up, St. Louis Cathedral.”

You took photos in front of the beautiful building, the sun lighting up the exterior until it almost looked as though it was glowing, and it all seemed all the more natural that it did, a blessed appearance taking over your photos. You explored that end of the French Quarter in detail; visiting a Voodoo shop, even backtracking far enough to go to ‘Boutique Du Vampyre’, taking your time going around the store, checking out everything within the colourful and quaint little gift shop, the crowded building feeling out of place in the elegant and organised streets, like you’d stepped into an entirely new place when you’d walked through the door.

You listened to music and dropped change in the cases, cups and hates of almost every street performer you came across, and tried snacks from every street vendor you reached, sharing out the treats between you both as you made your way along, stopping at any and everything that caught either of your attention. You ended up with more photos than you’d expected, leaving you with a rapidly filling camera roll, hours worth of work when you finally got home and were able to sort through them all, printing off your favourites to build into a large photo album, ensuring that you’d never forget even a single moment of the trip.

After your tour of the cemetery, learning more than you thought there was a history to be had, and getting a chilling vibe all the way through, the two of you had settled on the Delachaise Wine Bar for your dinner, sampling different glasses and sharing them out as you filled up on french fries and bread rolls, before making the slow walk back to your hotel, seeing everything once again on you return, but this time by night.

The day had passed faster than you’d expected or hoped for, and yet, it was filled with priceless memories, the late hour making everything seem entirely new and different from the ay it had in the day, everything you passed seeming like a new building, signs lit up with glowing lights and the cheery and upbeat music from the day had taken on a lower and more sensual tone, changing with the mood as the early evening turned to night, seeing you off into your hotel with a smile on you face and a head full of thoughts that you’d never forget.

“So, I did a bit of research.” You started, and he turned to look at you, lowering his phone for a second from where he’d been taking photos, his attention now on you, waiting quietly for you to continue. “Turns out, that whole iconic witch’s walk in that one episode is outside of a restaurant and bar, and it’s only a few streets over. It’s called Vacherie Restaurant, and I made us a booking.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.” You were waiting with bated breath, hoping you’d made the right call, your suspicions being confirmed when his face cracked with a bright smile, and you let out a relieved sigh.

Much like he had spent the entire day with you yesterday exploring the sets and shooting locations of one of your favourite TV shows, you were now doing the same for him, the two of you wandering around the end of the French Quarter you hadn't yet gotten a chance to explore, taking in everything before you. Your first stop had, of course, been the LaLaurie Mansion he’d been so excited about, the man having been the one to wake you up this morning, pulling you from one end of the bed to almost falling out of it, hands on your ankles tugging you down the mattress until you’d been giggling and kicking at him as he dodged you, prompting you to get up so you could make the most of your third day.

It was only a short walk, the two of you grabbing to-go breakfast from a little café to eat as you walked, coffee and a breakfast burrito in your system waking you up considerably as you prepared yourself for the day. Neither of you had all that much of a plan, some quick googling as you walked had done wonders, however, guiding you through the already crowded streets as you made your way towards your various destinations.

Some were closer and some were further, the two of you working to create a list of your destinations, making your day a little easier to navigate. You were due to be on the road again by tonight, already having repacked the car and checked out of your hotel, but you were armament to spend as much time soaking up the sun and walking around as you could, before you were back on the road for a long drive up to Texas.

“So, when are we booked in?”

“I figured we could go for a late lunch, before we see the house they used for the academy, since it’s down in the Garden District, and we have to head that way anyway to get back on the main road.” He nodded, before he was reaching out to you a little, holding up his phone.

“Want to take a picture with me?”

You put your own away as you agreed to the request, his arm wrapping around you as he held up the device away from you both, positioning you to be able to see the house in the background, a smile on his face as you beamed brightly at the camera and squinted at the sun.

“I used to record and photograph everything, you know. I loved it, keeping a hold of my memories and all the moments that mattered, but for the last few years, there hasn’t been anything worth remembering, so I stopped.” It was a heavy confession, and you weren’t too sure what he was expecting from you, whether he was looking for comfort, or simply to get something off of his chest, but heat crawled up his face and made his cheeks tint pink as he looked at you, waiting for a response.

