#i have been looking for what day his birthday was and i think it was today?? hopefully- đ
LOVE PARADISE. ËË ďš enhypen ! ďš
â°â⪟ in which you suddenly ask your boyfriend if he loves you to see his reaction
pairing ââ¸â¸â¸ enha member x girlfriend!reader đˇ iΡcâudἹs đ none!
genreďšđŹďšâ¸â¸â¸ scenerios/headcannons, soft, fluff
warnings ââ¸â¸â¸ enhypen member being a wimp for their girl, really cute reaction from the member, use of petnames (sweetheart, kitten, sweetie, darling..), jay doing a proposal to the reader (thatâs not a real proposal), niki teasing the reader (kinda funny to write actually), really dramatic Jake, kisses and cuddles.
wc ââ¸â¸â¸ 3788 words
rainâs note ââ¸â¸â¸ im in love with the idea of this scenario and I hope that you loved reading all of them ! (jay, Jake and niki being my favorite đ¤) hope to see you for my next post, currently working on "TOKYO ON EDGE" first chapter !!
all feedback and reblogs are welcome! âĄ
đ˛ đ§ˇË HEESEUNG
heeseung had just come back from a long day of training and the only thing he wanted was to be in your arms so he could reunite with his girlfriend.
he simply almost froze when he didn't see that you weren't sitting on the sofa like he was used to finding you like at the end of all his days. this simple change in his habits starting to worry him before he heard a noise coming from the kitchen, and a smile appeared on his lips even though he had seen you cooking.
quickly his arms were around your waist as he placed a soft kiss on your cheeks, but before he even said a single word you had cut him off.
âhee, do you love me?â you asked him and he stood looking at you for a few seconds without understanding why you had just asked that question.
he thought that showing you his love every day was enough to prove the love he had for you, but upon hearing your question he quickly understood that maybe that wasn't the case.
âwait are you seriously asking the question sweetheart?â he ended up saying almost as if he had just found his voice and his arms quickly disappeared from around your waist before Heeseung ended up completely disappearing from the kitchen, leaving you alone wondering what he could do.
but he returned a few minutes later with his phone in one hand, and his bag in the other, which he placed on the kitchen table. âLook at me quickly, sweetheart, please..â he asked before seeing you turn around and a smile appeared on his lips.
he then gave you his phone directly. âlook at the wallpaperâ and he had barely finished his sentence when you quickly noticed that his wallpaper was nothing other than a photo of the two of you that he had taken during a of your appointments. âmy password is your date of birthâ he added almost immediately before looking inside his bag.
he searched for a few seconds before taking out a small stuffed animal that you had given him on your birthday a month ago, that he had kept with him ever since and that he had with him all the time since he never left his bag.
then he came closer to you simply to show you one of his necklaces with your initials engraved on it, which he had never taken off without forgetting this ring that you had both worn since the start of your relationship.
"I think you must be kidding me for asking a question like that when almost all I have with me are things that remind me of you. im obsessed with you baby."
following which, you were treated to an avalanche of kisses from your boyfriend to once again prove his love which quickly made you laugh.
âi know heeseung, it was just to see what you were going to say..â you had time to say before his lips pressed against yours.
đ˛ đ§ˇË JAY
you didn't even have the need to ask the question that strangely Jay had already seen this moment coming and so, throughout the day he had been expecting it, but deep down he was prepared. maybe even a little too prepared in fact.
you were both walking in the middle of the night, admiring the stars while the streets were far too quiet, and without knowing why, this question had come to your mind and obviously, you couldn't not ask it and you then turned to face Jay, who was already looking at you as if he had already understood.
"Jay.." you started innocently trying to coax your boyfriend into the future question you were going to ask him.
"yes darling?" he answered you, and this simple nickname made your heart beat faster and your cheeks turned pink, almost forgetting your question but you eventually came to your senses. "do you love me ?"
a soft laugh left your boyfriend's lips upon hearing your question and he knew perfectly well that your question was asked simply to see his response and reaction. he spent several seconds admiring you, his smile growing as he took in your beauty and his hand took yours, his gaze finally settling on your fingers noticing that you almost never wore rings.
his gaze ended up returning to your face, seeing perfectly well that you were waiting for some kind of response from him, he took the time to make you wait and his gaze went back down to your hand.
"what do you say about a darling ring?" he ended up asking you after three minutes without any response and his gaze returned to you.
hearing his sentence you couldn't really understand what he meant and after a few seconds you seemed to realize what he had just said and didn't even know what to say.
"Jay..?" you asked as you looked straight into his eyes and again a smile appeared on his lips, noticing that his sentence had disturbed you slightly and although you only thought it was a joke he ended up feeling a small black box which you were sure contained a ring.
your gaze was fixed on him, unable to know how he was feeling right before your gaze fell on that small box that was in your boyfriend's hands.
although he didn't position himself as a real marriage proposal you let out a little laugh of excitement imagining it as a proposal, and he knew that with this kind of action he was going to make you happy. when he opened the box and you finally saw the appearance of the ring, which was classic but at the same time with this very atypical appearance a smile appeared on your lips and a few seconds later the ring had ended up around one of your fingers and a smile also appeared on Jay's lips.
"Is that enough to prove that I love you darling?" he asked you even though he knew perfectly well that he had almost made you a real marriage proposal and that this simple detail had allowed a smile to remain on your lips.
"It's beautiful Jay..." you replied, looking at the ring now around your finger before your gaze rested on him and you almost immediately jumped into his arms.
a laugh left his lips before he placed a soft and tender kiss on your lips, holding you against him.
đ˛ đ§ˇË JAKE
"so my girlfriend really doesn't listen to me when I spend hours talking about her when I'm alone with her.." Jake said, realizing the question you had just asked him while he dramatized the whole thing. situation.
"What do you mean? Jake, I've never heard you talk about me.." you replied, slightly confused about what he had just said.
"oh my god this is not possible.." he began as he knelt on the ground, dramatizing the situation even more. "my girlfriend never really listens to me... what have I done to deserve this.."
a slight nervous laugh left your lips while your boyfriend was still overreacting. your gaze fixed on your boyfriend who was now completely lying on the ground as he slowly began to pretend to cry.
realizing that he wouldn't stop until a few minutes later, you took a seat on the couch and turned on the television, knowing that Jake would soon be his old self again.
"And on top of that I have a girlfriend who doesn't care how I feel right now... I don't understand what I could have done wrong to deserve all this ignorance when I'm the best boyfriend ever.." he continued to complain while you still didn't seem to react to his way of being.
and as you had finally imagined, Jake finally stood up and came to stand beside you, his head resting against your shoulder as he took your hand in his.
"sweetheart.. I spend so much time telling you how wonderful you are that I really wonder if you really listen to me and if you even pay attention to me.." he said almost immediately before slightly turn his head to look at you. "sweetheart.. it's such a stupid question that you asked me every day I leave you post-its on the living room table before I leave so that you have a love message when you wake up in the morning and to go to university... do you realize that every day I find new ways to prove my love to you?"
"Jake.." he started, realizing that if you didn't cut him off he was going to continue for hours and hours. "I know very well that you give me little speeches at the end of the day to tell me how much you are in love, you don't need to react like that... even if it's really funny and adorable to see you react so this way.."
after which he simply raised his head, his drama queen acting disappearing completely while a smile tenderly appeared on his lips and he quickly placed his lips against yours.
"I love you little monster.." he whispered against your lips while smiling.
"I love you too jakey.." you whispered against his lips.
đ˛ đ§ˇË SUNGHOON
"do you love me Sunghoon?"
when Sunghoon had heard your question, his gaze landed directly on you as he held your hands and gently walked you across the ice with your ice skates on your feet.
"do you really think that's a question to ask while we're on a date at the ice rink, sweetie?" he asked as he directly noticed that look of distress when you understood what he was implying.
"I forbid you from letting go of me Sunghoon you know perfectly well that I won't hold on if you don't hold my hand.." you finally said, begging him with your eyes that he doesn't let go of you.
but, almost as if he had no reason not to listen to you, he let go of your right hand, and you directly felt a slight imbalance on the ice as you looked at Sunghoon again, hoping that he wouldn't Don't let go of your left hand.
and yet, that's exactly what he had done before he disappeared from your field of vision and you felt slightly panicked at the idea of ââbeing without Sunghoon on the ice when you barely knew how to stand on your own. without you ending up falling.
then, as you felt ready to fall on your butt on the ice, you felt an arm slide along your waist before a laugh was heard to your left. and you knew this laugh perfectly since it was that of your boyfriend, and he had allowed himself to place a soft kiss on your lips before holding you so that you did not fall and just after starting to skate in making sure you were comfortable with the speed he had, and inevitably he ended up whispering in your ear.
"you shouldn't ask me that kind of question when we're in a territory where you're not comfortable sweetie.." he started as he continued on his way with you in your arms, making sure that your meeting at the ice rink is pleasant and does not spoil the moment. "then if you need an answer of course I love you, otherwise we wouldn't spend so much time going on dates just the two of us and, above all, I would never be so worried when you're on ice cream if I didn't like you then next time think about asking a little less stupid questions."
"Yes Sunghoon I understand and I know you love me I'm not stupid.." you replied and you noticed a second time that Sunghoon had finally let go of your waist making you panic slightly before he returns to its initial position when you want to meet at the ice rink, that is to say in front of you, ensuring that where you were moving forward.
but this time, as he took your hands in his he pulled himself against him, and quickly placed a kiss on your lips, a smile forming on his lips.
"now if you want we can resume the romantic aspect of our romantic date.." he told you, although he knew that meeting up here was not particularly romantic, but as long as you were with each other you considered it romantic.
đ˛ đ§ˇË SUNOO
You and Sunoo were in the middle of a movie, in each other's arms while a blanket covered your bodies so you wouldn't get cold. a bowl of popcorn was on your boyfriend's legs as you snuggled up to him, using any excuse to be close to him.
everything was truly perfect, Sunoo had an arm around your waist to hold you against him while you both completely focused on the movie, only the sound effects of the movie being audible in the room as you enjoyed a real little nice romantic evening since you didn't do it as often as you would like.
but quickly your mind was bothered by a question that refused to go away until you felt compelled to ask it. and after ten minutes of fighting with your mind not to have to ask the question your gaze quickly came to Sunoo who was still completely focused on the movie, and a small smile appeared on the corner of your lips.
"Sunoo.. do you love me?"
hearing your question his heart skipped a beat just before his gaze left the television to land on you, and he observed your cute face and that beautiful smile before simply coming to kiss you, almost as if he didn't didn't want to answer the question but right after he whispered against your lips.
"it would be stupid not to love such a beautiful and incredible girl like you sweetie, so of course I love you. and I love you even more than you can imagine in your head."
then he focused back on the movie as if nothing had happened as your cheeks turned red at the confession he had just made to you, your head returning to rest on his shoulder as you focused back on the movie.
"then you are so magnificent that it would be a shame not to be able to tell the other members of the group that you are already taken just to see their faces when they find out.. I am very happy to have you by my side for let you go and I intend to make sure that you stay by my side as long as possible, hopefully for the rest of my life."
your cheeks had become a little redder when you heard him continue his little confession and simply because he seemed to be going into a very complete monologue you were obliged to come and silence him by placing his lips against yours before a small smile fakes between the two of you.
"I understand Sunoo.. and I love you just as much you know.." you ended up saying while taking his hand in yours and you finally continued watching the film while being in each other's arms.
đ˛ đ§ˇË JUNGWON
Jungwon had his own ways of showing you how much he loved you, so obviously asking him the question meant having to listen to a monologue from him about the many gestures he did just for you to prove his love. but even that didn't stop you from asking him the question anyway.
putting your phone away when you arrived in front of him, you displayed the most beautiful smile of yours just before realizing that he was unfortunately focused on the screen of his phone and therefore that he did not see you. but that also meant you could ask him so you sat next to him, pretending to be curious about what he was doing on his phone by resting your head on his shoulder.
"Jungwonie.. do you love me?" you asked and only two seconds later his phone screen had gone black as he moved slightly so he could look at you fully.
his hands had slid down your cheeks as he looked at you for a few seconds, and just by seeing his look you could imagine that your question had somehow disturbed him.
"Are you sure you're okay sweetheart? You know perfectly well that I love you with everything I do for you.." he began to explain.
and while he seemed to have gone into a monologue about all the things he loved about you, his right hand came to rest on your forehead to check that you weren't sick and that you didn't have a fever but absolutely no signs of illness.
so he looked at you without really understanding your question since you weren't sick, but, even with the confusion he was still monologueing about everything he did for you.
then suddenly, you noticed that he had gotten up leaving him alone in the living room while you didn't even know where he could go since you were also in the living room.
"Jungwon where are you going?" you had asked but absolutely no answer had been heard and you began to wonder if asking him this question was the right thing to do even if it was still for fun, and simply to know the reaction he was going to have.
a few minutes later, you saw your boyfriend come into the living room again, this time with a box in his hands which he placed in front of you. "I'll let you look inside and you'll understand for yourself that yes, I am madly in love with you, sweetheart."
your hands had gripped the box, curious to know what was inside and as soon as you opened it you discovered many letters all containing Jungwon's writing and, reading the contents of one you understood that They were love letters that he had taken the time to write himself simply for you, and you felt your heart warm just by reading them.
but your surprise didn't stop there because apart from the love letters, the box that jungwon had given you was filled with all kinds of things that you had given him, little notes that you had written to him yourself or even tickets to a concert you both went to. there were also many little red paper hearts, and noticing the effort Jungwon had put in just for that you understood.
he was very much in love with you, and he was certainly the most adorable boyfriend you could have ever had so inevitably, when the box was closed and put aside for his safety you found yourself directly in Jungwon's arms, t having fun then placing numerous kisses on his cheeks or his lips.
so much so that he started laughing when he saw the reaction you had with this little box which certainly contained far too large a dose of love just for you.
"you're adorable Jungwon!!" you said with the most beautiful smile on your lips.
"I imagine that you have understood that I am very much in love with you.." he replied with a laugh before taking you in his arms, and following this action a cuddling session had started.
đ˛ đ§ˇË NIKI
"niki do you love me?"
no sooner had the question left your mouth than he looked up from his phone to look at you, knowing it was a stupid question you had just asked.
"No." he replied almost instantly with a rather disturbing sincerity.
and as soon as you heard his answer, which of course you absolutely didn't appreciate, you came to his side, taking his phone in his hands to put it next to him, forcing him to look at you, something he had done.
"sorry? you don't love me?" you asked a second time to make sure you heard the answer your boyfriend had just told you.
and, bringing his face closer to yours, almost as if he was about to kiss you, Niki looked at you, keeping a serious look as he repeated that same word a second time. "No."
it didn't take much for you to quickly leave his room, showing both your annoyance and your annoyance at the answer he had given you, but instead of reassuring you he let out a slight laugh, amused of your reaction.
and for the rest of the day you found yourself wanting to avoid him after the answer he had given you, not expecting Niki to answer "no" in that way which had annoyed you but also frustrated because, if this was the only moment where Niki had a good chance of saying yes, it was on this type of question.
of course, Niki, seeing your reaction, he couldn't help but remain in his role as a mean friend who had answered no to your question, and he obviously enjoyed annoying you no matter what he could say to you or do. after all, Niki found any excuse to act like a child when he could, and your question being stupid he was going to act even more stupid for the rest of the day.
it was only in the evening, when you were both under the covers that he slipped his arm around your waist to pull you back against him, knowing full well that you wanted to show him your displeasure but it wasn't working.
he placed a kiss on your cheek before whispering in your ear "you should have asked me how much I loved you instead.. the answer would have been easier and it would have saved you from scolding me all day kitten.."
but no response from you, you just remained silent not wanting in any way to show that you were about to just turn to face him.
"kitten... ask me the question, I promise you will get a positive answer" he whispered in your ear again as he placed a kiss on your cheek again.
"okay.." you finally responded, knowing perfectly well that niki wasn't going to leave you alone until you spoke. "How much do you love me Niki?"
"Really bad kitten... really like crazy"
and this simple answer made you blush almost immediately while a smile appeared on your lips.
"your question this morning was stupid... so obviously my answer was going to be just as stupid"
after which he just left many kisses on your cheeks just to tease you.
"I'm in love with you like crazy and I'm a little more in love with you every day so never doubt that sweetheart.."
thanks you for reading all of this itâs really sweet ! hope that you liked each of the members scenarios and that you enjoyed reading !
anyways loves you, see you soon !! đ
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seungmin x reader!! enemies to lovers troupe!! genre; fluff. word count: 10.7k (long but still not enough)
summary; if you have teleportation powers you would bring seungmin in the middle of ocean and dump him there. that's how much you hated him. but wait.. why he was suddenly cool?
an: you dont know how much i went crazy seeing seungmin in uniform! like babe! why are my classmate not like him? and.. this was a birthday present cause this man just turn half 50 minus 1!! anyways enjoy reading
Kim Seungmin.
