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johnkrrasinski · 5 years ago

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So It Goes...

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Pairings: Rock star/Bassist!Bucky Barnes x female!reader (AU)

Word count: 7,149

Warning: fluff, SMUT! but mostly just me falling in love with bucky, really.

Summary: natasha romanoff aka your annoying roommate coerced you into the howling commando’s live performance at a divebar near your dorm. little did you know, it was going to lead you to the man of your dreams aka the charming rock star boy/bassist, james buchanan barnes.

a/n: this one’s written for @sourpatchkidsandacokecan‘s “Little Darlin’s Mysteru AU” challenge. i chose band/rockstar au. here’s another love letter to bucky barnes because i love that man with my entire heart and every fic that i write about him is basically just me expressing my deep affection for this man. hope you guys enjoy this one cause i certainly do! also, rock star/boy band bucky is such a concept omg i’m in love

You laid in your twin-sized bed as you heard the chirping sounds of the birds outside of your window. They were singing cheerily as if they knew what you were feeling and they were celebrating with you. It felt like you were in a Disney movie that you used to obsess over as a kid, where you are the lovestruck princess because you just met a handsome prince who swept you off your feet at first sight.

The birds outside of your window are your animal pals who swoon over you swooning and they spontaneously harmonize and dance to this newfound joy. You couldn’t resist the smile taking over your face. It was too early for you to be awake on a Saturday morning. You were always up by 10 AM. No more, no less. But it was currently 8.45 AM and you still had at least one more hour to get up and be productive.

But not today. Today, you were going to welcome this exhilarating sensation in your bones, and you were going to savour every second of it. Because you couldn’t shake away those baby blue eyes and that suave, boyish charm. The way, they electrified you by first glance and made you tremble when those pupils dilated. You could still feel the way his soft, plump lips hypnotized you last night. And the raunchy way he held you at the bar.

Even when all was said and done, he found a way to haunt you in your dreams.

And you didn’t mind one bit.

You were currently in the middle of a crisis due to your upcoming final week. If there’s any word to describe you as a college student, it would be ambitious. The idea of failing or getting less than B+ makes you go ballistic. You were an active student. You joined multiple organizations that expanded your social life. You got along with mostly everyone in your classes and you had your professors’ respect too for your excellent grades and polite manners.

But your lack of dating life irked no one else more than your roommate, Natasha. You loved Natasha with your entire heart, really. She was like a sister to you. You were an only child so you cherished her older sister role in your life. She was, in fact, several months older than you and she always protected you like her own. Starting from the asshole that broke your heart in high school, despite only knowing him through your story, to incessantly pushing you to stop being such a nerd and have more fun.

Natasha was the kind of woman you don’t wanna mess with. She was loyal, brave and quick-witted. She knows how to keep her GPA high, whilst also maintaining a fun social life. She managed to do it all so effortlessly.

“C’mon, y/n! Just one night! You need to let loose and release all tension on your shoulders, baby. It’s good for your brain before finals start!”

“Noooo, Nat. Rock bands are not my thing and I’d have a higher chance of acing the tests if I study now, okay? Just go. Have fun without me and tell me how it goes.”

“But my boyfriend’s performing, y/n. And I want you to meet him! I promise they are really good. Even if you're not into the music, you can still go for the drinks, right? Also, they’ve got other cute members available so, you might find your own rock band boyfriend too if you go.” She winked. Her smirk was menacing.

“Ugh, I’m not interested in finding a boyfriend, Nat.”

“I know, but wouldn’t hurt if you do, right? Then we can go on double dates and have them write songs about us. Oh God, it’s going to be awesome.”

“Whoa, slow down. I haven’t even learned their names, yet and we are already discussing double dates?”

“Alright, let’s just start with putting on your sexy clothes and meet them yourself. Then we can move onto picking one gorgeous beast for you.”

“What makes you even think that they’d be interested in me?”

“Don’t be ridiculous, y/n. Have you never owned a mirror? You are a total babe. You just need to get yourself more action.”

“Ugh, I don’t know, Nat…”

“You are going. And I’m not leaving until you get up and put on something cool. I have patience, baby and I’m going to annoy you all night if you stay. What do you prefer? Going out and have fun and meet some cute boys or me annoying you all night so you can’t study productively.” She glared at you. Her tone indicated that there was no compromise.

“Alright, I’m going. But that’s only because I wanna meet your boyfriend, alright? Not because I wanna find a boyfriend or whatever stupid shit you’re thinking.”

“Yay!” She jumped in excitement. Her face was content with joy and satisfaction from succeeding in persuading you. “Alright, let’s dig through your clothes.” She started rummaging your shared closet and observed meticulously each one of your outfits. “Hmm… Let’s try this one!” She picked up a strapless black sequin dress that you hadn’t worn in forever. You didn’t even remember packing it up in your baggage and brought it with you to your dorm.

You began stripping yourself out of your oversized hoodie and high-waisted shorts. You didn’t feel embarrassed changing in front of Natasha, you had seen each other naked many times. You were roommates after all and sometimes, you just had to be comfortable with the fact that you had private body parts underneath and within the course of four years, eventually, you had to get used to flashing one another at some point.

You put it on as you started to feel a little uncomfortable. You weren’t used to wearing skimpy dresses. Already wearing it for less than three minutes, you were constantly lifting the hem of the dress to prevent it from exposing your boobs and revealing your inner thighs. And the material felt itchy on your skin too. “Nat, I’m not sure about this. Let’s just wear a leather jacket and jeans.”

“Nonsense! You look bomb! Give your leather jacket and jeans a break, alright? Okay, turn around so I can see your behind.”

You twirled as she said, restlessly.

Tonight was going to be a longspun night…

The air felt crisp against your skin, as the breeze swept through your freshly curled hair, causing a few strands shading your sight. You struggled to walk steadily in your 7-inch heels that belonged to Natasha because you didn’t have a pair of your own. You were cool with wearing ankle boots pairing them with a sparkly dress. But Natasha didn’t think it was a cute look.

“What? Boots and dresses don’t go along, honey. Oh my, you need a serious makeover!” She was derailed.

You eventually settled with a silk red dress with a seductively low cleavage on the front, exposing the globes of your breasts. You were already as uncomfortable as it is, this dress didn’t make it any easier to act normal.

So you had to endure walking in these deadly shoes of torture, whilst clad in nothing but a scanty material with makeup painting your entire face. Great. What had you gotten yourself into? Damn you, Natasha.

You and Nat were walking arm in arm to the bar where “The Howling Commandos” were performing. That’s the name of the band that Natasha’s boyfriend was in. They have been a group for 5 years now, they had been doing this since they were in high school. Clint and the rest of the members were several years older than you and Nat. As soon as they graduated, they decided that they wanted to keep making music rather than working mundane, dead-end jobs.

Yep, Natasha told you that much.

Clint and Nat had been dating for two years now. They rarely saw each other due to the band’s packed schedule. Although, they would FaceTime each other every night, talking about each other’s days. You heard it all, from their most disgustingly adorable flirtations, to the most inappropriate, not so PG-13 confession.

They would literally pretend to smooch one another through the screen when you were doing your homework or when you had your nose deep in a book. You’d try to cover your ears by putting on your earbuds and turning up the volume so you could give them privacy but also, you didn’t wanna hear them talking about what they wanted to do to each other if both of them were here.

You knew Clint well enough to not feel like you were meeting a complete stranger. Natasha would often tell you to say hi to him and she had told you a lot of wonderful things to Clint. Clint would often talk about the band too on the phone, how someone called “Bucky” would piss him off by stealing his leftover sandwich. Or someone called “Sam” would often interrupt their chat by reminding him that it was soundcheck time.

“I gotta go, babe. Sammy’s not gonna stop yelling.”

“Aw, okay, tell the boys I say hi! Love you.”

“Love you too, baby.”

It’s like a daily podcast for you every night.

The dive bar where The Howling Commandos were performing thankfully wasn’t that far from your dorm. Natasha was super thrilled when Clint told them that they were going to perform here. They were finally able to see each other after a while, and because this was going to be their last gig until they come back with a new album, he said he was going to stay and spend some time with Nat.

You were happy for both of them. You’d never say it out loud but, a part of you was secretly jealous of their love. They managed to maintain such a fun, loving, and healthy relationship despite the distance and differences. Natasha once told you that she was never one to settle with a man for too long but, Clint changed the game for her. You smiled at the thought. They were genuinely in love. If you were to find yourself a boyfriend, you wanted the type of love that they had.

But not tonight. You were okay with being single. Just because a part of you wanted what Clint & Nat had, doesn’t mean that you actually need it or you’d die. You were too much of a goal-oriented person to be chasing over something that should come naturally. You had grown so comfortable in being alone, that you stopped desiring love so much. It wasn’t getting you anywhere. So you lived your life, being grateful for your friends and family. You invested your time in your education and passion. You were content.

When you arrived at the bar, the room was full with a crowd. You walked in with Natasha trying to make a space for yourself so you could walk through them. You could barely anything else due to the number of bodies blocking your view. Natasha held your hand as she took the lead and fought through the crowd to get to the front, where she could get the best view.

There was a blonde-haired woman standing on the front, so close to where the band were going to play. When Natasha slightly grazed her whilst trying to stand next to her, she didn’t look the slightest bit happy. She glared at Natasha as Natasha noticed. She glared back at her.

“Excuse me, there’s more space in the back, maybe you can stand there instead of cutting through the line.”

“Excuse you, miss. I’m dating the band’s drummer, so I can stand wherever I want, thank you very much. If you don’t like that, then the exit is right there.” She pointed to the door of where we walked in from.

The blonde woman rolled her eyes as she folded her arms against her chest. After you stared at her reaction, you realized that you actually know her. She was in the same social science class with you. You had never really talked to her because she often sat in the back and immediately left after the class was done, but you remembered her name. Her name was Dottie Underwood. Your classmates called her Dot. The ones that she liked anyway.

You decided to stay quiet and let it pass. It’s not like she even recognized you even if you start a chat with her. You don’t think it was a good idea either since she and Nat literally just snarked at each other. You directed your sight to the stage and waited for the famous Howling Commandos to appear.

One of the spotlights turned and highlighted a man walking on stage before he talked into the microphone at the centre. “And now, ladies and gentlemen, a group of brilliant lads, that make all the ladies go feral wherever they go, and their showstopping music are going to make us sing and jump tonight. Please welcome, The Howling Commandos!”

The crowd roared with cheers, the sounds of their enthusiasm filled the atmosphere. Their claps were jovially in sync as four, drop-dead gorgeous young men stepped into the stage as their presence shifted the energy in the room.

The first one was a blonde-haired with breathtaking bone structure, forming a ridiculously handsome face. His hair shone under the spotlight like the sun amidst the clear sky. He had an amiable demeanour about him. His smile was gentle and welcoming. He waved to the crowd and stood directly behind the microphone.

The second one to walk in was a dark-skinned man with an undeniable charisma oozing out of him. He had a neatly trimmed beard that only added to his spicy appeal. His smile was radiant as he also waved the crowd. He stood on the left side of the stage, a couple of steps behind Steve who was apparently the lead singer.

The third one to walk in was Clint. He was everything Nat described him to be. Placid and nonchalant. His smile was amenable as he greeted the crowd. He walked directly to the background, where the drumset was placed. He sat down on the drummer’s chair as he picked up the sticks he was going to play with.

The last one to enter was a literal Disney prince coming to life. His prominent boyish charm completely bedazzled you. His blue eyes gleamed under the spotlight as they lingered on you for a second. He immediately shifted his gaze as he kept walking towards the right side of the stage, but you swore that when he caught you staring dumbfoundedly at him, you could see the flash of a quick smirk on his face.

He only nodded to the crowd as he confidently picked up the bass guitar that was previously placed on the floor and put on the leather straps around his neck. His eyes turned back to you as you found yourself still bluntly staring at him. Something about him just enchanted you. He had that boy-next-door charm about him but also, a bad boy persona that was irresistibly enticing.

That flash of smirk that you saw earlier resurfaced and it was getting harder for you to pay attention to anyone or anything else in the room other than him. His gaze grew more intense as the noises of the crowd faded into the background. You were lost in this lethal game of eye contact until Natasha accidentally elbowed you by screaming her lungs out to respond to the lead singer’s introduction.

“Good evening, SHIELD’s Nest! How are we feeling tonight?” The lead singer vivified the crowd. They responded with a reassuring reaction. “I’m Steve Rogers and these are my buddies,” he turned his head to the left, as he started introducing the other band members. “The handsome guy right there is Sam, and in the back, there’s Clint, our brilliant drummer boy and this ladies’ charmer right here is Bucky.” As he pointed to the magnetic man who had held your attention hostage since he first walked in.

“And we are The Howling Commandos.” He paused for a second before carrying on with his prelude. “Alright, so the first song that we’re going to play tonight is called ‘Rusted Love’. Enjoy.” Steve removed his mouth from behind the microphone and started cueing the band to play. “1,2…”

Sam and Bucky started strumming the first few notes as a few people cheered. Then Clint jumped in, flaunting his talent in mastering the drum with his sticks. The energy in the room felt more energized as people started moving a part of their bodies. Then Steve amazed the room with his sultry voice, singing the words that echoed through the Sound system of the bar.

“I’m a flying kite in a hurricane, you paralyzed me with your touch and your lips got me addicted…” Steve shut his eyes, relishing the rune. You had a feeling that those lyrics wouldn’t just stay lyrics tonight…

They played another four songs that night. The crowd danced, jumped and screamed the words to their song passionately. You, on the other hand, was probably the most tranquil person in the crowd. You didn’t really know much about the band, let alone their music. So when everyone was constantly pushing you because they were too lost in the moment, you eventually tried to get out of the crowd and sat on the bar instead. Natasha was also too lost in supporting her boyfriend, that she almost didn’t notice you leaving.

Through the vibration of the crowd and the music, you had to really lean in to get Natasha’s attention and to get her to hear you. “Nat! I’m gonna sit in the back and wait there. I’m a little thirsty.” She had a giant smile on her face due to the zest the band inflicted. “Okay!” She yelled back, then carried on with her foxy moves.

You struggled to walk through the crowd, trying to not step on anyone’s feet as you made your way to the barstool. What you didn’t notice was, Bucky’s disappointed on his face when he saw you walking out on him. He noticed that you weren’t exactly as thrilled as anyone else. Although, he noticed your stolen glances as you shied away from him when he stared back. He even tried to wink at you once but you immediately looked to the floor, hiding away your blush. He swore he saw the way your cheeks reddened. Not that he wasn’t used to getting that reaction anyway…

You exhaled a breath of relief as you finally broke out of the congested mass of people. You sat on the barstool as you ordered a glass of rum and you waited as the music still reverberated robustly in your ears. You sat there as you started looking through your Instagram. Nat’s icon was the first one to appear in the row and you clicked it to see what you were expecting. She recorded a video of the band, then zoomed in to Clint, as he was ardently drumming the beat.

She put on a heart eyes and fire emoji with the text; “that’s my man!”. The next one was her and you singing along to the second song they played that night. You were able to actually mouth the words after they played the last chorus and you were a quick learner, so you memorized the repeated words easily after the third time. You scrolled through your feed a few more minutes until your order finally arrived.

“Enjoy, miss.” The waiter winked at you. He was probably in his mid-20s, he had warm brown eyes and a sweet smile. His dark hair was slicked back as you stared a little longer than you should. He was obviously attractive, but, you didn’t say anything back to him. You just smiled back in a friendly manner and uttered silenced thanks.

After sitting by yourself for about a half and an hour, like all good things, the show must come to an end. Steve Rogers concluded the show with a final thank you and goodnight as the spotlight shut down, like the drapes closing over a theatrical show. The crowd clapped and some of them started leaving, while others immediately went to the bar to quench the thirst from screaming along to volatile rock music and jumping up and down, getting lost in the tune.

Natasha patted your back as she jumped on the empty chair next to you. Thank God, she was quick on her feet, otherwise, she wouldn’t have been able to get a seat. “Hey! God, I need a full shot of whiskey right now.”

“Yeah, go crazy.”

She scoffed. “Huh. As if that wasn’t crazy enough, back there.” She signalled the bartender to make an order. “So, what do you think? That was fun, right?” The cute bartender from earlier walked to her as he asked her what would she like to drink and she quickly replied.

“Yeah, they’re pretty good.”

“Pretty good? They’re damn talented. Especially the drummer back there. He totally killed it.”

“Yeah, okay, they are amazing. But you know their music isn’t my kind of music, so can’t say I really enjoyed it that much.”

“Okay, but you must’ve at least enjoyed the view, right? Don’t think I didn’t catch you and bass boy making several eye contacts back there.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You took another sip of your glass to cover your embarrassment.

“Oh my God, you totally do! Look at you blushing!”

“I’m not!”

“Yes, you are! Admit it! You like Bucky, don’t you?” She playfully pushed you to tease you.

“Oh my God, shut up Nat! You’re causing a scene!” You tried to lower yourself, now that you’re able to speak in a normal volume.

“Nope, I won’t stop until you admit it. Don’t worry, y/n, Bucky’s always been a charmer, so I totally get your attraction.”

That caused a peculiar sickness in your chest. It’s not like you were falling in love with Bucky, no. You didn’t even know him enough to like him. He may be an eye-candy but if he’s really as “charming” as everyone is saying, then that means, he’s one of those dangerous fuckboys that you should avoid at all cost. Because that means, he’s probably only going to manipulate you into thinking that he really cares for you, when in reality, he only wanted to get in your pants. Nope, not gonna happen to you. You weren’t going to be a new notch in his belt.

“Well, then that means he is bad news and that gives me even more reason to feel anything but attraction toward him.”

“Oh, no, y/n, I don’t mean it like that. He’s really sweet, and he’s always been the most chill one in the group. Trust me, you’re gonna love him. Just, give him a chance first, alright? I’ve known him long enough to know that he’s into you.”

“Into me? Nat, he doesn’t even know my name.”

“He will.” She winked again, as she took a sip of her whiskey.

Not long after that, Clint appeared from behind, without Nat realizing. He surprised her by wrapping her waist from behind as he whispered into her ears; “how’s my best girl?” Nat was slightly stunned but as soon as she realized it was her boyfriend, her expression instantly turned into a joyful one. “Hi, baby!” They immediately smooched as she wrapped her arms around his neck while standing face to face now.

“Did you like the show?”

“I loved the show, you guys killed it as always. Oh, and by the way, this is y/n, my number one bestie and the best roommate anyone could ever ask for. Now you finally meet her in person!” Her excitement was genuine.

“Hi, y/n! Heard so many great things about you, but you probably can’t say the same, huh?”

“No, actually I can. Nat wouldn’t stop talking about you every night even when I’m blatantly ignoring her.” You joked.

“Well, is that right?” He looked at Nat to assess the truth on her face.

“Yep,” you carried on. “She would say you’re hot, funny and kind, and all these wonderful things. Including the ones that I’m not supposed to hear.”

They laughed. They kissed once more, as Clint stood next to her seat, ordering a drink for himself. Next to you, you could hear Nat saying, “oh, where are the boys? Are they not thirsty?”

“They’re just packing up, babe, they’re gonna join us in a few.”

“Good, ‘cause I think there’s someone y/n would like to meet.” She teasingly wiggled her eyebrows at you, as you sent her a murderous glare. Your lips silently mouthed, “what the fuck?” but Clint picked up her tone and he quickly got the message.

“Oooh, who is it? Is it Steve, Bucky, Sam? Just let me know which one you like and I’ll deliver them at your door tonight, y/n. They’re all single and ready to mingle anytime now.”

You laughed nervously. “No, no, no, no. Nat’s just saying shit.”

She turned her head to her boyfriend and shook it. “No, I’m not. She and Bucky practically eye fucked on stage.”

You instantly slapped her arm, staring deadly into her eyes. “Ouch!” She put her hand on the spot that you struck, even though it wasn’t even that hard. Classic Nat. Dramatic as always. “Nat, you can’t just–”

Before you even managed to finish your sentence, she darted her eyes to somewhere behind you as she pointed at whatever got her distracted. “Oh, here they are!” She smirked. She raised her eyebrows at you before she stood on her feet and hugged the anticipated men.

“Hey, guys! Killer show back there!” Nat started hugging Sam and he kissed her cheek, and then she moved onto Steve and the last one to join was Bucky. You muttered ‘shit’ to yourself as you pondered on how you should act. Should you act like nothing ever happened during the show between you two? Or were you going to address the elephant in the room, and just straight up flirt with him, now that he wasn’t being so closely watched anymore?

You didn’t know which would be the best option so you just took a big gulp and drank down the entire glass of Rum you had left. Maybe if you were less sober, you wouldn't excessively overthink. You weren’t even sure whether he was really staring at you or not. For all you knew, he could be staring at another beautiful girl in the crowd that was standing beside or behind you. And if you act impulsively now, this would be like that cheesy moment on Rom-Coms, where a girl waved back to the guy who she thought was waving at her but it turns out, he was actually waving at another girl who was coming from the same direction as her.

Nope, you weren’t going to be that girl.

So you just smiled and nodded along as Natasha introduced you to the rest of the boys. You didn’t want to be rude so you sat on your chair, facing them with an interested look, even though all you wanted to do was just shrink and leave this goddamn place.

“Hey guys, here’s my bomb-ass bestie slash roomie. Her name’s y/n! Isn’t she stunning?”

When Steve was about to offer his hand to you, Sam immediately inserted himself in front of you and Steve. “Well, hello, good-lookin’. Can I buy you a drink?” Sam, being the cool dude he was, he leaned back against the bar counter on his elbows as he shamelessly flirted with you.

“Nope, thank you. I just had one.”

“Oh, you look like you could use another one. Here, let me get that for you.” He cued the bartender to make an order and you instantly tried to stop him, telling him that it wasn't necessary, but it looks like the bartender was already taking his order for you.

And then, out of nowhere, Bucky suddenly stooped in like a hero. “Hey, Sam, why don’t you back off? This one’s mine, alright?” That elicited a questioning look out of you. “Mine?” He didn’t even know you.

“Oh wait, so this is the one you told us about in the dressing room?” What the hell? You thought. They were talking about you as if you weren’t there at all.

“Yep, so why don’t you fuck off and get out of here before I get myself drunk enough to shit on your bed?” His tone was menacing but you could tell that this was a normal, daily conversation between the two.

“Jeez, alright. I’mma leave. You don’t need to wave your dick all over my face.” Before Sam moved to another spot, he patted you on the back and said, “good luck.”

What? What the hell was that for? The bartender came in with your order and served another glass of Rum right in front of you.

“You don’t need to drink that if you don’t want to.” He carefully spoke to you, as if he was trying to not scare you away.

“No, I think I need to. Tonight’s been a pretty crazy night.” You took a sip, the cold drink felt nice on your tongue.

He chuckled. “Yeah, tell me about it.”

“Oh, how crazy can it be for you? Isn’t this like, what you do, every night?”

“Yeah, but, you never really get used to it, you know? Sometimes you just wanna sit in the bar and have a nice talk with a pretty gal and hide in the booth or something.”

That… Warmed up your heart. Damn, if this is his way of flirting, it was truly working. You could see now why everyone was calling him ‘a charmer.’ He really had a way with words. And stares. His baby blues really know how to captivate you and froze you on spot.

“I’m Bucky, by the way.” He offered his hand to shake yours.

“I’m y/n.” You shook it with a smile.

“Did you like the show?” He asked.

“Gotta be honest with you, buddy, your music isn’t exactly my kind of music. But you guys were awesome.”

He paused for a moment as if he was contemplating what he was going to say next. “Think I got a little distracted up there.”

“Oh yeah? Why is that?”

“Cause there was this pretty lady in a red dress that I couldn’t take my eyes off of.” His gaze even grew more intense now. He was looking at you like you were the only thing in the room. Then his eyes darted to your lips, as he licked his. And before you knew it, he started inching his face closer to yours as he held his gaze on your plump, painted lips, while you could feel his breath more and more as the seconds went by.

And then… His lips were on yours. It’s like the clock just stopped ticking and every noise faded into the background and you were the only two people in the room. His lips felt soft against yours, and the way he licked your bottom lip made your head spin. You ajarred your mouth to let his tongue enter as it got tangled with yours.

You were aware that Nat, Clint and Steve who were having a conversation are now watching you like hawks, but you couldn’t care less. Not when Bucky’s hands grabbed your face, so he could have more control over your mouth. You were practically out of breath by the time he looked into your eyes, that are now slightly darker than a few seconds ago. He loved the sight of you, with your lips slightly swollen.

“Let’s go somewhere more secluded.” You could only nod and then took his hand after he offered you his as you got off the stool. He led the way and you couldn’t help but notice the glances that were thrown by several women along the way. They were staring at him with incontrovertible full of hunger eyes, one even shamelessly put her hand on his shoulder, as she coquettishly smiled at him. Bucky only smiled back and nodded at her but he kept walking with you in his hand.

Even if you were practically a pair, you felt invisible. Everyone’s eyes were on you, but not precisely on you. This must’ve been something normal to him, you thought. You weren’t used to big crowds and inundated with attention, and you weren’t used with unquestionably holding a stranger’s hand and letting him take you wherever he had in mind. But you did anyway, and you weren’t having second thoughts.

Bucky led you to the cramped lavatory and locked the door. The lack of space made it even harder for you to breathe when Bucky was this close to you. He pressed his body to yours, as he kissed you once more. Slowly, but you felt the spell in your bones. “All I could think about on stage was tasting those luscious lips.”

You were spellbound by his magic. You could barely speak another word when his baby blue eyes were looking at you so intensely like that. But you gathered every cell in your body to utter the words anyway, “do it again, then.” You boldly challenged him.

He grinned a Cheshire cat smile. He grabbed your face again and eagerly consume you with his mouth. He then moved his hands to the back of your thighs to elevate you onto the sink. He put his hand on your thigh and the other hand went to the back of your head as he grabbed a fistful of your hair, while still kissing you even deeper.