Instead, you wrapped your arms tightly around his waist, pulling him into you as his arms hung at his sides, your bodies pressed together in a hug, and you felt the way he stiffened underneath you, you laughed muffled as your shoulder pressed into his chest. It took him a minute to respond before his arms were wrapping around you lightly, holding you in return as his cheek pressed into your hair, and then, he was squeezing you like his life depended on it.

Only for a second, but he let his walls down, and then he was letting you go, breath rushing back into your lungs from where it had been squeezed from you, and his face was even redder than it had been, eyes shining a little, but he didn’t have his defensive stance or aggressive expression. His shoulders were slumped and he seemed relaxed. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, Mitch.” You hooked your arm through his, immediately soothing the tension building by asking if he wanted to stop by the patisserie shop you’d passed by on your way over here, getting a whole boxful to take with you in the car to snack on as you drove across the country to your next state.

You visited the ‘Marie Laveau: House of Voodoo’, before moving on to taking a wander around the St. Louis Cemetery to look at the crypts, before going for your lunch. It had consisted of thrilled discussions about everything you had done, comparing and swapping photos as you ate, and talking about the bits that you’d personally found the most enjoying. It wasn’t just the time in New Orleans that you discussed, but you managed to force him to open up about the rest of the trip you’d taken so far, the things he had fun doing even if he hadn't been willing to admit it at the time.

With full stomachs and smiling faces, you’d piled back into the car for the first time in days, upon making the walk back to the hotel parking lot. It was almost strange, having spent so much time on your feet and using the vehicle as little as possible, opting for you to drive the small distance down to the Buckner Mansion, the final location used as you drove along, through the Warehouse District and down to the Garden District, mitch taking pictures out of the windows as you went.

After his confession, which neither of you had risked to speak of again, he seemed like he was finally accepting that it was okay for him to live his life, and to admit that he was having fun, actually wanting to take photos and record the sights he was seeing, to relive them once you’d left and gone home.

You couldn’t go inside, but you could walk around the garden, peering inside as you leaned dup to the windows, and taking pictures on the steps up to the front door, talking about all the scenes that you could specifically pinpoint, and making the most of it, before having to leave as the lower light began to fade and the night came in, ushering out the warmer temperatures as a cool night breeze came in.

You flipped a coin, deciding who would do the first half of the journey, Mitch calling heads as it came spinning back down towards your hand, and that side had been the one facing upwards at you both when you’d both studied it, the man cheering to himself, even though you insisted it wasn’t much of a prize to have to drive for several hours in the dark when he’d rather be sleeping, but he was just happy to have won something.

Houston was your next destination, hoping to reach it by the time the morning rolled around, the shift between you both in New Orleans only making you happier about the rest of your journey to come.

[sina1oa]

A Result Of Poor Parenting

this is cross-posted on my ao3 account! (@sinaloa)

Prompt from my friend, who asked “Do you think Todoroki ever got the Birds and the Bees talk?”

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“This behavior is utterly unbecoming of a U.A student! I demand whoever is responsible steps forward before the teachers are consulted!”

The entirety of Class 1-A stood gathered around the table in the common area, after being yelled at by their student president until they did so.

Yaoyorozu stood awkwardly, next to Iida who looked ready to use Recipro Burst on the guilty party.

“I think,” She began, all too aware of how quickly the rest of the class turned to her. “We can assume it’s not any of the girls.”

Iida blanched before his face began to turn red.

“Ah, yes, Yaoyorozu! You are entirely correct, I apologize ladies-”

“Why not?”

Everyone turned to Shouto, who stood confused.

“Why...not?” Iida questioned.

Kaminari lit up with a mischievous grin. “Yeah! Todo here has a point! What if one of the girls is keeping them for a special guy?”

The guys began murmuring, but Shouto stood still, still not having moved, staring confusedly down at the table where the box of condoms sat.

“I don’t understand.” He said, and Midoriya turned to him.

“What’s up, Todoroki?”

He gestured to the box, noting how Midoriya blushed as he did so.