You hated that very name.
You hated his existence.
You hated his smirk.
You hated that he breathes.
You hated how he never failed to make your blood boil.
Like now.
You were practically crawling into the classroom, late again, knowing full well the teacher wasnât going to let it slide this time. Slowly and quietly, you slipped through the back door, hoping to go unnoticed, but your hopes were dashed when Kim Seungmin turned in his seat and caught your eye. His face slowly morphed into that all-too-familiar smirk.
You already knew your fate.
"Ma'am, someoneâs late again."
You clenched your fists, resisting the urge to punch him as the teacher ordered you to stand and endure a scolding. You stood there, bowing your head like a guilty child while Seungmin chuckled at your misery.
You hated him. You hated him so much you wished for teleportation powersâjust so you could dump him in the middle of the Pacific Ocean and teleport back home.
The worst part? You were seatmates. In the one subject that made you contemplate dropping the class every week just to escape him. But no, you wouldnât give him that satisfaction. Youâd endure, just so he wouldnât win.
"Why were you late again?" he leaned over, asking in the most casual, condescending way possible.
âNone of your business,â you rolled your eyes and shifted your chair further away from him.
âActually, it is my business.â He smirked again, lifting the attendance sheet. âIâm in charge of marking whoâs here today, and guess what? I donât see your name yet. Got a good excuse for me?â
Damn.
You glared at him, wishing your stare could send him straight to the hospital. âI hate you.â
âOh, I love you too,â he teased, laughing at your frustration.
--
You were minding your own business, erasing the board, when out of nowhere, a crumpled piece of paper hit you square on the head. Annoyed, you turned sharply, searching for the culprit. Your eyes quickly landed on Kim Seungmin, who very obviously averted his gaze and started whistlingâlike that wasnât the biggest giveaway ever.
Glaring at him, you felt your temper rise. Without thinking twice, you grabbed the nearest weapon of choiceâthe chalkboard eraserâand hurled it with full force.
"Heyâ!" Seungmin barely had time to react, his hands flying up to shield himself. The eraser still hit him, sending a cloud of chalk dust everywhere.
Minutes later, there he was, sitting in the clinic, sulking like heâd been gravely injured. You stood over him, arms crossed, rolling your eyes at the ridiculous situation.
âYouâre such a kid,â you teased, watching as he winced dramatically. âCrying over a tiny little scratch.â
He glared at you, clutching his arm like heâd survived a battle. âTiny? You nearly broke my arm!â
You smirked, âIf I wanted to break your arm, Seungmin, I wouldnât have used an eraser.â
You and Seungmin fought like kids, constantly bickering and annoying each other to the point where even your classmates didnât bother stepping in anymore. Theyâd seen you two nearly throw punches at each other too many times to care.
One day in the cafeteria, you were finally enjoying a moment of peace, savoring your lunch, when Seungmin suddenly plopped down in front of you. He smiled, but there was something odd about it. Well, Seungmin was always odd, but this felt extra weird. He wasnât even touching his food; he just sat there, staring at you.
"What are you looking at, ugly?" you asked, scowling.
He leaned back casually. "My friends are coming, and we're sitting at this table. Itâs up to you if you wanna leave or not."
You blinked, taken aback. "What?! I got here first!"
"Yeah, well," he shrugged nonchalantly, "I donât care."
Before you could argue further, the cafeteria exploded with noise. His friends had arrivedâthere was no mistaking it. They were loud, famous, and had an almost cult-like following at school. You could practically hear the high-pitched squeals from the âfandomâ as they entered. Without even turning around, you knew it was them.
Your frustration mounted as they surrounded the table, chattering loudly. You werenât exactly fond of crowds, for that matter. Sitting there, sandwiched between Seungmin and his friends, you felt like a deer caught in headlights.
Hyunjinâyes, that Hyunjinâsuddenly leaned over, flashing a bright smile. "Hey, whatâs your name?"
You nearly choked on your food. Of course, the universe had to pick this moment to be cruel. Before you could respond, Seungmin cut in with a smug grin.
"Sheâs no one. Donât mind her," he said, not even sparing you a glance.
Your face flushed with embarrassment and annoyance. You stood up abruptly, knocking over your chair. "Iâve suddenly lost my appetite," you muttered awkwardly before storming off, desperately trying to escape the humiliation.
Why does this always happen to me? you groaned internally. I hate Seungmin. And I hate myself for embarrassing myself in front of my crush⌠Hyunjin.
If I see that KIM SEUNGMIN later, Iâm going to kill him.
Later in class, your chance for revenge came. Seungmin was called on for an oral recitation, andâpoetic justiceâhe stood there, stuttering and completely clueless. You couldnât help but laugh under your breath as he floundered, finally getting a taste of the embarrassment he loved dishing out.
Justice had never tasted so sweet.
---
"I hope lightning strikes him," you muttered, glaring at Seungmin from a distance as you hugged yourself, shivering from the cold. You were stuck in a waiting shed, the afternoon bringing with it a torrential downpour that looked like the start of a typhoon. The weather had been perfect this morningâsunny, with not a cloud in sight. You'd made the mistake of leaving your umbrella at home, thinking it would only weigh down your bag. Now, you regretted every bit of that decision.
Across the street, Seungmin stood dry under his big, obnoxiously bright umbrella, almost laughing as he caught sight of you. His smug grin was practically glowing, and as if to rub salt in the wound, he waved at you.
You flipped him the finger.
âWhen will his time come?â you wondered bitterly. Why am I always the one who ends up miserable?
The shed's roof was doing a terrible job of keeping the rain out. Water dripped from all angles, splashing around you and soaking your clothes. You glanced up at the leaky ceiling and groaned. When will this stop? you thoughtâboth about the rain and Seungmin.
If the two of you were friends, and if he werenât the spawn of Lucifer himself, you mightâve swallowed your pride and asked to share his umbrella. Your house was literally just a block away. But no! You would notâunder any circumstancesâlower yourself to envy his dry, smug self.
You would never give him the satisfaction. Even if it meant sitting here the whole night, soaked and miserable.
Seungmin started walking toward you, his big umbrella swaying with each step. He stopped in front of you with the most annoyingly sarcastic smile.
"You wanna share?" he asked, eyes twinkling with amusement.
You rolled your eyes. "No thanks."
"You sure? The news said the rainâs stopping⌠tomorrow."
"Even if it never stops for a whole week, Kim Seungmin, I would never!" you snapped, glaring at him.
He raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying your misery. "You sure? Last chance."
"Yes!" you practically shouted, arms crossed in defiance.
"Okay." He shrugged, stepping back. "One word is enough for me."
And with that, he turned on his heel and continued on his way, leaving you alone in the rain.
"I wonât regret it!" you yelled after him, though your voice sounded far less confident than before.
Ten minutes later, you were drenched and shivering, cursing under your breath. Regret started to creep in. You glanced down the roadâcompletely empty. Not a single taxi in sight.
"Where are all the taxis when I need them?" you groaned, looking up at the dark, stormy sky.
And so, your day ended just as it began: with Seungmin somehow managing to ruin it.
--
It was Friday, and your first class of the day happened to be the one where your seatmate was none other than him.
Determined not to be late, you arrived twenty minutes early. The classroom was nearly empty, with only a handful of students scattered around. Feeling groggy, you slumped over your desk, letting the quiet atmosphere lull you into a light nap.
Of course, peace never lasted long when Seungmin was involved.
A sharp knock on your desk pulled you from the brink of sleep. You cracked one eye open to see Seungmin settling into the seat beside you, a smug grin already plastered on his face.
"Oh, youâre early today. Were you looking forward to sitting next to me?" he teased, leaning back comfortably as if he hadn't just ruined your peaceful moment.
"Itâs still early, Kim Seungmin," you muttered, closing your eyes again. Not today, you thought. You werenât going to let him ruin your morning. Not this early.
He glanced at his watch with a chuckle. "Well, itâs 10 a.m., and thatâs not exactly early, is it?"
"Seungmin, if youâre bored and looking to annoy someone, talk to my hand." Without even opening your eyes, you lazily raised your hand in his direction, palm out.
Just then, Yuna, who sat in front of you, arrived. She took one look at the two of you, eyebrows raised in curiosity. "Why are you guys always fighting the moment you see each other?"
You opened one eye, giving her a pleading look. "Can you please let him annoy you instead?"
Yuna just laughed. "Oh, Seungmin wouldnât annoy anyone else but you." She gave you a knowing smile. "He likes you."
Your eyes shot open at her words, and you squinted at Seungmin, who was now smirking as if he knew exactly how to get under your skin. "Yeah, likes to annoy me," you huffed, narrowing your eyes in suspicion.
Seungmin shrugged, leaning in a little closer just to provoke you. "Well, yeah, I like it sooo much," he laughed, clearly amused by your reaction.
Yuna, now used to your bickering, just shrugged and turned her attention to the front of the classroom, leaving you to deal with him.
You let out a sigh, hoping that Seungmin would leave you alone for at least a minute. "Is there any chance youâll be quiet today?"
He pretended to think for a moment. "Hmm, nope."
You groaned, dropping your head back onto your desk. "Why do you even sit next to me?"
"Fate," he said casually, glancing over as if he hadnât just said the most ridiculous thing ever.
You shot him a disbelieving look. "What?"
"Itâs fate," he repeated with a smirk. "Out of all the seats in this entire classroom, I ended up next to you. Donât you think that means something?"
"Yeah, it means Iâm cursed."
He laughed, the sound annoyingly cheerful, and leaned in closer. "Maybe, or maybe youâre just lucky to have me next to you."
"Lucky isnât the word Iâd use."
Before he could respond, the classroom started filling up, and the teacher finally arrived. You sent a silent prayer of thanks, hoping class would be a break from Seungminâs endless teasing.
ââŚyou will do this assignment by pairs. To speed things up, partner with your seatmate.â
It was nothing new to be stuck with your enemy, but when you realized that the activity involved a short roleplay drama, you felt a surge of panic. Acting alongside him was nowhere on your bucket list of things to doâif you even had a bucket list.
âMaam, can I exchange my partner?â you raised your hand, desperation evident in your voice.
âOuch, you hurt my feelings!â Seungmin clutched his chest dramatically, feigning offense.
âWhatâs wrong with your partner?â the teacher asked, raising an eyebrow.
Sometimes you wondered why everyone seemed to love this annoying dog sitting next to you.
With no choice left, you begrudgingly held the script with a scowl. When would you ever have a peaceful day in class? Why did you have to pretend to be in love with this guy?
âCome on, read your line!â Seungmin demanded, his annoyance bubbling over.
Of all the choices in your teacher's fishbowl, youâd drawn the romantic scene everyone praying not to get. You would have preferred a horror script over this.
âI donât want to!â you protested, crossing your arms defiantly.
âWell, you have to! Itâs your fault for picking it!â he shot back, a glint of mischief in his eyes.
âI told you to pick it!â you replied, frustration mounting.
âAnd then Iâd be the one to blame? We donât have a choice but to do well.â He leaned back, crossing his arms smugly.
âUgh! I hate you so much!â you exclaimed, slumping back in your seat.
âWell, you have to love me now.â He chuckled, clearly enjoying your misery.
âWhat did I do in my past life to deserve this?â You groaned, reading the lines again.
âProbably killed someone,â he quipped, shooting you a knowing look.
You glared at him, and he immediately raised his hands in mock surrender, laughing.
âOh, apologies. Letâs practice! You donât have a choice; itâs either fail or just accept it.â
âI hate you.â
âI accept it, Juliet.â He grinned, clearly relishing your frustration.
Thankfully, the teacher had given you a week to prepare, which meant you never took practicing seriously after that.
âWeâll practice tomorrow,â Seungmin stated, his tone leaving no room for argument.
âI have something to do tomorrow,â you said nonchalantly, hoping to deter him.
âI have things too, but I want good grades, so you have to come.â He started packing his things away.
âHey, Seungmin!â You both turned at the sound of his friendâs voice. It was Hyunjin, accompanied by Felix and Jisung. You straightened up, suddenly conscious of your appearance.
âLetâs go somewhere!â Jisung draped an arm around Seungminâs shoulders.
âI have important things to do,â Seungmin replied, and Jisung pouted in response.
âOh, it was you in the cafeteria the other day,â Hyunjin said, looking right at you. It took you a moment to process that he was talking to you.
âUmâŚâ Your voice faltered. âYes?â
Hyunjin smiled at you, and you felt your heart race.
âGuys, wait for me outside. You just sneaked into my classroom,â Seungmin laughed, and his friends complied, heading for the door.
You were still catching your breath from the interaction when Seungmin turned back, grinning at you. âSo, Hyunjin is your crush?â he asked, his tone teasing.
Oh no! Seungmin had caught on!
âOf course, Iâm not!â you blurted out, feeling your cheeks heat up.
âWhy are you saying âIâm notâ in such an awkward way?â He laughed, clearly enjoying this new revelation. âThen it is true!â
âPlease donât tell him!â You pleaded, realizing you were losing this battle.
âOf course I wonâtâŚâ He smiled coyly, ââŚI wonât do what you ask.â Then, with a laugh, he tossed his bag over his shoulder and dashed out the door.
âOh, damnâŚâ You froze in your seat, panic setting in.
âSee you at practice tomorrow!â Seungmin waved annoyingly from the doorway, clearly aware that you had no choice but to comply.
As the door swung shut behind him, you sank back into your chair, contemplating your fate. Tomorrow was going to be a nightmare.
--
You arrived at his house and rang the doorbell repeatedly, knowing he would probably just hear it and take his sweet time.
âYouâre late,â he said with a smug smile when he finally opened the gate.
âIâm not,â you insisted, holding your wrist up to show him your watch, the sleek silver face gleaming in the sunlight.
âYouâre late by 58 seconds,â he replied, crossing his arms as if he were judging your punctuality.
âWhat?! Itâs not my fault you opened your gate late!â You rolled your eyes, frustration bubbling beneath the surface.
He chuckled at your annoyed expression, clearly enjoying the back-and-forth. âCome in.â
âNot like I have a choice,â you muttered, stepping inside.
It was your first time in his house, and you werenât surprised by how nice it was. The exterior was already immaculate, and the inside was just as polishedâwalls adorned with family photos and art that hinted at a cozy atmosphere. But you would never admit that to him.
âMy parents arenât home; they have work,â he said, glancing around the living room as if to check for any potential chaos.
âNo one asked,â you shot back, feeling a mix of annoyance and amusement.
âJust wanted to let you know in case you try to kill me; thereâs a CCTV camera around,â he said, half-serious.
âOh, great. Just what I need,â you replied dryly, shaking your head.
He headed to the kitchen, presumably to get something to drink, giving you a moment to explore. You took the chance to glance at the pictures displayed throughout the room. One photo caught your eyeâhim as a child, beaming with joy as he played in a park.
When he returned, you pointed to the picture near the TV. âIs that you?â
âObviously,â he said, rolling his eyes, his tone laced with playful sarcasm.
You squinted at the picture, then turned to him, suddenly serious. âI mean⌠will there ever be a time for us to stop bickering, even just for a bit? I'm trying to start a normal conversation hereâ
âWill there be?â he countered, sitting beside you with a teasing grin, his body relaxed as he leaned back.
âYeah, right. Never,â you replied, smirking despite yourself.
He handed you the printed script heâd prepared, the edges slightly crinkled. âWhy are we putting so much effort into this? Itâs just reading the script, not really acting it out.â
âBecause I have a goal grade, unlike you,â he said matter-of-factly, his eyes sparkling with mischief.
âHave you forgotten Iâm an achiever too?â you shot back, crossing your arms defiantly.
When would this bickering ever end?
âHyunjin is coming,â he announced suddenly, the air in the room shifting.
âNo one asked--â You paused, then asked, âWait what?!â
âSo you should behave if you donât want to scare him off,â he added, the grin still plastered on his face.
âSeungmin, why would you do that?!â You lightly slapped him on the shoulder, half-exasperated, half-amused.
âBecause⌠I can?â He laughed, shielding himself playfully. âI mean, whatâs wrong with inviting a friend? He's good at acting he can helpâ
âI hate you so much,â you groaned, exasperation creeping into your tone.
Hyunjin had been your crush for as long as you could remember, and the thought of him being in the same space as you made your stomach flutter with nerves. He was perfect in every wayâcharismatic, charming, and completely out of your league.