He pulled away to stare at your distraught state and asked the question, “can I touch you?”

You licked your lips, as you nodded. “Please.” His mouth was on yours again, as the hand that was on your thigh moved to the bottom your dress, delicately inserted his fingers to feel you against your red lace panties. You could feel yourself growing wetter and wetter as he motions his fingers in circle harder.

Your breath quickened. Your mind was getting hazy as the second passes by. The right strep of your dress had fallen off of your shoulder, and Bucky utilized that opportunity to pull down the other strap and he began groping your breast, tenderly pinching your nipple. That elicited a petite yelp out of you. He groped your breast once more as he was still toying with your nipple.

He began kissing your neck, shortly finding your sensitive spot as you threw your head back. You shuddered. Your hands grabbed his hair, wanting to feel him closer. “Bu- Bucky… Please. I need to feel you.”

You didn’t wait for his response and immediately lifted up his shirt. You were stunned by the sight under the dimmed light of the bathroom. Clothes really didn’t do this man any justice. He should never be allowed to wear any coverups, ever again now that you had seen him. He was sculpted by the Gods themselves. His biceps felt robust in your dainty hands and the V-shaped line on his hips led to somewhere you really wanted to wrap your lips around.

Your hands quickly zipped down his jeans and his boxer along with it, and you didn’t hesitate in feeling his throbbing member right there, right then. It felt tremendous in your trembling hands, and you felt it getting harder with every stoke of your palm.

“Oh, fuck, doll, don’t stop.” His voice was raspy in your ears. It was the sexiest goddamn sound you had ever heard.

“Yeah, just like that. Go faster, doll.” He sucked your earlobe and his hand fisted your hair, making a mess out of it. You didn’t mind one bit. You wanted to be a mess for him and only for him. You somehow still managed to pamper him with all the senses you had left, even if your mind was clouded with every part of him.

“Bucky, put it in me. Please.” You begged with a quavering voice.

“Your wish is my command, doll.” In a second, he pushed into you and it sent an electrifying jolt all over your nerves. You threw your head back in mingled pain and pleasure. He felt even more full now that he was fully seated inside you. He lifted you from the sink and pushed you to the wall on the opposite.

You circled your arms around his neck as your back was slammed against the concrete. Then Bucky began thrusting vigorously. You shut your eyes and moaned his name. Bucky, on the other hand, didn’t. He kept his eyes wide open to watch you with full attention. He loved seeing the way you were drunk in him. The way you forgot your name more and more every time he slammed back into you.

He loved the squelching noises ringing in his ears, better than the melody he was used to creating in the studio. The sound of your heartbeat was far more gratifying than the way Clint played his drum. Oh, how he could write an entire album solely about you in this state alone.

“You feel so good around me, doll. So. Fucking. Tight.” Your moans became louder with his filthy words in your ears.

“I’m gonna make you mine.” This time, his voice was sultry. It was rather beguiling than mortifying.

His hips kept moving and out of you with a vehement tempo, and then just like that, you crumbled. You screamed your pleasure, not caring if anyone could hear you. Bucky was still moving, trying to reach his own climax. Shortly, he was with you. He unleashed his cum deep inside you, adding the mess that was dripping all over your thighs.

You were a beautiful mess. And Bucky loved it.

After a few minutes, coming down from your high, you breathed into Bucky’s neck, not wanting for it to be over yet. You were a little scared that Bucky was going to walk out and pretend nothing ever happened between you. You didn’t know how many bathroom stalls Bucky had brought different women to and fucked them silly right there. You had a lot do unravel about him, yet, you weren’t certain whether he wanted to let you in or not.

“You okay?” Bucky whispered into your ear. You only nodded, still a little hazy from ecstasy.

“I’m gonna put you down now, yeah?”

“Okay.” He slowly set you on your feet, as he was still staring at your face. You leaned against the wall, trying not to collapse. Bucky picked up his shirt and put it back on along with his jeans and boxer.

“Let’s get out of here.” Bucky offered you his hand, like the gentleman that he was as if he hadn't just fucked you into oblivion in a public restroom.

You took his hand with a smile. You didn’t know what was going to happen after you walk out of the door, but you were going to savour every second of being in his arm if this was going to be last time you’ll ever see him.

You went home with a contented smile on your face. You were like a teenage girl who had just been asked to prom by her crush. How could you not, when Bucky offered to walk you home and left a kiss on your cheek before he called it a night?

Natasha was going to stay at Clint’s hotel, so you were supposed to walk home alone. You knew eventually this was going to happen but Natasha and Clint used it as a reason so Bucky and you would spend the night together too. You didn’t mind one bit, though. You wanted to elongate your time with Bucky and your wish was granted.

You offered him to come inside and stay for a little while, you were secretly hoping that you could go for the second round, but Bucky only chuckled and shook his head.

“Not tonight, doll. I ain’t that kinda man. And you need rest. But I’ll call you tomorrow, yeah?” Then you and Bucky exchanged your numbers and he waited until you were really gone from his sight.

You walked up to your dorm with butterflies in your stomach and sparks fly all trailing over your footsteps. Thank God, Natasha wasn’t here. If she were, she would’ve relentlessly teased you all night and made you admit that she was right to coerce you to come.

And you would’ve had to admit that she was right. And you didn’t like admitting that you were wrong.

But tonight, you were going to admit it to yourself though. Sometimes, doing something that frightens you the most would endue you in ways you couldn’t possibly imagine.

And you were going to thank your lucky stars tonight for embedding Natasha Romanoff in your life because, without her, you would’ve stayed in your shell and Bucky could’ve fucked someone else in that restroom instead of you.

That might’ve happened in another universe, but not tonight. Tonight it was you and you were really hoping that you were going to see him again in your dreams tonight. You had one taste of him and it wasn’t enough.

Bucky texted you not long after you took a shower.

“Dreaming of me, yet?” Wink emoji.

“Well, if I were, I wouldn’t be texting you right now, would I?”

“That’s true, but at least you’d be drenching your sheets because of me and I don’t think I have a problem with that.”

“I don’t need you to do that, maybe I can use some toys in my drawers tonight. They seem pretty bored.” Thinking emoji.

“Oh, doll, you are killing me here…” Drool emoji.

“You like it.”

“I do.”

“Goodnight, Bucky.”

“Goodnight, doll. Thinking of you here.”

You turned off your phone and the screen went black. You changed into your pyjamas and washed off the remnants of your makeup and let the slumber take over you.

Bucky’s face loomed over you, somewhere in a fancy balcony, the view of the city stretching over, added to the beauty of the scenery. He was wearing a navy blue suit with a white dress shirt and no tie. The first couple of buttons were unbuttoned, giving you a majestic picture that he was. His hands that were in his pockets, took yours as you exerted yours to him.

He leaned in with a bright smile under his stubbly face, his blue eyes sparkled like Sirius star.

“Fly with me, doll.”

“What if I fall?”

“Then I’ll catch you.”

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dreadpoetssociety · 4 years ago

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It’s Made Of Wood

TW: PTSD, flashback, kidnapping, torture

Request:

Okay so to give more detail to what I said in the submission asking if you had seen my request: I would like a reader who has PTSD after the fic you wrote about her getting kidnapped. Preferably pretty angsty but then Spencer comforts her please! (Also, I really like your writing and you’re super talented) 🥺🥺🥺

Note: I don’t know if this is an accurate depiction of PTSD at all, so I’m really sorry if it isn’t ! Also, sorry this took so long!! It’s kinda bad too but I tried AHAH

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Sister!Reader

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It’d been a few months since you’d decided to sneak out with some friends. Since you were taken. Since you were tortured. Since you watched a girl die. Since, since, since...

And although you tried to convince yourself and everyone around you that you were okay, you weren’t. It was months of night terrors, panic attacks, paranoia, blatant fear and trauma. While you somehow managed to hide it well, Spencer knew it was happening. He was a profiler after all. He could tell that on the few days he was home, you would stay awake all night to make sure he didn’t find out about how you wake up screaming every time you fall asleep. He noticed how you stopped drinking anything with caffeine as a way to try and keep your energy at bay, as a way to attempt (and fail) at trying to not have so much anxiety. He could see through your shiny smile. He saw every time you winced at a creak in the floorboards when you thought he wasn’t looking. He picked up on how often you seemed to apologize now, over anything and everything, as if you feared something was going to happen if you did something wrong.

Spencer just knew, but he couldn’t do anything about it. You were old enough to be autonomous, and as a part of your traumatic experience you completely shut him out. You refused his help, fought him on it, even.

But sometimes, there’s a breaking point, whether it be something small, or something huge.

You were sitting on the couch, waiting for your brother to come back from the bathroom during a commercial break. You didn’t often watch movies together, but he asked you as an attempt at trying to talk with you. You sat quietly, waiting for the movie to come back on. Outside you could hear a group of kids, most likely your age, seemingly messing around. You thought really nothing of it.

Until you heard a girl scream.

And that was all it took. You weren’t on the couch anymore. Spencer wasn’t nearby, it was dark, the ground was hard in cold, and all you could hear was screaming. You could see the girls you were held with sitting by you, you could practically feel them. You watched again in horror as your captor tortured the girl on the table. You took a deep breathe in, and he stopped. He turned towards you, looking you straight in the eyes. There was almost a staring contest between the two, except no matter how long you didn’t blink, he would win in the end. He began unstrapping the girl’s wrists and ankles, and threw her to the ground in the other room, to which she chained herself back up out of compliance.

And he turned to you. You screamed louder with every step he took.

“Please!” you sobbed, “Please, no! No! No! Don’t hurt me, I’ll be good, please!”

When Spencer had come out of the bathroom, he noticed you weren’t on the couch anymore. Walking closer, he saw you on the floor, with an expression similar to that of a deer in the headlights. Your eyes locked on the wall across from you, pooling with tears, your lungs sounding as if they would explode, the way your body was curled up into a ball. Spencer knew not to do anything sudden, and that you probably couldn’t even see him right now. He just had to figure out how to get you back.

“Y/N?” he came closer to you slowly, but worriedly.

“Please!” you bellowed.

“Y/N, it’s Spence-“

“Please, no! No! No! Don’t hurt me, I’ll be good, please!” you buried your head into your arms as if to protect yourself from him. Spencer understood who you were seeing, but he realized then that you were seeing your captor in his place. It broke his heart.

“Y/N, can you describe your surroundings?”

When you heard the man standing in front of you say that, you began to understand what was happening. Your surroundings, what were your surroundings? You could see the cellar around you, but you couldn’t if that makes any sense to anyone. You put your hand on the cement floor, but felt a sleek wooden plank beneath your palm.

“The floor is made of wood.” you made out between breaths, “It’s made of wood.”

“Yes, it’s made of wood. Anything else?”

“The air is colder here than the cellar.” you responded, calming down slightly, “There’s a window that doesn’t belong.”

It was the misplaced window that brought you back to reality and in vision of the real window of your apartment. Spencer wasn’t exactly close to you, but he was inching slowly.

“Spencer.”

“Yes, Y/N, it’s me. You’re safe now.”

You completely broke down there, “Spencer he’s everywhere I go, I can’t get rid of him.”

“I know, Y/N.”

“I don’t know what to do. Everything reminds me of him, of he girls, of that stupid cement floor. I know he’s gone but I swear he haunts me every day, it’s like he knows, too.”

“Y/N, you need to breathe, okay? Take a deep breathe with me.” Spencer counted a few times until your inconsistent and erratic breathing seemed to follow a schedule again, “I know you don’t want to hear this, but you don’t have to do this alone. It can’t go away if you just keep hiding it from me, Y/N. You need help, I know someone who could help you.”

“It’s just so embarrassing.” you whispered.

“Y/N, it’s not at all embarrassing.” he looked you dead in the eyes, “You can’t control something like that. It happens o so many people. It’s a result of trauma. Truthfully, I’d be incredible surprised and maybe worried if something like this didn’t happen. You aren’t doing it on purpose, and there’s nothing wrong with needing help, especially after being kidnapped. When Tobias kidnapped me, Y/N, it followed me for so long, and sometimes it still does. It’s not unnatural to have PTSD, but you need to ask for help.”

“I don’t want them to think I’m crazy, what if they send me somewhere?”

“Y/N, mental illnesses like these are not crazy. You aren’t crazy. You experienced something traumatic and this is the product. It’s okay not be alright, you just need to turn to someone. There are so many people out there who experience this, you’re not alone. It’s not weird or embarrassing or crazy.”

All you could do in response was nod. It was then that whatever movie you were watching finally flicked back on, and you had a quick laugh about its timing.

“For now, let’s get back to the movie, but tomorrow, we’re scheduling an appointment for you to go see someone, okay?”

“Okay, but can we have the extra butter popcorn this time? The crap you microwave is so dry.” you responded. He chuckled.

“Alright, just this once.” and he two of you eventually fell asleep on the couch, extra-butter popcorn still in hand.

#Criminal minds #criminal minds imagine #criminal minds oneshot #criminal minds x reader #spencer reid #dr spencer reid #dr reid #spencer reid x sister reader #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x y/n #sister reader #reid x reader #reid x you #reid x y/n #reid x sister reader #sister fic #criminal minds imagines #criminal minds oneshots

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toshisslut · 4 years ago

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Having a Black/AfricanAmerican GF

➤ HC, 1.4k words

➤ pairing: akaashi keiji x female reader, bokuto kotaro x female reader

➤ genre: fluff with a lil bit of angst

➤ warnings: lil bit of angst and implied racism

This was actually inspired by an account who did a hc about dating a latina.(i can’t remember who so if you know please let me know!) i thought it was super cute and also? idk, i’m just a black fan and i’d like to think about what it would be like dating them. sue me :P

Akaashi Keiji

So like, Keiji is already super down to earth and laid back so he takes everything in stride.

When you’re not with him he spends his time looking up cultural things so that he can understand you better

AAVE trips him up tho but that, too, he studies and researches bc he just wants to understand you better

Tbh he didn’t quite get your ThingTM about your hair but he’s not rude about it. Instead he just sits and listens to you when you talk about the teasing/trauma you went through about it

For a whole day he’s just silently mad bc “wtf, who teases someone about their hair like that? Why the hell would someone do that?”

“Babe, it’s okay.”

“It is absolutely not okay”

Cue soft yet angry keiji who hugs you tight and gives you kisses throughout the day, but when he’s not doing that he’s muttering to himself, cussing up a storm.

You’re nervous to meet his friends but like, he’s already beat it over their heads that if they say anything rude/offensive then he’s breaking their wrists and ankles

By accident he starts using your hair care stuff (he gets scolded bc that shit is expensive but once he starts pitching in to help you buy some he gets a pass)

Now y’all’s hair smells like cantu and coconut oil lmao

And THEN, of course, he starts using your skin cares stuff

“Your skin is just always so soft.” but what he doesn’t tell you is that he just loves the way you smell and him using your products is just a way for him to always be able to smell you

“Keiji,”You whine, “You’ve used up almost all of my conditioner again.”

“Not my fault it makes my hair feel nice.”

You roll your eyes but you aren’t mad. Not when he pitches in an equal, if not an even greater amount of money into your haircare and skincare budget. At first you assumed it was to be nice, but then you realized that he was most certainly using the products as well.

You reach over and run your fingers through his hair. It’s much straighter than yours, so he has to use a lot less of the product to avoid the risk of making his hair oily. But now, you assume, he must have found the right ratio between his own products and yours because his hair feels amazing.

Soft. Fluffy.

“No fair,”You say as you pout, flopping down beside him onto the couch. “You already have pretty lashes and smooth skin, now you’re using my products and getting better results than me.”

He wraps his arms around your waist and brings onto his lap, his work long since forgotten. “Sorry, baby.”

“Something tells me that you’re not really sorry.”

He’s not, but he doesn’t say that. Instead he buries his face into the place where your shoulder meets your neck. He takes in your scent and smiles, though his expression his hidden by the position the two of you are in.

“Keiji.”You whine, pouting still.

His smile grows wider. Yes, say his name more. He loves the way you say his name. The way it rolls off of your tongue. Your Japanese is getting better, but there’s still a cute little twang to your voice; specifically, when you say his name. (he hopes that never changes)

“Fine. How about I run us a bubble bath together, hm? Then we can do your skincare regimen together.”

You know that this is his way of getting to use your skincare stuff too, but he’s rubbing your back in soothing circles and the way his lips brush against your neck is distracting.

“Aren’t you...aren’t you worried that your friends will tease you for smelling like your girlfriend?”

He turns his head and kisses your jawline. “Not at all.”

Because really, he’s not. He’s never really cared when they teased him anyway, but he especially doesn’t care about them teasing him about this. He loves the way you smell. The way you feel. Your smile. Your laughter—everything about you really. Using your products helps him to carry your scent around with him, giving him a nice reminder throughout the day of you and everything about you that he adores.

Bokuto Kotaro

THIS boy

Oh my goodness

So like, Bokuto is just a people person. Super sociable and friendly

Y’all probably meet while he’s in the states for a game and he’s chilling, talking to Hinata and then boom, spits out his drink bc pretty lady

He’s not super shy when it comes to introducing himself but he doesn’t get your number right away and then gets into a slump

Was it the language barrier? Was it just that she doesn’t think I’m good looking?

Calls up Akaashi like “bro oh my goodness i met the love of my life but what if she just doesn’t want me :((“

And ofc Akaashi was asleep (bc time difference) and he’s irritated bc WHY ARE YOU SHOUTING AS SOON AS I ANSWER THE PHONE??? But he tries to be a good friend regardless and is just like “then study some english, dummy”

So Bokuto does

And like, he wasn’t the super best at studying in school but you bet your ass that he’s trying his damndest now

When y’all finally start dating he’s on cloud nine. Cutest boyfriend. Always showering you in compliments and affection

He doesn’t notice the stares that you two get from people (both Americans and Japanese folk alike) bc he’s just super heart eyes until one day and you’re just so uncomfortable. And he’s like “baby?? You okay??”

You try to explain to him that it’s because people are staring and he’s just like “well yeah, bc you’re hot? And so am I????”

Oh poor baby, he gets so upset when he finally gets what you mean. He’s so mad too bc like, who cares that y’all aren’t the same race? As long as you love each other because that’s what is supposed to be most important, right??

He gets super miffed about it but rather than going off on strangers every time it happens, he instead just turns to you to assure you that he loves you from the absolute bottom of his heart to the tippy top

“Bokuto-san, is that girl really your new girlfriend?”Asks one of the team’s athletic trainers.

Bokuto smiles with pride because why yes, y/n is his girlfriend and he is absolutely proud of it. You’re like sunshine to him. You make him so happy.

“Yeah,”He replies, “She is.”

The smile on his face fades when the trainer’s face scrunches up into a grimace. “Ahh, but Bokuto-san, you’re so popular in Japan. Do you really need a girl like her?”

You and Bokuto had been through this before. Some family members and some friends (could you two even call them friends at that point?) had made similar comments to the both of you. Some of them tried to be passive aggressive about it while others just straight up voiced their displeasure at your coupling.

It was none of their business though.

Not at all.

“And what is that supposed to mean?”He asks the trainer, standing to his full height of 6’2. He towers over the short man and stares him down. Waiting. He’s waiting for an answer but all the trainer can do is stutter and shake. “Oh come on, don’t go silent on me now. You had so much to say only a couple of seconds ago. Speak. Up.”

“I just meant...well, are you sure she’s a good look for you?”

That sets him off.

The conversation between the two of them had gone widely unnoticed by those in the room. That is, of course, until Bokuto was about to swing on him. Then chaos broke out. It took Atsumu and Oikawa to hold him back.

(Hinata tried but failed. He grabbed onto Bokuto’s arm but basically just had to hold on for dear life as Bokuto flung his arm about)

The athletic trainer gets fired because there’s no way Bokuto would ever even think about working with him again and, once he told his teammates about what happened, they stood behind him. (They like you a lot and they’ll be damned if you get talked about like that)

No one tells you anything but when Bokuto meets up with you that night for dinner, he hugs you a bit tighter and kisses you for just a bit longer.

Because, yeah, he may not care what other people say or think when it comes to your relationship, but you’re his #1. He’ll be damned if he lets anyone speak about you in his presence.

perhaps i’ll continue this as a series with other characters (or maybe even more oneshots? idk,,,lemme know!)

#akaashi keji x reader #akaashi x you #haikyuu akaashi #akaashi headcanons #bokuto kotaro x reader #bokuto x you #haikyuu bokuto #bokuto headcannons #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu x female reader #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #mine

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blackmissfrizzle · 5 years ago

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City Boy and His Country Girl- Part 2

Read Part 1

Characters: Erik Stevens x black!reader

Summary: Erik takes the reader to the shooting range and learns some interesting things.

Warnings: Language, a dash a violence, Fuckboi!Erik but mostly softboi!Erik, and mentions of smut

A/N: I’m loving this series, so I hope y’all enjoy!

Hanging out with Erik was a total shock. Back home you were used to people talking shit by dressing it up and making it seem like a compliment, but Erik, but Erik Stevens didn’t have no trouble speaking his mind.

If he didn’t like an idea you had for work it wasn’t a ‘Oh, it could be better.’ It was a ‘Texas, that shit fucking sucks. If you wanna beat them colonizers you need something better. Wake me up when you have something better.’

He had no filter on some of your outfits. “Y/N/N stop dressing like you about to go to the hoe down! This is New York City, dress like it!”

Sometimes you wanted to gouge his eyes out, but then you remembered whenever one of your coworkers insulted you, you didn’t break down and cry in the restroom, because Erik was already thickening your skin. You even found yourself snapping back at your coworkers when they tried you.

Then the self-defense training was a whole another beast! Erik was ruthless. He trained you like you were gonna join the ghost operation, he was a part of in the Navy. It didn’t matter if you just threw up, your ass better be ready, his words, not yours.

Also, it was pure torture, but not because of the physical pain. It was because somehow someway Erik always ended up naked. His raised scars were a little jarring at first, but once you got used to them, it added to his appeal.

Erik was an Adonis, a Greek statute in the living flesh. Half of the time you got knocked on your ass because you were too busy gawking at his body. Sometimes it felt like he knew you were staring because he would just smirk at you.

And then those damn gym shorts he’d be wearing, do nothing to hide his dick print. And what you could tell from it was that it was nothing to play with.

Today he was teaching you a new lesson: how to shoot. Little did he know that you had expert marksmanship. Daddy-daughter bonding with your dad was spent hunting, fishing, and shooting. Erik Stevens was in for a surprise.

“Texas, you need to keep your legs shoulder width apart and keep your feet planted,” Erik instructed, sticking his leg in between yours, forcing you into the stance.

Having him this dangerously close to you made you tremble. His scent was intoxicating and having his hard body pressed against you made you want to lean back into him and stay there.

“Damn girl! You shaking like a damn leaf, you scared or something?” Erik joked, knowing him pressing himself against you had you shaking like that. Every time he trained you, he noticed the lust in your eyes. That’s why he always took off his shirt and wore his grey sweats. One time he caught you looking at his print when you thought he wasn’t paying attention and he made his dick jump to mess with you. The little gasp you made in reaction almost had you flat on the mat while Erik had your ankles up to your ears and deep in that puss.

“No,” you said, snatching the gun off the counter. “Can we start now,” you asked, annoyed at how easily Erik affected you.

Erik raised his hands in surrender. “Damn, my bad. Remember if you miss more than five, you gotta cook me some of your bomb ass fried chicken.” Erik reminded you of the bet before pressing the button.

The targets popped up instantly and for the first time in a while you felt like you were home. Effortlessly, you hit each bullseye, leaving you wanting for more.

Facing Erik, he was standing there slacked jaw. This was the first time you had him at a loss for words and you were gonna enjoy it. “Huh, you quiet now, Oakland,” you cuffed your hand around your ear. Teasing him some more you began crunk dancing in his space. “I can’t hear you, Stevens!”

Erik was doing his best not to laugh at your silliness. He still wanted to pretend that he was mad at you, but it was proving to be harder by the minute. “Girl calm your silly ass down! You had me go through all that, just for you to breeze through like you were the one in the military. What about my fried chicken? You know a nigga hungry!”

“Boy, stop being a cry baby,” you smacked your lips. “That’s what you get for assuming shit and I wasn’t gonna leave you hanging. I know them hoes ain’t feeding your greedy ass.”

Digging for his keys in his pocket, Erik grabbed your hand and rushed the two of you out the building. “Shit lets go then! A nigga hungry!”

“Ole greedy ass,” you mumbled, letting Erik shove you into his loud ass yellow, McLaren 570s.

Erik was tearing into his plate. The only time he got a home cooked meal was with Y/N or with his aunt and cousins, which was traditional Wakandan food. So when he got some soul food he had to savor it.

“So, Texas, tell me why you so good at shooting?” Erik asked you, when he finally stopped eating to drink some sweet tea.

“My daddy used to take me out back all the time and we practiced shooting. You should see me with a shotgun.”

“Makes sense,” Erik nodded his head, thinking on how you were raised in the south. “Y/N, lemme ask you something. Its been on my mind for a while.”

Dropping your fork of mashed potatoes, you responded with worry at the seriousness of Erik’s tone, “What is it, Erik?”

“You call anyone else daddy besides your dad?”

It took awhile to catch his drift, but when you did you threw a roll at his face, which he caught with his mouth. “Ewww, no! What the hell is wrong withch yo nasty ass?”

Erik busted out laughing, causing the roll to fall out of his mouth. He had inkling that you never did before, but he loved messing with you. “Awww, c’mon on ma, you ain’t have a nigga give you some dick that you couldn’t call him nothing but daddy?” He asked, licking his lips and tilting his head looking at you curiously.