“Why would they just be for guys?”

Midoriya stood, his mouth parted open slightly. “What?”

“Well, what are they?” He questioned, and Midoriya’s jaw dropped. Shouto became somewhat aware of the class quieting around them.

Midoriya was flushed a brighter red than the left half of Shouto’s own hair, and he had no idea why.

Kirishima spoke up, looking almost nervous. “Todoroki, you...don’t know what these are?”

Shouto looked at the box, ignoring the strange atmosphere. “The box says condoms, so I assume they’re condoms, but I don’t know what those are.”

“Oh my god.”

“What does ultra-glide mean?” He asked.

---

If Shouto had to think back to his bucket list, he would not remember having “Sex Education lesson from Bakugou” on it, yet he felt like this was an experience that needed to be acknowledged on paper.

“Condoms aren’t effective all the time though, so if you’re fucking horny then deal with it another way. You’re trying to be a hero, not a fucking father. Got it asshole?”

Shouto sat on the couch and hesitantly nodded. Kirishima was taking notes across from him. Bakugou noticed the hesitation and groaned.

“God, did neither of your parents tell you this shit Icyhot?”

“My mother was permanently hospitalized when I was 8, and Endeavour likely didn’t think it was important.”

Bakugou stood still at that, not looking sure of how to respond. Midoriya, who was sitting next to Shouto, was crying, although he didn’t know if it was from pity, or from also experiencing the Sex Education talk.

“Did your parents explain all of this to you?” He asked, and Class 1-A, who was still present because they hadn’t wanted to miss out on Bakugou explaining what an STD was, all slowly nodded their heads.

Shouto thought about the weekend visit he had coming up, and he wondered.

---

“What are herpes?” He asked, and watched as Endeavour slowly lowered his chopsticks.

Natsuo was staring at Shouto with a mix of unmasked glee and terror, eyes wide and unbelieving.

Fuyumi watched the table with terror, looking as though she’d rather be cooking herself on the stove where the soba was waiting. Shouto continued speaking, determined to see it through.

“Some of my classmates were talking about it in class, and I don’t remember them covering it in any of my classes.”

Endeavour looked constipated, frozen and uncomfortable. “Shouto this isn’t a discussion to have at the table.” He settled on, finally.

“Why?” He questioned innocently, hoping that the phone that was recording in his pocket was able to catch his father’s face.

“Shouto,” Fuyumi hissed, trying to get him to stop the conversation topic, ignoring Natsuo who was slapping her arm in excitement, wheezing too hard to speak.

“I remember them saying they had something to do with genitals…” He wondered aloud, ignoring the obnoxiously loud cackling coming from his brother.

Endeavour abruptly stood and left the table, a steady stream of curses and regrets leaving his mouth as he walked.

Upon his leaving, Shouto pursed his lips and took out his phone to make sure it had all been recorded. Natsuo caught sight of it and fell onto the floor from the force of his laughs.

He ignored the chaos around him and had to force down a laugh when Fuyumi hesitantly asked him if he was “being serious” earlier. Natsuo was brokenly panting on the floor, and every so often Shouto could hear a wheezing “genitals,” from him.

Knowing he was in the clear, Shouto allowed a small smirk to fill his face as he sent the video to the class groupchat. Take that Bakugou, he absolutely knew how group chats worked.

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So, Shouto did not know how group chats worked apparently, because while he meant to send it to the Class 1-A chat, he ended up sending it to all of his contacts. This brought him to where he was now, sitting in Aizawa-Sensei’s office.

Aizawa stared at him, somehow looking more tired than usual, with a nice hint of defeat.

“Todoroki,” He sighed, and closed his eyes for a moment, looking as though he was gathering strength.

“I need to ask you this as your teacher, and the lead adult in charge of your current environment, but have you ever had a discussion about sex with your parent or guardian?”

“No,” He said.

Aizawa looked pained and slowly opened his computer. “What about middle school, that’s part of the curriculum, do you remember that?”

Shouto remembered being pulled out of class at one point, his father saying the lesson was unnecessary when he could be training. He remembered hearing some of his female classmates giggling, saying he didn’t need to be there because he probably knew it all already.