âWhy? Whatâs wrong?â Seungmin teased, leaning closer with that infuriating grin. âOh, I forgotâyou like him, right?â
You responded by giving him another light shove, your cheeks flushing with embarrassment. It was always like this between you twoâendless banter, lighthearted teasing, but the presence of Hyunjin added a layer of awkwardness you couldnât quite shake.
You both settled onto the couch, the printed script between you. Seungmin glanced at you, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
âOkay, letâs get this over with. You read Julietâs lines, and Iâll read Romeoâs,â he said, smirking.
âFine, but donât mess it up,â you replied, trying to maintain your composure.
You started reading through the script, your voice steady but laced with a hint of nervousness. âO, she doth teach the torches to burn bright! It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night like a rich jewel in an Ethiopeâs ear.â
Seungmin rolled his eyes dramatically. âWow, so poetic. Just make sure you donât faint from all that romance.â
You shot him a glare. âShut up, Romeo.â
Just then, the doorbell rang. Your heart raced. Hyunjin was here.
âSee? You should behave,â Seungmin teased, nudging your shoulder.
You threw him a playful glare, then he rushed to open the door. There stood Hyunjin, looking effortlessly cool, his smile warm as he greeted you both. âHey! Ready to practice?â
âUh, yeah! Come in!â you said, trying to keep your cool but feeling the heat creep into your cheeks.
Seungmin sauntered over, clearly relishing the moment. âHyunjin! Glad you could join us! We were just getting to the juicy parts.â
You shot him a warning look, hoping he wouldnât embarrass you. Hyunjin, however, seemed unfazed. âNice! I can help you both with the romantic scenes if you want.â
You nodded eagerly. âThat would be great! I need help with⌠you know, acting like Iâm in love.â You winced at how obvious that sounded.
Hyunjin grinned, moving to sit across from you. âAlright, letâs try a scene. Hereâs the famous balcony part. Juliet says, âO, for a falconerâs voice to lure this tassel-gentle back again.ââ
You felt your heart flutter. âIâll try,â you said, taking a deep breath. âO, for a falconerâs voice to lure this tassel-gentle back again!â
Hyunjin smiled, then gestured for you to continue. âAnd then Romeo responds with, âI would not for the world they saw thee here.ââ
Seungmin picked up the line, and you both began to read, the atmosphere shifting as you focused on the scene. You felt a playful energy in the air, the tension of performing lifting your spirits.
ââI would not for the world they saw thee here,ââ Seungmin said, his voice low and earnest.
You replied, âThen thereâs no need to be ashamed,â trying to put as much emotion into it as possible.
Hyunjin clapped after your line. âThat was great! You both looked really good together!â
You and Seungmin exchanged a quick look. âNo!â you both said in unison.
Hyunjin chuckled, clearly entertained by your synchronized denial. âReally, itâs just acting! But seriously, you guys have good chemistry.â
âThanks!â you said, feeling a mix of embarrassment and pride.
âAlright, letâs keep practicing!â Hyunjin suggested, eager to dive back into the script.
You focused on the lines, the playful banter keeping the atmosphere light. As you practiced, you couldnât help but enjoy the moment, the camaraderie making the task feel less like a chore and more like fun.
With Hyunjin guiding you, you felt more confident as you delivered your lines, ready to tackle the performance together.
--
The days passed in a blur as you and Seungmin practiced again at his house. You settled into a routine, the playful banter punctuating your rehearsals, and surprisingly, you started to enjoy the time spent together.
Finally, the day of the presentation arrived. As you stood in front of the class, you felt a mix of nerves and excitement. When it was your turn to deliver your lines, you poured your heart into the performance, channeling every emotion.
To your surprise, Yuna leaned over after the presentation and whispered, âIt wasnât like you were entering each otherâs nerves at all!â Her compliment made you beam with pride.
Seungmin, too, impressed you with his serious demeanor. For once, he seemed genuinely focused, and seeing him so dedicated made you realize how much he cared about doing well. You couldnât help but feel a swell of pride for both of you.
After the applause died down, your teacher announced, âIâm pleased to inform you all that I have chosen actors for the upcoming school play, and I chooseâŚâ She paused dramatically, glancing between you and Seungmin, ââŚyou two!â
A wave of excitement surged through you, quickly followed by a burst of playful competitiveness. âSee? You should thank me for picking a role that suits us both,â you teased, nudging him playfully.
Seungmin raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. âOh, Iâm grateful, alright. I forgot for a moment how you despise your pick. In fact, Iâm so happy Iâm going to treat you to cake and coffee.â
âYes!â you replied enthusiastically, unable to hide your grin. âI deserve a treat after all that hard work!â
âSure, but only because I canât let my scene partner go hungry,â he said, winking.
As you both headed out, the bickering continued, light-hearted and familiar, but beneath it was a shared joy that made the moment all the more special. You couldnât help but feel that maybe, just maybe, this experience was bringing you closer, even if you would never admit it.
At the cafĂŠ, the atmosphere buzzed with chatter and the rich aroma of coffee. You and Seungmin settled into a cozy corner, the tension from earlier melted away as you both began to chat more easily.
âSo, do you actually love acting?â he asked, taking a sip of his coffee.
âAbsolutely!â you replied, a grin spreading across your face. âIâve always idolized Emma Watson. I mean, come on, I look just like her!â You struck a dramatic pose, fluttering your eyelashes.
Seungmin looked at you, clearly unconvinced, with a âAre you kidding me?â expression. You burst out laughing, the sound ringing through the cafĂŠ.
âOkay, maybe not exactly like her,â you admitted, trying to catch your breath. âBut a girl can dream, right?â
âSure, if dreaming means torturing the rest of us,â he shot back with a smirk.
You rolled your eyes. âAnyway, Iâm planning to major in acting when I get to college. Itâs my dream!â
âNice! I like acting too, but Iâm thinking about majoring in music,â he said, leaning back in his chair.
âWait, you? You know how to sing?â You raised an eyebrow, unable to hide your skepticism.
âWanna hear?â he challenged, a playful glint in his eye.
âPlease no!â you teased, dramatically placing your hand on your heart. âIâd rather sleep forever than listen to your singing.â
Seungmin laughed, shaking his head. âYouâre so mean! I think it would be the oppositeâ
âMean? Iâm just saving you from embarrassment,â you shot back with a grin. âYou should thank me!â
"you'll regret what you're saying when I become famous."
As you exchanged playful banter, you realized that this was your way of connecting. The teasing and light insults had become second nature, and somehow, the hurtful words didnât sting anymore. Instead, they felt like an essential part of your friendship, a comfortable rhythm that made you both laugh.
âSeriously though,â you said, softening a bit, âI think itâs awesome that youâre into music. Weâll be the dynamic duo of arts!â
âAbsolutely! Just donât expect me to duet with you anytime soon,â he joked, raising his cup in a mock toast.
âDeal!â you laughed, feeling lighter than you had in a long time.
--
As the practice for the play approached, your schedule became packed, leaving little time for anything else. Excitement bubbled inside you, especially since Hyunjin, a year ahead of you, was also in the cast. You could hardly wait for the next rehearsal.
One day, while waiting for practice to start, you found yourself lost in thought, staring at Hyunjin as he chatted with some friends. Seungmin, ever the observant one, caught you in the act.
âYou look like a lovesick puppy,â he teased, a playful grin stretching across his face.
You quickly snapped out of your daydream, narrowing your eyes at him. âShut up! Iâm not!â You playfully punched his arm, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to make your point.
âUh-huh, sure,â he laughed, clearly enjoying your reaction.
âYouâre just jealous that Iâm not staring at you like that!â
As partners playing lovers in the play, you often imagined being paired with Hyunjin. But the teacher had chosen Seungmin, and surprisingly, it wasnât as bad as you expected. Youâd gotten used to the banter, and the awkwardness faded as practice continued.
Days passed, filled with rehearsals that drew you closer to Seungmin. The bickering remained, a constant source of amusement.
During one practice, while the two of you were warming up, Seungmin leaned over to Hyunjin, a mischievous smile on his face. âHyunjin, have you already eaten? This monkey here asks,â he said, pointing at you as if you were some sort of pet.
You rolled your eyes, but you couldnât help but laugh. âI am! Thank you for asking!â you replied, your voice dripping with sarcasm.
âYeah, and she also said you were handsome,â Seungmin added, clearly enjoying the moment.
You felt your cheeks flush, and in a mock fit of outrage, you dashed toward him. âSeungmin!â you yelled, but he was quicker. He took off running, his laughter echoing through the practice room.
When you finally caught up to him, you wrapped your arms around his neck in a playful hug, making him squirm. âYouâre such a tormentor!â you laughed, shaking him lightly.
From across the room, Hyunjin watched the whole scene unfold, a smile playing on his lips. âAre you sure they hate each other?â asked the director, who was shaking his head in disbelief.
Hyunjin just nodded, clearly entertained. âDefinitely yes!â he replied, chuckling at your playful dynamic.
As you and Seungmin continued to tease each other, you realized that despite the playful bickering, there was an undeniable comfort between youâsomething that made every rehearsal just a little bit brighter.
---
The rain poured down in relentless sheets, and there you were, standing under a shed, glaring at the gray sky as if it were personally responsible for your soaked shoes. You had forgotten your umbrellaâagain.
As you waited, shivering slightly from the cold, you spotted Seungmin in the distance, standing confidently under a bright yellow umbrella. He was teasingly waving it over his head, a smirk plastered on his face as he called out, âLooks like someone forgot their umbrella again!â
You rolled your eyes and shot him a finger. âVery funny, Seungmin!â
He sauntered over, his grin widening with each step. "You wanna share?"
You rolled your eyes. "No thanks." you replied, crossing your arms defiantly.
âOkay, then. One word is enough for me.â He turned to leave, an exaggerated pout on his lips.
You hesitated for a moment, watching him walk away. âWait!â you called out, and he turned back, an annoying smile in his lips. âFine! We can share!â
Seungminâs face broke into a triumphant grin as he rushed back to your side, positioning the umbrella over both of you. As you walked together, the atmosphere shifted from frustration to lightheartedness, laughter spilling out between the two of you.
âMy shoulder is now wet,â Seungmin complained, feigning annoyance as he brushed water off his shirt.
âIs it my fault that you work out so much? Your shoulders are just too broad!â you shot back, unable to suppress a grin.
âDid you just compliment me?â he asked, his eyes lighting up with mischief.
âUgh, it wasnât a compliment!â you retorted, trying to keep a straight face.
âThen Iâll just have to embrace this wetness!â he said cheerfully, adjusting the umbrella with exaggerated flair. Before you knew it, he leaned closer, and water dripped off his shoulder, splashing onto you.
You burst into laughter, shoving him playfully. âYou idiot!â
Seungmin laughed too, chasing after you as you dashed away, your heart racing with excitement. The rain seemed to fade into the background, the only sound being your giggles and the splatter of water against the pavement.
âYouâre going to pay for that!â he yelled, laughter echoing through the downpour.
Just as you turned to look back, he splashed a wave of water right at you, soaking you completely. You retaliated, grabbing a handful of rainwater and splashing it back at him.
The playful battle raged on, and soon both of you were drenched, shivering yet exhilarated.
---
It was two weeks before the big play, and you were laser-focused on perfecting every detail. The pressure was on, and you found yourself spending more time practicing than ever. You wanted everything to be perfect, especially with the role you were playing. Seungmin, of course, was your partner in most scenes, so you had to rehearse together.
But as you delivered your lines, standing face-to-face with Seungmin, it became harder and harder to stay serious. Seungmin kept pulling funny faces behind his lines, causing you to break character and burst into laughter.
âDirect, please, punch him or something!â you whined dramatically, throwing your hands up. âHe wonât stop!â
The director, seeing your exaggerated reaction, just chuckled. Meanwhile, the rest of the cast erupted in laughter.
"Iâm serious now! I promise!" Seungmin said, shrugging off his antics.
You tried to continue, but the minute you looked at his serious face, you couldnât hold back your laughter again. His deadpan expression was just too much.
âOkay, okay,â you said, wiping away a tear from laughing too hard. âLetâs take five. I need to compose myself.â
You sat down in the corner, still laughing. Seungmin joined you, shaking his head with a grin.
âWhy are you always like this?â you asked, playfully slapping his arm. âWeâre supposed to be professional!â
âHey! Iâm doing great! Youâre the one laughing!â he protested with a smirk.
You couldn't deny itâsomething had shifted between you and Seungmin lately. There was this playful, easygoing dynamic now, and to your surprise, you liked it. You werenât exactly sure when it happened, but the tension between the two of you had somehow dissolved, leaving behind a strange sort of camaraderie. And it felt... right.
---
Late again. You were quietly crawling your way toward your seat, praying that Seungmin wouldnât notice. Maybe, just maybe, heâd be too preoccupied to see you sneaking in. But no such luck. Just as you thought you were in the clear, you saw Seungmin glancing in your direction, that infamous smirk already forming on his face. You knew that look all too wellâhe was up to something.
Desperate, you shot him a pleading look, mouthing a dramatic âNooo,â and shaking your head in an exaggerated fashion. But the smirk only widened as he raised his hand.
âMa'am!â
You squeezed your eyes shut, bracing yourself for the inevitable scolding. This is it, you thought. Iâm done.
But instead, Seungminâs voice rang out casually, âI forgot to give you the assignments I collected from the class.â
Your eyes flew open in shock. What?
âOh right! Thank you, Seungmin, for the reminder.â The teacher smiled at him, clearly appreciating the help.
Seungmin stood up, cool as ever, handing over the pile of papers. He sat back down, a faint smirk still on his lips as if nothing unusual had happened.
You slid into your seat cautiously, your heart still racing. You glanced over at Seungmin, who met your gaze with a quick wink before turning back to his notebook. That was... new, you thought, utterly confused.
--
Practice resumed as usual, and you started to get into the flow of things. You liked rehearsing for the play more than you thought you would, especially with the creative freedom you were given. The only downside? Seungmin never missed an opportunity to get under your skin.
As you entered the practice room, sporting your freshly cut hair, Seungmin immediately took notice.
He eyed you up and down, a teasing grin already forming on his lips. âYou know,â he began, casually leaning back in his chair, âshort hair doesnât really suit you.â
You rolled your eyes, knowing exactly where this was headed. âWhat are you talking about? I look pretty in it,â you shot back confidently, placing your hands on your hips.
Seungmin raised an eyebrow, the playful grin still firmly in place. âPretty? More like you look like a monkey who tried to give itself a haircut.â
âExcuse me?â You gasped, pretending to be scandalized. âI do not look like a monkey.â
âSure, whatever helps you sleep at night,â Seungmin shrugged, clearly enjoying how flustered you were getting. He leaned closer, dropping his voice dramatically. âBut just so you know, if we ever put you in a zoo, youâd fit right in.â
You gasped again, this time more dramatically, then pointed at him with a mock serious expression. âYouâre just jealous because Iâm out here looking cute and you canât handle it.â
âCute?â Seungmin laughed, eyes gleaming with amusement. âKeep telling yourself that.â
âWhatever, I know the truth. Youâre just afraid to admit that Iâm rocking this look,â you teased back, refusing to back down.
âYeah, yeah. Keep dreaming, monkey,â he said, chuckling softly as you narrowed your eyes at him.
--
Another day in class, you were erasing the board when something hit the back of your head. Startled, you spun around, spotting Seungmin sitting there, whistling innocently. It was the most obvious thing everâhe didnât even try to hide it.
You glared at him, trying to keep your cool. âLet it goâ, you thought. âDonât give him the satisfactionâ. But then, another paper ball hit you.
"Seriously?" you muttered under your breath, turning to give him a sharp look.
This time, Seungmin didnât bother pretending. He smiled and pointed to the paper ball on the floor. âRead it,â he said, nodding toward the crumpled note.
You raised your hand, ready to throw the eraser at him with full force.
âWait!â Seungmin said quickly, holding up his hands in surrender. âJust read it, will you?â
With a dramatic sigh, you picked up the paper, unfolding it. Written in his messy handwriting were the words: âLetâs eat. My treat.â
Before you could react, Jisung, who had been quietly observing the whole scene, burst into laughter. âWhat kind of lame drama am I witnessing?â he cackled.
You whipped around and threw the eraser at him instead, hitting him square in the shoulder. âMind your own business, Jisung!â
âHey! Iâm just saying!â Jisung grinned, clearly enjoying the chaos.
Later that afternoon, you and Seungmin found yourselves at a seafood restaurant. Well, it was supposed to be Seungminâs treat, but somehow the two of you ended up bickering over who would pay. Cause you wanna pay too.
âLetâs settle this the mature wayârock, paper, scissors,â Seungmin proposed, holding out his fist.
âFine,â you agreed, thinking you had a good chance.
You both threw out your hands, and you won.