You couldn’t handle the warm feeling Erik was causing to your little bundle of nerves, so a quick diversion was needed. Resorting to your old childish antics, you stuck a finger in each of your ears and yelled, “La la la la la la la la la la.”

Taking hold of each of your wrists, Erik pulled your fingers out of your ears. “Girl grow up! Why you always shying away from talking about sex?”

“Because it’s unlady like and you not my man, Mr. Stevens.” Talking sex was a regular with your friends on girl’s night and it could get graphic, but something told you talking about sex with Erik was whole another thing.

Off rip, Erik sensed you were an undercover freak, you just needed the right person to bring it out. “Man, I don’t need to be your man to give you that good daddy dick,” Erik said, smiling, clasping his hands behind his head so you could admire his biceps.

Rolling your eyes, you got up from your seat and grabbed both of y’all plates and went to the sink. “My mama warned me about men like you, Erik Stevens.”

Getting up from his seat, Erik crept behind you, caging you in between him and the sink. “Princess, I promise there ain’t no men like me,” Erik whispered.

“Shit, Erik! Stop scaring me like that!” You yelled at him, trying your best to calm your nerves.

“My bad, ma.” Erik apologized while he took the dirty plate out your hand and bumped you with his hip to move you out of the way so he could finish the dishes.

Taking this blessing you jumped on the counter besides Erik to keep him company. At this angle you had the perfect view of his profile. Erik had the most beautiful skin, smooth and rich. He was probably one of those lucky niggas who only used soap and water on his face while you had to use fifty-eleven million products just not to get one pimple.

Right now, studying him you didn’t realize how attracted you were to his jaw. Your favorite thing was when he was deep in concentration like now or when he was annoyed, his jaw would clench, and you swore you do anything for that man.

Feeling you stare at him, but wanting to lay off on the teasing, Erik asked you a question. “So, what type of men like me did Mrs. Y/L/N warn you about?”

“Silver tongued devils that make women lose all common sense.”

Flicking his tongue suggestively, Erik answered, “I gotta admit this tongue is talented.”

Smacking him on the back of his neck, you mumbled, “Nasty ass.”

“All you gotta do is ask, ma. You don’t have to revert to elementary days to show that you like me,” Erik joked, rubbing the back of his neck with a sudsy hand.

Ignoring his comment, you changed the subject before you do something stupid and ask him to show you how talented his tongue is. “Enough talking about me. How’s the work project going?”

“Oh, it’s dope, Texas! I feel like a slacker with the kids coming up with all the ideas. All I’m doing is the actual production of the filtration system.” Erik face lit up as he went on to explain how the kids at the Outreach Center were coming up with ideas for a water filter for Flint.

The way Erik got hyped about the kids he was helping, told you he’d be an excellent father. Before your brain could dream up what you and his nonexistent children would look like his phone pinged.

Since he was busy washing dishes, Erik asked you to get it. “Oooooo, it’s a text from Ashley.”

“Which one,” he asked absentmindedly.

Rolling your eyes, you forgot that Erik had a roster of girls. “She’s got a diamond emoji next to her name.”

“Ohhh, Anal Ashley. What she want?”

Shaking your head at his fuckboy tendencies you read the text in a ditzy but sultry tone. “Daddy, I need you.”

At the sound of your voice saying daddy, Erik almost broke the glass he was washing. He would have to remember that for a later date. “See, you can call a nigga daddy. And tell her I’m busy.”

“No, I can’t. I was just getting into character. And nigga, no you not!”

Erik finished washing the last dish and then dried his hands with a towel. “I’m hanging out with my bestie. Ain’t that doing something?”

Even though you didn’t want him to go, you needed him to go. Or those feelings you were ignoring were gonna grow deeper. “You can hangout with me anytime. Go see one of your hoes. You know you get cranky when you haven’t had sex in awhile.”

There was no way Erik wanted trade time with you with some random girl for meaningless sex and meaningless conversation. But he also had a painful erection since he heard you read that text and he didn’t want to push up on you that hard. A poor substitution would have to do. “You sure?”

“Yeah, I’m about to watch Real Housewives of Atlanta guilt free without you judging me.” Whenever you put it on, Erik would grumble and complain about you watching trash tv.

Grabbing his keys, Erik walked to the door and you followed. “A’ight, imma head out. Lock this door as soon as I head out.” Erik commanded you, knowing you had a tendency to forget to lock your door.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Can you go now? Nene is calling my name.”

Before leaving, Erik kissed your cheek and bid you goodbye. Taking in that he kissed you, you floated to the couch, daydreaming about the man, forgetting to lock the door.

“Y/N, LOCK THIS DAMN DOOR!” Erik furious voice broke your daydream.

“Go away, Erik! Nobody’s gonna rob me while I’m here.” You yelled back, not moving an inch from your couch.

“I’m not leaving until you get your country bumpkin ass up and lock this door, deadass!”

Grumbling you got up and locked the door. “Happy now?!”

“Thank you! Imma hit you up when I’m done.” Erik told you.

Returning to your couch, you turned on your tv and tried not to think about how Erik was having sex with some one other than you.

—

“It happens to everyone, Daddy. Let’s watch some tv.” Ashley suggested, reaching for her remote with one hand and stroking his arm with another.

Erik couldn’t believe he couldn’t get it up. Especially with help from the henny.

Ashley was a beautiful girl, no doubt. A redbone version of Naomi Campbell with the attitude to match for no apparent reason, but that never stopped him before.

The thing was she wasn’t you. When Erik had his eyes closed, he could pretend it was you sucking him up, but once his eyes opened and he saw Ashley he instantly went soft.

“Nah, imma head out instead,” Erik said, lifting up from the couch.

Tugging his arm, Ashley pulled Erik back to his seat. “No, stay.”

“Listen, Ash, to be honest I don’t think this,” Erik motioned between him and Ashley. “is gonna work. I’m ending this tonight.”

Ashley’s mood changed. “It’s because of that cow you’re always posting on your snap, huh?” She said, referring to you.

Lunging across the couch, Erik’s hands wrapped around Ashley’s throat. His hands choked her tight enough to let her know he meant business but not too tight to do any damage.

“Don’t you ever fucking disrespect her like that again!” He warned through gritted teeth.

“Now Killmonger wants to come out to play! Get your crazy ass out my house!”

Erik shoved her into the couch before he hopped up. “Lose my fucking number too! I don’t wanna hear from your ignorant ass anymore.”

“Nobody wants a limped ass dick nigga anyway! Good riddance!” Ashley shouted as Erik slammed the door.

While he was walking to his car, Erik texted the one person who he knew still be up.

MSG ERIK: Hey, I’m on my way over so get ready because we ain’t watching that RHOA shit. We watching The Godfather.

MSG Y/N: Already??? Damn Oakland, I didn’t know you were a minute man 😂 and who tf you think you are??? This my house and we’ll watch whatever I want PERIODT!

MSG ERIK: Girl, don’t play with me before I have to make an example of you 💪🏾 and like I said we watching The Godfather.

MSG Y/N: 🙄🙄🙄 whatever. I’ll leave the door unlocked.

MSG ERIK: Y/N KEEP THAT DOOR FUCKING LOCKED!

You read his message but didn’t reply. Erik hated being left on read. Happily, you skipped to unlock your door, knowing that was one more thing to piss off your bestie.

Sliding into his driver’s seat, Erik double checked his phone to see if he was reading it correctly. It said you read his last message, but you didn’t reply.

“This little girl really left me on read. Imma get her ass and that door better be locked when I get there,” Erik mumbled to himself while securing himself.

Soon as the car roared to life, Erik sped down the streets of New York rushing to get to the one woman who made him want to pull his hair out and cuddle her at the same time.

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angst-fairygodmother · 4 years ago

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I loooooove your writing, and I was wondering if you could possibly write one for dad!diego? Like maybe the reader comes home from a late night shift and Diego is trying to calm down their baby daughter but it isn’t working and he freaks out? (And maybe his stutter comes back for a guest appearance?) and so after the reader calms down the baby she has to reassure him that he’s awesome and perfect and lovable and caring and it’s fluffy as hell? Love you the most💕💕

A/N: alright, I have to admit, as much as I was hesitant to write them at first, Dad!Diego fics have really wormed their way into my heart. I hope you enjoy this one Nonny! Word Count: 979 Content Warnings: baby, self pity, one mild swear

It wasn’t often that you were the one coming home near midnight, and not Diego, but when one of your coworkers had an accident and had to call out, he had agreed for one night to stay home from vigilante-ing so you could fill in for her. After all, he rationed, he helped you care for Maggie all the time, surely one night of doing it on his own would be a piece of cake.

But of course, it wasn’t anywhere near that easy. It seemed like within an hour of you leaving, Maggie had decided that all she wanted to do was cry. He tried to feed her dinner, she wailed. He tried to burp her, she nearly blew his eardrum out. He bounced her on his knee, singing the little ditties to her that Grace used to sing to all of them when they had nightmares, usually one of her favorite things, nothing but tears. He finally got her settled in for the night, breathing a sigh of relief, but not an hour later she was crying again.

By the time you came home, he was at his wit’s end, close to tears himself as he hummed and rocked and practically begged her to go back to sleep. Her little body felt feverish against his skin, even through his t-shirt, where she rested against his chest and he didn’t know whether it was because of the constant crying or if that was the cause, and honestly it scared him.

He heard the door open, signaling your return, and practically collapsed with relief.

“Y/N!” he called out to you, desperation tinging his voice as he rounded the doorway to meet you in the hall.

You took in the sight of your frazzled husband and crying daughter, and instantly your bag and coat hit the floor so you could go to them.

“What happened?” you asked, voice soft and full of concern. “What’s wrong?”

“I-I d-don’t know,” he moaned, defeated and probably almost as distressed as she was at this point. “S-sh-sh-she won’t st-t-t-op crying. No m-matter what I do…”

“Here,” you said, holding your arms out for Maggie. “Let me see what I can do…”

He looks like a kicked puppy as he hands her over, utterly deflated, and you begin to bounce and shush her. It took you about 20 minutes before you finally discover the problem and, taking care of it, finally get her to bed. Walking out of the nursery and shutting the door behind you as quietly as you could, you sought out your husband, one more looming crisis to settle before the night is over. You found him, shoulders slumped and head bowed, held between his hands as his elbows rested on his knees, on the couch.

“Diego?” you whispered, not wanting to startle him.

His head whipped up at the sign of your voice and your heart broke at the sight of the tears in his eyes.

“I’mmmm a f-f-failure,” he stuttered. You had never heard him this bad before.

“No, baby, no. You’re not.”

“I’m a b-bad father. Just l-l-like mine.”

“Hey,” you hiss. “I will not have anyone disparaging my husband like that. A pity party is one thing, but don’t you dare ever compare yourself to him. That bastard is not worth even a fraction of you. You are an incredible father, and you love that little girl more than the world.” You sighed. “I wish you could see what I see, baby.”

Sinking down to sit beside him, you held your arms open, letting him lay against your chest and held him as he began to cry again. You ran fingers soothingly through his hair, getting long again these days (not that you minded, though he sometimes did when Maggie got her little fists into those tresses), humming softly to him, unbeknownst to you the same song he had been humming to your daughter.

“How can you say that I’m a good father when I couldn’t even take care of her for one night by myself?” he asked as he pulled back to look at you, voice stutter-y with little hiccups from his tears.

You tilted your head to one side, looking at him a little incredulously. “You had one bad night. That doesn’t make you a bad father. It would have been just as much a struggle for me, since she’s apparently teething months ahead of time.”

He looked at you in surprise. “What?”

“Yeah. All that screaming was because her gums hurt like the devil. I only figured it out because she got my finger in her mouth and those little nubs really dug into the nail bed.” You held out your thumb with a dramatic pout as if to show him the nonexistent mark your daughter had left.

Eyes wide and suddenly sparkling, he laughed. “I thought I had done something wrong.”

“Nope. Not unless this early tooth production is from your side of the gene pool,” you laughed.

He leaned in to kiss you softly, hands cupping your cheeks as yours curled around his neck. He pressed closer, tongue trailing over your lip in askance and tilting you back against the couch, hovering over you, as you let him in and hooked one ankle around his waist.

“What would I do without you?” he asked when you paused for breath.

You shrugged. “It doesn’t matter, because we never have to find out.”

He stared lovingly down at you.

“Now what do you say you stop goggling at me and seize the opportunity we have.”

He raised furrowed his brow in confusion.

“She’ll be out like a light for a couple of hours and I was thinking…maybe we should give her a little sibling?”

His mouth dropped open, stunned, before he shot you a wicked smirk and his lips descended hungrily onto yours once more.

#Dad!Diego #reader insert #Diego Hargreeves x Reader #don't ask me why the baby's name is Maggie I just like it #a little on the short side but I think it works out nicely #The Umbrella Academy fic #I know nothing about babies except that their little toothy nubs on the bed of a nail are the most painful thing ever #(and I only know that because my one year old niece was teething and my finger was the ONLY thing that kept her from screaming #all the way through my grandmother's funeral a few years ago)#also that teething babies scream a lot and are prone to fevers and infections

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supposed2bfunny · 5 years ago

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2doc Week Day 4-Song Machine

It’s cloudy.

No, cloudy denotes clouds. Smoggy, then. All car exhaust and factory fumes. The water is still, but there’s enough movement that the waves slap against the side of the boat every so often, resulting in a familiar, pleasant, wet sound.

Murdoc lies on his back, hands folded atop his chest, ankles crossed, staring at the bright spot where the sun is attempting to bore its way through the grayish sky.

He and 2D have been sitting in the boat in silence, though the singer has been moving enough for the two of them, playing with his sailor’s cap, untying his neckerchief and stuffing it into his pocket, scratching his ankle, lighting a cigarette and ultimately flicking it into the water.

“So this is it, huh?” Murdoc asks at length when he gets sick of watching 2D struggling in his periphery.

“What?”

“This is what I missed out on?”

“Well I mean, it’s a little more fun when you’re driving around fast-like, but the sound of the motor gives me a headache. And it was fun with Damon too; he’s fun.”

“Yeah. Love that bloke,” he deadpans.

“Murdoc. Do you feel better now?”

“I feel like a million bucks, mate, never better, I haven’t felt this spry since that doctor prescribed me all that Vicodin when I slipped a disk lifting Noodle’s amp—”

“Muds.”

2D shifts, looks down at him, and when their eyes meet, Murdoc is forced to confront the fact that yes, they’re here for him. To humor him the way a parent humors a child after a particularly vicious meltdown. “Well, look at it like this: what did you think taking me out here on the boat after the fact was going to accomplish, sunshine?”

“I brought you here to make it up to you, you nob. Because you made such stink about not being invited last time even though you could have come along if you’d only asked, had my damn phone on me.”

“Stu, you can’t recreate an event that’s already passed by bringing me here like it’s a bloody date.”

He stretches his foot out, knocks it against Murdoc’s shoulder. “You sure? A date on a boat sounds kind of romantic.”

Murdoc sighs and hoists himself up into a sitting position: the garish lighting is hurting his eyes: he wishes he’d thought to pack sunglasses. He can only imagine what kind of migraine the bright glare is going to trigger for 2D. But now isn’t the time to play mother hen. “Does it? Cuz you don’t look nearly as relaxed or happy as you did in that Désolé video, mate.”

He draws his foot back, knees folding in towards his chest. “Muds, look. I’m allowed to have fun without you. There’s no rule stating that I can’t. We’ve talked about the importance of autonomy.”

“And I’ve also expressed my disdain for that bloody word. I’m too old to bother being my own person: I just want a little of whatever you’re doing.”

“So that’s how you really feel, huh?” he snaps, jumping to his feet. “Muds, how many times do we have to have this argument? That’s not healthy!”

“Neither is smoking, Faceache! Neither is drinking half my weight in forty proof before noon! Neither is dating me, so if you don’t want to deal with it, then tell me to fuck off, same way you did when you all fucked off through that portal without me!”

2D reaches up to rub his temples, almost knocking his captain’s hat off his head. It’s never as simple as Murdoc sitting down and confessing that he’s been hurt: it’s always violent waves, outbursts cresting until they crash against the shore. He brought Murdoc out here to see what all the fuss was about cruising around on Lake Como, but now he understands: Murdoc is more like the water than he is like a captain. He is aqueous, ever moving, flowing from areas of high pressure, knocking 2D to and fro as he attempts to feel settled, grounded. The solution to understanding him is seldom obvious at first glance, because his very nature is to change his tune like an ebbing and flowing tide.

This entire outburst was never a matter of feeling left-out, it’s been paranoia from the start, Murdoc’s absurd fear that his own band is set to leave him behind one day, that same paranoia he’s been nursing since The Now Now took off while he was in prison.

“I’m sorry,” 2D says. It used to be hard to say those words. He’s learning to push them out more often, especially because that small concession is, more often than not, enough to start soothing Murdoc. “I guess we both thought we were going to get something different by coming here. Muds, what I did was fly all the way back to Italy to sit on a stupid boat with you for the day. It was probably stupid of me to assume that you were going to have a good time here—”

“‘Stupid’ is a damn gargantuan understatement if you ask me,” he grumbles.

“Don’t interrupt! Look, I didn’t come here for a fun, magical time with you, you cranky old man. I came here to prove a point.”

Murdoc looks at him warily. “And what, my blue-hued compatriot, is it?”

A suave, quick-witted man would be able to weave together an elaborate story on the spot. Hell, if he were even adequately sharp with words, he’d be able to lay on the charm, distract Murdoc from the tension and the muggy heat and the miserable sun glaring down through all that pollution. The longer he stares at Murdoc’s tired features, though, the more it dawns on him that he doesn’t need to do that. He has something much more valuable: the truth.

“I did all this shit to prove to you that you’re worth it.”

Murdoc snorts. “Wow, so even you admit it was a crap trip then. Sorry to waste a full day of your time with my selfish needs, Stu.” He makes sure that his bitterness comes across acrid enough to drown out any traitorous hurt that leaks into his voice. He’s getting weaker around Stu; words slip out unbidden almost every day, truths he doesn’t need anyone knowing, feelings and fears that he’s spent his life concealing easily behind his bigger-than-bigger-than-Jesus personality. Honesty with his feelings around Stu has rapidly evolved into an unconscious mechanism, one he now has to strategize to neutralize at every turn. “Really don’t know why you spent money on a flight, all that time packing, renting the same damn boat, even, if you didn’t want to fucking do it. You’re a real headcase, y’know that?”

“You done with the pity party?” 2D asks. “Because you’re misunderstanding. I did all this, and I would have done anything else, to prove to you that at the drop of a hat, I’ll re-create any part of my life to put you in it beside me.”

There’s a familiar clenching feeling in his chest, a tightness. Dread. Sometimes he feels it when 2D starts to make him hopeful too, because hope is a dangerous bit of deception that leads to disappointment. Cousins, the two sentiments are. Or even twins. He hates hope as much as he hates dread: he’s not about to fall for that shit, no way—“Dents. What were you just saying about our codependency being unhealthy? Those don’t sound like the words of someone autonomous: best check yourself or your therapist is going to give you a right spanking.”

The singer smiles, knowing that he has Murdoc now. His attention, his optimism. It’s all there, in his grasp if he can make like the boat, rock with the waves but remain steady, solid. “You’re wrong,” he says. “I won’t apologize for having come out to have some fun in February. We’ve told you why we didn’t trust you with the portal, but I still would’ve brought you along if I’d known how upset you were going to get. I had every right to have a good time with friends, but I am sorry that it sent you into one of your spirals, thinking I was rejecting you. Never, Murdoc. I would never. So here’s my compromise: for the moments you feel scared, instead of me trying to go back and re-create the past with you, let’s just make our own memories. Sound good?”

The bassist stares at him, dumbfounded. “Are you angry?” he finally asks. “That I’m being so selfish? Where’s your spine, Dents, your bloody vitriol?”

“You’ve always been a selfish prick: bit used to it by now.”

“But…but this flies in the face of all that shit about being more individualistic and—”

“Muds, I’m still going to spend time away from you,” he clarifies. “Have fun with Noods and Russ, might even give Ace a ring one of these days—”

“Oh sweet Satan, don’t call that idiot—”

“My point is, I’ll still do all those things. And then when I get back from my time away from you, whether you’ve done something productive with your life while I was gone, or just sat by the window waiting for me to get home, then we can do something nice too, maybe not a boat ride in Italy, maybe just like, having a few pints down at the Cock and Trowel, or going shopping, or trying that new cafe that opened up in SoHo to see how their pancakes rank on our Definitive List of Pancake Places—”

He’s interrupted by Murdoc lunging forward, arms going around his middle and head slamming into his chest. He grunts, hugs him back as the boat rocks with their sudden movement.

“How?” he mutters. “How are you always so nice to me? Every time I go and muck things up and say horrible things and tell you to break it off with me—”

“You’re a little dramatic,” 2D admits, nuzzling his chin against the thick hair pressed just below his head. “Pretty sure you told me I should call it off when you broke my favorite mug last week. It’s uh, not great. But I think when you say shit like that, it shows me that you really care about our relationship, that you value me, and you’re scared that I’m valuing you too much, because you don’t feel like you deserve it. I’m learning to understand when you’re just asking for help, idiot.”

“You really do spend way too much time with your therapist, Stu.”

“I’m not wrong, am I?” he teases, holding the older man closer, triumphant. “Stop throwing shit fits. Stop assuming everything I do is an attempt to push you away, and start looking at my behavior for what it is: a bloke who’s gone utterly mental and will fly you out to Italy at a moment’s notice to try and cheer you up after I saw you cry a little bit.”

Murdoc steels himself in 2D’s arms, braces himself to put forth the question he needs to ask. “And what do you get in return then, Romeo?”

“That bit’s obvious, Murdoc. I get to see you happy. That’s what makes me happy. I love you, remember?”

“I…” the words die on Murdoc’s tongue. What is there to say to that? He wants to talk 2D out of this…he knows he should. He’s being let off the hook because this idiot is convinced that they can keep going forward, that he somehow deserves 2D’s patience and love, even when he’s getting caught up in his own Twitter lies. Yet the singer’s words are guiding him out to sea, pulling him away with the strength of a rip current, and all he can do is succumb. It’s what he wants to hear. Maybe a part of 2D even believes these words himself, however ludicrous they are. “I…you already know how I feel about you.”

“Say it, twat. Or else I’ll keep you here on this lake all day just to torture you!” “Alright, alright, no need to get so Medieval on me! I love you, okay, Stu? I act out and cause a scene, and then I don’t even thank you for the impromptu Désolé 2.0 because I’m a shit, but I love you all the same. Maybe even a little more because you just keep…tolerating me. Happy?”

“Yeah,” he presses a kiss to the top of his head, and his tone tells Murdoc that he’s smiling. “So let’s go back to England, okay? This lake is pretty boring honestly.”

“It is dreadful, yeah.”

“Oh, while we’re here, maybe we should stop for pizza! Or some spaghetti or something?”

“Dents, we’re practically in Switzerland,” he laughs. “Why not hop the border and—wait, that’s it! I know the perfect spa we can go to together! Ever soak in a hot spring? It’ll change your life.”

“That sounds perfect!” he says. “Let’s dock this baby and get going—” he releases Murdoc and, ever-ungraceful, he stumbles as he makes his way towards the front of the boat. He yelps as his leg catches on the edge of the boat and his vision swirls first with the sights of the houses along the shore giving way to sky, and then the sky blurring as he hits water and starts sinking.

For just a moment, he processes everything as though it’s happening in slow motion, taking in the fact that his nice sailor’s outfit is surely ruined, that the water is colder than he expected it to be, wondering if any sea monsters lurk beneath the lake’s surface as he looks straight down into the black depths below him.

Then comes the irony. Yes, this is what time with Murdoc is like: filled with twists and unpredictable tumbles. Murdoc’s self-doubt and fears are still somewhat new to him: he’s spent most of his life assuming the man was fearless, only to learn that the bravado was a mask, that he’d been one of the few idiots to fall for it so completely. It’s something they must continue to work on, the selfishness, the manipulative words and the self-destructive explosions that follow them in Murdoc’s unhealthy attempts to self-punish.

How peaceful it is underwater, though. How familiar, this sensation, and how safe he feels.

His eyes have closed at some point to better absorb the feeling of being submerged, but he perceives motion right in front of him, bubbles.

Arms come around his waist, and he knows Murdoc has leapt in after him, that he means to swim to the surface, pull them both up onto the boat. He isn’t ready to come up just yet. Instead, he leans forward, presses his lips to Murdoc’s.

In the middle of the water, in the middle of a foreign country, they come together, holding one another tight, safe and soundless in the protective peace beneath the ever-lapping waves.

He always feels so complete like this, so blessedly whole when the warmth of Murdoc’s body is pressed flush against him. Time always seems to vanish in these moments as they share the last fo their breath, hair dancing around their heads like halos, bodies undulating with the motion of the water. For the first time that day, he feels calm.

#2doc #2doc week #2doc week day 4 #2doc week 2020 #niccalpot #2doc fanfiction #ooh this one is rushed but it was fun to write!

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marvella15 · 4 years ago

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Astaire & Rogers Rewatch Part 10: The Barkleys of Broadway

• So here’s the story. Fred Astaire tried to retire. He’d been performing his entire life and he was ready to finally retire. In 1946, he did Blue Skies, which was meant to be his farewell picture. Then two years went by. Meanwhile, Gene Kelly was on the rise. He was booked to do a film with Judy Garland. Then he broke his ankle.

Kelly was extremely competitive and he and his wife often hosted volleyball games at their house. He either broke his ankle while playing or, as one story goes, he was so mad at having lost, he stamped his foot on the doorstep and injured himself.

• Kelly couldn’t do Easter Parade with Garland. So he called up Astaire and basically was like, please help me. Astaire agreed and had such a fabulous time with Garland and the film was such a success that the studio immediately wanted to pair them up again. But then, Garland’s health precluded her from doing The Barkleys of Broadway.