“No,”

He thought about the discussion he had with Bakugou and chose not to say anything. After all, Aizawa may have some more accurate information with fewer curses.

With slow, reluctant hands, Aizawa turned his computer to face Shouto, and on it was the title slide of a Powerpoint presentation, titled “Menstruation”.

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The next time he overheard Uraraka complaining about cramps, he stole Endeavour’s credit card and bought out the nearest convenience store of chocolate.

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Pairing: “Me” from Playing it CoolxBlack Reader

⚠️: Bit of angst, childbirth (nothing gruesome/explicit), fluff

“You really are an idiot,” Scott states soon after opening the door to see his tired looking friend.

“I see you’ve talked with Y/N.”

“Yea I called her when you didn’t answer your phone since I had an idea I wanted to run by you. She answered crying and told me everything. Seriously man what is wrong with you?”

“Right now? I’m tired and have a headache,” he sighs sitting down on the couch letting his head fall back as the days prior events replay in his head.

“What do you mean you’re not coming?!,” you shout crossing your arms in front of your chest.

“I didn’t say I wasn’t coming to the hospital with you, I just don’t know about being in the actual hospital room.”

Just a few minutes ago, you and your boyfriend returned home from dinner with friends where an innocent question about if you were ready to see your bundle of joy turned into your current argument.

“And when were you gonna tell me this? When I went into labor and you drop me off to the room before turning back saying ‘bye babe! Call me when everything’s over’?!”

“Listen I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.”

“It’s not only that you didn’t tell me before saying it in front of my friends,” you interrupt waddling towards the walk in closet to undress for bed. “It’s the fact that you’re voluntarily choosing to not be there for the birth of your first and, at this rate, only child and- ow!”

“You okay?,” he asks rushing to the closet, watching as you slowly take deep breaths with eyes squeezed shut rubbing under your swollen belly. At 37 weeks, the big day could happen at any moment now and it seemed like your Braxton Hicks were becoming more frequent as well.

“I’m fine, just cramps again.”

“You sure?”

“Yes I’m sure,” you sigh pulling one of his shirts over your head. “Trust me the minute that moment comes I’ll tell you so you can steer clear.”

“Babe cmon it’s not- Ugh! God please don’t bring that thing out.”

Referring to the C-shaped pregnancy pillow in your arms, he mentally groaned while you slowly lied down to get comfortable. He knew it greatly helped you sleep during those particularly tough nights where you just couldn’t seem to find your sweet spot of the bed, but he still hated how it took his job from him. He was the one that was supposed to give you cuddles and comfort, not that thing.

He swore sometimes that if it had a nice face, the right equipment, and could cook it’d probably be his replacement.

“Might as well get used to comforting myself since someone isn’t gonna be there to do it,” you counter glaring at him as you aggressively hit the pillow a few times before turning your back to him.

“Babe,” he sighs with hands on his hips waiting for your response. “C’mon I know you’re not asleep that fast.” Still stuck with the site of your back, a smirk forms on his lips as he walks to his side of the bed.

“Fine, since you’re mad guess I’ll leave you be. Go wander the streets alone.”

Anytime he’d talk about going out by himself at night, you’d always immediately grow concerned telling him how he really shouldn’t go out so late and stay with you instead, followed by your infamous pout. It was his foolproof way of wiggling back in your good graces.

Yet tonight, nothing.

“Go out for a drive by myself out on roads where anything could happen...”

Silence. Now he was hurt himself.

“Woww so you really don’t want me here? Alright then.”

Hearing him collect his keys and footsteps eventually leave the room, going down the hall until the apartment door clicked shut behind him caused a lone tear to fall from your eye. You didn’t want him to leave, but it would’ve been a lie to say seeing his face didn’t make you see red right now.

“Do you know what’s going on in daddy’s head? Hm?,” you sniffle looking down at your abdomen, grazing your fingertips along the dark line hidden beneath your shirt.

“Why don’t you want to be in the room with her? You do realize you don’t have to see everything that’s gonna be happening down there right?”