âYes!â you exclaimed, triumph coursing through you for about five seconds. But then Seungmin began to order.
He grinned, shaking his head. âYouâre gonna regret that.â
You frowned, confusion creeping in as the waiter approached. Seungmin rattled off an absurd number of dishesâenough to feed an entire village.
âSeungmin,â you hissed, eyes wide in disbelief, âdo you really need to order enough food for 30 people?â
Seungmin leaned back in his chair, completely unfazed. âYou said it was your treat. Iâm just taking full advantage.â
You pouted, crossing your arms defiantly. âThis isnât fair. Youâre evil.â
âEvil? No way,â he laughed, his eyes sparkling with mischief. âI prefer the term âstrategically gifted.ââ
As the waiter left with the long list of orders, you grumbled, âYou shouldâve thought about that before challenging me.â
In the end, Seungmin ended up paying for most of it, but you insisted on contributing, stubbornly pushing a few bills his way. He didnât argue too much, shaking his head with an amused smile. âYouâre relentless, arenât you?â
âOf course! If Iâm going to be broke, I might as well be happy about it,â you retorted, a grin spreading across your face.
Seungmin laughed, clearly entertained by your determination. âFair enough. Next time, Iâll just let you win without a fight.â
âDeal! But only if you promise not to order enough food for a small army,â you teased, raising your glass in a mock toast.
âChallenge accepted,â he replied, clinking his glass against yours, both of you laughing at the absurdity of it all.
--
Another rehearsal, and you were sitting on the sidelines, legs crossed as you watched your classmates perform. You had just finished your scene and were still buzzing from the energy of it all. The lights cast a warm glow on the stage, and you found yourself quietly admiring the atmosphere, the stars of the production shining brightly in your eyes.
Suddenly, the director's voice broke through your thoughts. âSeungmin, can you step in as the main character for a bit? Our leadâs absent today.â
âSure,â Seungmin replied, standing up with an easy confidence. He made his way to the center of the stage, and you prepared for him to be awkward or hesitant. Instead, he surprised you.
As he took his place, he transformed. His movements were smooth and assured, his voice resonating with sincerity. You couldnât help but lean forward, captivated. He moved across the stage effortlessly, delivering his lines with an authenticity that made you forget you were watching your friend.
Wow, he was really talented.
You shook your head slightly, trying to push the thought away. No way could you think Seungmin was handsome. That was just absurd.
Then came a scene where he had to hug the female lead. As he pulled her into a gentle embrace, your heart gave a small, inexplicable flutter. The warmth of his presence seemed to radiate even from where you sat, and you felt an unfamiliar tightening in your stomach.
You tried to shrug it off, focusing on the performance, but the feeling lingered, swirling with an odd mix of admiration and something else entirely. Watching him, you realized you were seeing a different side of Seungminâone that was undeniably charismatic and captivating.
The rehearsal continued, but you found it harder to concentrate, your thoughts drifting back to the way he had held her, how effortlessly he embodied the character. What was happening to you? You glanced away, trying to regain your composure, but the strange flutter remained, echoing in your mind long after the scene ended.
You were still lost in thought about the rehearsal when Hyunjin sat down beside you. âYou look really pretty with your hair like that,â he commented with a smile.
You blushed at the compliment, glancing down. âThanks! Seungmin said it doesnât suit me.â
Hyunjin chuckled softly. âSeungmin? Heâs just teasing you. Thatâs his way of telling you he likes it.â
You raised an eyebrow. âYou think?â
âDefinitely,â Hyunjin replied with a smirk. âHe wouldnât bother teasing you if he didnât like it.â
You laughed, shaking your head. âHe always tease me.â
Hyunjin leaned back, still smiling. âHow did you two meet, anyway?â
âWeâre neighbors,â you explained. âSince elementary school. We were always competingâwho could get the best grades, who could finish their homework first. Itâs been like that forever.â
Hyunjin raised an eyebrow. âDo you hate him?â
You laughed, thinking for a moment. âIf I could push him off a cliff, I probably would.â
Hyunjin grinned. âWould you really, though?â
You hesitated, suddenly unsure. â...yes,â you admitted, half-joking.
Hyunjin chuckled, clearly sensing something. âWell, I hope I donât hear about you two pushing each other off cliffs anytime soon.â
You shrugged with a playful smile. âNo promises.â
--
Later, you were eating peacefully in the cafeteria, minding your own business, when Seungmin plopped his tray down across from you. He sat down without a word, digging into his food.
You raised an eyebrow, already knowing what was coming. âLet me guess... your friends are coming?â
Seungmin glanced at you lazily, a piece of bread halfway to his mouth. âNo, they donât wanna see you.â
You pouted, pretending to be offended. âI miss Hyunjin.â
âThen ask him out,â Seungmin replied lazily, taking a bite of his bread.
You paused mid-bite, your eyes narrowing as you stared at him. âYou think I have a chance with him?â
Seungmin smirked, shaking his head. âNo, he hates monkeys like you who throw erasers at people.â
You gasped, glaring at him. âI do not look like a monkey!â
âSure, whatever helps you,â Seungmin teased, his grin widening. âAnd for the record, Hyunjinâs probably just being nice.â
You frowned, âHe said I was pretty with my new haircut.â
Seungmin scoffed, leaning back in his chair. âDo you know how much he lies? He probably tells that to everyone.â
You didnât bother arguing. Instead, you decided to change tactics. âHelp me get him to go out with me, then.â
Seungmin snorted. âDo it on your own. Youâre big enough for that.â
You groaned dramatically, leaning across the table toward him. âIf you help me, Iâll buy you something. Anything you want.â
Seungmin looked at you, considering it for a moment before shrugging. âBuy me a house."
You rolled your eyes, giving him a deadpan stare. âNever mind. Iâll do it myself.â
He smirked, clearly enjoying how easily you gave up. âGood luck, Juliet.â
--
It was Friday again, and somehow, you found yourself seated next to Seungminâagain. This time, however, you arrived early, a full thirty minutes ahead of your usual time. Feeling tired, you laid your head on the desk, hoping to catch a quick nap.
Just as you were dozing off, you felt a sharp knock on the desk, startling you awake. You looked up to see Seungmin grinning down at you, clearly enjoying your misery.
âMissing me that much, huh?â he teased. âYouâre thirty minutes earlier than usual.â
You groaned, rubbing your eyes. âWe basically see each other every day. Iâm already sick of it,â you replied with a shrug.
Seungmin chuckled, settling into his seat beside you. âYouâll survive. Anyway, I need to copy your assignment.â
You blinked, sitting up straight. âWe had an assignment?â
âSeriously?â Seungmin raised an eyebrow, holding back a laugh. He reached into his bag and pulled out his own paper, handing it to you. âHere, just copy mine before Maâam shows up.â
You took the paper from him, still confused. âWait, I thought you said you didnât do the assignment either?â
âI forgot that I had,â Seungmin said casually, smirking. âNow hurry up before itâs too late.â
Rolling your eyes, you grabbed your pen and started copying the assignment, scribbling quickly while glancing at the door every few seconds to make sure the teacher wasnât close. As you worked, you couldnât help but notice the shift between you and Seungmin. There was a time when you wouldâve refused to help himâor worse, argued with him endlessly. But now? It felt... different. There was a weird sense of comfort in these small moments.
"What now? does our fighting over who finish assignments first done?" you laugh,
"Then give me back my paper. I've changed my mind."
You didnât hate it. In fact, you kind of liked it.
--
 Seungmin was sipping on his water bottle backstage when Hyunjin approached him, all casual as ever.
âSeungmin,â Hyunjin started, leaning against the wall beside him. âDo you like her?â
Seungmin paused mid-sip, glancing sideways at Hyunjin with a raised brow. âWhat are you talking about?â
Hyunjin gave him a knowing look. âIâve known you for years, dude. I know when you like someone.â
Seungmin snorted, trying to brush it off. âWhy would that matter to you?â
âWell,â Hyunjin said with a mischievous glint in his eyes, âif I asked her out, would you get mad?â
Seungminâs eyes widened slightly before he quickly masked it, his expression turning nonchalant. âWhy would I care?â
Hyunjin tilted his head, smirking as if testing Seungminâs reaction. âReally?â
Seungmin waved his hand dismissively, though his jaw tightened slightly. âWhat am I, a matchmaker for you two? Why are you even asking for my opinion? I donât care.â
Hyunjin chuckled and slung an arm around Seungminâs shoulders. âThanks, bro. Thatâs all I needed to know.â
As Hyunjin walked away, Seungmin clenched his water bottle a little too tightly. He wasnât sure what irritated him moreâthe fact that Hyunjin seemed interested in you, or the fact that you two were making him feel like some kind of third wheel. Whatever it was, it was starting to get under his skin.
--
Seungmin was making his way back to the classroom, balancing a small box of milk heâd grabbed for you from the cafeteria. He'd overheard you mention wanting one earlier, so without a second thought, he picked one up, hoping to surprise you.
As he neared the classroom door, he paused when he heard your voice. You were deep in conversation with one of your friends, and for some reason, curiosity got the better of him. He stood just outside, hidden by the doorframe, listening.
"Why do you hate Seungmin so much, anyway?" your friend asked.
Seungminâs ears perked up at the question, his grip tightening around the milk carton. He wasnât sure why he was still standing there, but he couldnât move. He just waited.
You sighed before answering, "He's so annoying. Always teasing me, always acting like heâs better than me. Heâs infuriating."
Each word hit him harder than he expected, like tiny jabs that made his heart sink deeper and deeper. He already knows this what you felt for him but he doesn't know why it still hurts. He could feel his chest tighten, his breath coming out a little shallower as he stayed rooted to the spot.
But then you added something else, something he missed. A quieter tone followed the harshness of your earlier words. It was softer, almost like you were reflecting on something.
"Lately though... I donât know. I guess Iâve started to see that maybe heâs not that bad."
But Seungmin didnât hear those words. He had already turned away, stepping back before he could catch the change in your tone. His heart, now heavier, urged him to walk in the opposite direction, so thatâs exactly what he did. The milk, once meant to be a small gesture of kindness, now felt pointless in his hand.
PE class rolled around, and with no rehearsal scheduled, you entered the gym, spotting Seungmin as usual. You both ended up being partners againâsomething that had become routine at this point. There were no protests, no over-the-top objections. Just quiet acceptance.
The first activity was jogging, but you immediately noticed something was off. Normally, Seungmin would be teasing you the whole time, making snarky comments about how slow you were. But today, he was silent.
"One minute," you said, reading his time on the stopwatch. Normally, this would prompt a laugh from him, followed by some sarcastic remark about how you'd be the first one caught in a zombie apocalypse.
But today, he just nodded and moved on to the next activity without a word. Weird.
The next exercise was push-ups. You barely managed four before collapsing, groaning in exhaustion. Seungmin, on the other hand, breezed through twenty without breaking a sweat. You tried to compliment him in a lowkey way, but he didnât reactâjust kept going like a machine.
What is up with him?
Then came the sit-ups. You held down Seungminâs toes, though it didnât seem like he needed any help. His form was perfect, and he didnât even look your way. The proximity of the exercise made you search for his eyes, but every time you tried to make eye contact, he avoided looking at you.
When it was your turn, you felt exhausted by your fifth sit-up, and Seungmin held your toes firmly in place. This time, he watched you more intently, though you couldnât see him since you were focusing on the exercise. Only when you glanced up did he quickly avert his gaze.
After class, you caught him trying to leave and stopped him in his tracks.
âSeungmin, whatâs going on with you?â you asked, planting yourself in front of him.
He gave you a blank look. âWhat are you talking about?â
âYouâre acting... weirdly weird today. Did something happen?â
Seungmin sighed, clearly not in the mood for a conversation. âI donât know what youâre talking about,â he said flatly, brushing past you.
You caught his arm before he could fully walk away. âHey, you can talk to me. If somethingâs wrong, just tell me.â
He paused, looking at you for a moment with an unreadable expression before saying coldly, âWhy would I? Weâre not friends.â
The words hit you harder than you expected. You froze, watching as he walked away, feeling a strange pang in your chest.
Later, you sat next to Hyunjin, watching Seungmin perform his scenes on stage. He still ignored you, going through the motions of his role flawlessly, but there was no denying the distance between you now. The way he looked past you, as if you werenât there, made you feel... sad.
âWhatâs up with him?â you muttered to Hyunjin. âHeâs been acting strange all day.â
Hyunjin smirked. âHeâs probably mad about what I told him.â
You raised an eyebrow. âWhat did you tell him?â
Hyunjin chuckled softly, leaning closer. âI told him I like you. And that I was going to ask you out.â
You blinked in surprise, staring at him. âWait... what?â
He shrugged nonchalantly. âWhy else would he be jealous?â
âJealous?â you repeated, confused. âWhy would he be jealous?â
Hyunjin let out a soft laugh. âI donât know if you and Seungmin are both idiots, or if youâre just blind.â
âOuch,â you said, feigning offense, though your mind was spinning. Jealous? Seungmin?
Hyunjinâs laugh faded into a small smile, and after a moment of silence, he sighed. âWow, my confession really flew under the radar, huh?â
You looked at him, feeling a little guilty. Oh... right. His confession.
You smiled awkwardly. âWait, was it serious? Or were you just joking?â
Hyunjin rolled his eyes. âYou think Iâm a joker like that puppy?â He nodded toward Seungmin, who was still on stage.
Normally, this would be the moment where youâd blush, stammer, and lose your mind. But something didnât feel right. There was something nagging at you, something you couldnât quite put your finger on.
âI...â
Before you could respond, Hyunjin raised a hand, cutting you off. âActually, you know what? Donât answer me yet. Iâll wait until after the play presentation.â
He smiled, and you smiled back, though it felt forced.
âIâm sorry to interrupt, but Iâm just getting my water bottle,â Seungminâs voice broke the moment as he stepped between you two, grabbing his bottle.
You opened your mouth to say something, but he was gone before you could. You stared after him, feeling more confused than ever.
-
In the past, this type of bickering was normal between you two. You had always gotten on each other's nerves, and usually, you'd be happy to ignore him, savoring the peace and quiet. But this time felt different. Why were you so affected by his silence? Why did it feel like a hollow pit had formed in your chest, waiting for him to fill it? You hated him, didnât you? You used to hate himâright? But now, all you felt was a growing sense of confusion and frustration, like you were waiting for something that never came.
Seungmin had been avoiding you for three days now, and at first, you brushed it off, assuming he had something on his mind. But as time went on, the weight of his silence pressed harder. It wasnât just affecting the playâit was affecting you. His avoidance felt more personal than it ever had before, and it gnawed at you until you couldnât ignore it anymore.
"Seungmin, let's talk." You caught up to him backstage, your voice firmer than usual, trying to mask the vulnerability you were starting to feel.
"Why?" he responded coldly, not even looking in your direction.
You blinked, taken aback by the sharpness of his tone. "What do you mean, 'why'? We obviously need to talk about something."
"I don't want to," he replied like a stubborn child, folding his arms defensively.
You groaned, frustration bubbling inside you. "Stop giving me that bratty attitude, Seungmin. Let's just talk, okay?" Without thinking, you grabbed his wrist, dragging him toward the exit door for privacy.
Once you were both outside, you turned to face him, still gripping his wrist. "Are you angry at me?" you asked softly, though the edge of desperation in your voice betrayed you.
Seungmin pulled his hand away from your grasp, shrugging. "We're normally angry at each other," he muttered, staring at the ground as if avoiding your gaze would shield him from the conversation.
You furrowed your brows, trying to make sense of what he was saying. "Seungmin, we both know something has changed between us. Weâre⌠sort of friends now, right? Why are you acting like this?"
He scoffed, running a hand through his hair. "Why? This is normal. Weâve always been like this. Why are you suddenly acting like something's different?"
Your chest tightened, and you swallowed hard. "So Iâm still just an enemy to you?" The words slipped out, raw and vulnerable, and you hated yourself for how much it hurt. You could feel tears prickling at the corners of your eyes, but you blinked them back quickly. "Because for meâ" Your voice wavered, but you forced yourself to continue. "For me, things changed. Iâll be honest with you. I hated you so much before, Seungmin. I mean, if I couldâve thrown you into the fire pit, I wouldâve done it in a heartbeat." You laughed bitterly, trying to lighten the mood, but your heart ached as you realized the truth. "But now, I see you as a friend."
Seungmin's breath hitched at your confession, and for a moment, his walls seemed to crack. But then his jaw clenched, and he shook his head. "No."
You stared at him, bewildered. "No? What do you mean 'no'?"
His voice was strained, like he was forcing the words out. "Why are you doing this to me? Why canât you just focus on Hyunjin and pretend like Iâm not even here?"