• So Astaire called up Ginger Rogers and said, hey how about we reunite for the first time on screen in ten years? And although she’d essentially stopped doing musicals at all, she agreed. And so we have The Barkleys of Broadway as the final Astaire/Rogers film and their only one in color.

• Our characters/actor: Josh Barkley (Fred Astaire), Dinah Barkley (Ginger Rogers), Ezra Miller (Oscar Levant), Jacques Barredout (Jacques François)

• Right off the bat, this movie makes a dumb decision. They put the credits over Astaire and Rogers dancing. (You can see this routine minus the credits as part of That’s Entertainment 3.)

• One of the critiques of this film is that Rogers was no longer the lithe young dancer from her and Astaire’s heyday. And to that I say: shut up. Heaven forbid she have, quite frankly, a healthier and stronger look to her than she did ten years prior when she was working herself to the bone and routinely losing 10-15 pounds from all of the dancing. I support her healthier look, lifestyle, and the ice cream she was surely enjoying from her custom home bar.

• The main tension of the story is that Josh is essentially credited with all of Dinah’s success because he “made her what she was.” This was a real-life argument reporters of the day made about the Astaire/Rogers partnership, casting her as the brainless actress whom Astaire molded into the perfect dance partner. Which is incorrect in every sense, as we’ve seen in these past nine films.

The bickering between the Barkleys is also likely poking fun at another frequent and false report about Astaire and Rogers, which is that they hated each other and regularly fought while making their films. They had their squabbles, of course, such as the feather dress affair, but from all first-hand accounts, they got along extremely well and spent most of their time during rehearsal and filming having an incredible amount of fun.

• I adore how they cuddle up in the car. There’s so little physical affection in Astaire/Rogers films outside of the dancing that every moment of it feels like a treat. It’s slightly ruined by a rough cut, which includes the magical appearance of a lit cigarette in Josh’s hand.

• Josh doesn’t fight fair at all. While Dinah insists on knowing what “detail” wasn’t perfect in the show, Josh doesn’t allow her to respond to his criticism. So she’s left simply to stew in anger and hurt feelings.

He does apologize to her soon after and they seem to make up. But as we know, the same issues will resurface again and again for them because if you don’t ever have a fair, honest conversation about your problems, they don’t ever go away.

• I have to point out how Astaire looks at her adoringly after Josh’s apology. I also love the way she hooks her fingers into the lapels of his suit. It’s a small gesture of affection only borne out of being comfortable with someone. I’d be surprised to learn that action was in the script.

• See, when you don’t have an actual conversation with your partner you end up freezing and starving out on the balcony at a party while a snobby, elitist playwright gives them the attention and thoughtful feedback they crave.

• Oscar Levant always plays a version of himself in every film and he does a great job of it. When you can play piano that well, there’s no need to do a lot of heavy lifting in your acting.

• Astaire and Rogers do a really fabulous job of portraying a married couple famous for their dancing but who are also major drama queens. For example, this line from Josh, “What with walking pneumonia and concussion a fine performance I’ll give tomorrow night.”

• Some light domestic violence humor here in 1949. 😒

• Dinah hums in pleasure after Josh surprises her with a kiss and I just can’t say for sure whether that’s acting or not…

• "You'd Be Hard to Replace" is another lovely song that I really enjoy hearing Astaire sing. I also really like how Rogers caresses his elbow when they hold each other’s arms. When he wraps her in his arms from behind, their hands knead one another’s.

They kiss again at the end of this song. There are so, so many kisses in this movie.

• "Bouncin' the Blues" is a great tap number and they both look excellent in it. The only thing that I find a tad grating is Astaire’s exclamations, which seem too manufactured (maybe because some of them are dubbed in?). Far better is the moment when they reach out to link hands and both look like they’re having a blast. For that instant, there’s a hint of that special Astaire/Rogers magic.

• The artwork in tribute to Josh and Dinah is atrocious, misogynistic, and rude. The artist calls her a ball of shapeless dough only formed into being by her husband, the frying pan.

• "My One and Only Highland Fling" is… an interesting choice. Was anyone looking for Astaire and Rogers to sing in Scottish accents or dance in kilts?? The kisses on the cheek are cute though and so is their interaction after the number in their dressing room.

• They look pretty fab while playing tennis during their weekend in the country. When they make plans to meet up for dinner, they say goodbye with kisses on the cheek. To me, those natural moments between them are the best parts of the movie.

• Omg I totally forgot about the part where Dinah pretends to be faint so Josh sends Ezra to bring her some brandy and Ezra returns with the ENTIRE drink tray with four massive bottles and glasses hahahaha

• Not to be outdone, Dinah hurriedly correcting Josh when he thinks she’s faint because she’s pregnant is also hilarious.

• Dinah does the worst possible job hiding her script from Josh. He’s angry for a lot of reasons but the note from Jacques, which implies an ongoing secret relationship between him and Dinah, is what really ticks Josh off.

• "Shoes with Wings On" is another example of Astaire’s continued interest in special effects. Green screen technology was used to make the shoes appear to dance on their own. The finished product was one of Astaire’s enduring creations and probably what The Barkleys of Broadway is best known for outside of being a reunion picture for Astaire and Rogers. He does a convincing job of making it seem as though his shoes are dancing despite his own ability or effort.

• Unsurprisingly, Jacques is revealed to be an even bigger pompous dick as a director than he’s been on social occasions. It’s also even more glaringly obvious that his intention the whole time has not been solely to nurture Dinah’s dramatic career but to steal her away from her husband.

• It was Rogers’ idea to have them dance to "They Can't Take That Away From Me" rather than a new original piece. Astaire didn’t like repeating himself, and that included songs from previous films, but he made an exception. It’s a nice dance and is certainly the closest thing this film has to offer of the OG Astaire and Rogers duets. But as I said in my Shall We Dance rewatch, it’s just not the same as if they’d danced to this song the first time around.

The use of the song made sense since Ira Gershwin was the lyricist for The Barkleys of Broadway.

• Considering it’s 1949, Dinah does a remarkable job of standing up for herself and getting to the root of the couple’s issues. He’s been taking her for granted and stifling her own creative interests and she’s been smothering her frustrations as best she can but they hit the breaking point. Something needs to change or their relationship can’t continue. But that doesn’t mean she’s happy about it.

• Dinah’s terrible acting in the play had to HAD TO be intentional on someone’s part but I can’t for the life of me think who or why.

• Love and support are what we all want from our partners. Dinah is still in love with Josh but it’s only once she knows that Josh has been helping her despite the fact that she ended their relationship and it didn’t benefit him at all that she goes back to him. Though, she does also take a bit of pleasure in making him agonize a little while.

I like the little whistle she does upon entering their apartment. It must be something they did to alert the other they’d come home. Wish we’d gotten to see it some other time in the movie.

• The truth is, Dinah and Josh enjoy being dramatic together and I get that. When you’re with the right person, it’s fun to play around.

• "Manhattan Down Beat" is wasted as an ending song. It could’ve been a good lively number, perhaps instead of "My One and Only Highland Fling.” I’d say that Astaire was just trying to avoid being in a top hat and tails more than necessary but he also reportedly hated being in silly costumes like the Scottish getup so 🤷‍♀️

• And that’s how the greatest on-screen dancing partnership ends. The Barkleys of Broadway is a more interesting and somewhat better film than The Story of Vernon and Irene Castle so it functions as a better finale for Astaire and Rogers. While their dancing isn’t quite the same, the chemistry between them is still very evident, which speaks to their enduring personal relationship. But that probably deserves its own post, which is what I’ll do next and how I’ll end this rewatch.

#fred astaire #ginger rogers #the barkleys of broadway #classic hollywood #old hollywood #astaire and rogers rewatch

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gwoongi · 5 years ago

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(abandoned) i don’t want it at all

jeon jeongguk / reader genre: sugar baby au, sugar-babies-scamming-the-same-daddy-au rating: mature themes words: 2.3k warnings: sugar babies a/n: i would have liked 2 finish this one and maybe i will one day but for now here is the incomplete first draft that makes me laugh still

His dorm for first year had been a prison-cell-box with a broken window and bunk beds, the stale smell of farts from his roommate who insisted on top-bunk and made his evenings and early mornings absolute hell- but hey, he’s getting a fancy degree at the end, so it’s worth it, right? Jeongguk’s not sure if it’s worth it anymore.

(1)

Jeongguk was broke.

It was his own fault - that’s the price you pay for enrolling in University, studying something he probably doesn’t actually need but loves. It’s all fine and dandy studying Music until he realises that famous musicians don’t become famous because they got a degree. Ask any musician how they made it big and they’ll reply with good luck and hard work, not some fancy degree that means nothing unless you’ve got the talent to be successful. Well shit, now it’s in perspective, Jeongguk’s spending all this money on a degree that’s probably not going to make a difference when the time comes.

Now he has a part-time job at a random pizza takeaway that makes no money because Dominoes opened up across the street a few weeks ago, and he’s barely making enough to buy him more than two packets of instant noodles at a time. His dorm for first year had been a prison-cell-box with a broken window and bunk beds, the stale smell of farts from his roommate who insisted on top-bunk and made his evenings and early mornings absolute hell- but hey, he’s getting a fancy degree at the end, so it’s worth it, right? Jeongguk’s not sure if it’s worth it anymore.

This evening, the library is fairly quiet. Across the stacks are small candles inside black lanterns, a Harry Potter-esque vibe filling the room as the clock rolls into ten. Jeongguk loves when the school year ends, because for the past week, it’s only been the sad and broke music kids doing exams, meaning the library is virtually empty now that everybody else has finished up. Jeongguk’s last exam was yesterday. Huffing out a sigh that turns one of the only other heads in the library in his direction, he stretches his arms up over his head and arches his head backwards.

“Where’re you going over summer?”

Yoongi is another sad and broke music student, a third-going-fourth year who met Jeongguk in the music society during Jeongguk’s first weekend at University. Leaning his chair back on two legs, he throws a paper ball into the air and catches it, not even looking at Jeongguk as he talks to him.

Jeongguk shrugs in reply, tapping his nails against his laptop. “Dunno. Home, I guess.”

“Any plans?” Yoongi asks. “Wanna go to Lollapalooza?”

“Can’t afford it,” Jeongguk sighs, as Yoongi forces out a, “me neither” in between a chortled laugh. “And I don’t know. Probably going to have to get another job.”

“Good,” replies Yoongi, yawning loudly. “You can’t keep working at that shithole. I’m your only friend, and even I go to Dominoes instead of where you work.” As an afterthought, he looks at Jeongguk with a small frown, “sorry.”

Shaking his head in reply, Jeongguk slumps in his chair and sighs once again. Yoongi’s just suddenly put it all into perspective for him; Yoongi’s his only friend, he works a job that barely puts a meal onto his plate, and it’s not going to get any easier.

The ball in Yoongi’s hand begins to bounce again and Jeongguk glances over at the student librarian, who buries her head into the crook of her elbow and sleeps her way through her night-shift. It’s only Jeongguk, Yoongi and four others in the library right now; none of them are reading, none of them are doing anything particularly productive. Two students are tucked into an alcove pouring wine quite openly into small glasses with a board of chess unfolded out on the table, the others on computers, wishing the night away. Jeongguk just doesn’t want to go back to his dorm, to where his roommate and his loaded to the brim stomach of Chinese food and unhealthy diets is waiting for him.

“You planning on staying here all night again?” questions Yoongi. He probs his feet up onto the partitioner under the table, accidentally kicking Jeongguk’s ankle in the process. “Sorry,” he adds.

“Yep,” Jeongguk replies, popping the ‘p’. “I’d literally rather sleep on the boys changing room floors than go back to my dorm.”

Yoongi rolls his eyes. “That’s disgusting, don’t be dramatic.”

“I’m being deadass,” Jeongguk insists, his eyes blown wide. “Want to swap dorms for the night? Ten dollars and you’ll be dry heaving in the hallway before midnight.”

“I’ll pass. Either way, you know my apartment is always open for you,” Yoongi reminds him. “You’ve got a key. Come by once you’ve finished whatever it is you’re doing. My wifi’s out.”

Another sigh. Jeongguk’s not defeated his boredom yet, the twitch in his fingers to do something still there. If he goes to Yoongi’s apartment now, he’ll just annoy him with the need to do something energetic, and Jeongguk knows best that Yoongi values his quiet time on an evening.

“Okay. Well, I’ll stay here for a little bit, and come by when I’m done,” Jeongguk says, stifling a yawn that would otherwise expose the fact that he’s absolutely knackered. “I won’t make a sound.”

“You will, you always do, I just pretend not to notice because I love you.” Yoongi says I love you with a disgusted face, sticking his tongue out with a fake gag that Jeongguk knows just proves how much he cares. Yoongi’s good like that, the more subtle type of loving older brother that Jeongguk’s been deprived of all his life. “Don’t stay out too late.”

“Won’t.”

Yoongi picks himself up and irons the aches out of his shoulders. “Cool. Stay safe and smart, Guk.”

“I can’t do both,” he sighs sadly, and Yoongi collects his bag and affectionately throws the paper ball at Jeongguk’s head. It bounces off and lands near one of the bookshelves. Neither picks it up, and Yoongi leaves the library. It dawns on Jeongguk three minutes after Yoongi leaves him that he’s actually really fucking lonely. Add that to the big long list of things Jeongguk is this year: friendless, broke, sad and lonely. God, he needs a hobby.

He also needs money. Very badly. After opening his phone and banking app and realising that he’s so close to slipping into the red, Jeongguk refrains from spending what he has left on something fried and takeaway and opens Google. One click, a few types: How to make money fast. Google will know what to do.

Jeongguk scrolls. Take online surveys and get paid NOW! No. Review apps and earn money! Not enough phone memory to download an app to review it, he scrolls down. Lonely AND Horny? Get yourself a Sugar Daddy TODAY! Oh? He’s listening.

The blog that opens up as he clicks the link is somebody’s personal blog, the title in a gross and thick font that Jeongguk almost can’t read. They talk a while about why you shouldn’t become a sugar-baby, but Jeongguk remembers that one time Tana Mongeau did a storytime on how she had a Daddy and got a lot of money, and Jeongguk’s got assets. He’s smart, has abs on a good day, and his dick isn’t half bad looking. That’s what Yooa had said to him, anyway. Finally, there’s a hyperlink to Seeking Arrangements, and Jeongguk feels kind of overwhelmed.

At least once in their lives, everybody’s thought about being a Sugar Baby. Jeongguk definitely has, all the damn time when he’s sitting around at work doing nothing because they’re about as busy as one can expect for a pizza place with two stars and a rival Dominoes parallel from the front. He’s even read about experiences, where people meet their daddies or mommies on the streets or through apps- and there was even that one crazy story about somebody’s Principal becoming their sugar Daddy, or something, he can’t quite remember. Regardless, Jeongguk’s entertained this thought before.

He looks down at himself. If he really tried his best, he could be kind of good at it. Without sounding conceited, Jeongguk’s good looking. What lets him down at school is the fact that he always dresses lazily and ignores people, rejects requests to go out and then complains to Yoongi about not having friends who hang out with him. All he needs is to fix his appearance, upload his best photographs, and he could secure the bag quite easily.

Jeongguk fills in the boxes and makes an account. petkoo is what he decides to name himself, and he picks his best selfie off Instagram as an icon. He leans back, as if a look from far away will change the way it looks. It’ll do. Luckily for him, he’s into men and women, and it just so happens that American men are both the dumbest and easiest to please. Suddenly, he’s excited, his leg bouncing under the table until he hits his knee and stops. The student librarian raises her head quickly, afraid that a member of staff’s come in to supervise. They haven’t, and so she drops her head again. Ten fifty three, ish. Jeongguk blinks sleepily.

All that’s left to do is get his account verified, and life will be forever changed.

(He hopes).

(2)

Yoongi’s apartment is off campus, about fifteen minutes away if he’s walking. It’s small, but significantly bigger than Jeongguk’s dorm on campus, and decorated with whites and creams, big and open windows letting in golden light, when the time’s right. It’s the type of apartment you saw online, on Tumblr posts or in movies, looking like a perfect backdrop - sometimes, Jeongguk can’t believe that Yoongi lives here, and wakes up every morning to the view of the city below his window, power lines like train tracks connecting houses, dangling fairy-lights on the trelacing of his across-the-street-neighbour’s rooftop.

That being said, Jeongguk technically lives here, too. He doesn’t know how long it’s been since he’s actually stepped foot in his dorm at the same time as his roommate; he only goes in there to collect things one at a time. Today, for example, he had dropped by to empty out his small and pathetic wardrobe and put it inside one suitcase, wheeling it right up to Yoongi’s front door with a bright smile that Yoongi couldn’t say no to. His couch in the living room was Jeongguk’s comfortable bed when it wasn’t cold and when it was, Yoongi would huff and offer an invite into his bed, because he loves Jeongguk like he’s his baby brother, and it would suck if he died from pneumonia, or something. He said that to Jeongguk once. Jeongguk smiled for ten minutes afterwards.

Harry Potter plays on TV, the fourth movie because it’s Jeongguk’s favourite and Yoongi’s a sick man who can’t say no. It’s around five, and Jeongguk’s literally been holed up in Yoongi’s apartment the entire day. The most sunlight that he got was when he walked out of Yoongi’s house to take the trash out, and even then, the bin was in the shadows and the sun never touched his skin once. He can see the sunlight through the window, which technically counts. Yoongi cringes and takes away a plate from the coffee table.

“You’re allowed to stay at my place, as long as you clean up after yourself,” he says with a huff. His nose upturns with a scrunch, “No wonder you don’t have a girlfriend.”

“By choice!” Jeongguk adds, pulling a thread out from his sock. “They’re too much hard work.”

“You’re just fucking lazy,” Yoongi points out. He dumps the plate in the sink and comes back to Jeongguk. “You know that, don’t you?”

There’s a silence. Then a sigh, “Yeah.”

Jeongguk loves staying at Yoongi’s place, especially when Yoongi is feeling particularly soft and lets Jeongguk do whatever he wants, given he’s not going to get Yoongi a noise complaint in the morning. The movie continues to play undisturbed, the sight of Beauxbatons’ carriage swooping over towards the runway leaving Jeongguk with an open-mouthed smile on his face and Yoongi folds his arms, burying himself further into the sofa. On the coffee table, Yoongi’s laid out some snacks, both his phone and Jeongguk’s laying down flat because it’s supposed to keep Jeongguk distraction free, even though he’s the type of friend to never be on his phone around his friends unless he absolutely needs to be.

Another huff is in Yoongi’s mouth, begging to be huffed out. Over on the coffee table, Jeongguk’s phone lights up with his lock screen of Sansa Stark blurred out by a notification, the ringer on loud. Attention is pulled from Dumbledore to the light, Jeongguk’s brows lifting with interest but his eyes immediately back on the TV.

“Yoongi,” he calls out, and Yoongi glances over, “can you see who it’s from?” Could be his Mom, it could be important.

The huff is released. “Come into my house and boss me around…” Yoongi mutters under his breath and reaches for Jeongguk’s phone, pressing the home button to read the notification. He’s silent for a long moment, and Jeongguk’s so enthralled in the movie that he doesn’t notice, not until Yoongi looks at Jeongguk with a confused and funny look, his top lip curled to his nostrils as he blurts: “Why the hell are Seeking Arrangements telling you you’re profile’s ready?”

Jeongguk looks away so fast from the television that Yoongi’s almost frightened. His eyes are wide and twinkling, “They’ve finished it?”

“What the fuck.”

“Gimme!” Jeongguk splutters, his hand diving towards his phone urgently. “Bro...it’s been like, five days.”

Yoongi is bewildered. “Why do you have an account? What-why-when…?”

“I don’t know, I need money and I thought it would be funny,” Jeongguk shrugs. His thumb moves quickly across his phone screen. “I can’t believe they’re done. I’m gonna be rich, Yoongi.”

“Do you know how sketchy half the people on that site are?” Yoongi questions. “Plus they’re all old and perverted men.”

“Rich men.”

“Rich, old and perverted,” Yoongi nods. “Guk, I know I said you needed another job...but this doesn’t qualify. I’d rather you flip paper thin pizzas.”

#me posting all my abandoned wips for attention and something to do #bts #bangtan #jungkook #jeongguk #jungkook scenario #jungkook imagine #sugar baby au #bts imagine #bts scenario #jeon jungkook #jungkook x reader #jjk #gwoongi #abandoned

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aquariusrunes · 5 years ago

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The Superfriends AU (part 10)

Damian was not having a good day. It was six in the morning, he had to be at Edna’s photoshoot in an hour, he had left a perfectly warm and very cuddly boyfriend and large dog in his bed, and his cousin was rambling far too much for his taste. He sat out in the lobby of the floor their rooms were on, leaned back as far as he possibly could in one of the red chairs, his legs crossed, hands gripping the armrests. A scowl to rival Batman's resting on his face.

Marinette sat in the chair next to him, his laptop on the coffee table in front of them. The girl was hunched over typing frantically on his phone. She had kept it all night, which didn’t both him much, he could go a few hours without being constantly updated on the Gotham Academy Class 1A drama. As long as she was keeping it charged.

The second half of the photoshoot the day before had been very interesting, his cousin spending every moment of every break they got on his phone. When he had a moment to check it at dinner he noted four unknown contacts, she labeled each of them.

First there was Sweetness.

Then there was Mighty Mouse.

One labeled Rock Vamp Opera.

And finally the one she had been exchanging the most texts with, Foxtrot.

He waited for his cousin to finish whatever long text rant she was obviously on, instead he checked himself in the camera of his laptop, fixing his hair. He smoothed it back as best he could but without any product it was hard. Edna had forbidden him from gelling it till the shoot was over. The things he put up with in this family, really.

“What exactly are we doing?” Damian asked.

“We’re going to…” She trailed off, still focused on her texting. “Video call some girls I go to school with.” She finished.

“At six in the morning?” He asked.

“Time difference Dames.” She set down his phone. “Okay!” She pulled his laptop close. “They just broke for lunch so Juleka should be logging on soon enough!” Marinette pulled up a web page browser, typing in the URL for Instagram. She immediately went to Damian’s account. He wasn’t sure when his cousin had gotten his password, but knowing how much Dick loved to mess around on it, he had to assume she got it from him.

“Okay, I’m going to change a few lines of your bio.”

“Why?” He asked, head falling back.

“Well, Colin takes over your instagram on weekends right?” She asked.

“When I see him, yes.” Honestly, Colin and Dick were really the only ones who posted on his instagram. It was clearly stated in his bio that Colin controlled his instagram on weekends, the fact that Dick was in control of it the rest of the time, was not mentioned anywhere.

“So I’m going to change this line, red menace takeover weekends. To something clearly stating your relationship.”

“He’s called my boyfriend in practically every post that features him.” Damian said, now leaning forward to see what his cousin was altering.

“Yeah, but people are lazy, and don’t want to dig. They want things to be obvious and loud so they don’t have to put a lot of thought into it.” She grumbled. “Trust me, I know from experience, some of the people at my school literally have to be punched in the face and then kick in the nuts by the truth before they believe it.”

“Try not to sound too bidder Nette.” Damian hummed.

“Just, prep yourself to give a good speech about your and Colin’s relationship. We’re really going to need something that pulls right on the heart strings.”

“Because?” He asked, this whole morning was excruciatingly annoying.

“Are you going to use Rose?” Damian looked up, taking notice of two blonde Parisian teens standing at the entrance to the lobby. They both were still in what looked like pajamas, both holding coffee.

“That’s the plan.” Marinette said, answering Adrien’s earlier question.

“Devious.” Chloé cocked her hip, taking a sip from her cup. “And relatively smart. Should be quite the show. Shame we’ll miss it.”

“Someone could always ask nicely for their friends to record it.” Marinette mused.

“Should I text Nino?” Adrien asked, his face clearly stating how unsure he was of the situation.

“If you want.” Marinette said, finishing her work on her cousin’s social media. “I’m going to give my crew a heads up once things are in motion. If you do text him though, let him know nothings happening till, most likely, after lunch.”

“Marinette?” Her fingers stopped their work, her head popping up to look at Adrien. “You sure about this?” He asked. “It could be kind of...explosive.” His fingers tightened around his coffee. “What if it causes an akuma?”

She gave him an understanding smile. “Don’t worry Adrien, I’ve got contigonsies for that. Like I said a few days ago, I’m playing a game of RISK, and you can’t win the game if you don’t capture any territory.”

“And your about to clear the board form the looks of it.” Chloé smirked.

“Something like that.” Marinette looked back down at the computer, switching back onto the video chat app and logining online. “But the goal isn’t to clear the board, not yet.”

…

Contrary to popular belief nowadays, Mylène did not hate Marinette. She didn’t even necessarily dislike the girl. But she did not agree with the brash and loud way she had been going about her problems with Lila. She found them rude and distasteful, and honestly, a little out of character for her once friend. She was sure Marinette didn’t do everything Lila accused her of, at least half of the allegations had to be simple misunderstandings that the two girls could never figure out because they were always at one another's throats.

But try as she might, she just couldn’t take Marinette’s side. Lila brought up quite a few good points in regards to Marinette’s character, while the Italian girl wasn’t a saint either, Marinette wasn’t quite the angel everyone thought she was. And some of her and Lila’s fights were truly violent and horrendous to watch.

But she wasn’t one to speak poorly of others, especially not Marinette. While the girls weren’t friends anymore, and she didn’t agree with what was now Marinette’s additude, she still was nice to most people, even those who sided with Lila. And she did a lot for people, even when they didn’t notice her good deeds.

Marinette had always been very eccentric ever since Mylène had known her. But this was probably one of the strangest things she had ever experienced due to Marinette. Mylène was seated on Juleka’s bed, Rose seated on the goth girl’s other side. They were staring at Juleka’s laptop, a facetime app opened.