“Yes I know Scott. Plus I’ve watched enough birthing videos that, whether I like it or not, I pretty much know what’s gonna be happening and when without even looking.”

“Then what is it?! What is so important that you’re choosing not to be there to support your girlfriend, the mother of your child, the woman you told me when you first saw her you knew you’d marry her-,”

“I don’t want to lose her okay!?”

“....and telling her you don’t want to be there..is supposed to keep her..?,” Scott asks genuinely confused, and slightly concerned, at his friend’s methods.

“No I don’t mean....”

He groans leaning forward with elbows on his knees, hiding his face in his palms trying to collect his thoughts.

“The first woman that I loved, who was supposed to love me back, left me with my grandpa who eventually passed away, leaving me again. I don’t want to, but I keep wondering what if it’s Y/N, the baby, or heaven forbid both of them next?” Wiping his tears with his sleeve, his red eyes meet the sympathetic ones of Scott moving to sit next to him. “And if all that were to happen in front of me in that hospital room-,”

“Hey don’t think about what could go wrong. Y/N and the baby will be fine, and when they’re ready, will come back home with you driving so unbearably slow that even old people will flip you off. Which will then make you mad and cuss them out and be part of the origin story of how my godchild will yell their first curse word at daycare.”

“You can see that far ahead huh?,” he chuckles as Scott claps him on the shoulder.

“Yep, just like I know you’re not gonna let the what if’s stop you from being one of, if not the very first, face your baby sees when they come in this world.”

He was right. He couldn’t let his head and fears get in the way of the most important day of his life. Well, aside from his own birth that is.

Before he could thank his friend for helping get everything off his chest, Scott’s phone loudly vibrating on the coffee table causes both men to worry seeing your name flash on the screen.

“Hey Y/N. Yea, he’s right-wait now?!” Automatically, both men jump up from the couch rushing to get their jackets and keys before nearly trampling each other trying to get out the door. “O..okay, yea we’re coming, don’t push anything out yet.”

“Scott hold on. I don’t know-,”

“Nope, no second thoughts. We’ve been over this, everything’s gonna go well and in a few minutes you’re gonna be holding both your babies,” he smiles putting his hands on his friend’s shoulders.

“Thanks, but I was gonna say I don’t know which hospital we’re going to,” he finishes.

“Ohh! Right, on it!”

———

It was as if everything was a blur as they sped through busy streets filled with those either trying to get to the hottest club or bar, or just trying to get home having already enjoyed their Saturday evening. Yet through the weaving in and out of lanes and hoping there were no cops near them, his heart never raced as fast as it was now standing outside your emergency room door.

“I can do this. Everything will be fine,” he thinks to himself as he takes a breath turning the cold, metal knob of the white door. He’s a bit taken aback seeing you in the bed in your hospital gown on all fours trying your best to be calm during your breathing exercises as your best friend rubs soothing circles on your back saying how amazing you’re doing.

“And you are?,” a nurse asks bringing everyone’s attention to him nervously stuffing his hands in the front pockets of his grey warm ups.

“I’m her boyfriend. A-and the father.”

“Oh, you’re here just in time. She’s pretty close to being fully dilated so if you want to go beside her you can. We’re just getting the last bit of supplies we’ll need.”

He couldn’t hear exactly what was said between you and Kylie, but from both of your expressions towards each other, he guessed it probably went something like:

“Mm, look who decided to show up.”

“Be nice. At least he did come.”

“He should’ve been here from the beginning though.”

“Here to let us know you’ll be waiting outside?,” Kylie quips standing tall to meet his eyes.

“Kylie..”

“No, I deserve that,” he states gripping the side rail of the bed. “I know I messed up, and if you don’t mind I’d like to speak with my girl in private please.”

Looking to you for confirmation, she waits for your small nod before collecting her jacket and purse.

“I’ll be in the waiting room if you need me,” she responds giving you a final comforting rub on your shoulder before leaving the two of you alone.

For a few minutes, the only sounds heard in the room is the beeps from your heart monitor along with your soft, deep breaths as you occasionally rock back, nearly sitting with your legs under you, then forth again resting your forehead on the lifted part of the bed that once held your back.