"Why would I do that?" you asked, confusion lacing your words.
Seungmin's expression darkened, his eyes narrowing in frustration. "Because you like him," he bit out. "You like Hyunjin, and youâve hated me since the day we met."
You stepped closer, lowering your voice, "Seungmin⌠I told you. We're past that stage of hating each other."
His laugh was hollow, bitter. "Youâve hated me since we were kids. Do you have any idea how much that hurt? But you know what? I preferred it that way. Iâd rather you keep hating me than whatever this is."
You were silent for a moment, letting his words sink in. It hit you hardâthe realization that Seungmin had always been more affected by your feelings than youâd thought. And now, he was clinging to the past because it was easier to accept your hatred than deal with the uncertainty of whatever you were becoming now.
"But I don't hate you anymore," you said softly, your voice gentle but firm.
His gaze flickered up to meet yours for the briefest second before he looked away again, a storm of emotions brewing behind his eyes. His fists clenched at his sides, and for a moment, you thought he might say something, but instead, he shook his head, taking a deep breath.
"Then what do you feel now?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
It was a question you hadnât fully answered yourself. What did you feel? What had changed between you two? The hate had faded long ago, replaced by something warmer, something deeper. But how could you put it into words when you werenât sure what those feelings even were?
"I donât know," you admitted, your voice trembling. "But I know I donât want to keep ignoring it. I donât want to keep pretending like weâre still stuck in the past. I care about you, Seungmin, and Iâ"
He cut you off, his voice sharp but shaky, "Stop. Donât say it. Please."
His plea was laced with fear, and you could see it nowâthe fear of getting hurt, of being vulnerable. Seungmin had always hidden behind his teasing and sharp words, but now, as he stood before you, walls crumbling, you realized just how much he had been protecting himself all along.
"Seungmin..." You took a step closer, your hand hesitating before reaching out to touch his arm. "You donât have to push me away."
He closed his eyes, his shoulders tense, and for a moment, you thought he might pull away again. But then, he sighed, the weight of his emotions too heavy to bear alone anymore. "You donât get it," he whispered, his voice raw. "Iâm scared. Scared that if you donât hate me, youâll realize⌠Iâve liked you for so long, and I donât know how to handle that."
Your heart skipped a beat at his confession. The tension, the unspoken words, all of it finally made sense. You felt your chest tighten as you processed his words, the vulnerability behind them cutting deep.
Seungmin liked you.
And somehow, deep down, youâd known.
-
The day of the play had arrived, and for the first time, a tight knot of nerves twisted in your stomach. You'd performed in front of people before, but this time felt different. This time, you werenât just performing in front of a crowdâyou were performing in front of him.
As you paced backstage, waiting for the curtain to rise, you couldnât help but glance around anxiously, searching for Seungmin. The others were already in place, getting ready for the opening act. But Seungmin⌠he was nowhere to be seen.
Your heart raced as minutes ticked by. What if he didnât show up? What if his feelings, the tension between you, had driven him away? You shook your head, trying to focus, but the anxiety clung to you like a second skin.
The stage manager called for the cast to take their places, and you stepped toward the stage, dread settling deep in your chest. The lights dimmed, the curtains rustled, and the play was about to begin. But Seungminâwhere was he?
Just as the opening music started and your heart sank, you heard footsteps behind you. You turned and saw him. Seungmin, slightly out of breath, his eyes locking with yours as he walked into place. He gave you a small, reassuring nod, and you felt a rush of relief. He had made it.
You took a deep breath, letting his presence calm you, and when the curtains finally rose, you stepped into your role. The lights blinded you for a second, and the sound of the audience rustled in the background, but none of that mattered. Your focus was on one person.
Seungmin.
You went through your lines, heart pounding in your chest. The audience faded away, and it was just the two of you on stage. But when you looked into Seungminâs eyes, delivering your lines, it felt too realâlike every word you spoke wasnât part of the play but something deeper.
And then came the moment. The pivotal line.
As you reached the climax of your scene, Seungmin stepped closer, his gaze steady and intense. âI love you,â he said, his voice clear and sincere.
Your breath caught in your throat. The weight of his words, delivered in that moment, felt electric. It wasnât just a line; it was a declaration that cut through the scripted lines and went straight to your heart.
Tears pricked at your eyes, threatening to spill over. You werenât supposed to cry hereânot in this sceneâbut it was impossible to hold back the emotion. The intensity of the moment, standing before him as he revealed his feelings, overwhelmed you.
Seungminâs gaze softened, and for a second, the audience faded away. It was just you and him, wrapped in a moment that felt like the truth finally breaking through.
You tried to respond, but the weight of his confession hung in the air, filling the space between you. You swallowed hard, blinking rapidly to keep the tears at bay.
The play continued, but all you could think about was Seungminâs words. He had spoken them as part of the script, but they felt so real, so genuine. Something shifted in the atmosphere between you twoâsomething undeniable.
As the final act came to a close, and you took your bow, the audience erupted in applause. But even then, your eyes were only on Seungmin, wondering if he felt the same shift in the air between you two. Something had changed. Something profound. And while you werenât sure where it would lead, for now, you were content just to hold on to the moment, letting it linger as the lights dimmed and the curtains closed.
For now, the stage had played its part, but what came next was something only time would tell.
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ok iâve been having this thought for a while⌠since jason is so attentive what are some things he would do that makes readerâs life easier??? like i see him as such an acts of service man like if all else fails he will make sure youâre never out of your fav tea or something idk im sorry if this doesnât make sense đđ
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A/N: digging myself out of a depressive episode with this one + this is my first fic after my long ass hiatus so pls be nice to me im trying
Attentive!Jason Todd will pay so much attention to you you would think he has a camera on you 24/7 and watching your every move.
Jason would remember the big things, like anniversaries and birthdays, but also days of the year when he knows you need the most support from him. If a parent/guardian/loved one died on a specific day/time of year he's attuned to your emotional needs and keeps up with your physical ones (like food and sleep) so you can focus on being ok again. (i am NOT projecting chat)
Jason would also remember the little things, like your favourite tiny spoon, the way you prefer spearmint to wintermint in gum and toothpaste, the way you compulsively brush your hair to the side when your bangs get too long, when it's time for you to leave a social situation. He's just always looking at you and around you to make sure you're happy and smiling when you wave back at him form across the room.
If you have health problems, Jason would never in his life let you run out of meds or whatever you need to combat your illness. The massage gun is always charged, heating pad always available, hot water bottles on standby, compression socks/arm bands at your disposal, everything. He doesn't wait for it to get bad either, he's picked up on your cues so well that he can almost predict a disaster before you do.
Speaking of prediction, he also knows that if you're not off work and in the apartment by a certain time, to start the laundry, dishes and order in/cook a quick dinner because he knows you'll come home a tense ball of stress and worry.
Jason who almost exclusively wears a specific type of softer fabric when you're around him because he loves it when you bury your face in his chest and rest your head on his bicep.
(For the short girlies) Jason who puts rubber corner protectors on the corners of your countertops and tables because you always bash your hips into them when you aren't paying attention.
Jason who does the laundry before you wake up in the morning and folds your clothes exactly the way you do because he knows you're particular about it & doesnt want you to stress about it in the morning.
Jason who puts gas in your car and repairs it himself or sends it to the bats to fix when he can't (he would never admit it though).
Jason who notices your favourite brands of food and makes sure they're always stocked (you're convinced it's witchcraft the way things don't run out)
Jason who just loves you. That's it. That's all. Just love. In any and all ways he can. All the time. In all conditions. In all situations. Patient. Loving. Kind.
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From Gold to Mold
Chapter 1: The Change
âHappy birthday, to you,â your teacher, Mrs. Palmer, and classmates finish singing to you.
âThank you, everyone,â you giggle, happy that everyone did something special for your birthday in the middle of class.
Youâre now six-years-old and your Mommaâs promised to take you to Little Luigiâs Pizza Place after school, where youâll get to open your presents from her, as well as eat all the pizza you want and have a cookie pizza for free! You begged her to let you stay home, but she laughed and said that she had to meet her publisher for her upcoming book, but she promised that after she was done, sheâd come check you out and the two of you would go celebrate your birthday.
You look up at the clock (good thing itâs digital, because you havenât learned to read the old clocks yet!) and see that itâs almost time for lunch.
âCome on, Momma,â you mutter to yourself. âGet here, already.â
Seriously, you didnât plan to eat lunch, so you didnât bother packing lunch today!
Just then, the intercom above the door chimes.
âMrs. Palmer,â the school secretary asks.
âYes?â
âCan you please send Y/N Gould to the office, please? Thereâs someone here to see him.â
âYes,â you cheer, making a few in the class laugh.
âOf course,â she responds before the device clicks off.
You grab your backpack and toss it over your back before rushing towards the door.
âBye, Y/N,â one classmate says as you pass her.
âHappy birthday,â another says as you near the door.
âEnjoy your birthday, Y/N,â Mrs. Palmer says, her usual bright smile on her face. âWeâll see you tomorrow. Remember to have your worksheet done.â
And with that, you leave the room and skip down the hall to the main office, happy that your school is small so you donât have to walk far. As you do, all you can think about is all the pizza youâre about to eat! And the chocolate chip cookie pizza that you get after that! And donât forget about the presents! Maybe youâll get the new PokĂŠmon Platinum game for your DS, or a new stuffed animal, or maybe a new movie!
The suspense is practically tearing you apart and you enter the office, ready to greet your Momma when you see⌠Sheriff Foley. And he looks⌠sad. You look to the secretary, whoâs standing behind him, and she has the same sad look.
âY/N,â he says.
âSheriff Foley,â you say, looking around to find Momma, but not finding her. âWhatâs wrong? Whereâs Momma?â
âSon,â he says as the secretary begins to cry a bit. âI have some bad news.â
You feel a weird feeling in your stomach, like when you eat a bunch of ice cream and get sick, but this feeling is worse than that.
âWhat?â
âItâs about your momma. I got a call from the police in Vegas and they said there had been a car accident. Some drunk fool leaving a casino hit your motherâs car.â
You feel your heart stop at the words âhitâ and âmother.â
âIs she ok,â you manage to say. âSheâs at the hospital, right?â
The secretaryâs crying becomes louder.
âIâm sorry, son,â he says, a tear falling from his eye. âHe was going too fast when he hit her. Sheâs gone.â
âGone? Like missing?â Now, youâre crying. âWhy canât they find her?â
âNo, gone as in sheâs no longer with us.â
âLike⌠sheâs gone to heaven,â you whisper.
He nods and itâs then you feel your entire world collapse. You remember what Momma said about going to heaven when you saw a squirrel asleep on the side of the road. Sheâd said that he had gone to heaven after falling asleep and that he wouldnât be waking up again. That heâd always be there.
âNo,â you cry, tears and snot falling from your face. âNo, she canât be in heaven! She said sheâd be here!â
Sheriff Foley takes you into his arms as you cry.
The next few days go by in a blur. You stay with Sheriff Foley and his wife until the funeral. Unfortunately, the accident was so bad that the casket had to stay closed, so you werenât able to see her one last time before sheâs put in her grave. The whole town of Goodsprings is there; she was an author writing best-selling romance novels set during the Age of Sail and a pillar of the community, so everyone wanted to be there to say their final goodbyes to her and their condolences to you.
You said nothing during the whole thing. You hadnât said anything since Sheriff Foley told you that Momma had gone to heaven and that she wouldnât be back. The only noise to leave you is the sound of crying.
âY/N,â he says as you watch the grave be filled with dirt. âWhen we leave, weâll have to go by your house. You need to pack anything you need.â
âWhy,â you ask, your voice sore from crying for days.
âBecause a man is waiting there for you and when you have everything you need, heâll take you to McCarran Airport. From there, youâll go to Gotham City in New Jersey.â
You couldnât believe your ears, first you lose Momma and now youâre losing your home?
âWhy do I have to leave,â you say, tears streaming down your face.
âBecause the county did some checking and found your father through a DNA test.â
You freeze at that. Your Daddy?
âMomma, do I have a Daddy,â you asked her once.
âYou do, baby, but he doesnât know about you,â she answered. âWe met years ago, back when Momma was young and dumb. When I found out I was having you, I couldnât find him. Thatâs when I realized I had to act right.â She rubbed her hand through your hair. âItâs thanks to you that Iâm not like that anymore.â
That conversation goes through your head as you ride back to your house. Youâre actually going to meet your Daddy? When you pull up to your house you see a fancy car sitting in the driveway and an elderly man in a suit standing next to it, watching you as you get out.
âIâm sorry, whoâre you,â Sheriff Foley asks.
âAlfred Pennyworth,â the man says, bowing a little. âButler to the Wayne Family. I apologize, Sheriff, but Iâm afraid Master Bruce was unable to get away. Urgent business at Wayne Enterprises demanded his attention.â
âMore urgent than his son?â
You can see the butler slightly flinch at that, despite how good he tries to hide it.
âI understand your frustration. I expressed the same sentiments, but Master Bruce couldnât be persuaded to leave the matter to Mr. Fox.â He looks down at you. âI trust this is young Master Y/N?â
You canât help but duck behind the sheriffâs legs to hide from him.
âYeah, this is him.â
âIâm glad to meet you, though I wish it was under more joyous circumstances. You have my most sincere condolences for your loss.â
âThank you,â you say, looking down at the ground.
âCome on, son, letâs get all your stuff packed.â
The three of you spend the next hour packing all your toys and clothes into cardboard boxes. When asked about your bed, dresser, and other larger things, Alfred said a room had already been prepared for you with a king sized bed and a dresser with room for all your clothes and more.
âShould you require anything else, I will ensure Master Bruce provides it.â
âWhat will happen to the house,â you finally ask Sheriff Foley, afraid for what he would say.
âYour momma already paid off her house and her will said that everything thatâs hers goes to you. For now, the county will care for it until you turn eighteen, which is when you can inherit it.â
Hearing that shouldâve made you feel better, but it didnât because youâd have to wait so long to come back and even then, Momma still wouldnât be here. As the two adults packed up the last of the boxes in the fancy rental car, you slipped away into your Mommaâs office at the back of the first story. You slide open the doors, expecting to see her at her desk, working on her latest story like youâd done so many times before, but this time, an empty room and silence greets you.
You enter her office and hop into the big revolving chair, her favorite perfume still lingering from the morning of your birthday. You look at the desk and find something that takes your breath away: her favorite gold ink pen. One day, youâd asked her why your last name was Gould and sheâd told you that your family came from a long line of goldsmiths who once made jewelry and other small things for rich people. Mommaâs Daddy still worked with metal, even after the family practice was shut down, and when she said she was going to become a writer, he made her a gold ink pen to bring her good luck. You pick it up, looking at the beautiful design, and begin to tear up.
She carried it everywhere she went, so seeing it here cements the fact that sheâs not coming back. Maybe if she wasnât in a big hurry that morning, she wouldâve remembered to take it with her and the accident never wouldâve happened. And sheâd still be here with you.
âY/N,â the Sheriff says as he enters the office. âWe finished packing everything. Are you ready to go?â
You want to say no and refuse to leave, but you know that you canât stay here. You quietly pocket the pen and follow him to the car, where Alfred waits for you.
âAlright, son, be good for Mr. Pennyworth here. Do what he says and be a good boy like your momma taught you.â He gives you a hug and you wish it would never end, because then youâd never have to leave your home. âYouâll be back before you know it, and your home will be here waiting for you.â
A with that, you get into the car with Mr. Pennyworth and begin the drive to the airport. You use the mirror to see your house one last time, seeing it get smaller and smaller until itâs out of sight.
âI know this is sudden after the loss of your mother, but I promise Master Bruce and I will do everything we can to make Wayne Manor a home for you.â
âWhatâs it like?â
âThe manor? Itâs a large estate with a long and storied history that dates back to the early days of Gotham. Thereâs plenty of rooms for you to explore.â
âAnd what about my Daddy? Whatâs he like?â
âMaster Bruce is a skilled businessman and one of Gothamâs biggest socialites. Heâs also the adoptive father of Masters Dick and Jason.â
âHe already has kids? Would they be my brothers?â
Youâd heard of several of your classmates having older and younger siblings and had thought about having a brother or a sister. What would it be like to carry around someone younger than you or be care for by someone older than you.
âMaster Dick would be your older brother, but heâs now living at the manor right now. Heâs off finding himself right now, but I have no doubt that heâll be back one day.â
âWhat about Jason?â
Mr. Pennyworth frowns at your words and you feel afraid that youâve said something wrong.