Last night all three had received text messages from unknown numbers claiming to be Marinette texting from a friend’s phone. Mylène was sceptical, even after getting a picture sent to her, but Rose was curious and so was her other friend, so when they said they were going to be eating lunch at Juleka’s house so they could talk with Marinette, Mylène agreed to go along with everything.

“Okay…” Juleka typed in the screen name she had been sent the night before, AmyrWayne05.

“What do you think she wants?” Mylène asked. “And who’s phone was she texting from?”

“I don’t know..” Rose crossed her ankles. “I didn’t recognize the boy in the photo she sent.”

“Neither did I.” Juleka said.

“I didn’t even know Marinette was out of the country.” Mylène whispered.

“Kim and the others probably did.” Juleka supplied. “I doubt she wouldn’t have told them,”

“But why didn’t they tell us?” Rose asked, blinking innocently.

“I can think of a few reasons.” Mylène’s voice was low, wondering why her boyfriend hadn’t said anything.

“Well whatever they might be, we’re about to find out.” Juleka called attention to the screen name displayed on her laptop. The three girls watched as the smaller text underneath the name changed from offline to online. A second later Juleka was being asked to join a video call. She quickly hit except and the screen went black, loading until the familiar face of Marinette Dupain-Cheng was on the screen.

“Girls!” She said happily. “Thank you so much for calling!”

“You said it was important.” Rose said, eyes a little down cast. The girls didn’t exactly talk on the regular any more.

“It is! Super important.”

“So, what’s going on?” Mylène asked, wanting to get through the call as quickly as possible. She had felt weird all day, not telling Lila or Alya about the texts from Marinette, it was like she was cheating on them.

“Okay,” The bluenette let out a large breath. “I know you guys think Lila hung the moon-”

“Marinette I am not going to sit here and listen to you bash on her!” Mylène interjected.

“That’s not what this is!” She waved her hands frantically. “I promise!”

“It better not be.” Mylène crossed her arms.

“I promise girls, it’s really not. I-just, okay, so I heard that Lila’s been telling people that she’s dating Damian Wayne. Right?”

“She is.” Rose informed. “They’ve been dating for a few months now. They’re really in love and I’m not going to listen to you say anything negative about their relationship Marinette.” Anyone who knew Rose, at least knew her well, knew that love was the thing she was most passionate about. She refused to stand for any sort of injustice involving the subject and would defend a couple till her dying breath, no matter how well she knew them.

“Okay.” Marinette said, voice low. “Then I won’t say anything.” She gave a sad smile. “I’ll let him tell you.” The laptop suddenly shifted, the view changing quickly from their classmate to a good looking young man they recognized from the photo Marinette sent the night prior.

“Hello.” He said, eyeing each of them carefully. “Do you three know who I am?”

“Your the guy from the picture Marinette sent.” Jukela answered.

“Would one of you please google Damian Wayne for me?” He asked, Rose quickly complying with the request. She looked up the famous boo of their friend on her phone, a small gasp escaping her lips as she turned the small screen towards her girlfriend and Mylène.

And there was the boy currently on Juleka’s laptop.

“You’re Damian Wayne?” Mylène asked.

“That’s what my driver’s licence says.” He said, but his tone made the three girls unsure whether it was supposed to be a joke or not.

“Why are you with Marientte?” Juleka asked.

The boy looked to something off screen, probably the girl in question. “Can I?” He asked. He waited a moment before sighing. “I’m sure you’ll all find out why later, but for the moment, all you need to know is that I am with her as of the current moment.”

Rose gave him a strange look but didn’t say anything.

“This is why you wanted to talk to us?” Mylène asked. “To tell us you were hanging out with Lila’s boyfriend?”

“No.” Her voice came.

“Actually, Lila is why we wanted to talk.” Damian said.

“What about her?”

“She’s not my girlfriend.”

The three girls all went quiet, none speaking. His face was pensive, eyebrows nicked and corners of his lips pulled down into a frown. “I’ve never even met Lila.”

“But she said she’s known you since you were very little!” Rose exclaimed.

“A lie.” He said simply. “I couldn’t have known her from the time I was little because I was locked away in a compound till I was ten years old, and even then I was kept exclusively within the walls of Wayne Manor for another year before my father could introduce safely to the world as his ward without my Grandfather taking harsh and violent action.”

“She said her parents were friends with your dad.” Juleka added.

“I’ve checked with my father and he’s never met anyone with the surname Rossi. And none of his friends have a child named Lila.”

“I’m very confused.” Rose whispered.

“Girls, we need your help!” Marinette’s voice came. “Or rather, Damian does.”

“With what?” Mylène asked.

“Adrien mentioned that Lila’s been telling pretty much everyone that she and I are dating, is that correct?” Damian asked, his hands folding in front of him.

“She’s been talking about it for the past few days.” Mylène said, she vaguely remembered Nino mentioning Adrien being out of town for a modeling gig that involved Damian Wayne, she was still confused as to why Marinette was with them though.

“She’s told practically everyone who would listen, and some who wouldn’t.” Juleka crossed her arms. To most it would be hard to pick up on, but Mylène could tell when the girl was angry. Juleka had been questioning Lila a lot more lately, Mylène was sure the girl was just waiting for a good reason to switch sides, and the only reason she hadn’t already was because of Rose. Juleka had been Mylène’s saving grace when it came to her current problems with Ivan. The goth girl was probably afraid of a rift forming between her and her girlfriend the way it had between the classes former favorite sweet hearts.

Damian sighed on screen. “I’m not a person who likes to ask for assistance from others, but under these circumstances, I’m in need of your help.” The three girls watched as his hand raised to pinch the bridge of his nose, eyes closed before his hand dropped and he looked up at them. “I don’t know how much you all know about Gotham, but people have always had mixed reactions when my siblings have come out in the past, my own coming out included. Normally they don’t have a huge problem with it because all of my siblings have come out as pansexual or bisexual, or something that includes both genders. But when I came out I didn’t specify my sexuality. I just announced I was dating Colin.”

Oh no.

Mylène could feel it, Rose’s heart was swelling. If he was really about to go into a long winded story about he and his boyfriend’s love, then Mylène was sure Rose’s Champion of Love and Justice persona was about to be uncaged. Many of their classmates called it her Sailor Moon mode.

“Who’s Colin?” Rose asked, voice timmed and quiet.

“Colin is my boyfriend.” A small smile gracing the boy’s hard features. “We’ll be celebrating our three year anniversary in two months and two days.”

“Oh.” Rose’s hands clasped together, a dreamy look crossing her face.

Suddenly Damian’s face become more downcast. “Not a lot of people like Colin. Well, not a lot of people who people listen to like him.”

“Why ever not?” The blonde asked, moving so her face was closer to the screen.

“Colin is an orphan.” The words were blunt and hit all three girls hard and unexpectedly. Of all the things Mylène had been prepared for this morning the heart breaking backstory of Damian Wayne’s boyfriend was not one of them. “Basically anyone with money and influence insists he’s a gold digger trying to mooch off of me. And the Wayne Ward Fangirls are quick to crucify him for anything he does, wrong, right, good, bad, all of it. And of course there are those in the religious communities who are constantly berating us. That faction is especially hard on him, he lives in a Catholic orphanage you see.”

“That’s terrible!” Mylène could swear that the small blonde girl had tears in her eyes.

“While I agree that’s awful, and I also agree that Lila shouldn’t be lying about dating you, I don’t see what it is you need our help with?” Juleka asked, voice laced in confusion.

“If word gets around,” suddenly Marinette’s face was squished in frame with Damian’s. “That Damian has a long distance girlfriend, things are going to get worse for his and Colin’s relationship.”

“People in Gotham play very dirty, they’ll latch on to any rumor or fact, as long as it serves their needs. People will be throwing Lila Rossi’s name in my face, in Colin’s face, and in the faces of all of my family members for years.” Damian’s face had gone back to sternly neutral. “People will insist that Colin broke us up or something absurd like that, they’ll use her to villainize him.”

“They will?” Juleka asked, concern written on her face. “That sounds like something that only happens in movies.”

“They will.” He insisted. “Trust me, I’ve seen it happen before to members of my family and their friends. It’s just a matter of time before it gets to the right people, unless…”

“Unless?” Rose asked, voice going high, the girl eager to help.

“Unless we cut off the head of the snake.” Mylène supplied. “We need to make a statement, make sure everyone who might have heard Lila’s lies knows that it’s fake.”

“The louder the better.” Marinette added. “To make sure she doesn’t turn it around on Colin or Damian.”

“I hate to ask this of you,” Damian said. “Especially since we are perfect strangers, but my c-“ He grunted, his body jostling on the screen as Marinette shot him a glare. “Companion.” He finished begrudgingly. “My companion here, insists that you three can be trusted with this task.”

“Please help us girls.” Marinette said. “If not for me, then for Damian and Colin.”

Damian sighed before going into his own plea. “Colin is very important to me.” His voice was quiet. “I’m not the easiest person to get along with, and everyone says I don’t deserve someone like him.” He looked down. “He is one of the most important people in my life and I don’t want some girl, who I’ve never even met, to ruin it because she wanted her five minutes of fame.”

Rose stood quickly from the bed, almost knocking the computer off her girlfriend’s lap. “Don’t worry Damian! We’ll take care of everything!” She shouted, running for the door, her voice leaving behind the call of “no one stands in the way of true love!”

Juleka and Mylène watched her go before the goth girl sighed. “We should go get her before she runs all the way back to school.”

“Yeah,” Mylène stood. “She’s going to need backup.” She looked back at the computer. “Don’t worry, we’ll take care of everything.”

…

Nino didn’t know what was going on.

He was sitting on the stairs in the gym area of his school, most of the student body just loitering around. Lunch was over but they still had about five minutes before anyone needed to start heading to their class rooms. The room was filled with soft chatter and laughter, he wasn’t invested in any conversations though.

Adrien had texted him a few minutes ago and told him to start recording. He didn’t know why, but like a good bro, he did as asked. His phone was barely raised, picking up mostly just the shoes of his classmates. He noticed across the gym Marinette’s crew also had their phones up and were recording, though Nino wasn’t sure why. He now knew that Marinette and Adrien were in Steel City together, but Marinette had asked that the reason she was there with Edna remain secret and Nino didn’t want to pry into the girl’s personal life. If she didn’t want to tell anyone, then she had a good reason. But he also knew, via Kim, that Marinette had no international coverage and couldn’t contact anyone. Leaving the question of what her crew was currently doing?

Maybe Adrien texted them too?

But what would he need recorded so badly?

Nino debated getting up and going over to talk to the group but Lila and Alya were stationed in the middle of the gym, either girl would spot him if he made his way over to his secret friends. And he really didn’t feel like lying to his girlfriend today.

‘ BANG ’

Everyone jumped as the doors to the school crashed into the walls behind them. All eyes on the entrance, taking in the petite form of Rose Lavillant. The small girl’s face was heated a blush pink, eyes narrowed into a glare and hands clenched into fists. Juleka stood on Rose’s right, her backpack slung over her shoulder and her girlfriend’s carried in her hands. Mylène stood on the girl’s left, arms crossed and an expression on her face that looked both angry and guilty.

“LILA ROSSI!”

His hand instinctively shot into the air, camera focusing on the trio. Nino had known Rose since he was five years old, and not once in all of those years, could he ever remember her yelling, nor could he ever remember her really being angry. And definitely not this rage fueled. No one spoke as the three girls made their way towards the center of the gym, Lila and Alya both standing helplessly in the girls’ sights. Nino took notice of his friends’ phones now trained on the pack as well.

“Rose?” Lila asked. “Is everything oka-”

“SHUT UP!”

Nino flinched at the pink girl’s tone, several others in the crowd did as well.

“Rose what’s wrong?” Alya quickly inserted herself between the two as Nino stood, standing on a higher stair to get a better camera angle.

“What’s wrong?” The blonde asked. “What’s wrong?!” Rose’s hand raised into the air, for a panicked moment Nino thought his girlfriend was going to get decked in the face. But then Rose’s finger shot out from her fist, pointing accusingly at Lila. “SHE’S A LIAR!”

With her words came a few cheers from Marinette’s crew and a handful of others in the school who had come to resent the girl.

Nino even heard one “preach” though he couldn’t tell where it had come from.

“Ros-” Alya was cut off.

“Everyone!” Mylène shouted, “Take out your phones and google Damian Wayne, you know the famous kid from Gotham? I’m sure everyone knows that he’s Lila’s boyfriend, or so she’s been telling us.” Mylène shot a glare over her shoulder at the brunette. “Go to his instagram!”

Nino didn’t want to stop recording, thankfully he could see the people’s phones in front of him. The boy’s icon was a picture of him flipping off the camera with a rainbow painted on his cheek. His bio was only four lines.

Damian Wayne

Animal Rights Activist

My Boyfriend and Brother are the only ones who post on here

Please don’t talk to me

Nino tried really hard not to laugh, but couldn’t help his snicker. He knew pretty much instantly that Damian was not in fact Lila’s boyfriend, and doubted them ever actually meeting. But did she seriously not do even the smallest bit of research? There is no way it would have been that hard to figure out that the boy was gay, let alone in a relationship.

“That’s right everybody!” Mylène shouted. “Damian Wayne has a boyfriend!”

“He’s cheating on me?” Lila asked eyes wide and heartbroken, Nino would admit, it was a good idea to save face. Claim the long distance son of a playboy was a player himself. If he didn’t know better he’d probably buy it.

“They’ve been dating for three years.” Juleka’s voice was quiet but strong, the people around her who heard it started passing it back to those behind them who didn't.

Lila opened her mouth to spit out another lie but Rose beat her to the punch. “TWO YEARS, NINE MONTHS, THREE WEEKS, AND FIVE DAYS!” Her fists were clenched at her sides again, her whole body shaking. “THEY ARE TWO MONTHS AWAY FROM CELEBRATING THEIR THREE YEAR ANNIVERSARY! AND THIS-THIS...LIAR! IS TRYING TO TEAR APART THEIR HAPPILY EVER AFTER!”

Juleka placed a hand on her girlfriend’s shoulder, trying to calm her just a little bit.

“Lila also lied about knowing the Waynes! Damian Wayne didn’t interact with anyone outside of his family until he was eleven! And Bruce Wayne confirmed that he doesn’t know anyone with the last name Rossi, and none of his friends have a daughter named Lila!” Mylène shouted. “The three of us talked to Damian Wayne today! Adrien Agreste is modeling with him right now in America! He asked Damian about Lila and he’s never even heard of her!”

There were mixed reactions from the crowd surrounding them. Mylène suddenly shot her phone into the air. “He sent me a video telling the whole story! If anyone wants to watch it! I will happily show it to you!”

“I can so explain this!” Lila said, stepping forward. “You see, some of Gotham’s villains have come after my famil-“

“I SAID SHUT UP!” Rose screeched. “COLIN WILKES IS A PRECIOUS BOY WHO DESERVES THE WORLD! AND YOU ARE TRYING TO TAKE HIS PERSON FROM HIM JUST FOR A LITTLE ATTENTION!” Juleka pulled Rose back a step, worried about her girlfriend getting too out of control. “GOD!” She shouted. “YOU ARE SUCH A LITTLE...LITTLE-”

“Say it Rose!” Alix shouted from the side lines, Nino swore if her the short girl’s smile got any wider her face would crack in half.

“ATTENTION WHORE!” He almost dropped his phone. The crowd, which had started to get more vocal, went silent. Alya’s jaw dropped and even Lila was left speechless and wide eyed.

“Oh my god.” Kim’s voice carried over the noiseless room.

Rose was left fuming. Her body was still vibrating at a speed Nino was sure couldn’t healthy. Her cheeks were puffed out, making her eyes large, the blues popping out against her now red face.

“Lila is a liar and nobody should believe a word she says.” The girl huffed. “I am the champion of love and justice,” she squared her shoulders. “And refuse to stand idle while someone destroys the bond of two sweethearts.” Rose took a deep breath before striking a pose similar to Sailor Moon’s iconic one. “In the name of true love, Liar Rossi, I will punish you!”

Nino was not prepared for the burst of applause that erupted from the crowd. He actually howled out a cheer of his own, phone focused on the girls in the center of the mob. He moved his phone to follow Lila as she went running out of the corral of applauding teenagers. He assumed she was heading for the bathroom, probably to fake cry till someone came to comfort her.

A long, loud, exasperated sigh fell from his lips as he watched his girlfriend chase after the Italian girl. He shook his head as he stopped the video, tapping on his messaging app and sending the video to his best bro.

DJBubbles: Dude

DJBubbles: how did u know this was going 2 happen?

…

Alya hesitated outside of the bathroom door. Cautiously she glanced back over her shoulder, people were still cheering she could hear them from down the hall. She wished she could be with them. But she had a mission to see through, and with everyone turning on Lila she knew it was do or die time.

She slipped her phone into her back pocket and took in a deep breath before pushing open the door, masking her face in concern as she approached the girl hunched over one of the sinks. Lila had her face in her hands, muffled crying sounds coming from behind her fingers.

“Lila?” She asked quietly.

“Oh god!” Lila turned away from her. “Alya it’s so awful!” She took a few steps farther away, laying her head against the wall of the restroom. “I-I just-just…”

“Lila it’s okay…” Alya placed her hand on the girl’s shoulder. “I’m sure this is all just a misunderstanding.”

Lila sniffled, looking at the girl over her shoulder. “It’s not.” She whispered. “I lied.” She turned her head away quickly.

“Why?” Alya asked.

“I don’t know.” Lila whipped around, tears streaming down her face. “I-well, I just-” She sniffled loudly. “I like Adrien so much.” She started, back leaning against the wall. “But he didn’t really seem to take notice of me, so I thought if while he was gone I could get everyone talking about how I had this awesome boyfriend it’d make him, well, I don’t know.”

“You wanted Adrien to be jealous of Damian?” Alya asked, eyebrow cocked.

“Y-yeah.” Lila looked down. “I know it was stupid and I just should have kept my mouth shut. But I didn’t know how else to get his attention.” A few more tears streamed down her cheeks, her hands raising to rub at her eyes. “I’m so sorry I lied to you.”

Alya sighed. “Look, I can kind of see why you did it.” She crossed her arms. “But Adrien isn’t the type to respond to jealousy. In fact, if he did like you and found out you were with someone else, then he would gracefully bow out. He wouldn’t want to come between you two.”

Lila’s eyes stayed focused on the floor. “I guess I didn’t think about that. He really is so sweet.” She whispered.

“And while I don’t think you should have lied about dating Damian Wayne, I definitely don’t think Rose, Juleka, and Mylène had the right to humiliate you like that. It was uncalled for.” Alya’s eyebrows nicked together. “They should have just asked to talk to you in private. Seriously, I have never seen them act so vicious.”

“Marinette must have turned them against me.” Lila’s face suddenly hardened. “She’s out to get me Alya. You know she is. She’s taking everyone away from me!” Lila surged forward, grabbing the girl’s shoulder. “She’s going to steal you too!”

“Marinette will never steal me from you Lila.” Alya sucked in a deep breath. “Your my best friend, and I’ve got your back no matter what!” God that left such an awful taste in her mouth.

“Thank you Alya!” Lila pulled the girl into a tight hug. One brunette’s face turned devious while it was hidden, the other simply rolled her eyes.

…

Nino took his seat at his desk, unable to hide the smile on his face. He was rewatching the video on his phone. He honestly hadn’t felt this good in a while, probably not since the last time he wielded the Turtle Miraculous. It felt like everything was over, but seeing as how Lila still had Alya, and probably Sabrina, who was out sick today, he figured it wasn’t. Meaning his job as mole wasn’t done quite yet. But the few minutes he had to celebrate the Liar’s major take down with his friends was invigorating and made him feel like he was operating at one hundred percent again.

Rose, Juleka and Mylène all came into class together, everyone already in the room standing up and cheering for them. Alya and Lila weren’t back from the bathroom yet, so Nino applauded them from his seat.

“Ladies and Gentlemen!” Kim shouted. “The hero of the hour, champion of love and justice herself!” He jumped up on his desk, extending his hands in an overly complicated gesture in Rose’s direction. “Ms. Rose Lavillant!”

Nino’s classmates cheered harder as Nathanael walked forward and embraced the tiny girl in a hug. “We’ve missed you sweetness.”

“I’ve missed you all too!” Rose hugged him back as forcefully as she could. “I’m so so sorry everyone!” She pulled back from the red head, positioning herself to look at those who filled the opposite side of the classroom as Nino. “Can you ever forgive me for falling for her lies?”

“It took all of us time to see she was lying,” Max came forward, setting his hand on Rose’s shoulder. “The important thing is that you finally saw through them.”

“Yeah, she’s pretty good at covering her ass, none of us blame you for taking so long.” Alix said, kicking her feet up on the desk.

“Do you think we could have our old seats back?” Juleka asked, voice quiet as she stepped forward and took Rose’s hand.

Kim jumped down from his and Alix’s shared desk. He held his arms wide open, embracing the two girls. “Welcome home babe.” He said, dramatized tears in his voice. “God we’ve missed you.”

Alix rolled her eyes. “Knock it off drama queen.” She yelled. “Seriously though,” She swung her feet around on the bench, standing up and gesturing to the seats. “It’s good to have you two back.”

“I think you mean three.” Max said, he and Nathanael had their arms draped over Mylène’s shoulders. The girl had a small blush dusting her cheeks as she climbed the steps towards the back of the room where her boyfriend sat.

“I’m really sorry I didn’t listen to you.” She whispered, eyes downcast. “Do you think you can forgive me?” Ivan gave a soft smile, scooting down the bench so that Mylène could sit by him. The girl sat down quickly, latching onto her boyfriend’s arm with a large smile.

“Power couple’s back,” Kim whispered. “We got all our lovely ladies on the side of truth and justice, I know have video of Rose striking her cute ass sailor moon pose. It’s like all's right with the world!” He said, sitting down at Alix’s old desk, the girl having reclaimed her seat now that everybody’s favorite girlfriends had retaken their old desk.

Everyone was happily chattering away, Marinette’s crew filling in the three girls on everything they missed when Lila and Alya walked in.

“Not all our lovely ladies have come to their senses.” Nino mumbled, resting his cheek against his fist. As long as Alya had yet to see the light, he couldn’t in good conscience retire as Marinette’s mole. And he certainly couldn’t leave his girlfriend alone with that coyote.

“How can you still be friends with her?” Mylène asked. “After knowing everything was lie?”

Alya shot the girl a dirty look. “She lied about having a boyfriend, that didn’t give you the right to humiliate her in front of the whole school.” She crossed her arms tightly over her chest. “I swear, you’ve all become as bad as Marinette.” Alya took her seat behind Nino, Lila sitting where Marinette once did, large crocodile tears still streaming down her face.

“Seriously Nino?” Juleka whispered, disbelief in her eyes.

The boy simply shook his head, turning away from the majority of his classmates. Alix flipped around on her knees, leaning close to the goth girl and whispering into her ear, she then moved on to give the small explanation to Rose. In the back of the room Ivan was quietly filling Mylène in on Nino’s situation.

The three girls were quiet, save for Rose’s soft. “Oh.” Thankfully it wasn't loud enough for Alya or Lila to hear.

It wasn’t long before Miss Bustier came into the classroom. She set her papers down on her desk, then turned to write something on the board before finally facing the class. Her eyes scanned the room slowly, a loud sigh escaping her lips. “Okay,” She breathed. “Let’s just begin class.” The poor woman was so tired.

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Him // Zabdiel De Jesùs

hey loves ! i’m sorry i haven’t been active as much, when i was working and dealing with stuff mentally, i needed a break. despite the hard times everyone is going through right now, i hope ou are all doing well and staying safe/healthy with your families. if you need anything or anyone to talk to , im always here and i hope you guys enjoy this chapter :)

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The feeling never left your system. The pain and sadness that aches your heart were still there and haven’t left ever since the feelings made its way into your life. You try to push the feelings away by going for walks in your neighborhood, baking cookies late in the night, reading books at the bookstore near your place, things that would make you busy and bring a smile to your face and yet, none of them worked.

Zabdiel was still running through your mind and you didn’t know how to get him out of your head. Your mind and heart were used to the fact that Zabdiel was part of your daily routine and always in your life. Now that he wasn’t part of it, the feeling was foreign to you. For as long as you can remember, you and Zabdiel were joined at the hip. That you didn’t remember what it felt like to be on your own without calling, talking, face timing and overall interacting with him. Ever since the fight between Zabdiel, everything was different. There was no more going to talking to Zabdiel about your day, checking in on how he was doing, talking about the music they were working on and joking around while laughing at jokes he’d make. There was no more going over each other’s places when there were ups and downs of your friendship and now everything has changed, you didn’t know if it would ever be the same.

Today was one of those days again where you would stay in bed at your apartment, not wanting to go out and socialize. All you wanted to do was watch television, maybe eat if you had an appetite, and sleep. You didn’t have any motivation whatsoever to go out and be productive and luckily, you were still able to work at home rather than having to go to the studio and see the face of the person you still love, you couldn’t handle it. You couldn’t handle seeing his face without wanting to cry, you couldn’t handle seeing the smile that plastered his face and you knew he was faking it, you couldn’t handle the truth. Though you knew what the truth was, your mind or more of your heart still couldn’t handle that things between you and Zabdiel still weren’t solved. The fight you had with Zabdiel affected not only you, mentally and physically, but emotionally.

You mentally couldn’t get over the fact of what Zabdiel had said to you. You knew it was selfish, but at the same time, you had to get over him and he needed to focus on himself and at the time, his own relationship. Though trying to get over Zabdiel didn’t work, you had good intentions not only for you but for him as well. You knew he deserved to be happy and though it wasn’t with you, whoever made him happy, you’d not only be there for him but be his best friend, you’d steer him in the right direction even if it cost you your own feelings to get hurt. Having Zabdiel in your life as a best friend was better than not having him at all and it kept mentally fucking with your head that through it all, Zabdiel and Gwen ended up not working out and you never heard from someone who was supposed to be your best friend.