“Crazy how the position that got us here is what’s helping you,” he chuckles to himself before quickly stopping once meeting your very annoyed and unamused eyes.

“If you’re just here because I made a big deal about it you can leave. I’m fine.”

“No I promise I want to be here.” Sitting in the nearby recliner, he scoots closer to you lacing his fingers between yours while his other hand finds your cheek gently grazing his thumb across your dewy, warm skin.

“Look, I’m sorry about not coming to you first when I was thinking of not being in here with you. I’m sorry for even thinking about it in the first place.”

“Why did you think it though?,” you ask now lifting your head to be eye level with your boyfriend. “Were you afraid of passing out or getting sick? Because if so that’s okay, all you had to do was say-,”

“No, that’s not the reason.” At your concerned tone a small smile tugs at the corner of his lips leaning in to kiss your temple.

“I was afraid of something going wrong and losing one or both of you. I already lost my mom and grandpa, I just didn’t want either one of you to be next right there in front of me.”

Doing your best to sit on your legs, you shift your body in his direction taking his face in your palms. Both of you enjoying the feel of his soft scruff against your skin.

“Honey everything’s gonna be fine,” you smile wiping his couple tears away. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

“Because you’ve been so positive and excited this whole time. I didn’t want to be the one to make you start worrying.”

“Although it may seem that way, I assure you I’ve been a nervous wreck pretty much this whole pregnancy,” you chuckle quickly wiping a stray tear from your own cheek.

“Nervous about what?”

“Everything. If the baby was okay in there if I didn’t feel them move, if I they’d like me, if I’d be a good mom. Even if you’d still love me with all my physical and emotional changes.”

“I assure you that you’re gonna be a great mom and our baby is gonna love you so much not only because of how amazing and wonderful you are, and will be to them, but also because I won’t let them even think about disliking you,” he smiles as you let out a small laugh while you both wipe away each other’s tears.

“Thank you.”

“And don’t worry about me still loving you. You got me wrapped around that finger of yours so tight it doesn’t make sense. Then don’t even get me started on how attracted I am with your gorgeous eyes. Adorable nose. Those lips that make me-,”

“Ah..AH!,” you shout grabbing your stomach with one hand and tightly gripping the railing with the other.

“What is it? Another contraction?”

“Yea a-and I think I feel the head coming out,” you reply with voice shaking trying to look to find out, but of course only being met with your giant belly. “T-then again I-I don’t know, but it feels like I have to poop. Wait, am I pooping on myself?!”

“Baby shh, relax okay? Breathe,” he instructs gently holding your chin so you’d do your breathing exercises with him as he moves your gown to peek for himself. “I don’t see anything, but I’m gonna call the nurse okay?”

“O..okay. Babe?”

“Yea?”

“I love you.”

“I love you too,” he smiles kissing your lips again still pressing the call button as if it was his job.

“And please don’t judge me if I do poop on myself,” you add making him laugh.

“I promise I won’t.”

———

“You got another smile for me, huh? C’mon I know you do,” he quietly coo’s in his baby voice gently rubbing the back of his index finger against his daughter’s delicate cheek. “There it is! Hi sweetheart.”

“No, no more smiles for him. He claimed you as a boy this whole time, I know you heard him.”

“Tell mommy don’t be jealous. You have a smile coming for her too don’t you Saylor?”

“You better,” you smile resting your head on his shoulder, looking down at your beautiful baby girl with slick dark hair peeking out from her little pink beanie. “I don’t appreciate being peed on as soon as we met.”

“Hey it wasn’t her fault. Being born was a wild experience, wasn’t it sweetie?”

“Imagine how mommy felt,” you giggle as he carefully places the bundle in your arms after kissing the top of her head. Sure enough, as soon as her grey eyes met yours it was as if she was hooked, staring at you and eventually curling her tiny lips into another heart melting smile.

“Yea, I had the same look on my face when I first saw her too,” he adds, cold nose touching your cheek making you grin and gently nudge his shoulder with yours.

“You’re such a dork,” you reply before pressing your soft lips on his.

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