âMaster Jason would be your older brother, as well, but he was taken from us. With any luck, he and your mother have met one another.â
OhâŚ
âWhen did he go to heaven?â
âHe left us a few months ago, but it feels just like yesterday.â
And with that, the talk is over. You two arrive at the airport and after the butler returns the rental car, he guides you to the gate where a private jet awaits the two of you. You canât help but be amazed that youâre riding in a private jet that looks so much better than the ones youâve seen on tv. You sit in one of the seats and itâs way softer than your bed.
âMaster Y/N, weâre getting ready for takeoff,â the butler says as he puts his seatbelt on. âPut your seatbelt on.â
You do as youâre told and before you know it, you feel the jet begin to move. You hurry to look out the window to see everything moving past before the jet begins to fly. You stare out the window, watching Nevada, the state youâve called home, get smaller and smaller until youâre above the clouds, unable to see anything, even the massive buildings of the Strip, which could be seen for miles.
Itâs then you realize that this is real, that youâre leaving everything youâve ever known and wonât be back for years and tears begin to fall from your face. Youâve spent the last few days crying so much that youâd think that youâd think that you would run out of tears, but apparently not. Not wanting to disturb Mr. Pennyworth, you face the window and bite your lower lip to stop making noises.
Somehow the flight seemed to be both long lasting and not long enough, because eventually, you saw a city show up below you. You squint your eyes to get a better look through the smog and see many tall buildings, all of the having those scary stone creatures you saw on a movie once.
âWelcome to Gotham City, Master Y/N.â
A/N: Iâm hoping to make this a series that sees somewhat regular updates, but donât quote me on that. Iâve been getting back into Resident Evil and I look up Yandere Batfamily stuff on this site so much itâs not even funny. Sorry if the first chapter was so long, but I thought if the first chapter was long enough, people would forgive me if future chapters are a bit lacking. Also, this series is heavily influenced by several of my favorite users, like @acid-ixx , @gotham-daydreams , @luludeluluramblings , and @darkstaria . You should totally check them all out.
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i did it first / park jongseong
where cute, playful, and innocent arguments with your boyfriend are welcomed and appreciate as they lead into the sweetest moments
genre fluff, established relationship
as you and jay walk back to the car after your date, the cool evening air still carrying the warmth of your laughter and lingering touches, you canât help but feel a little smug. tonight had been perfectâdinner at your favorite restaurant, a walk along the river, and now a comfortable car ride back home. but as soon as you both climb in and buckle up, jayâs signature teasing smirk reappears, and you already know whatâs about to happen.
âyou know youâre wrong, right?â jay starts, his voice playful, throwing a quick glance your way as he starts the engine. âi definitely loved you first.â
you roll your eyes, half-expecting this after a night like tonight. "oh, please. there is no way thatâs true. iâm the one who fell for you first!"
jay laughs under his breath, pulling out onto the road. "y/n, you can tell yourself whatever makes you feel better, but we both know i fell first. you didnât even realize i existed at first."
crossing your arms, you lean back in your seat, your competitive side already on high alert. "are you kidding me? i knew exactly who you were. remember that time i âaccidentallyâ bumped into you in the library? that was totally planned, just so i could talk to you.â
he gives you a side-eye, the corners of his mouth quirking up. "oh yeah? well, i noticed you way before that. i was already into you the first time you asked me what time class started. you literally already knew, but i could tell you just wanted to talk to me."
"and you think that means you fell first?" you ask, raising an eyebrow. "i strategically sat near you during every lunch period! i even switched friend groups just to get closer to you."
jay shakes his head, smiling as he recalls those moments. "okay, but who was the one who went out of his way to offer you help in chemistry? even though i was just as lost as you were?"
you canât help but laugh at that memory, your attempts to look like you understood the periodic table just as hopeless as jayâs. "oh, please. that was nothing compared to when i pretended i needed help with my project just so i could come over to your place.â
jay glances over at you, raising his eyebrows. "you did know how to finish that project, didnât you?"
âof course i did! but i wanted an excuse to spend time with you,â you admit with a playful smile, knowing that your antics back then were nothing short of ridiculous.
âremember the time i stayed up all night baking cookies for your birthday? that definitely means i was in love with you before you even had a clue.â
âthose cookies were good, but come on, y/n,â jay says, grinning as he keeps his eyes on the road. âi was the one who found out your favorite drink at that coffee shop you went to every morning, and then i âjust so happenedâ to show up there at the same time.â
"oh please, anyone couldâve done that," you shoot back, laughing. âi took hours picking out your birthday gift that year. i went to three different stores to find something youâd like.â
jay's laugh bubbles up, shaking his head. "okay, fine. but do you remember when i walked you home in the rain after class, even though i didnât have an umbrella and was soaked by the time we got to your place?"
you bite your lip, remembering that moment vividly. you had felt guilty for days afterward, thinking heâd catch a cold just because he didnât want you to walk home alone. "alright, that was sweet, but it still doesnât prove you loved me first."
jay rolls his eyes playfully. "yes, it does. i was the one who volunteered to carry your books every day even though you insisted you didnât need help.â
"oh, so now youâre just gonna keep using the ânice guyâ routine?" you tease, unable to stop the grin spreading across your face. "because i waited for you outside your basketball practices just to see you for like five seconds."
âand i,â jay interjects, âstarted wearing cologne because you once told me that you liked how a guy smelled when he walked by in class. i literally changed my entire scent just for you.â
you burst out laughing at his confession. "are you serious? i had no idea! thatâs actually kinda cute.â
âyeah, well, i was pretty obsessed with you,â jay admits, a sheepish grin on his face.
as you both make your way to the front door, the conversation picks right back up, neither of you ready to let the other win. the entire way up the stairs to your apartment, you continue to volley back and forth, trying to outdo each otherâs arguments with more memories and playful jabs.
âi showed up to your first big presentation, remember? i even sat through two hours of boring speeches just to support you,â you say, sliding off your shoes by the door.
jay follows closely behind, grinning. "well, i drove two hours to surprise you at that concert you were dying to go to, even though i hate crowds."
you stop in the middle of the hallway, turning to face him. âoh, so now itâs a contest of who made the biggest sacrifice?â
jay laughs, leaning against the wall, arms crossed as he watches you. "well, if it is, then iâm winning. i literally skipped out on a game with my friends just to hang out with you at that cafĂŠ. and i never miss game night.â
you shake your head, feeling your heart swell at how much effort he had put in. "okay, fine. but remember the time i took care of you when you got sick? i stayed up all night just to make sure you were okay.â
jay smirks, stepping closer to you. "and who was the one who brought you soup when you had that horrible cold and couldnât get out of bed?"
"you did," you admit with a smile. "but that still doesnât mean you loved me first."
jay takes another step closer, his grin softening into something sweeter, more intimate. "you really want to keep this going, huh?â
you nod, crossing your arms and trying to look defiant, even though your heart is racing.
âfine,â jay says, his voice dropping to a teasing whisper as he stands right in front of you now, eyes locked with yours. âthereâs only one way to settle this.â
before you can respond, he gently cups your face in his hands, his lips meeting yours in a soft, lingering kiss that melts away any lingering debate between you. his kiss is warm and sweet, like a silent reminder of how much he loves you, whether he fell first or not.
when he finally pulls away, youâre both smiling, breathless but content.
"now will you admit that i loved you first?" he asks, his forehead resting gently against yours.
you laugh, shaking your head slightly. "not a chance."
jay chuckles, pulling you into his arms as he hugs you tightly. "fine. as long as you know i love you now."
âthat,â you whisper, snuggling into his chest, "i know for sure."
and with that, the playful argument fades away and whoever fell first be damned.
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7K!!!!!! And a birthday!!!! What a day!!!!!
For the celly can I please request âfrozen peas pressed against a fresh bruiseâ with tasm!peter? Pretty predictable of a pairing but I just love how you write him
What a day indeed!! Thanks for requesting angel
cw: mention of blood, bruises, and general violence (not being inflicted in the scene)
tasm!Peter Parker x fem!reader ⥠685 words
Peter is lucky you donât faint at the sight of blood. You tell him as much, which makes him chuckle, which makes you both wince as the cut on his lip reopens.Â
Heâs blooming with bruises. You can tell theyâre going to be badâthey already are bad, but you know theyâre going to get worse. Youâre doing your best to mitigate the damage with what you have on hand. Thereâs a slice of plastic-wrapped cheese laid across the less severe bruise on his jaw and a bag of frozen peas pressed as delicately as possible to the darker one across his temple. Peter could probably hold either of these himself, but heâs decided to busy his hands with the edges of your pajama shorts and leave the work of nursing to you.Â
âHowâd you get this one?â you ask, stroking your thumb close to the one on his temple.Â
âSame guy.â Peterâs voice is light, though you can tell heâs hurting by the way heâs barely moving his lips. âI think his main plan was to try to knock me out.âÂ
You feel your face scrunch, sympathy for your boyfriend and disgust for his attacker warring in you. He coils the drawstring of your shorts around his finger and smiles at you with the working side of his mouth.Â
âIt didnât work.âÂ
âMaybe you shouldâve stayed down,â you mumble.Â
âThat wouldnât have really been consistent with the whole âneighborhood protectorâ thingâŚâÂ
âWho were you protecting this time, though?â You aim for lightness, but the question falls with unintended weight between you. You rub your lips together, looking at the peas instead of him. âIt was a carjacking. I mean, it still sucks, but nobody was being physically hurt except you.âÂ
âHey.â Peterâs voice is soft, teasing. He strokes a thumb over your thigh. âYou should see the other guy.âÂ
You expel a breath. It aches a little coming out. âI justâŚit feels like you put yourself in danger tonight for nothing.âÂ
Youâre still not quite looking at him, but you see his eyebrows scrunch in your periphery. The levity saps from his expression. âSweetheart, I wasnât in any real danger. I always make it back, donât I?âÂ
âBarely,â you murmur, softer than soft.Â
âIâll be good as new in a couple days,â he assures you. âSuper strength and super healing and all that, remember?âÂ
âI know. Itâs scary when you come back like this, though.âÂ
âHey.â Peter taps your thigh. You look at him, and he rewards you with a little smile. âItâs not like it happens all the time. These guys were waiting for me. They knew I was coming and they got the jump, but thatâs not, like, a regular thing.âÂ
âI know,â you say again. âI just wish youâd pick your battles sometimes. If no oneâs getting hurt, and you are getting hurt, maybe itâs not always worth it. You could at least consider leaving things be some of the time.â You smile back at him, and itâs a bit watery. âThe cars will be okay.âÂ
Peter looks back at you for a minute. You look down, embarrassedâyouâre not even the one getting hurt, what right do you have to get all emotional about it?âbut you can still feel him studying you. After a while, he says, âOkay.âÂ
You blink. âOkay?âÂ
He smiles. Not like heâs consoling you this time, but like he canât help it. âYeah, baby. I donât want to scare you for nothing. So Iâll tryâ âhe sighsâ âto pick my battles a little bit. Sometimes.âÂ
You feel teary again. âThanks,â you say thinly.Â
Peterâs brows hook in the middle, his hand moving up to hold your hip as though to steady you. âSure,â he says softly. âIâm sorry, I didnât know it was freaking you out so much.âÂ
You laugh, shrugging and wiping wetness away from your bottom lashes. He pouts.Â
âKiss?âÂ
Itâs an easy request to oblige. You kiss Peter on his top lip, the good side, but when thatâs not enough for him and his bottom lip splits again anyway, he says he doesnât mind.
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The Perfect Gift
~ Today is my birthday and I immediately thought about Remus being the best boyfriend ever so here's something short and sweet about Remus being amazing for your birthday <3
~ Fluff, Remus being a little insecure, WC: 963
~ Remus gets you the perfect birthday gift
Remus was really nervous. He often is around you but this time it's worse. Today is your birthday and he got you what at the time seemed like a great gift, but now, after seeing the things you got from everything else, he doesn't feel like it's so great anymore.
All day he has seen you get these amazing, slightly expensive gifts, all of which now make his gift pale in comparison. He decided not to buy you anything this year, feeling like nothing was good enough for you, instead he made you something. More like he tries to make something and ending up needing his mum to help him.
He holds the bag tentatively in his hand. A simple black bag with a ribbon of your favorite color keeping it tied. He makes his way to the muggle restaurant you agreed to meet at for dinner. After spending all day at a birthday party with your friends and family, you went shopping with a couple close friends to get new clothes for a fancy dinner.
"Rem!" You light up when you see him. You'd just gotten there moments before and decided to wait outside until he showed up.
"Hi angel." He greets in a gently murmur, pulling you in for a quiet kiss.
"You got me a gift?" You smile and ask. Of course you expected it considering Remus gets you gifts more often than you can count.
"Obviously. I love any day where I can celebrate you." He begins to walk into the restaurant as if he didn't just make you swoon. You move quickly to catch up and grab his hand.
"What is it?" You question inpatiently. You've been waiting all day for this, not just for a gift but getting a gift from him specifically. You know whatever is in that bag will be much more thoughtful and meanful to you than anything else you've gotten today. Everything else were things that people spent a lot of money on to make up for the up they don't really know what you would want. Remus knows.
"You're gonna have to wait till after dinner."
"Awwww why?" You immediately whine.
"Cause I said so."
"Meanie." You whisper, walking up towards the hostess.
Dinner lasts well over an hour. Well dinner lasted about 20 minutes once you got your food, but you and Remus stayed far longer. You spent the time talking and laughing and on Remus's end clearly procrastinating giving you your gift.
You know he's doing this because he's been fiddling with the ribbon and steering the conversation away from it every time.
"So what's making you overthink this time?"
For a moment he gives you a strange look but he quickly smiles and asks what you mean.
"Well you won't give me the gift which wouldn't matter except you've been really excited about it for weeks. Obviously you're thinking about something and I guarantee you have no reason to." You swiftly explain.
"I'm sorry, angel. I didn't get you a gift. I made you one well my mother and I made you one. But I don't know if it'll match up to the other gifts you got today." He shyly says. His face turning a shade of red.
"You made me something?" You grin wildly at him and his overly sweet heart. "Gimme it. Please."
"I don't know maybe I should get you something else."
"Hell no. Hand it over before I come over this table and get it myself." The threat comes out of your mouth before you have the opportunity to stop it. Remus only smiles at you, both because he knows you'll actually do it and it makes him feel slightly better about his strange insecurity.
He finally sighs and hands over the bag. Knowing he really has no choice. He watches anxiously as you carefully pull off the ribbon and remove the tissue paper. Watching as your face drops and eyes slightly tear. For a moment he thinks he was right in being scared but you jump out of your seat and move to his side of the table. Your chair scraps loudly against the tile floor and he winces at the noise.
At his side of the table you hug him enough to push the air out of his lungs. You grab his face and give him many quick kisses, ignoring the strange looks from people at surrounding tables.
"I love it. I love it. I love you!" You exclaim.
"Are you sure?" He asks, confused by your out of ordinary outburst.
"Remus this is the best gift I've ever gotten. I love you so much." You immediately ask him to put it on you. Lighting up even more if possible when you look down at your wrist to see the gorgeous bracelet. The gorgeous bracelet that your amazing boyfriend, and his mum, hand made just for you. The gorgeous bracelet with carved, metal charms dangling from it. The gorgeous bracelet that somehow fits you perfectly.
"I thought that I could make you more charms as time goes on. Things that represent what we are together, y'know." You look at him for a split second, with tears in your eyes, before looking back down to closely admire the charms you already have. As of right now there's a wolf, a star, a flower, and a sun. The sun is special. You flip it over to see a small engraved heart with both your initials in it.
"You are the most perfect man to exist." You turn to him and say. "Seriously this is the best gift ever."
"I love you." He says. Standing from his chair and pulling you in by the waist.
Putting your head against his, you whisper, "I love you more."
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Not Dead Yet | Part 01
-> Pairing: Yoon Jeonghan x Medium-Fem!Reader
-> Sypnosis: After a strange encounter, Jeonghan wakes up outside of his body. The only person who can see him is Y/N, a woman with a gift (or curse as she would call it) who is able to see and communicate with the deceased. But Jeonghan isn't dead... not yet anyway.
-> Warnings: Supernatural au. There is a mention of God's and collapsing. Jeonghan is a bit of a heart breaker/player. Only mentioned once that reader has dark hair. This was going to be just a prologue but it ended up a chapter.