If he didn’t like how things ended, why didn’t he reach out?

Why was he waiting for you to say or do anything about it?

Did he think that it was on you to reach out?

The games your mind was playing was affecting your day to day life to a point where you gave up and questioned every little thing.

Physically, you didn’t want to get up. You didn’t have any motivation to get up out of bed or out of your apartment and do anything productive or even go outside for a walk. Your mind wanted to keep you in this deep, dark and endless hole that took over not only your mind but most of all your heart. It felt as though your whole body was weighed down by the hurt and pain Zabdiel had caused you, all up to this very point in your life, and started to tear your body apart. Piece by piece, until you gave up and let the weight of it all win. Emotionally where could you start? The man whom you called your best friend, the man whom you loved with all you had, the man whom you called when you needed a shoulder to cry on and all of the above.

You could go on and on about Zabdiel but you were stuck on one thought that had been bothering you for some time since the fight broke out, How could one man affect a person so much to a point where the person affected can’t function without them? Before your mind could go deeper into thought, a knock on your door rang throughout your apartment. No one had come over in what felt like weeks so it surprised you that someone was at your door. With however much energy and strength you had left, you made your way to your door and open it.

“Bonita, you look a mess. Have you eaten? Have you slept? Have you taken care of yourself?” You groan not only from the light that made its way into your dark apartment but from Richard’s loud voice that rang throughout your apartment. You shut and locked your door after Richard came in. You turn around and were met with an empty apartment but you could hear Richard’s voice and found out it was coming from your room. You made your way to your room slowly, feeling as though there was a weight strapped to your ankle and as you entered your room, Richard pulled back the curtains to let the light in which blinds you.

“AY DIOS MIO!! WHAT THE FUCK RICHARD?! CLOSE THE FUCKING CURTAINS BEFORE I SOCK THE FUCK OUT OF YOU!! THE LIGHT IS BLINDING MY FUCKING EYES DUMBASS!!” You groan and make your way to your bed in which you bury yourself in your covers to hide away from the light that now fills your once darkened room. Not a second later, the covers were pulled off your body by none other than Richard and by that time, you couldn’t fall back asleep so you sat up.

“Y/n. Amor. It’s 3 in the afternoon and you’re here asleep? Is this what you’ve been doing for the past weeks since what happened between you and Zabdiel? Y/n, I know you’re hurting right now more than anything and I know that and though Zabdiel hurt you unintentionally, you need to pick yourself up and try to carry on with your life whether he ends up coming back or not, that’s up to him at this point pero, you can’t wait for him Y/n. You can’t work your life around someone’s decision that might not ever come. I know it’s sad to say and it sucks but it's the truth. How will you move on if you keep holding onto the person that hurt you most? Who had taken advantage of you and your kind heart? Who always came to you when he needed a shoulder to cry on because he knew you’d ALWAYS be there for him, but when you needed him, he wasn’t there for you like you were for him. When will the pain and suffering of your heart end amor? It starts with you and the decisions you make from this point forward. I know you will find the person in your life who will make your heart race, who will always be there to pick you up when you’re feeling down, who will shower you with the love and happiness you deserve in this lifetime and more. Who will remind you every day that you are loved by them when you feel like no one does, who will remind you that you are never truly alone because they’re there by your side. Who will always make you feel beautiful even when you don’t feel like it, and more. This fight between you and Zabdiel, it's an obstacle in your life that God and the universe has given you to see how you’ll handle it along with a lesson that is coming out of it. I don’t know why people like you and I go through rough patches in our love life, get our hearts played with and more shit than we can imagine, but from experience, I know you will heal from this and will be able to move forward with your life, but in order to heal from this, you have to pick yourself up and move on little by little and know you’re not alone. You’re never alone because you have me, the boys, Clara, your family, and friends. As long as you’re alive and part of our lives, you are NEVER alone Y/n and I can promise you that.”

As Richard finished with his speech, you didn’t realize he sat on your bed in front of you, looking with concerned eyes. Before you could think of anything, you lean forward and hug Richard, collapsing into his arms and before you knew it, the tears that you didn’t know that were waiting to come out, spill out of your eyes and onto Richard’s shoulder. Richard wraps his arms around you, one hand rubbing your back and the other running through your hair trying to calm your cries down.

The words Richard had told you hit hard and different this time. He was right, it was hard to accept, but he was right about it all. You couldn’t wait for Zabdiel. You couldn’t wait to hear from him or for him to come and finally say something because he would’ve done that already. He needed to figure out his life and so did you. You didn’t want to dwell on the pain and hurt Zabdiel had caused you. You let go of Richard and wipe the tear away with your hands.

“Lo siento. I didn’t mean to ruin your shirt,” before you could say anything else, Richard lets out a light laugh and looks at you. He wipes away the tears left on your face and gives you a small smile.

“You’re okay Y/n. It’s okay to cry, you’re hurt and in pain. It’s better to let it out instead of keeping it to a point where you won’t be able to handle it anymore and it bursts out. Like Shrek said, “Better out than in, I always say.” Let it out, you’ll feel better after and you know that.” You laugh at what Richard had said and thought about it. Again, he wasn’t wrong because letting it all finally come out felt better. It hurt but letting it out, crying it out, screaming and talking about it, you could feel weight being lifted off your shoulders. You're so lost in thought that you don’t notice Richard by your room door until he calls your name and you snap out of it.

“Y/n. Y/n? Earth to Y/n? Y/N! Now that I have your attention? I’m going to let you get yourself ready and while you do That, I’m going to get us some lunch. Make sure you wear something to go out in because we’re getting you out of this place and you’re going to have fun. You can choose and let me know by the time I get back or I’m choosing.” With that, Richard leaves you to get ready before you say anything. You mentally remind yourself to thank Richard at the end of the day for what he’s doing to help you.

You sit and continue to let your mind get lost in thought before Richard interrupted. The weight that lifted off your shoulders made you feel like a piece of you that was lost, had been found. You smile to yourself and go to your side table to pick up your phone to see many missed messages and calls. You sigh and clear the notifications, not bothering to look at who had called or texted. You walk to your closet, thinking of what you wanted to wear and where you’d want to go. You wanted to wear something comfortable that you were also able to go out in and as you skimmed your closet, you found the perfect outfit. You pulled out your loose white t-shirt, along with your long cream cardigan to keep you warm incase it got cold. You pulled out your light denim jeans that had a couple rips along with your black combat boots. You lay your outfit on your bed along with your shoes lined up next to your bed and head to your bathroom. You decide that today was going to be a different day than the others you had. You turn on your shower and wait for the water to get warm. While waiting, you decide to go out to your room and grab your speaker to bring to the bathroom. You unlock your phone and connect it to your speaker and browsed through your music, deciding to put it on shuffle since the water has heated and you didn’t want to waste any. Not long later, “Tusa” by Karol G and Nicki Minaj erupts from the speakers and you start singing along to the lyrics, making sure you don’t fall in the shower. You’re almost done when you hear Nicki Minaj and let whatever you were feeling out.

“‘Cause I know I’m the baddest bitch you ever really met

You searchin’ for a badder bitch ain’t you ain’t met her yet”

You ended up almost screaming the lyrics, letting the anger and pain out of your system. To you, out of all the lyrics in the song, those stuck out to you. Though Zabdiel and you were never together, you realised that you were someone he couldn’t replace. You wanted to finally move on from him having a hold on you and that starts by realizing your own worth. You turn off your shower, change and decide to do your make-up. You grab your make-up and bring it to your bathroom, you decide to not put too much on and go with a natural look. Your speaker was still blaring out music as you continued to do your make-up. You heard an up-beat song and you knew exactly what was playing, “Break Up Song” by Little Mix. You grabbed your hairbrush on top of your sink and decide to yell out the lyrics.

“Ain't no more tears (Oh)

Ain't gonna cry (Oh, oh-ho)

Boy, I'll do anything to get you off my mind

I'm gonna dance (I'm gonna dance)

Under the lights (Under the lights)

Boy, I'll do anything to get you off my mind”

You dance around your bathroom singing the lyrics in front of the mirror. You didn’t realize Richard had come back from getting both of you food because when you turned around, you almost screamed loudly. He was standing in the bathroom doorway laughing at you. You groan, pause the song and punch his arm, making sure you didn’t hit him too hard, but enough for him to feel the pain.

“NEVER scare me like that again Richard! I thought you were a stranger and common courtesy, you could’ve rang the doorbell, knocked on my door, or a good idea, CALLED OR TEXTED MY PHONE DUMBASS!!” You were pissed but continue to finish your make-up as Richard entered your bathroom, pulled down the toilet seat cover and sat down.

“So, I got us In-N-Out and it’s on the table. Whenever you’re ready let me know but did you decide where you wanted to go?” You finish putting lip gloss on and thought about where you really wanted to go. Where was the place where you felt comfortable? A place where you could always escape reality? You grab your phone and walk out of your bathroom and turn around to Richard still sitting.

“Are you coming or what?” You say as you walk out of your room and toward your kitchen as Richard follows you but went to your dining table to grab the food he had gotten for the both of you. You open your front door and held it open so Richard was able to go through first and once he was outside of your apartment, you grab your keys off from the counter in your kitchen, walk outside of your apartment, close the door and make sure to lock it. You walk down the hallway, Richard walking behind you. You open the doors to the stairwell of your apartment building and instead of going down, you climb the next couple flights of stairs, Richard still following behind you. There were 15 stories to your apartment building and you lived on the 5th floor. You reached the 10th floor when you heard groaning and whining coming from behind you.

“C’mon Y/n, how much more do we have to climb up? I’m getting tired, my legs are starting to feel like jello and this food is getting heavy!” You laugh and kept climbing the stairs as you look down to Richard who stopped at the 10th floor and you were one story up.

“Aww, is Richard tired? What happened to the strong guy who said could do anything and be able to take anything or anyone on? C’mon, are you going to keep complaining about these stairs and admit you’re weak? Or are you going to man up and keep going? We only have 5 more stories to go,” You taunt Richard and kept going. You hear him groan and footsteps follow behind you. It didn’t take long for you to make it to the top of the stairwell and you wait for Richard. Not a moment later, you see Richard climbing the last bit of stairs, huffing and puffing and you laugh a bit. Richard gave you a look like he was pissed off but he was relieved it was all over.

“We are NOT doing that ever again or at least for a while. I really need to sit down because that workout has me hungry. By the way, where are we? This better be worth climbing all those stairs.” You laugh and grab the food from his hand while he catches his breath.

“First of all, I’m sorry but this was the only way to get up to this level since the elevator doesn’t come up to this floor.” Before you were able to continue, Richard interrupted you.

“But we could’ve taken the elevator to the floor before and then just climbed the stairs to this floor, but instead you decided we both do an intense leg workout. While you’re doing okay, I’m here dying and feeling like I’m about to cough out my lungs.” Richard said to you as he still tried to catch his breath. You shook your head at him and continued to talk to him.

“See, doing all of that would suck out the fun of it and we both needed that exercise, I’m just more used to it more than you. Anyways, back to what I was saying. Second, you’ll see once you get yourself and breathing under control and third, trust me. Climbing all of those flights of stairs is going to be worth it. So, are you ready?” Richard finally catches his breath, looks at you and nods his head. You smile and turn around to open the door to one of your favorite places.

You open the door to the rooftop of your apartment building and instead of it just being a roof the place was decorated for people to hangout. There were 4 sets of couches that were formed so it circled around tables that had a small fire pit in the middle to keep them warm. Next to the couches were tables for people to sit at along with a small outdoor stage on one of the ends that had working sets of lights. On the other end of the rooftop was a decent sized place to have parties that had the walls made of glass. It had a bar in case people wanted to drink when they threw parties and tables inside it as well. You walk towards one of the sets of couches and set the food and drinks down on the table and turn around to see Richard mesmerized by what he was seeing. You laugh a bit and walk around, taking in the fresh air you missed and the view that always took your breath away when you were up on the rooftop.

“Welcome to one of my favorite places in the world where I come to escape all the craziness. I come here when I need space to think or breathe, when I need a breath of fresh air and don’t want to be in a public area, where I come to collect and clear my thoughts, but most of all, this is the place where Zabdiel and I come to hangout and just relax.” You walk to the railing and look out to take in the view from the rooftop. The sun was now setting and the colors of the sky danced with orange, purple and a hint of pink. You feel a single tear rolling down your cheek and before you were able to wipe it away, you felt another hand beat you to it. You were lost in thought, you didn’t notice but Richard was right next to you, looking out to see the view as well.

“I could see why it would be one of your favorite places Y/n, it’s beautiful.” You smile and continue to look out in the distance. Before you were able to talk, Richard beat you to it.

“Wait, you said that Zabdiel and you would come up here together? Why not tell the boys and I about it or how come you never brought any of us up here besides Zabdiel?” You look down and the memories slide back into your mind of the countless times you and Zabdiel would come up here, you turn to look at Richard and smile.

“I told Zabdiel that this was our secret place. Our place where no one, not even you and the boys, would be able to find either of us. A place where if either of us needed the other, this is where we’d meet.” You look down and pause, the memory of how this place became yours coming to light. You look back up to Richard with tears in your eyes and he rubs your back, trying to calm you down, you let out a sigh and continue.

“This place was mine first of course since I live here. I used to come up here and do work if I wanted to be out in the open but not in a place where it’d be noisy. A place where if I needed to cry, I could since no one really comes up here. It was my own escape from the pressure of everything and everyone. Until one night, this small rooftop became ours.”

*FLASHBACK 1 YEAR AGO*

Today wasn’t your day at all. It seems as though everything was falling apart and not going right and there was nothing you could do about it. This morning, you had a big meeting with Clara and the boys discussing music, interviews, new collaborations, and more. You didn’t hear your alarm go off and ended up waking up an hour late and came to find out you set the alarm for 7PM instead of 7AM. You looked at your phone and saw you had MANY missed calls from the boys and Clara. You jumped out of bed and ran to your closet. You grab a pair of light denim skinny jeans with rips, a cropped black long sleeve and black socks. You change quickly and ran to your bathroom where you did your morning routine. You decide to leave your hair the way it was since you were running late and ran back to your room.

You went to your bedside table to grab your necklaces to put on and went to your closet to grab your black ankle boots. You look at yourself in your full-length mirror that was in the corner of your room to make sure you look decent and presentable. You grab your phone off of the bed and run out to your dining room to grab your planner, computer and purse. You make sure you have everything with you as you went to your kitchen counter to grab your keys and see it’s not where you leave them. You glance at the time to see that it was 8:30AM and the meeting had started at 8AM. You put down everything on your kitchen counter to search through your apartment for your keys. About 30 minutes later and almost tearing up your apartment, you find your keys on your bedside table. You groan, grab your things quickly and run out the door of your apartment, making sure to close and lock your door.

You run to the elevator to see it was closed until later this afternoon for maintenance and roll your eyes. You make your way to the stairwell and climb down the stairs as fast as you could and are relieved when you finally make it to the bottom stairs. You open the door and almost run into a couple of people trying to get outside to your car. You make it to your car and once you sit down in the driver’s seat, you let out a sigh, trying to catch your breath after all the running you did. You pull into the boy’s apartment since the meeting was only between Clara, the boys and you since management already knew what was going on. You look at your phone to see it was 9:15AM and you were already over an hour late for the meeting. You walk as fast as you could to the boys’ apartment building and headed to their floor. Once you made it to their floor, you knock on the door and you’re not surprised when you see Zabdiel open the door.

“Y/n, you’re late! Clara and everyone are going to be pissed!” Zabdiel shut the door quietly once you made your way into the boys apartment as you tried to come up with an excuse to tell Clara. You recently were hired by Clara to become her assistant and you already screwed up on your first day. Zabdiel led you to the dining room where the meeting was being held and stop.

“You owe me Y/n. I covered for you and said you weren’t feeling good last night when I went over to see you. I tried calling and texting you to tell you but you didn’t open any of my messages and didn’t text me back. I know how much this job means to you and I couldn’t see something bad happen on your first day, I’ll always be there for you bebe.” You hug Zabdiel and you both made your way to the dining room.

The rest of the meeting resumed for another 45 minutes and ended. Clara talked to you and caught you up on what you missed during the first part of the meeting and by the time you both were done talking, the boys came back with food for everyone. You looked at the time and saw it was now 10:30AM.

“Come Y/n, we got you food from Shake Shack and you’re favorite, chocolate milkshake.” You walk over to Zabdiel, grab the milkshake and kiss his cheek. “Gracias, I needed that and also, thank you for saving my ass. I really do owe you one Zabdiel,” you smile at each other and take a seat at the dining table to start eating. You end up hanging out at the boy’s apartment and you all end up watching a movie and playing video games. Currently, you and Chris were sitting on the couch as he attempted to teach you how to play Fortnite.

“What the fuck Y/n!! This is the third time you killed me and now I’m out.” You laugh as Chris drops his controller in his lap and rubs his face with his hands. “Guess I’m better at this than you thought. Pero like, I already knew how to play because I play this at my apartment, I just don’t play it when y’all are around.” Chris stands up and looks at you with his hand on his chest to act like he’s hurt.

“You hurt me hermana and now you’re going to pay for lying to me.” Your eyes widen as Chris grins at you. You stand up and run away from Chris before he could catch you and as he chases you throughout the living room, you see Zabdiel and hide behind him, using him as a shield.

“Zabdiel protect me from Chris, he’s trying to attack me.”

“What did you do now Y/n?” He looks down at you and you become quiet.

“I beat him at Fortnite and um… I may have lied to him about knowing how to play?” He laughs at you and looks at Chris with a playful grin.

“I got this hermano,” your eyes widen and Chris starts laughing loudly as he walks away.

“Good luck Y/n, you’ll need it.” You immediately try to run from Zabdiel and before you are able to escape, Zabdiel grabs your wrist and yanks you back towards him. He throws you over his shoulders and walks towards the living room.

“What did we say about lying amor. You know what happens when you lie and though I like messing with Chris and I give you props for that, you knew this was coming.”

Zabdiel throws you on the couch and your eyes widen. You started liking Zabdiel not long ago but you were late. Zabdiel started seeing a woman named Gwen and from what he told you, things with them were going well and you could tell Zabdiel was head over heels for Gwen. You came back to reality and looked Zabdiel in the eye and you knew what came next. Before you were able to protest, Zabdiel leans down and starts tickling you. Your uncontrollable laughs fill the boys’ apartment, tears fill your eyes from laughing too much.

“ZABDIEL! STOP! I CAN’T BREATHE! AHHH! S-S-S-ST-STOPPP!” Not long later you heard a phone go off and Zabdiel stopped tickling you, indicating it was his phone going on. He walks away from you and grabs his phone on the dining room table and looks to see who was calling him. He smiles and looks back up to you and as you sit up, he starts walking in the direction of his room.

“I have to take this but you got saved this time Y/n. I won’t be long, I’ll be right back.” You grab your phone off the floor and catch your breath from being attacked by Zabdiel.

“Thanks for the help assholes.” The boys laugh at you and you all continue to chill in the living room, doing your own thing.

“Zabdiel isn’t coming out of his room anytime soon so we might as well just watch movies,” Richard spoke and all of the boys agreed. You look up from your phone with a confused look, none of the boys knew about your liking of Zabdiel and you intend to keep it that way for as long as you could.

“Why do you all say that?” They look at each other and towards you with the facial expression showing that you should know why.

“Did you see the way he smiled down at his phone when he saw who was calling him? It was definitely Gwen. It wouldn’t be his mom because he would’ve answered the call unless otherwise and if so, he would’ve told us pero, that’s definitely Gwen. He gets all giddy and smiley when she calls and texts him. You should know this by now Y/n, you guys are best friends.” After Chris answers your questions, the boys clean up the living room a bit and bring out blankets and pillows for movie night.

You zoned out as the boys got the living room ready and went into thought. Your feelings for Zabdiel were growing fast as time was passing and you didn’t know how to stop them. You were taking a liking to Zabdiel but you also didn’t want to lose your friendship with him. You didn’t know if you were ever going to tell him especially now since he’s together with Gwen. You weren’t going to be a home-wrecker and risk everything for a phase that would pass over, you hope this was a phase at least. You come back from zoning out to see that the boys were now settled and picking a movie to watch. You look at your phone to see it was 5PM and a reminder on your phone popped up.

*DATE @ 8PM*

You stand up quickly and go to the dining table to grab your things. The boys notice your sense of urgency and have questionable looks on their face. “Where are you going that has you running out of here quickly?” You heard Erick say to you and turn around to see all of the boys looking at you. You walk to all of them and kiss them on the cheek goodbye.

“I forgot, I’m going out tonight and I still have to go home and get ready. Just tell Zabdiel I left, I don’t want to bother and interrupt him.” In all honesty, you want to get out of there as fast as you could, but you also really needed to get ready. Before you were able to open the door and escape you were stopped by one of the boys talking to you.

“Who are you going out with? Do we know this person? Have we met him/her before? Where are you going? And most important of all, WHAT’S HIS NAME?” Richard says loudly and you laugh and turn towards the boys, smiling at them.

“None of your business, no you don’t know them, I decline to say, again, none of your business and again, NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS, bye.” Before the boys were able to ask you more questions, you escape their apartment and ran towards the elevator. You made it down to your car and tried to turn it on, realising you left the lights on and now your car was dead. You groan and grab your phone and dial Richard’s number, seeing as you knew Zabdiel was still on the phone with Gwen.

Richard: What’s up Y/n, I thought you left?

Y/n: I tried to, my car’s dead and I was wondering if you’d be able to drop me off at my apartment?

Richard: I will BUT, you have to tell me what you’re doing tonight.

Y/n: Ugh FINE. Just please hurry up please!

Richard: I’ll be right there.

You hang up and wait for Richard and not long later, you see Richard pull up next to you in Chris’ red subaru. You make sure you have everything, lock your car and hop into the passenger seat.

“Does Chris know you took his car? You know how he gets.” You look to Richard and he looks back at you.

“No he doesn’t know but I know you need to get home quickly and I just grabbed whatever keys I did and speaking of plans, what are you doing tonight that you can’t miss, had you rushing out the door and you didn’t even say goodbye to Zabdiel, that’s not like you hermana.” You stay quiet for a bit, not ready to tell Richard what you were doing but you decide to tell him anyways.

“For your information, I’m going on a date tonight. Also, I didn’t want to bother Zabdiel since he’s talking to Gwen and they’re talking so yeah.” You look out the window and you can feel Richard looking at you.

“Have you told Zabdiel yet?” You look down and back up towards the road in front of you.

“No and please don’t tell him. I don’t want him to know right now and I want it to come from me.”

“Why haven’t you told him yet? You never keep things from Zabdiel, especially things like this so why now? It’s not a big deal unless you like him.” You stay quiet and keep looking at the road in front of you. You didn’t want anyone to know that you were falling for your best friend but it was Richard and you both were close almost like you and Zabdiel were. You look towards him and shrug as he turns to look at you.

“I never meant to catch feelings for him or when I started to catch them, it just happened.” Luckily for you, Richard and you were now in front of your apartment building and Richard turns off the car and looks at you.

“You know I kind of knew it would happen one way or another. I won’t tell Zabdiel Y/n, that’s something you have to tell him and I won’t tell him about tonight if you don’t want me to.” You look to Richard and hug him before you get out.

“Gracias hermano, get home safe and text me when you get back. Thank you again, you’re a lifesaver.” You climb out of the car and wave at Richard as he waves back and drives off. You walk into your apartment building and make your way to the elevator to go up to your apartment. You go to unlock your door and close it behind you, making sure you lock it. You walk towards your dining room table and set your things down and look at your phone to see the time.

6:30PM

You run to your room to get ready, excited to see how tonight’s going to be after the unfortunate events that happened today.

*AN HOUR AND 15 MINUTES LATER*

You were now dressed up waiting for your date to arrive. You ended up wearing a black dress that hugged your body well and was short in the front and long in the back along with a pair of red heels. You sat on the couch with your phone in hand. You waited for a text or call from your date to see where he was at, if he was on the way, or if he was coming tonight. It was now 8:15PM and you still heard nothing from him. You decide that enough was enough and call it for the night. You didn’t want to be in your apartment so you decide to go to your special place where no one would find you, a place where you need to be alone to clear your mind, especially after today. You grab your house keys and make your way out of the apartment and lock the door. You walk towards the stairwell and start climbing to the very top and once you make it there, you open the door and breathe in the fresh air. No one really came up here unless they rented the rooftop for a party, but it was open to people who live here to relax and since you were the only one to really come up here, it was yours. You sit on the couch and pull out your phone and open up your messages to text Richard.

Y/n: You’ll never guess what happened tonight Richard.

Not a moment later your phone starts to ring and you see Richard’s name on your screen.

Y/n: Hello?

Richard: Did he try to make a move on you? I swear I’m going to beat that guy up!

Y/n: No, no, no, no. That didn’t happen, actually, none of that happened including the date since he didn’t show up to pick me up.

Richard: WHAT?! OH HELL NO! I swear I’m going to find this boy and give him a piece of my mind.

Y/n: No, don’t do that Richard, He’s really not worth it and after today, I’m kind of just tired now.

Richard: I’m sorry this happened to you Y/n, you didn’t deserve this at all. Do you need anything or for me to come over?

Y/n: No, it’s okay. I’m just going to relax and then go to sleep. Thank you for being there for me Richard, I appreciate and love you hermano. Buenas noches

Richard: I’ll always be here for you hermana, te amo y buenas noches

You lock your phone and set it next to you on the couch. You start to feel tears spill out of your eyes. Everything about today was going wrong and this topped the whole day. You wanted this day to finally be over and decide to head back to your apartment until your phone rang again and you answered before even looking at who was calling you.