-> Word Count: 1,605
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As Jeonghan walks with Ji-Ah, the woman heâs been seeing for the last three weeks, alongside the Han River, he takes this moment to do what heâs been trying to do all night. He drops her hand as he stops walking and turns to face the river, his arms resting on the railing. Ji-Ah notices the shift in the atmosphere as soon as Jeonghan lets go of her hand. The warmth of his touch is replaced by a sudden chill in the air. With concern, she turns to face him but before she could say anything, he starts to speak. Â
âJi-Ah,â he begins, his voice feigning regret. âIâm sorry, this just isn't working for me.â Â
âWhat do you mean?â she asks, her voice barely above a whisper. âWeâve only just started getting to know each other.â Â
He can hear the hurt in her voice but he feels no sympathy. âListen, Ji-Ah,â he continues, starting his well-rehearsed go-to break up speech, âYouâre an incredible woman. Itâs just that I donât think weâre a good match. Iâm sure thereâs someone wonderful out there for you. I just donât think Iâm that person.âÂ
âBut itâs my birthday,â she whispers, her voice trembling as she fights back tears.Â
"Aish," he mutters under his breath, recalling the reason they had gone out for dinner in the first place. For a fleeting moment, he feels a pang of guilt but quickly suppresses it.Â
âI thought we had something special,â she sobs, unable to contain her tears any longer. Â
"It's only been three weeks," he blurts out, not realizing the words had escaped him until he sees her expression, a mix of hurt and disbelief with tears streaming down her cheeks.Â
âDo you even care?â Ji-Ahâs voice is barely above a whisper as it cuts through her cries. Â
âOf course I care,â he says looking at her with faux sympathy and feeling slightly awkward that this wasnât ending as quickly as he hoped. After all, theyâd only been on four dates in the span of three weeks. According to him, that wasnât a long enough time to get attached to someone. âIâm doing this because I care about you. I donât want to waste your time on something thatâs never going to work out. This way, you can find someone who truly deserves you and is worth your time.âÂ
âSo, this is it?â she asks wiping her tears away.Â
âIâm afraid so,â he nods. Â
âOkay,â she says trying to put on a brave face and forget the embarrassment and hurt thatâs coursing through her. âThank you for making my birthday awful. I hope I never see you again.âÂ
âI hope so too,â he says, his words once again slipping out before he could stop them. Â
âMaybe youâre right,â she concedes, her expression taking on one of offence. âThis wouldnât have worked out because youâre an asshole. I feel sorry for your next girlfriend.â With that she walks away deliberately bumping her shoulder against him as she passes.Â
He grumbles to himself about how that could have gone a lot quicker and pulls out his phone, finding the number of the woman he met the day before and quickly sends her a text 'plans fell through. Do you want to meet up in 30 minutes?'. Â
With a smile on his face, he makes his way back towards where his car is parked occasionally checking his phone for a reply. As he reaches his car, he finds a strange man wearing a black top hat, a bright orange suede jacket and horrendous green pants leaning against the tailgate. His expression is blank, not giving Jeonghan any indication of what his motives could be, but his deep brown eyes are fixed intently on him making Jeonghan feel like he was looking right into his soul.Â
"Can I help you?" he asks the man with a hint of annoyance. Â
"When are you going to stop breaking these lovely ladies' hearts?" the man replies, his voice calm and steady. "Yoon Jeonghan.âÂ
"Do I know you?" He asks, his eyes widening slightly. Heâs 99% sure heâs never seen this man before this moment.Â
âYou donât, but Iâve been watching you,â he replies, moving away from the car and steps closer to him. The manâs gaze remains steady, and Jeonghan feels a shiver run down his spine. Thereâs something unsettling about the way this stranger seems to know him. Itâs as if heâs been examined under a microscope. Â
Jeonghan shifts his weight, attempting to shake off the sudden wave of vulnerability that washes over him. "Look, I donât know who you are or how you think you know me, but Iâm not interested in whatever you have to say."Â
The stranger chuckles softly, a sound that feels oddly out of place given the tension in the air. "Oh, but you should be, Yoon Jeonghan. Iâm not here to lecture you on your romantic escapades. In fact, Iâm here to give you a warning."Â
âA warning?â Jeonghan furrows his brow, trying to make sense of the cryptic words. The manâs presence is unsettling, and the way he speaks feels almost as if heâs reciting lines from a play or a movie. âWhat warning? And how can I trust you? I donât even know your name.â Â
âYou donât need to know my name right now,â the man tells him. âThe only person who will be able to see you will know my name and thatâs when youâll learn it.âÂ
"I really donât have time for this," Jeonghan sighs, shaking his head as he goes to take a step past him to get into his car. "I have plans that I need to get to.âÂ
"Plans, you say?â The man says, tilting his head slightly, as if considering Jeonghanâs words. âIâm afraid the only plans you have are with the Gods.âÂ
Caught by surprise, Jeonghan turns back to the man, confusion written on his face. âThe Gods? I don-âÂ
âOops,â the man winces as he clicks his fingers and Jeonghan collapses to the ground unconscious. âProbably should have given him a heads-up first,â he says and then shrugs before walking away. âI did try to warn him.âÂ
When jeonghan finally regains awareness, he sits up and finds himself in a hospital room. The faint beeping of machines that monitor his vitals, rings loudly in his ears, the smell of antiseptic fills his nostrils and the fluorescent lights are harsh against his eyes. Before he could panic about how he ended up in hospital, the man from earlier enters his mind. The strangerâs words echo inside his head, a haunting reminder of the bizarre encounter they had and the warning he tried to give him.Â
Wanting to find a nurse or doctor so he could get discharged knowing there can't be anything wrong with him, he gets out of bed and makes his way to the door. Â
As he exits the room, a nurse walks by. He tries to get her attention by calling to her but she continues as if she doesn't hear him. Thinking she was being rude. He tries again as another nurse walks past him but she too ignores him.Â
"Excuse me!" Jeonghan raises his voice, desperation slowly sinking into his tone. "Can someone please help me? I want to go home." Â
But the nurses and other hospital staff continue past him, their expressions blank. It's as if heâs nothing more than a ghost haunting the halls of the hospital. Â
Frustration bubbles within him, and he takes a step forward, determined to find someone who will acknowledge his presence. The fluorescent lights hum overhead and his heart races as he wanders down the corridor. He glances into the rooms he passes, catching glimpses of patients lying in beds, some asleep, some having visits with family members and others staring blankly at the ceiling with nothing else to do.Â
Finally, he spots a doctor in a white coat, clipboard in hand, walking briskly toward him. Jeonghan rushes to intercept him. "Excuse me! Can you help me? I need to know what happened to me," he pleads, his voice tinged with urgency. But just like the nurses, the doctor brushes past him as if he were invisible. Â
Feeling confused and overwhelmed, Jeonghan sinks into a chair meant for waiting families. He rests his elbows on his knees and buries his head in his hands, mumbling to himself. Â
Eventually he lifts his head, glancing around the waiting area. The chairs are filled with families, most of their faces etched with worry or relief, some with boredom, but none of them seem to notice him. The weight of everything thatâs happening starts to get to him, and he fights back the urge to scream and demand for someone to see him.Â
Taking a deep breath, he stands up, a spark of determination igniting within him. Just as he prepares to approach the doctor at the nurse's station, the elevator doors across from him slide open. His heart races as he sees a figure step out, exuding a warmth and confidence that draws him in. Her dark hair is slightly tousled, as if she just rolled out of bed, and her outfitâa black faux leather jacket, a white shirt, ripped jeans, and white sneakersâmakes him think sheâs not part of the hospital staff.Â
Before he can make another move, she looks up, their eyes connecting, and for the first time since waking up, he feels truly seen and is reminded of what the odd man from earlier said.Â
âThe only person who will be able to see you will know my name.âÂ
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dating girl (jjk)
pairing: jungkook x reader
summary: you try to convince yourself that you're really okay with 'casually dating' your crush.
genre: college au, fwb kinda thing but more than friends ygm? angst!
"Are they allowed to cancel an entire day at college? That can't be good for anyone..." Your mother ponders out loud as you walk around the city hand-in-hand.
"There's not much you can do if someone decides to paint over every projector lens on campus." You nod.
"Lucky for me, I get to spend time with my little baby," she nuzzles her nose into your hair, squeezing you in a side-hug, "Still can't believe we have to schedule our hangouts now."
"Yeah, there's that..." You smile half-heartedly.
You stop near a flower stall, taking in the hustle and bustle of the city. It's especially crowded because of your university abruptly cancelling a bunch of classes.
After your day had freed up unexpectedly, you had invited your sorta but not really boyfriend, Jungkook, to go cafe hopping to find where all the good teas are because you knew he'd bee available. But he never responded.
So your mood has been a bit damp all day.
You had just stepped out of this store that sold handmade sweaters and yarn balls. Not even a good shopping spree could lift your spirits.
They're dining together al fresco, at one of the cafes you had literally listed in your text to Jungkook.
What definately doesn't help is randomly seeing said sorta but not really boyfriend who didn't respond to your texts out and about with some leggy blonde girl.
You've never seen her around.
Not that you know every single person on campus, but if they've crossed Jungkook's path, you know them.
Talk about a slap in your face.
For a second, you think she might just be his sister or something.
That thought bubble is quickly shot at with a razor sharp arrow when you see him kiss her knuckles.
Your eyes involuntary darken, and your mouth forms a pout. The kind one has when they're trying to hold back a cry or a sob.
All the while, your mother had talked about your grandparents' separation, the local diner having caught fire, and matching mother and daughter shoes she had bought for your birthday.
You were listening passively so you didn't quite catch everything.
When your mother notices the look on your face, she
"You're still seeing him, aren't you?" She tilted her head in confusion.
"Yes." You nod.
"But then he's there," she points at the pair with her chin, "seeing her. How's that okay?"
"It just is, mom! Really," you attempt to convince your mother (and yourself) that you were 100% fine with witnessing Jungkook out with other women. "We're keeping things casual. Very... casual."
"And that's a mutual decision?" She confirms.
"We both agreed." You concur.
Your mother's still unsure about your choices. "Well. Okay then."
You glance at Jungkook and mystery girl one last time.
The picture isn't pretty. He's leaning into her ear and has his large hand placed over her bare thigh as she caressed his arm with her much smaller hand, thoroughly enjoying his attention.
Your mother watches your expression go stiff, "So, how does this work?"
Snapping you out of your daze, she pushes a few strands of hair away from your eyes.
"Well, we see each other and we see other people, and that's that. We're cas-" - "Yeah, casual, I heard." Your mother interrupts your blabber.
When you frown at her she sighs, "Sorry..."
"It's ok." You look down at your feet, kicking a few stray pebbles out of the way.
"I just--- I thought you guys were sleeping together." She blurts.
"Mom!" You exclaim, looking around to see if anyone had heard her, "It's not that big of a deal. I want this. I need to learn to date too."
Again, you try to ease your mind about your decision.
"So who else are you dating?" She asks pointedly.
You lightly cringe and look around, "Uh... Nobody yet. But this guy from one of my extras--- his name's Hoseok but we call him Hobi, or Hoba, depending on how close you are to him--- anyway, he asked me out to a halloween theme party next week."
Your mother gives you a knowing look, deciding to play along anyway, "Oh! You've never mentioned him before."
"Mhm. Because it's new." You hunch your shoulders nervously.
The party was hosted by the student body to raise funds for, you don't know, collegiate stuff.
You had imagined going with Jungkook, with matching Dentist and Tooth Fairy couple costumes. But he hadn't asked you yet and you definitely weren't going to bring it up first.
It's less than a week away, so you're not expecting anything from him either.
Maybe you can do it with Hoseok instead.
"So, are you gonna do it?"
"Do what?" Was she in your head?
"Go with Hobi or Hoba." She makes air quotations for 'Hobi or Hoba.'
"Oh, yeah. Definitely. Can you make me my costume? I want to be the Tooth Fairy?" You softly ask her, knowing it's a little last minute, but also knowing she wouldn't deny you.
"Why of course! Does... Hobi need a costume too?" She asks carefully.
"Oh, no. Probably not." Well, you don't know. You don't know if his offer even stands now and you might end up not going at all.
Your mother rubs your shoulder, "Ask him and let me know, 'kay?"
You force out an uncomfortable smile and nod, "Thanks."
Although your mother's not convinced, she decides to drop the topic all together.
"Well, that's good," she smiles down at you warmly, "Do you want to get that sweater exchanged?"
It was vague, but you appreciated her attempt either way.
"Mhm. Back to the store we go." You narrate with an airy laugh.
Your mother was in the lead, already making her way to the store you had just walked out of.
Once again, your gaze falls on Jungkook and his date, and to your surprise he was staring right back at you.
You want to give him a little smile. To show him you're unbothered. But you couldn't seem to force one out this time.
So you settle with giving him a small wave, which he returns, mirroring your expression.
His date follows his line of sight and spots you too, giving you a tight smile. It's not passive aggressive, just... decent. Not polite either. But why should she be?
Jungkook blinks at you as you hurriedly leave trying to keep up with your mother.
note: nobody asked for this but i was feeling a little silly :p needed some angsty ouchie with the possibility of a favourable conclusion so i indulged!
hey bonus points if you can tell what inspired this! and if you read all this lmk what you think regardless :D
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BiAsBuckâs ficrec Fridays
Less that a week to go!! Happy fraturday, and a very happy birthday to Mr Guzman. Here's another round of the fic I've been reading this week, you can find previous rec lists here.
21 September 2024
ice cream before dinner by cloudydaisies is a pitch perfect Eddie POV fic as he babysits Mara and Jee-Yun following 7x10, winning them over with icecream tuesdays, love and support. I saw so many people loving on this and then caught my eye even more with some gorgeous cover art by @walkingonawire and yes, everyone was right, it absolutely melted my heart. Just a beat for beat joy of a fic, Eddie's internal journey and the sweet bond of trust and love built between the trio, as he awaits Chris' return, and allows himself to open his heart up to Buck along the way. Beautifully written and delightful!
all you're giving me is friction by @henswilsons ahhhh such a wonderful 5+1 buddie fic in which Eddie joins the 118 and Hen is a little worried that Buck's flirting with him will cross a line...seeing as he's wearing a wedding ring. This is such a fun fic with the elephant in the room...because you know what she doesn't know you know, right? And waiting for the reveal and watching it dawn on them is so brilliantly funny in execution.
wherever you roam (you'll always want me) by @buddieism canon divergent following 7x05 in which Eddie would rather 'go to his grave repressed and miserable than ever take away from Buckâs happiness.' But in unpacking what would make Eddie himself happy, he comes to realise with some help and a look at what brought him to this point in his life that that might not be up to him. Aching and painfully cathartic and ultimately full of hope.
the cat's meow by @exhuastedpigeon GIVE. EDDIE. A CAT. (Do it for me!) When Eddie finds a box of abandoned kittens at the side of the road, he takes them to the shelter...but falls ass over teakettle for little calico Pinto (like the beans). Reluctant to let on to the existence of his new furry little friend, he keeps her close to his chest. When Buck finds out, he's unable to resist falling under the spell of her charms...or her owners. Sweet, romantic fluff...with such great character voice....and whiskers!! So freakin' cute.
glass on the pavement under my shoe by @doitbuckley a Buck POV fic under Gerrards command, taking a risk that puts his life on the line to save Eddie. But all these years later, he's not sure he's so readily okay with having to say goodbye for real, even in the line of duty. Some lyrically written introspection and growth from Buck here in the way he understands and embraces life vs death situations.
Hot Ghost Problems by @ebjameston in which Eddie is a natural born witch in a world where magic isn't a secret though he keeps it close to his chest. But on joining the 118 he meets Buck...only Evan Buckley is the firefighter who died that Eddie was here to replace. Tethered together by magic, Buck refuses to move on, and in staying around he saves Eddie along the way. With some excellent Diaz sister cameos, a brilliantly intriguing mystery, and a whole heap of magic, they race against time to save the day and might just get to keep their happily ever after. I had such a great time reading this one from 2023!
the tortured poets department by @colonoscopys more magic! 'The first time Buck touched him, Eddie blew an ambulance up.' Magic sparks under his skin, and falling in love with Buck feels a lot like when it overwhelms him with feeling. Eddie thinks he's doing a good job keeping it secret, but somethings are obvious to those who know what signs to look out for. This one felt like a little bit of magic shared, sweet, sexy and full of all sorts of sparks!
Okay let's leave it there for this week. Next week we'll have a new episode to play with! Can you believe it? I'll be on a little work trip and then a vacation so looking forward to joining you all in the sandbox soon. So excited to be back with the firefam again.
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Penance [7]
Pairing:Â Jason Todd x Fem!Powered!Reader
Words:Â 8,230
Chapter Warnings:Â Swearing, fluff, mentions of death, hurt/comfort, mentions of scars, small description of jason's autopsy scar, smut, 18+ mdni
Summary:Â âThesus: Stop. Give me your hand. I am your friend.
Herakles: I fear to stain your clothes with blood.
Thesus: Stain them. I donât care.â
Itâs been a month and a half since Craneâs reign of terror was stopped, leaving Gotham to finally return to normal. But, what is normal? After everything Jason and you have been through, it seems normal might be some unobtainable dream state. But thatâs not going to stop either of you from trying and maybe, youâll get lucky in the end. At the end of it, the two of you have suffered enough, right?