Y/n: Richard, I told you I’m okay. Please don’t come over, I just want to be alone right now.

Zabdiel: Amor, I may not be Richard but I’m still coming over. In fact, I’m already here in front of your apartment building and I’m heading up now.

You stay silent while you are on the phone with Zabdiel. You didn’t think he’d come to your rescue at all, especially since the last time you saw him, he was engaged in a long conversation with Gwen.

Y/n: Well I’m not in my apartment right now.

Zabdiel: Where are you? I’m not leaving until I see you and see you’re okay.

Y/n: Take the stairs all the way up and open the door, I’ll be there.

You hang up as you wait for Zabdiel to come up and meet you. You never told anyone about this place because it was your special place to hide from the world and everyone, like you didn’t want to be found. You stand up and go to the railing and look out at the view. All of the lights from the city were on and you could see all of the cars and people moving down below, relaxing to the quiet sounds trying to calm down before Zabdiel came up here to see you.

You heard the door open and you immediately knew Zabdiel was now up there with you in your special place. You hear the door close and shuffling of feet coming towards you, knowing Zabdiel was going to stand next to you, you look over to him and give him a small smile. He puts his hand over yours and looks down at you with concerned eyes.

“Bonita, estas bien? What happened? Richard didn’t tell me pero, he said to come here to see you because you didn’t want him to come and he knew you needed someone here with you.” You squeeze his hand and let go to turn towards him. You look up and quietly laugh a little and start walking around the rooftop.

“I’m good ya know, today was just great. I ended up being late on my first day on the job, my car broke down earlier so i don’t have a car right now, and to top it all off, my date stood me up and ghosted me so yep, i’m doing GREAT.” You walk and sit down on the couch, head now in your hands as tears slips down your face as you feel Zabdiel’s eyes on you. You feel the couch dip and immediately, Zabdiel pulls you into his arms, kisses the top of your head and runs his fingers through your hair, trying to calm the sobs now coming out of your mouth.

“Date? I didn’t know you were going on a date tonight, why didn’t you tell me?” You get out of his hold and look up at him.

“Doesn’t matter anymore does it? Because it didn’t happen and I shouldn’t be surprised as this day was going to shit anyways so there you have it.” You lean back into Zabdiel as he wraps his arms around you again.

“You know what Y/n? Besides not telling me, whoever this guy is, he doesn’t deserve someone like you at all and he lucked out. You’re going to find that special someone one day and when you do, I know you’ll be happy and I’ll be right there for you always amor.” Zabdiel kisses the top of your head and you two sit in comfortable silence as you start to think about the crush you have on Zabdiel and how you wanted to tell him right here, right now, but you knew as of now, that day would never come as long as Gwen is in the picture and also not wanting to lose Zabdiel’s friendship if you told him and he didn’t feel the same way back. Zabdiel was one of the most important people in your life and if he’s happy with Gwen, then you’d rather him be happy with the person he’s interested in than take that away from him and ruin your friendship. You both stay in silence, happy that Zabdiel was here for you.

“So Y/n, why haven’t you told me about this place? Or have taken me up here with you?” You sit up and look at Zabdiel and smile at him, you look at the sky and feel as though maybe this day wouldn’t be ending how this whole day had been.

“Don’t you have a place where you escape to and even I don’t know about? A place where you can escape to when you need to escape and when you feel as though everything is closing in on you? A place where you feel as though nothing or anyone can be able to touch you? A place where you can breathe, relax and just be by yourself? That’s what this place is to me, my own little personal space I’d come to escape to when I needed to.” Silence took over the both of you and you look over to Zabdiel and he was looking up at the stars. He looks at you and into your eyes, smiling down at you.

“I wish I had a place like this. A place to escape all of the craziness and just be able to breathe.” Zabdiel sighs and you look at him. Zabdiel is your best friend and maybe this wouldn’t only be your special place after tonight. You knew how hard Zabdiel life was, when CNCO formed, everything for him changed in one night.

“It’s not my special place anymore Zabdiel, It’s our special place. I see what you go through and have been for years now, you have a place to escape and craziness you call life, but don’t tell the other boys okay? Or I’ll beat you up.” You both laugh and though today was shit, it ended well for you and Zabdiel was always there to catch you.

*END OF FLASHBACK*

“Damn, Y/n. I can see why this would be a place for you both, it’s beautiful up here.” You look at Richard and back out into the distance.

“By the way I’m sorry you had to see me yelling and jamming out like that earlier. I know I don’t have to explain to you, but you’ve been here for me through it all and I need to get it out.” You look to Richard and he nods for you to continue to go on.

“After what you told me about moving on with my life and to stop revolving my life around someone who won’t even reach out to me, it hit me differently. You’re right and though Zabdiel is or was my best friend, I need to stop waiting for him to call and keep myself in this funk. He’s living his own life and I finally need to live mine too. I need to stop crying and being sad because I’m not living my life and time moves on with or without me. I need to get him off of my mind and move forward and I know it will be hard but, I think I’m ready to do just that.” You look to Richard and smile while leaning in to give him a hug.

“Also, I really appreciate you being there for me. It means a lot knowing that I’m not alone through this process.” Richard kisses the top of your head and lays his head on yours.

“I’ll always be here for you hermana, always.”

*TWO MONTHS LATER*

These past months were hard, not going to lie. From getting used to Zabdiel not calling and texting to not seeing Zabdiel on a regular basis. You were still working from home because you didn’t feel ready to see Zabdiel in person yet and though you knew that the day would be coming, it wasn’t going to be today. It slowly and surely was getting easier since you weren’t alone during this time. Richard would come visit you a lot and sometimes bring the boys over, minus Zabdiel. You still haven’t seen or heard from him at all these past months and the only time you’d see what he would be up to is if you were on social media and he posts. Most of the time he would post and tweet about himself and/or Gwen, though it hurt you, you were making progress little by little.

It is now April which meant springtime and in Miami, it was still hot with a cool breeze. You and Richard were at your apartment hanging out watching tv deciding on what to do today since you were done with all of your work for the week.

“Should we go to the beach and invite the boys? Just to get out of here and get some fresh air? We haven’t been to the beach in forever even though I live right down the street from one.” Richard contemplates on what to do as you threw out the suggestion towards him. You both were sitting next to each other on your couch, Richard turns towards you.

“Or how about this Y/n, since we’re here at your place all the time, why don’t we go to me and the boys place? I know you dread seeing Zabdiel but you have to see him eventually since one, you guys are somewhat friends and I’m in a band with him.” You look at Richard and sigh.

“I don’t know Richard, I don’t think I’m ready to see him yet. I know I’ve been doing great these past two months but I’m scared that if I see him, I’ll be thrown into my old cycle again.”

“I know you don’t want to see him Y/n, but when will you come back to see the boys and I outside of your apartment? What will happen when one day we go out and he ends up meeting with us or we run into him? Remember what we said, we’re not going to let him control your life? You’ve been doing really good and taking steps, but I know you’re strong enough to actually face him and if he clears things up with you, even better and if not then just do you. Remember you won’t be alone with him, you have me and the boys so just focus on that.” You contemplate in your mind on what to do. It was 3PM and you did want to get out of your apartment but were you ready to see Zabdiel? You didn’t want him controlling on decisions you make and places you want to go because you didn’t want to see him. Again, Richard was right and you eventually were bound to see him. You stood up from your couch and looked at Richard.

“Fuck it, let’s go. I’m not going to let whatever happened between him and I, along with my feelings control where I can go. I’m going to grab my things in my room and then we can head to your place.” Richard nods and continues to sit on your couch and be on his phone.

You walk to your room and make sure you look decent. You weren’t going to change and keep on what you were wearing which was a white cropped tank top and black jeans. You grab your purse making sure your wallet and whatever you needed was inside. You walk out to your living room and grab your phone on the coffee table in front of your couch. Richard gets up and makes sure he has everything before you both leave your apartment.

“You ready Y/n?” You walk to your kitchen counter, grab your keys and nod to Richard. You both decide to take separate cars in case you needed to go early or just didn’t want to be there anymore.

You both meet at the boy’s apartment and you feel anxiety and your nerves set in. Now that you were there outside their apartment it all hit you at once like a tidal wave. You were about to see Zabdiel after not speaking or seeing each other for the past couple months. You stay seated in your car and jump when you hear your passenger door open, Richard sitting down next to you.

“Hermana, estas bien?” He looks at you with concerned eyes as you have your eyes closed and are taking deep breaths, trying to calm every nerve in your body down along with the anxiety that was hitting you as well.

“If you don’t feel like you can do this at all, we can go back to your place or go to the beach if you want to. I’m sorry if I forced you to say yes, it’s just I think you're ready and clearly you don’t look okay right now. I feel awful and-” before Richard could go on, you look at him and lay your hand on top of his, grabbing his.

“Richard, you didn’t force me to do anything. It was my decision to come here at the end of the day so please, don’t feel awful. Whatever happens is what happens, for better or for worse, this is an obstacle I need to deal with now instead of delaying the inevitable and avoiding it. Also, I’m already here and there’s nothing stopping me now than myself, so let’s do this.” You squeeze Richard’s hand one more time and then grab your purse in the backseat and your phone from the compartment on the side of your car door.

You and Richard make your way inside and towards the elevators. The elevator ride up was nerve wracking for you as you made your way closer to seeing Zabdiel. Richard could tell you were starting to worry and decides to grab your hand, letting you know he’s there for you and you could do this. You both make your way towards the boy’s apartment and stand outside their door, waiting to go inside. You look towards Richard with a slight look of worry in your face.

“You can do this Y/n, I believe in you.” He mouths to you and you nod, letting out a sigh. Richard grabs his keys and unlocks the door, letting himself in and holding the door open for you to come in. He closes and locks the door behind you and you wait for him to make his way towards the boys first before you. As you both walk towards where the boys were, Richard emerges from the hall leading to the living room.

“Y’all, I’m back and I brought someone who wanted to see y’all with me.” You emerge behind Richard and wave to the boys. They didn’t notice you and Richard, you both laugh. Chris was sitting at the table eating while Joel and Erick were playing Mario Kart on the Switch and no sign of Zabdiel yet. The boys turn to look at you both and before you know it, they’re running towards the both of you. Before they tackled you, Richard stops and blocks them from you.

“Yo chill! Don’t hurt the girl when she just got here damn.” He moves out of the way and the first to hug you is Chris.

“Hermanaaaa! I missed you! I can’t believe you’re back after being away from a couple months but now you’re here and you look more alive. I’m glad you’re doing better.” Chris kisses your forehead and lets go of you so the rest of the boys can say hi. Erick’s next to hug you and since Erick was like a little brother to you, you missed him a lot.

“Y/n, I missed you so much!! It was boring here without seeing you for this long, I’m glad you’re back here hanging out with us.” Erick let’s go of you and the last to hug you is Joel.

“Y/n, I’m really really glad you’re back and doing better. I thought I was going to have to drive to your place and drag you back over here.” You both laugh and let go of each other.

“It’s really good to be back here, to be out of my apartment and most of all, be here with all of you.” You smile and make your way to the couch and chill. You decide to play Mario Kart with Erick, Joel and Richard while Chris orders food for all of you.

It was now 8PM and for the time you were at the boys place, you didn’t see Zabdiel at all. The boys said he wasn’t there when you came with Richard. They said he was at the studio, a place where he is most of the day as Erick told you, working on music and beats. At least you had some time to relax and make yourself comfortable before seeing Zabdiel. There was a knock on the door and Chris got up to get the door.

“I bet that’s the food, I’ll get it.” You hear Chris open the door and thank whoever brought the food. You hear Chris walk back quickly and make his way towards Richard, whispering in his ear. Richard looks towards you with concerned eyes and thanks Chris while Chris takes the food out of the bags. Richard makes his way towards you and before he’s able to tell you what Chris said to him, you hear someone making their way to the living room and speak.

“Y/n?” You look and see none other than Zabdiel looking at you with a confused look on his face.

You take in his appearance and he looks like he’s been doing fine without speaking and seeing you. You both hold eye contact, trying to let the words come out of your mouth, but nothing ends up coming out. Everyone stays silent, not knowing what to say until Chris speaks.

“Alright, come eat everyone!” You continue to look at Zabdiel, waiting for him to say anything and when nothing comes out, you look away and make your way to the table. Chris was sitting at the head of the table while Erick sat to his left and Richard sat to Chris’ left, Joel sat next to Erick and Zabdiel sat next to Joel. You were the last to get to the table and while there was an empty seat next to Zabdiel, you didn't hesitate and head for the empty seat next to Richard. Everyone starts to eat and you see a disappointed look on Zabdiel’s face.

“Did he really think I was going to sit next to him after not speaking to me at all for the past couple months?” You think to yourself and laugh inside your head.

“You okay Y/n?” Richard looks at you with concerned eyes and you nod and grab his hand that rests on the table to reassure him. You all continue to eat and talk as if nothing has changed these past couple months. You feel the tension in the air but push past it, not letting it get to you. Zabdiel didn’t talk at all and you being the bigger person decides to include him in the conversation.

“So Zabdiel, how are you and how was your day?” Everyone else was lost in their conversations until they heard Zabdiel slam his glass down on the table. Everyone looks towards him as he looks at you.

“That’s the first thing you’re going to say to me after not talking to me for months? Really Y/n? “How are you and how was your day?” Fuck that bullshit. If you wanted to know why didn’t you text me or call me huh? It’s not fucking hard at all.” Zabdiel continues eating and the rest of the boys turn to you and look with concerned eyes. You didn’t expect for Zabdiel to snap at you hard and instead of feeling sad, you were angry. You push your chair out and look at Zabdiel, ready to finally speak on the situation.

“Me not talking to you for months really? ME? Why the FUCK does it have to be me reaching out to you? The phone works both fucking ways right Zabdiel? So don’t say I should’ve texted you because THATS fucking bullshit.” You walk towards the couch and sit down. You hear someone get up from their seat and make their way towards you and see Zabdiel standing by you.

“You were the one to tell me you needed to take a break from our friendship and focus on your work and yourself remember? YOU said that Y/n.” You stand up, anger filling your body.

“Do you remember what else I said to you Zabdiel? You’re right, I said I needed to focus on myself but do you remember what I told you?” You pause and see if Zabdiel was going to speak and when nothing came out of his mouth, you continue.

“I told you to focus on you and your relationship with Gwen, remember? Or do you not remember when you told me that you both got into a fight about me and how I was always with you Zabdiel, do you remember?” Zabdiel stays quiet, you look around the room and see the boys looking at the both of you. You look back to Zabdiel still being quiet, anger getting into you, you let it all out, holding nothing back.

“You know what’s funny Zabdiel? Richard told me that you and Gwen broke up and that you wanted to talk to me and what did you do? Nothing. YOU DID FUCKING NOTHING ZABDIEL! IF YOU REALLY WANTED TO TALK TO ME, YOU FUCKING WOULD’VE PUT THE ISSUE ASIDE AND DID IT! I WAITED ZABDIEL, I WAITED FOR YOU TO TALK TO ME BECAUSE YOU TOLD ME THAT I WAS BEING SELFISH FOR TAKING TIME FOR MYSELF. YOU KNOW HOW MUCH THAT FUCKING HURT? OUT OF ALL THE PEOPLE, I THOUGHT YOU WOULD UNDERSTAND AND INSTEAD, YOU TURNED ON ME. YOU WERE THE SELFISH ONE ZABDIEL, NOT ME. DO YOU NOT REALIZE THAT YOU FUCKING HURT ME? OR ARE YOU TOO FUCKING PRIDEFUL AND DON’T WANT TO ADMIT IT? WE’RE SUPPOSED TO BE BEST FRIENDS ZABDIEL AND THAT DAY, YOU STOPPED BEING MY BEST FRIEND AND YOU LEFT ME ALL ALONE. ALL I WANTED WAS FOR YOU TO BE HAPPY BECAUSE YOU HAD SOMEONE IN YOUR LIFE WHO LOVED YOU AND YOU LOVE THEM RIGHT? I WAS BEING SELFLESS WHILE YOU WERE BEING SELFISH.” You made your way towards the bathroom and before you could make it, Zabdiel starts to talk.

“You know what Y/n? I’m tired of this shit. You were struggling? What about me? WHAT ABOUT ME? I DIDN’T KNOW WHAT TO SAY TO YOU OKAY? I FELT BAD BUT YOU KNOW WHAT? I DON’T ANYMORE. IT SEEMS LIKE YOU REPLACED ME WITH RICHARD RIGHT? BECAUSE I’M REPLACEABLE? WELL YOU KNOW WHAT? GO HANG OUT WITH YOUR NEW BEST FRIEND BECAUSE GUESS WHAT? YOUR FUCKING REPLACEABLE TOO AND I DON’T NEED YOU AT ALL ANYMORE. WE’RE NOT BEST FRIENDS ANYMORE SO YOU CAN DELETE MY NUMBER AND EVERYTHING YOU HAVE OF ME AND LEAVE IT AT THAT. DON’T CALL ME, DON’T TEXT ME OR ASK ANYONE HOW I AM BECAUSE IT DOESN’T CONCERN YOU ANYMORE AND IN RETURN TO TAKE YOU OUT OF YOUR SO CALLED HURT, I’LL DO THE SAME.” With that, Zabdiel grabs his keys and walks out of the apartment.

You stood frozen in place, letting everything that Zabdiel said sink in. Chris and Joel run out of the apartment trying to stop Zabdiel you guess as Erick and Richard make their way to you slowly. You feel Richard’s presence next to you with his hand on your back as Erick was on the other side of you with his hand on your shoulder. You feel your knees go weak and before you know it, you feel your legs give out and before you hit the ground, Richard catches you and kneels next to you along with Erick. You felt numb and like this was a nightmare you were having, not wanting it to be real.

“You okay Y/n?” You look at Richard and Erick and once you hear those words, you know what happened was real. The fight between you was real. Zabdiel said that your friendship with him was over and real. Reality hit you and you let out a painful sob, tears clouding your vision, feeling like you couldn’t breathe at all.

As you cry in Richard and Erick’s arms, you heard footsteps making their way into the apartment, indicating Chris and Joel have come back. You continue to cry as Richard looks towards the two and they both shake their heads, letting Richard know they couldn’t get Zabdiel to stop from leaving. Richard picks you up and brings you to the living room couch where the boys surround you, making sure they’re there for you and if they needed you, they would be there for you. Your cries die down and the room is silent, the boys stay silent and wait for you to speak or say anything. Nothing comes out of your mouth as your mind was still processing what happened and what was said.

“Do you want to talk about it Y/n?” You shake your head after Richard asks you.

“This is a stupid question but are you okay Y/n?” Tears spill out of your eyes as your head again after Joel asks you.

“I was stupid to think that everything would be okay and go back to the way it was.” You wipe your tears and look down at your hands. You didn’t expect this outcome, but you weren’t surprised either. You felt hurt and like the pain was never going to end, like there was now going to be a big hole in your heart that wasn’t going to go away, the hole that Zabdiel once filled and now, it was over.

“We’re here for you Y/n. We’ll be here by your side through this time and I’m sorry for convincing you to come today, I shouldn’t have.” You look at Richard and shake your head.

“Richard, this isn’t your fault at all. Remember I decided to come here and you’re not the one that hurt and said those things to me. Don’t blame yourself Richard, I’m just glad you’re here for me, all of you. It means a lot and I appreciate you guys.” You look at all of the boys with a thankful look.

“I don’t know what’s going to happen now but what I do know now is Zabdiel and I aren’t on good terms or even friends anymore. I’m going to continue to work from home unless I need to be at meetings for you guys and just continue to do me. This opened my eyes to how much I really meant to Zabdiel and the role I had in his life and that’s okay. Though his decision hurts a lot and it’s going to take time for me to heal from this, I’m not going to hold a grudge with him or be mad at him anymore. It is what it is and there’s no reason to be mad. All I want is for him to be happy and for him to live his life happy and if that means me not being in it besides business, then so be it. He let me go so it’s time for me to let him go and as much as I wish it didn’t end like this, I can’t change anything about his decision. But thank you for being here for me, I love you all so much and I appreciate you all as well. I’m going to go back to my apartment, I’ll text you once I get back. Just do me a favor and make sure he’s okay and he makes it back safe okay?” You stand up to grab your things and the boys nod at you. They walk you to their door where you give them each a hug and kiss on the cheek.

You walk out of the boys apartment building and head to your car. Once you get settled into your car, all the tears and emotions you were holding in came out. The pain you were feeling now felt like it was never going to end. The impact Zabdiel had on your life was big, you were both best friends and you were there for him before CNCO formed and now, after all the years of being best friends, it now came to an end. An end of an era but a start to a new beginning. You knew it was going to be hard, but you couldn’t let this obstacle stop you from living your life. As long as it took you, it was now time to move on from him.

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Nostalgia, Part 3 (Rujubee) - Dartmouth420

nostalgia is a series that follows the re-ignition of raven/jujubee’s friendship (with benefits) while jujubee competes on all stars five and raven is working on set. there will be one chapter for every episode of AS5 where jujubee appears. drag names used with male pronouns.

summary: Jujubee’s coming off the thrill of the challenge win and the lip-sync battle. But jealousy is a double-edged sword… and bad habits are hard to break.

tw: smut, dom/sub dynamics, mild degrading language, mild jealousy

a/n: i’m enjoying the heck out of AS5 and i hope y'all are too.

Jujubee was very pleased with his performance in the challenge. Designing and presenting the hotel room had been surprisingly fun and despite his early misgivings, India and Alexis had been great to work with. Jujubee was confident, he’d been funny, coherent, and had delivered exactly as he’d intended. One hundred percent pure Laotian gold sheets indeed.

Raven hadn’t been around much and Jujubee hadn’t sought him out.

“Girl,” said Mariah, in that patient, knowing drawl of his as they painted their faces in the mirror in preparation for the runway and the judging, “I know what you’re doing.”

“Do you now?” responded Jujubee, carefully covering his mild panic. Not that there was anything to panic about but he had technically broken an important rule…

“Don’t you look at me like that, I ain’t a snitch!” laughed Mariah, “But I noticed that hickie. Maybe next time I’m feeling the stress of the competition I’ll go see for myself if darling Raven is around. I’ve got good memories of that mouth.”

“Since when?” responded Jujubee. He hadn’t realized the two of them had ever been involved, though hook-ups were certainly common among the community.

“We’ve both been around for a while,” said Mariah, with a knowing shrug, “We’ve both been getting around for a while.”

“Damn, who hasn’t he let fuck him?” joked Jujubee lightly, but slight jealousy was twisting in his stomach. He couldn’t deny Raven’s reputation. Though Jujubee had vaguely hoped he had the other man to himself, at least if their on-set shenanigans were going to continue.

“Out of the old generation? That list is short. From what I’ve heard he and Raja are working through the younger ones, too… just ask baby Naomi.”

Jujubee chuckled and he and Mariah returned to the task at hand.

Jujubee won the fucking challenge!

He couldn’t help letting a few tears escape his eyes as the pride and relief overflowed. It was a lot. And then the damn Untucked was a lot, too. Connecting with Mayhem and Blair was great, but emotional as hell. Nerves and anticipation were creeping up for what was to come next.

He spoke with everyone, changed into his leopard-print catsuit, picked out his damn lipstick and then before Jujubee knew it he was standing on the runway, and Ru was shouting “Ru-veal yourself!”

Jujubee turned, heart in his throat as he stared at the screen and the assassin contained behind it. Jujubee’s prediction from the other week in the bathroom with Raven returned to him, and his heart pounded in anticipation. Was it Raven behind that screen? Production would never be able to wrangle it, there was no way, but-

The screen rolled up and Jujubee saw soft orange velvet ankle-boots and while they were lovely shoes Raven would never wear something like that in a million years. As the screen rose Jujubee forced Raven to leave his mind as he focused on the task at hand, which was going to be beating Monét-motherfucking-X-Change in a lip-sync battle, to a Lizzo song.

All Stars Five was hard, damn it.

Monét gave an amazing performance, and Jujubee did his best but the emotion of the day left him a bit thrown off. Jujubee was disappointed with the loss, he could admit that. Somewhere in back of his mind he knew if he had been lip-syncing against Raven he could have beaten him, and felt ever-so-slightly cheated that his prediction hadn’t come true. Oh well, it was water under the bridge.

Then there was the matter of sending Mariah home which was way more fucking tragic than anyone including Jujubee had been ready for.

“Good luck, girl,” whispered Mariah in Jujubee’s ear as they hugged and he left the runway, “And have fun.”

When Jujubee finally, finally got back to the hotel after a very long day, he walked down the hall to his room and noticed a figure leaning against the wall next to his door, one arm tucked under the opposite elbow, eyes down on his phone.

It was of course, Raven, looking like a tall drink of… chaotic whore. But what else was new? Jujubee approached, quiet, waiting for Raven to notice him.

“Hey bitch!” said Raven when he looked up, a grin his face, “I heard a rumour that you won the challenge today.”

“Mm-hmm,” replied Jujubee, self-satisfied, sliding his hotel key into the slot and then opening the door. The day had been an emotional roller coaster, full of highs and lows. He was dead tired on his feet.

Raven followed him inside without needing to be asked and said, “Congratulations.”

“Thanks, fuck I needed a win.”

“I know, you deserve it. It’s been a long time coming.”

Jujubee tossed his day bag onto the chair, and laughed, “I thought it was gonna be you behind that screen. Bitch I was like ooh shit we just talked about it last week and now I’ve won? Hope he’s ready… ”

Raven put his phone down on the table, “I wasn’t lying to you when I said I’m not an assassin-”

“Jury’s still out on that, I can’t trust anyone.”

Raven laughed, and Jujubee gave him a suspicious side-eye that was mostly for show. Mostly.

“Monét destroyed you.”

“I wouldn’t say ‘destroyed’,” replied Jujubee, mildly insulted. He thought he’d held his own pretty well in the lip-sync, but the disappointment that it wasn’t Raven had thrown him off…

“Kicked your ass, cut you to pieces, sliced and diced,” continued Raven, stepping closer to him.

“Shut up.”

“No, I live to give you a hard time,” said Raven, passing by Jujubee and making his way over to stand next to the end of the bed, “One more bitch down, huh?”

Jujubee took a moment. Raven was posed awkwardly, looking down at the bed with his arms crossed, avoiding eye contact. Jujubee cocked his head to one side, and considered his response. He was pretty damn tired tonight but elation and pride were still tingling under his skin. He had just won, after all. And curiosity was pulling at him.

“Did you get a chance to say goodbye to Mariah?” asked Jujubee, casually, reaching for the water bottle he’d left out on the table.

“Yeah, I saw him afterwards. You know how emotional the eliminations are. We, uh, talked,” said Raven quickly. Jujubee recalled his earlier conversation with Mariah, noted Raven’s avoidance of eye contact and presumed something must have happened. But it seemed odd that Raven wouldn’t brag about it.

“Did he say anything interesting?” asked Jujubee.

“Interesting?”

Jujubee shrugged and took a drink of water. All he could picture was Raven’s mouth around his cock the first week in the supply closet, how good it had felt and whether Raven had done the same thing for Mariah. Jujubee was certain that he had, but there was no rational reason to feel jealous. Both he and Raven were in serious, if open, relationships and fucked all kinds of people on tour and in the ins and outs of their lives. This wasn’t anything special.

“Anyway,” said Jujubee, putting his water bottle down. He decided to be straightforward. “It’s been a long day girl, what do you want from me?

“Oh, well,” Raven practically purred, an absolutely salacious expression appearing on his face that caused a tight thrill to swoop in Jujubee’s stomach, “You won today. I’m here so you can claim your reward.”

Ah, of course. I’ll let you fuck me if you win. Jujubee had assumed Raven meant the crown, not just a main challenge. Perhaps Raven was using it as an excuse, and he was more interested in keeping this thing going between them than Jujubee had realized. What exactly were they to each other?

“I don’t have the energy to top you tonight, I’m exhausted,” said Jujubee, crossing his arms.

Raven’s mouth fell open for a second, and then he closed it, and he shifted, still standing by the bed.

“Okay, but like, I prepped and everything-”

“Wow. Someone’s entitled.”

“Fuck off.”

“I don’t think I will bitch, this is my room.”

Raven let out an annoyed sigh and rolled his eyes. Jujubee felt a kind of calculating power, because there was something so fun about fucking with Raven. It was easy. It was almost as much fun as actually fucking him.

“Sit down,” ordered Jujubee and there was an instant change in the air, and to Raven’s expression. But Raven didn’t obey immediately, he waited, drawing out the moment. And then Raven sat down on the edge of the bed and looked at Jujubee expectantly.

Jujubee approached him. There it was, the thrill of the power exchange that occurred so smoothly between them every time.

“Keep your mouth shut,” said Jujubee. “I don’t want to hear your whining.”

Raven bit his lip and nodded.

“Take your pants off.”

Raven unbuckled his belt and undid his fly and lifted his hips, sliding his jeans to his ankles and taking them off his feet. Jujubee just stood and watched, and then brought his hand up and examined his nails, performing indifference. Raven huffed and removed his underwear as well. He was already hard. Well that was certainly fun, considered Jujubee, allowing an approving smile to appear on his face.

He approached, closing the distance between them and took Raven’s face in his hands. Tilting his head back and kissing him. Raven responded, hands going to Jujubee’s back. Jujubee broke the kiss and stepped back out of his reach. “Don’t touch."

Raven looked disappointed but he didn’t say anything, doing as he was told. A jolt of excitement shot down Jujubee’s spine.

Jujubee decided he might as well cut to the chase.

"Open your legs.”

Raven obeyed. Jujubee stepped froward and dropped to his knees, hands on Raven’s overly-tanned thighs and regarded his cock for a moment. Raven was still, practically holding his breath.

Jujubee dipped his head and took Raven’s cock in his mouth and felt the other man practically shudder at the sensation. Jujubee went to work with his hand and his mouth, and while he didn’t fall over himself to suck cock at any given moment the way Raven did, he’d been doing this a pretty damn long time and he was pretty damn good at it too.

“Mm, fuck… ” murmured Raven.

Jujubee pulled back instantly, digging his nails into Raven’s inner thigh. Raven hissed at the pain, and Jujubee grabbed him by the chin with his opposite hand.

“Did I say you could talk?”

Raven shook his head, a smirk growing on his face. Jujubee held eye contact until Raven looked away and pressed his lips together, pouting, submissive.

“Keep your mouth shut you little slut, and maybe I’ll let you finish.”

Jujubee wasn’t entirely sure where that had come from, because he really hadn’t been planning for things to get this intense. But Raven inhaled sharply, and his cock twitched and he obediently remained silent, so Jujubee returned to his task.

They really shouldn’t let this become a habit, considered Jujubee as he sucked on the head of Raven’s cock and Raven let out a heavy breath. Warm nostalgia rose in Jujubee’s chest.

During All Stars One there had been part of the Untucked that had remained unaired, during the heavily staged Fuck, Marry, Kill conversation. Raven had just infamously and hungrily told Manila, “I would actually fuck you.” But what Raven had said next, in response to Jujubee’s name coming up had been to simply give him a wink and say, “Been there, done that. Marry.”

They hadn’t done anything yet, of course. Raven had been holding off on him since Season Two. It had only made the tension between them higher, much to Jujubee’s frustration. Jujubee’s response to Raven’s name had been, of course, “Fuck. Baby, I’ll make sure you can’t walk the next day.”

And he had.

Jujubee snapped back to the present, because it seemed like Raven was going to come soon. Raven had fallen back to his elbows, his breath shallow, and a flush was beginning to creep up his neck to his face. They really weren’t supposed to be doing this. The stakes were too high and Jujubee wasn’t exactly sure where Raven would fall under the ‘no conjugal visits’ rule, should anyone find out.

But anyway, Raven finished, staying obediently silent and keeping his hands off Jujubee as ordered. There was a certain satisfaction to it. Jujubee efficiently spat into a tissue and tossed it into the wastebasket in one swift movement. Raven lay back on the bed with a lazy hum, rolling onto his side.

Jujubee didn’t have anything better to do so he flopped down next to him, propping himself up on his elbow.

“You can talk now,” said Jujubee dryly.

“Mmm, permission received.”

There was silence for a moment. Jujubee considered whether he wanted to go to the effort of having Raven give him a handjob or something and then decided against it. He was dead tired. Sleep was looking attractive.

“You know you could be getting laid plenty this season, if you want it,” said Raven, seemingly out of the blue.

“What makes you say that?” asked Jujubee.

“That short bitch Cracker wants you, it’s obvious,” stated Raven with feigned nonchalance, rolling onto his back, tucking his arm under his head, “You going to fuck him?”

“Perhaps,” replied Jujubee, delicately touching his collarbone, giving Raven a smirk, “Are you jealous, bitch?”

“No,” said Raven, rolling his eyes, “You can do what and who you want, obviously.”

But Jujubee knew him well enough to read his body language, to see the set of Raven’s jaw and the tension in his shoulders. Raven was such a brat, and he was clearly feeling insecure about being left behind for someone younger and more fun. Oh, sweetie.

“Well, now that I know such a great place to fuck people on set-” began Jujubee.

“Hey, no, that’s my spot!”

“Who else are you possibly fucking at work?” joked Jujubee, a vision of Mariah flashing before him.

“Eh, there was this twink PA I liked but he’s working somewhere else now, so-”

How intriguing. Ah, Jujubee could certainly pursue Cracker if he wanted to, the man wasn’t unattractive, but playing with Raven’s ridiculous emotions would probably be more fun. It wasn’t that Jujubee wanted to actually hurt him by any means, but Raven could be so dramatic and self-centred that there was a certain satisfaction to winding him up.

“So it’s just me?” teased Jujubee, pushing his luck.

“Do you think you’ll fuck Cracker?” responded Raven, dodging the question.

“Hmmm… I could.”

“But will you-”

“I don’t know yet, bitch!” laughed Jujubee, “I need to focus on winning. We probably shouldn’t even be doing this, it’s a distraction.”

“No it isn’t,” said Raven, a sly smile growing across his face, “This is what they call emotional support."

The two of them laughed and Jujubee rolled his eyes, "You’re so stupid.”

“You like it.”

“To a point.”

Raven shrugged and then yawned, “Well I better go, I have to drive home.” He looked down at himself, amused, “Ha. I’m still naked.”

Jujubee admired Raven’s ass as he got up and pulled his underwear and jeans back on, heaving a deep sigh.

“Bye bitch,” called Jujubee, as Raven got his phone and left with a casual wave of his hand. The door shut behind him, and Jujubee blinked, the exhaustion of the day crashing back down on him. He got up and went to the bathroom to brush his teeth.

Tomorrow would be another challenge, and in all likelihood another twist. But whatever, Jujubee was ready. Bring it on, All Stars Five.

#rpdr fanfiction #rujubee #raven #jujubee #smut #canon compliant #nostalgia #dartmouth420 #tw dom/sub dynamics #tw degradation #submission #s2 #as5 #on set fic

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like a train through a house of glass ch. 6 || carter hart

chapter 1 || chapter 2 || chapter 3 || chapter 4 || chapter 5

Author’s Note: Here’s chapter 6! I left my parents' house last night which is where I had written all the other chapters of this. So, I got a little behind in this chapter. I know you might think that’s absurd because I’ve posted a chapter every day since I’ve started writing it but I feel like I slacked off a little and could’ve had this posted a little sooner than now. Anyway... I hope you enjoy this chapter all the same! GIF credit to the original creator!!

Warnings: The only thing I can think of is a few swear words. If there’s something I missed, feel free to let me know and I’ll add it!

Word Count: 3.3k

Title: Crash by Chad Brownlee

Additional: The language is still ambiguous. I still intend to keep the promise I made to make it gender-neutral throughout the entirety of the story. Speaking of that. I’m aiming to have chapter 7 be the final chapter. So, probably only expect one more chapter after this one... and maybe an epilogue. It just depends if I can wrap up the story nicely in chapter 7.

The smell of bacon frying woke you up. You felt your mouth salivating as you managed to prop yourself against the headboard. When you were comfortable, you wrapped the blanket around your chest because you wanted to protect the bareness of it from the cool air of the air conditioner.

Your pants felt disgusting from what had transpired earlier and you knew you would have to change soon. Getting a diaper rash infection wasn’t something you needed, no matter how much you couldn’t feel it. Carter did enough for you as it was. Having him care for infection wasn’t something he deserved.

“Morning, sleepyhead.” Carter appeared in the doorway. He was smiling and holding a tray of food. “I brought you some breakfast in bed.”

Walking across the room, he placed the tray in front of you on the bed. You smiled, brushing your fingers together as you grabbed the fork from him.

“Thanks, honey,” you said, scooping some eggs into the fork. You shovelled them into your mouth, making a satisfying noise when you swallowed them. “These are amazing. What did you cook then with?”

“Butter, garlic, parsley, and chives,” Carter replied, sitting at your feet. He reached for a piece of your bacon; you quickly poked his fingers with your fork. Carter looked at you in mock pain, rubbing his fingers. “I’m wounded, (Y/N). Can’t a guy have a piece of his partner’s bacon?”

You raised an eyebrow and smirked. “If you wanted bacon, you should’ve made your own.” Even as you said that you broke a piece of bacon in half and handed Carter some.

Smiling, Carter ate the bacon. “I’ll give you a shower when you’re done; I know you need to change out of your disgusting pants.”

You scooped more eggs into your mouth, took a bite of your toast, and a sip of your orange juice. “Alright. That would be helpful.” You coughed, an air bubble having gotten stuck in your throat from the orange juice.

Carter squeezed your ankle and stood from the bed. “I’ll go get some clo—“ he stopped when he noticed the expression on your face. He cast his glance to your ankle and then to his hand. When you nodded, he fell back into the bed.

“This is really happening,” you said, looking hopefully at Carter.

All Carter could do was sheepishly nod and rub your ankle. You jolted a little, knocking your orange juice all over the tray.

“Sorry… your hands were cold.”

All Carter could do was smile sympathetically as he made his way to the bathroom for a hand towel. When he returned, some of the orange juice had spilled onto the blanket. Making haste, Carter wiped up the spill before it could get worse.

You smiled at Carter as you continued to eat your breakfast. When you were done eating, Carter took the tray and disappeared out of the room. While he was gone, you squirmed your upper half a little because the orange juice had seeped through the blanket and dampened your chest. It was starting to dry and it was sticky, a feeling you never enjoyed.

When Carter re-entered the room, he saw your chest shifting uncomfortably. He raised his eyebrow as he walked over to you. You pulled the blanket down, grabbing his hand and placing it on the sticky patch on your chest. Carter recoiled his hand, touching his fingers together to try to get rid of the stickiness.

“Here, let's get you undressed and ready for the shower,” Carter said. You nodded.

Carter unzipped your jeans. You heard the sympathetic sigh he gave at the scene he saw in your pants. “Jesus. That had to be uncomfortable.”

“I still can’t really feel anything down there,” you sighed, rubbing a hand through your hair.

Inhaling a sharp breath, Carter wiggled your pants down your legs. “Right. I guess I forgot you aren’t at 100% capacity yet.” He threw your jeans across the room once they were off your legs. He quickly slid your underwear off, leaving you sitting there naked. He smiled softly at you. “Ready?”

You nodded, reaching your arms for Carter’s neck. When you were in his arms, you managed to slide your arms around his neck for support. Carter grunted at the force it required to carry you to the bathroom but he managed to make it easier. He carefully placed you in your shower seat. He stripped out of his clothes before he turned on the water.

“Motherfucking shit,” you hissed. Carter looked at you a little confused. “It’s cold… really fucking cold.”

Carter put his hand under the spray of water, immediately withdrawing it and shaking it off. “Fuck… you’re right.” He mumbled. He fiddled with the taps until he heard you groan pleasantly.

“Much better.”

A soft expression passed Carter’s face as he grabbed the body wash. He lathered you with it, making sure to be thorough. You were tingling with sensation by the time Carter was done; partially from the water temperature and partially from the pressure Carter had applied.

As Carter rinsed the body wash off, you leaned your head against his chest. Carter rubbed his hand along your back as he washed the body wash off, though he let it linger longer than was strictly necessary.

By the time Carr was done with the body wash, you felt cleaner than you had in years. You mumbled gibberish Ed against Carter’s chest, completely unsure what coherent thought you had been trying to form. Carter chuckled, placing a kiss to the top of your head.

“It’s time to wash your hair,” he said. “Do you want the strawberry or the blueberry scented hair products today?”

“Blueberry.” Your response was muffled by Carter’s chest and the drumming of the water against the shower tile.

Carter sat you up, holding you with his left arm while he grabbed the blueberry shampoo with his right hand. You made a soft sound of appreciation when Carter popped the lid open and the resonating scent of blueberries filled the shower.

“Smells nice,” you said, smiling softly.

Carter squirted some into his hand, placing the bottle back on the shelf. He kissed your temple before lathering the shampoo through your hair. As Carter massaged your hair and scalp, you hummed. It felt nice to have someone rub your head; you had been carrying a lot of tension there recently because it didn’t really have anywhere else to go.

A moment later, water cascaded down your face. You made a pleased noise at how warm it still was.

“I don’t think we need conditioner today,” Carter said as he twisted the taps into the off position.

When he swung the door to the shower open, you shivered and curled your head and neck in on yourself. Carter noticed and wrapped you in a hug. He held you for a moment, warming you up. You felt the desired effect after a few moments. With a soft hair ruffling, Carter lifted you out of the shower and into the bathroom itself.

He placed you into your stool, quickly grabbing a towel to dry you off. You hummed and squirmed a little when Carter wiped your armpits; you had always been sensitive there.

“Sit still for a minute,” Carter said, dropping the towel onto the floor at your feet. “I need to go grab you some clean clothes.”

You nodded, stretching your arms above your head. There was something out of place in your upper back and you wanted it to go back where it belonged. As Carter walked away, you felt whatever it was shift around. It didn’t make a satisfying pop like Carter’s back had yesterday but the sensation you received was well worth the effort you put in.

When Carter returned a few moments later, he placed the clothes on the counter. He dried your hair a little more before carefully helping you into each piece of clothing. When you caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror, you saw yourself in your favourite pair of jeans and a Flyers shirt with Carter’s number on it.

Carter took the towel and dried himself off before he carried you into the bedroom. He gently placed you on the bed, leaning you against the headboard. He kissed you firmly to which you responded by snaking your arm around his neck and holding him in place.

“I gotta get dressed, (Y/N),” Carter mumbled against your lips. “We have to go to Dr. Owen’s office soon.”

You allowed Carter to pull back much to your discontent. Carter softly kissed the top of your nose before he went about finding himself some clothes. It was only a few minutes before Carter was dressed and back at the bed beside you.

He sat at your feet, swirling a finger around your ankle bone. You smiled down at him, eyes full of hope.

“I really hope Dr. Owen can offer us some options for what to do next,” you said, eyes meeting Carter’s.

Carter nodded, standing. “I would like that too.” He scooped you out of the bed and walked you across the room to your wheelchair. Gracefully placing you in it, he gave you a chaste kiss. “If she can’t, just know I’ll love you no matter what.” You nodded, squeezing Carter’s elbow. He squeezed your arm in turn, smiling fondly.

By the time you were ready to go, Carter had about 25 minutes to spare for transportation to Dr. Owen’s office. Luckily for you, Carter was known to drive like a bat out of Hell when he needed to; you made it to the office with 3 minutes to spare.

In the waiting room, Carter was calmingly rubbing your wrists. You would be lying if you said you weren’t nervous; Carter rubbing your wrists was helping relieve your nervousness a little but you were still tense.

“(Y/N)?” A nurse walked into the waiting room holding a clipboard. “Dr. Owen is ready to see you now.”

Carter stood from the seat, grabbing your wheelchair handles. You cast him a thankful glance. Your hands were too shaky from your nerves to properly push yourself right now. As Carter wheeled you through the halls of the office, you focused your attention on the artwork on the walls, on the way the hardwood rippled, on anything that wasn’t how nervous you were feeling.

“Ah, (Y/N),” Dr. Owen, said, jolting you out of your thoughts. You hadn’t been aware you had made it to her office. “One of your friends called me yesterday and said you would like an appointment as soon as possible because there have been some developments with your injury. Is that right?”

You nodded as Carter parked your wheelchair in front of her desk, locking the wheels. He sat in the chair beside you, grabbing your hand and squeezing. You looked at him nervously; talking to doctors had never been your strong suit.

“Yes, that’s right,” Carter spoke up, rubbing along your wrist bone to keep you calm. You squeezed his hand to thank him.

“What are these developments Mrs. Giroux mentioned? She was rather vague on the phone and said it would be best if I talked to you directly,” Dr. Owen said, pulling your file from her filing cabinet.

You swallowed, nervously looking at Dr. Owen. Her wrinkles softened as she looked at you; that made you feel a little less anxious. It made you feel like she actually cared about you as a patient instead of just about you as a diagnosis.

“I started gaining some feeling back in my lower half,” you said, smiling awkwardly.

Dr. Owen hummed, writing something in your file. “What exactly have you been feeling and where have you been feeling it?” She dropped her pen and looked at you softly.

“Some general tingling and responsive feelings when people touch me,” you replied. “Mostly in my abdomen and back but I felt a couple of things in my legs and feet.” You motioned to your stomach. “It’s mostly been in this area.”

Nodding, Dr. Owen picked up her pen and wrote some more things down in your file. She looked at Carter, pointing the pen toward him. “You’ve been keeping an eye on your partner as often as you can, I presume?”

Carter nodded. “I’m mostly with (Y/N) when I’m not doing my hockey stuff. When I am doing hockey stuff, Ryanne--er, Mrs. Giroux--usually sits with (Y/N) at the arena. The few times I’ve been out of town for a game, (Y/N) has managed really well. Isn’t that right, babe?” Carter squeezed your hand, looking at you fondly.

You hummed, nodding. “Yes. It was hard the first time he was gone. I had to call Mrs. Giroux over to help me but I figured everything out by the second time.” You brought Carter’s hand up, kissing it gently. Carter smiled, squeezing your knee with his other hand.

You blinked down at your knee before looking at Carter and then to Dr. Owen. Dr. Owen stopped writing and looked at you with a raised eyebrow. “Is everything alright, (Y/N)?”

“I felt it when he squeezed my knee.”

Dr. Owen dropped her pencil and grabbed her reflex hammer. She made her way around her desk and knelt in front of you. She looked up at you. “I’m going to tap you with this; let me know if you can feel it.” You nodded.

She gently tapped a few spots on each leg. You indicated to her that you felt it each time but only barely. Dr. Owen smiled, walking back to her desk to write some notes in your file. She glanced between you and Carter and smiled again when she saw the fond look on both of your faces.

Carter leaned over and placed a soft kiss on your lips. You melted into it, feeling some of your stress wash away. You gently kissed back, almost forgetting you were in Dr. Owen’s office. She awkwardly cleared her throat, making you jump. You rubbed the back of your neck; Carter only chuckled, squeezing your hand lovingly.

“I remember being your age and deeply in love with my then-girlfriend,” she smiled, twirling her wedding ring between her fingers. “We’ve been together for 30 years, married for as long as it’s been legal, have 3 children, and 2 grandchildren.” She grabbed a picture frame that was sitting on her desk, flipping it around to show you and Carter. “She’s an orthopedic surgeon at the hospital. If all goes well for you, I may refer you to her to have some of the shrapnel removed.”

You noticed a longing look on Carter’s face as he looked at the picture of Dr. Owen’s wife. You weren’t sure what that meant but you would have to store it away for later.

“For right now, I’m going to refer you to a physiotherapist to see if they can help you regain a little more feeling,” Dr. Owen said, placing the picture frame back where it belonged. She wrote something down in your file before handing you a business card. “I’ll send the referral in as soon as I’m done here. They should call you within a week to make the appointment. They’ll determine when you should come to see me again.”

Smiling and nodding, you and Carter thanked Dr. Owen before you left her office. As you were leaving, your stomach growled. Carter smiled, ruffling your hair.

“Luckily for you, I planned ahead for you being hungry,” he said. “I made reservations at your favourite restaurant while you were still sleeping this morning.”

You felt a warm sensation pool in your stomach. A genuine smile broke out across your face as you grabbed Carter’s hand and interlocked your fingers. Carter smiled fondly as he leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to your scalp. You hummed, smiling happily at Carter.

“I love you, you know?” You said.

Carter made a pleasant sound as he ruffled your hair again. You swatted his hand but all Carter did was chuckle.

“I love you too, (Y/N). Nothing will change that,” Carter replied, squeezing your shoulder.

You felt a warmth spread across your body and a fondness grow in your heart. Carter truly meant the world to you and moments like this made you appreciate him a million times more.

Once you reached the car, Carter carefully lifted you inside before bringing your wheelchair to the trunk. As you did the day before, you competed to see who could sing the goofiest version of the song on the radio. Carter was the one that admitted defeat this time, graciously giving you a kiss once you arrived at the restaurant.

When you were at your table, you noticed that it was eerily quiet for lunchtime on a Friday. You glanced at Carter, wondering if he knew more than he was letting on. All he did was smile softly and pick the menu up to scan it. Shaking your head dismissively, you grabbed your own menu to scan for what you would eat for lunch. Once you had decided, you placed the menu down in front of you.

Looking over at Carter, you froze. He was holding a red rose that he had seemingly pulled out of his backside.

“Carter, where did—“ you stopped when Carter handed you the flower. You sniffed it, humming softly at how pleasant it smelled.

Focusing your attention back to Carter, you froze again. He was holding a ring box.

“Carter…” your voice snagged in your throat. You felt tears starting to prickle the corners of your eyes. You placed the rose on the table before wiping your eyes with your shirt sleeve.

“I don’t have much to say,” Carter said, opening the ring box. “There isn’t too much to say. You’re already everything I could ask for. You make me happy. You make me smile. Being with you is amazing. The guys love you. My parents love you. Will you marry me?”

You nodded, thrusting your hand toward Carter. He smiled, wiping away some tears that had formed on his face. He carefully slipped the ring on your finger before kissing your hand.

A moment later, “Crash” started playing over the restaurant’s speaker system. You blinked at Carter before smiling softly.

“You planned this.” You playfully swatted Carter’s wrist. “No way in hell the restaurant plays that song right after you proposed if you didn’t plan this.”

Carter raised his hands in surrender, chuckling the entire time. “Guilty as charged. It’s been about three weeks in the making. I just sped it along a little.” Carter walked around the table and softly kissed you. You smiled, kissing back.

“Congrats, you two,” a familiar voice said.

You turned your attention to your left, noticing Claude standing there. Looking at Carter, you noticed that he had a little bit of a pink tint to his face.

“I told him I was proposing today and he wanted to be here,” Carter said, rubbing the back of his neck.

Claude came over, sitting in the chair beside you. Carter sat back in his seat, looking sheepishly at Claude. Smiling, Claude grabbed one of your hands and one of Carter’s hands.

“There was a good reason that I wanted to be here,” Claude said, rubbing yours and Carter’s wrists.

Carter raised an eyebrow questioningly. You stared blankly before remembering what Shayne and Brian said yesterday.

Claude took one of his hands away and grabbed an envelope from his pocket. He handed it to Carter and smiled.

“As the captain of your team, I’d like to formally present you with this,” he smiled.

“What is it?” Carter asked, tilting his head and the envelope.

Claude squeezed your hand, smiling heartily.

“A cheque to completely pay for your wedding.”

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