Right?
A/N: It was my birthday a few weeks ago and 2 days later I was in the ER with a bad kidney infection so that's why this is late lol I'm sorry!! lol You can add yourself to the tag list below, ask me to be tagged, or you can follow my library blog @jasntoddslibrary  and turn on notifications if you prefer that!! I love feedback, I swear it keeps me posting on a weekly basis đ
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Jason and you patrol together and it feels like old times. You work well together just as you always have and itâs something the both of you really needed. Patrolling with Tim was different because you had to and you couldnât really do it how you were used to because it was about training Tim and showing him the ropes. But this? This is like it always was, fighting side by side, teaming up and taking turns interrogating people. You stop at Excellent Gotham halfway through and park yourselves by Jasonâs favorite gargoyle to eat.
You think tonight is healing parts of you. You felt hopeless before and now you're sitting here with your favorite person as if nothing has really changed. Maybe you donât need to punish yourself all of the time and maybe this can be good. Maybe you can let yourself heal from everything. If Jason can, donât you deserve to try?
âWasnât too boring tonight, was it?â Jason quips, the both of you back in your street clothes as you stand outside of your apartment building, Jason having rode home with you to make sure you got home safe.
âEh.â You shrug. âIt was alright I guess.â You scrunch your nose at him.
âAlright?!â Jason scoffs. âBullshit. Iâm a fucking trip.â
âYouâre something.â You let out a cackle and Jason is relieved to see you look so happy. You looked lost earlier. âCan I ask you something?â You ask.
âWhatâs up?â Jason shifts his weight to his left leg, resting the helmet on his hip.
âWhen do you go see Leslie again?â You look down, tugging your sleeves over your hands before your eyes come up to Jason's.
Jason's brows raise slightly before he shrugs. âUhâŚfew days, why?â
âCan you, uh, a-ask her if sheâŚya knowâŚmaybe I needâŚto go.â
Jason nods his head with a warm smile. âYeah, Iâll ask her and give her your number.â
âThanks, Jay.â You give him a small and shy smile.
âOf course.â Jason smiles softly. âHate fucking admitting it, but itâs been helping a bit again.â
âGood. I, uh, thatâs why I wanna go. Might be for the best.â
âGood. Canât hurt.â Jason nods his head.
âYeah.â You smile softly. âWell, Iâm gonna head in but thanks for tonight.â
âDo it again?â The corner of Jason's tugs into a hopeful smirk.
âHell yeah.â You laugh softly. âIâll see you tomorrow.â You beam before spinning on your heels and entering the apartment building.
A smile is stretched across your face as you make your way up the three flights of stairs to your apartment. No part of you believes going to see Leslie is going to be easy but if sheâs helping Jason who literally died, surely she can help you. And it feels really good to finally feel like you and Jason might be falling back into some sort of normal after everything.
You enter your apartment, pressing your back against the door as it shuts behind you. The TV is playing quietly from the living room, the rest of the apartment is dark. You're so stuck on how well the night went, you almost miss the sound of Mollyâs voice coming from your living room.
âMolly?â You question, pushing off the door and walking the few feet into the kitchen, looking into the living room thanks to the open concept layout.
Molly is leaning against the arm of the couch holding her phone against her thighs. A wide smile splits her face as Jurassic Park is playing on the TV. Molly is still rambling on about the first time she saw the movie, completely ignoring your presence. You roll your eyes and walk over to the back of the couch, looking at her phone screen.
âHey.â Gar chimes.
Molly jumps. âWhen did you get back?â Molly ask.
âJust now?â You question. âHey, Gar?â Your brows furrow, looking between the two of them.
Nothing going on, sure.
Molly looks at the time on her phone. âDid it go okay? Youâre not mad are you?â Molly questions.
âWhat happened?â Gar asks.
You look between the two of them and maybe nothing is going on but from where you're standing, it definitely looks like it. You aren't even upset about it, but if something is going on, you think it's weird and confusing neither one of them would just say something but you aren't going to push. It's not really your business or your place. So, you decide, you're not even gonna say anything. You'll sit back and see what happens with them.
âNothing?â You shake your head. âWe patrolled together, grabbed some food, and came back.â You shrug your shoulders. âSo, Iâm gonna shower and head to bed.â You reach over the couch and steal a handful of popcorn from Mollyâs bowl. You glance to the TV, watching the water in the cup on the dash of the Jeep start to vibrate. âYou guys are missing the best part.â You state as you start walking away. âGet it together, guys.â You make your voice cheery, making sure they know you're joking and you can hear Molly laugh quietly as you enter your room.
You grab your change of clothes before heading to the bathroom and hopping in the shower. Music plays through the bathroom until it's interrupted by a ding from a text. You peek out of the shower just in time to see your phone screen still on with Jasonâs contact on your screen. Heâs texted you a quick âmade it homeâ. You smile to yourself and continue washing your hair while your phone chimes again. This time when you look over, itâs a second text from Jason telling you you should just meet him at his place around noon and you can go to Home Depot together. You roll your eyes but your smile is glued to your lips while you finish your shower.
You take a seat on the toilet seat with a towel draped around your body. You pick up your phone while your stomach bubbles and twists.
You:
What? Donât trust my driving?
Jaybird:
No â ď¸
You:
Fuck you đŞ
Jaybird:
Iâm really shaking in my boots babe
You:
You suck
Jaybird:
đ¤¤
You:
đ¤Ž
Jaybird:
đ
You:
Ill see you tomorrow
I do like to be chauffeured around
Jaybird:
How many times did it take autocorrect to get that word right?
Your jaw drops before you burst out laughing. Heâs such an asshole but it did take more than a few tries to get that damn word right and he would know.
You:
I will walk over to your apartment and fucking stab you so fucking help me jason todd
Jaybird:
Youâd have to catch me first babe
You:
That a dare?
Jaybird:
I dare you
You:
Okay
You toss your phone and immediately start getting dressed in sweats. You donât bother with makeup or anything else. You get the bathroom tidied up before you exit the bathroom, phone in hand before you go for your backpack. Molly is still peaking over the couch on her Facetime call with Gar.
âWhatâre you doing?â Molly asks.
âGoing to stab Jason.â You answer casually while Molly looks to her phone at Gar.
âSheâs doing what?â
âHe dared me, Gar!â You yell but Molly and Gar can tell by the airiness in your voice it's really not that serious.
âHe dared you to stab him?â Molly asks, unsure if she really heard you correctly or if she really wants to any sort of context.
You widen your eyes at her, nodding your head quickly. âYeah! And Iâm not gonna back down. Itâs a dare.â You scoff with the furrow of your brows.
âWere they always this weird?â Molly asks Gar.
âHey!â You yell.
âYes.â Gar answers with a nod.
âOkay, Iâll be back!â You call with a smile as you kick your shoes on and head out, locking the three locks on your way out.
Jason prepares for you to get there, knowing you take dares seriously. He unlocks the door and shuts every light off in the place. If you want to come for him, heâs not going to make it easy. That ruins the game. Itâs silly and he knows but at this point, he doesnât want to miss even a single opportunity with you. Yes, he shouldn't have wasted a month and a half and neither should you but heâs thinking maybe that was for the best. It did give you both space to start to healing. It gave you both space to start setting up your own lives and finding out who you are today. It seems to have helped and thereâs nothing saying you canât continue while trying to get back what you once had. Optimism is not something that ever came easy to Jason Todd but heâs letting himself feel optimistic about you for just a second.
You pull up to Jason's place, seeing itâs completely dark. At first, it almost scares you, thinking maybe something happened and this is a trap. That would be something that could happen. But, that thought fades quickly because you donât have that pit in your stomach and Jason would never have played along with anything to endanger you. This is Jason being a shit.
You dig in your bag and pull out your phone, using the flashlight as you enter the building, keeping light on your toes.
âFinally.â Jason's voice rings through the speaker system. âUsual rules?â
This was something you did at the Manor when Bruce was out. You blacked out the entire house, the only light would come from the moon outside. Other than that, it was just you two and a black house trying to locate each other. The only rules were not to permanently injure the other one -- donât shove each other down the stairs and no lethal weapons. First person to disarm the other wins.
âYouâre on, Jay.â You call as you shut your flashlight off, pocketing your phone.
You have your hands at your sides as they start to warm and glow a vibrant shade of green. Your steps are careful, using the glow to guide your feet. Back at the manor, you didnât even need the light from your hands at one point. You had the whole place memorized from doing this with Jason which did kind of defeat some of the purpose of the blacking out the building but it served enough purpose. Plus, there are more stakes. It has the same premise as Dickâs whole thing with the blindfolds but this is more fun.
Jason is positioned at the end of the hall, carefully listening. He can see the glow of your hands which he said was cheating at first, until he realized he can also find you. He doesnât need the glowing but itâs definitely not a bad thing to have on his end. So, he stands against the wall, watching and listening to you walk closer. His eyes track you, knowing youâll search the full hallway before attempting the stairs. A part of him wants to dodge around you and essentially play a weird game of hide and seek but instead, he keeps his feet planted. The idea is to disarm, not to find.
Your hands stop glowing the further down the hallway you get. Jason's brows furrow, still listening to your footsteps. They echo softly no matter how light on your feet you try to be. If you know anything, itâs that Jason likes to play games. Heâs going to make finding him easy the first time because thatâs the point. And then youâll have to spar it out until one of you backs off and runs off. Heâs done this before so you keep walking with soft feet until you reach the end of the hallway. Jason is like a radiator. He could heat up an entire room if left there long enough so as you stand right in front of him, you can feel the space between you growing warmer.
You strike first, just missing his head as Jason grabs your arm. He spins you around as you kick your leg around his, sending you both to the ground. Jason falls on top of you, barely catching his weight on his hands to not crush you and you donât miss a beat, crawling from under him only for Jason to grab your ankle and yank you back. Jason hears your laugh through a squeal.
âThatâs a fucking ego boost.â Jason laughs with you.
âYouâre not scary, sorry, Jay.â You tease, yanking your ankle free.
âLotta people'd beg to differ." Jason defends as he hears you run off down the hallway.
âNot to me!â You sing-song, your voice echoing off the walls and staircase.
A smile stretches across Jasonâs face as he shakes his head. He starts walking after you, not hearing your footsteps anymore and he knows you've hidden yourself behind some sort of corner so heâs careful with his steps.
A large part of him thought the good parts of him died and the pit kept them. It kept them in exchange for his life, maybe thatâs just the price he was to pay in order to live. Someone canât come back to life without sacrificing something. Look at Raâs. But, over the last few days, heâs learning that may not have been in the case.
His bones still ache and something still feels hauntingly different but the good parts of him are still there. Tim didnât even blink when Jason showed up in the alley, he was so unbothered by all of Jasonâs training methods that even got you to pitch a fit every once in a while. Jason had a good time training Tim and him and you are back to doing this stupid game in the middle of the night with laughter bouncing off of the walls. Heâs smiled more the last few days than he has in two months. Maybe the good parts of him arenât entirely gone. They were just covered in guilt and remorse.
You're tucked away in a corner and you always wonder how Jason manages to be so silent as he walks. You can be quiet but you canât even tell when heâs moving until itâs almost too late. Itâs for his own protection, heâs been doing this longer, but itâs always fascinating to you and it'd be a little scary if you didn't know him. One second heâs down the hall and the next, heâs standing in front of you without ever making a sound. Itâs his most intimidating quality.
But you're careful anyway, listening, focusing on your surroundings and then the hairs stand up on the back of your neck with a subtle throb starting to your right. You dodge just as Jason's fist flies through the air and you grab his arm, elbowing the inside of his arm. Jason lets out a groan and you twist it around before Jason laughs.
âItâs cute you think you still stand a chance.â
âIâve taken you before.â You quip, holding his arm behind his back.
âYouâre out of practice.â Jason chuckles, pulling his arm away before he spins back around, going to grab you but you jump back.
âSo are you.â You quip.
âYou sure?â Jason asks making you nearly scream. Heâs right in front of you now and you didnât feel him that time. His breath is fanning over your face and without needing to see him, you can tell heâs smirking, cheeks probably that pretty shade of pink.
âUh-huh.â Your voice catches in your throat.
âRight.â Jason gives you this chuckle that makes you want to kiss the smirk off of his face but you know you canât very well do that now so instead, you make your move.
You quickly slide to the right before kicking his feet from under him. Jason lands on a knee and he swipes his leg across the floor, knocking you down just as you try to run off. Itâs Jasonâs turn to get to his feet and find a new spot.
The two of you go back and forth like this and itâs different this time. Usually, you spar hard and you both make solid efforts to disarm the other but this time, youâre spending a lot of time hiding and running. It wasnât so much intentional at first from either of you but the more you do it, the more you realize this is just more time to spend together. Tomorrow comes eventually and tomorrow always has some sort of surprise in it. Tonight, you donât wanna worry about that. You spend your time in the dark, finding each other and going back forth with fists and quips.
Two hours in, Jason is hiding out on the landing of the first staircase, tucked away in the corner. The window is two feet away from him, the city lights cascading through the pains and onto the wood flooring. His eyes stay trained in front of him, hearing you from downstairs walking around. You've been looking for a few minutes and Jason is wondering if youâll give up. And then he hears a smack and a groan from down the stairs. Jason has to stifle his own laugh, far nicer than you who burst out laughing when Jason hit the doorframe. You seem to recover okay, your steps picking up a few seconds later and he can hear you ascending the staircase.
Your steps stop right at the top.
You roll your eyes and you know damn well Jason is right behind the light of the window. Heâll be able to see you before you can see him. And if you know anything about him, you know heâs standing right in the corner, right foot lifted and pressed against the wall with his arms crossed and that stupid smirk on his lips. This game was never very fair from your perspective. You've never won. Jasonâs senses have always been better, Bruce trained him well. As much as you hate the thought. You let out a sigh, take two steps forward and stand directly in the light, a taunt telling Jason to get it over with.
Jason pushes off the wall with his right foot and makes his move but heâs cautious. You do not give up, especially to him when thereâs a game like this in play. He strikes first, you block him in an instant, using the light to drag him from the shadows and you get him with your knee right in his side. Jason doesnât even flinch, throwing another hit, this time hitting you on your side. The two go back and forth, breathing turning heavy as you use the city lights to your advantage. But, itâs Jason who gets the upper hand as he almost always does, grabbing both of your wrists as you use one to try to punch him and the other to block his hands. His grip is tight and unwavering.
Jasonâs chest is nearly touching yours as you look up at him. Thereâs a devious gleam you can make out even in the low light, the corners of his mouth perked into a subtle smirk. Your heart jumps into your throat.
âGiving up so quick?â Jason questions.
âNo.â You let out a soft pout but you arenât fighting him.
Jason can feel his heartbeat on his tongue. His grip loosens on your wrists but he doesnât let go. Instead, his thumb rubs your skin softly, not even realizing heâs doing it. Itâs been hours and heâs been having a blast and he knows she is, too. For the life of him, he canât figure out why you both let time go by. He does know why, because it all hurt but maybe it was just getting over the hump of it all. He thinks it must be just as hard for you to overcome as it is for him. But, you both always seemed to be able to cope better around each other. Itâs the understanding of every action and word that leaves your lips. The feeling that youâll both never be alone.
Jason nods once. âNot trying very hard.â Jason whispers softly.
Last night felt so good and cathartic. Maybe you just want to live in another one of those moments for a few minutes.
âYouâll just tighten your grip.â You whisper back, watching a cheeky smirk grow on his lips.
âDoesnât seem to bother you much.â Jason quips and his eyes glance to your lips.
What if he kisses you anyway? Just one more time. Then you can do this friend thing with the game and the banter. What if he kisses you anyway?
âNo.â You answer back, glancing to his lips.
What if you kiss him? Just one more time and then you can do the whole friend like you did before. What if you kiss him?
âHowâre you gonna get out of this then?â Jason quips.
Fuck it.
You lunge forward, your lips connecting with Jasonâs. He groans and immediately drops your wrists as his hands come to your cheeks, pulling you closer to him. Jason melts right into you, nearly exploding at the seams with the very thought you were thinking the same thing he was.
His mouth moves with yours and you push forward until Jasonâs back hits the wall. Jason grabs your hips, turning you both around so your back is pinned against the wall. He kisses down your neck, nipping and biting at the flesh. Your heartbeat skyrockets as your hand tangles into his messy hair. Your eyes are closed as a soft moan escapes your lips. Jason bites down, sucking a mark into your skin.
You pull his head back to your lips, the kiss turning sloppy and wet. Jason slides his hands under your thighs, picking you up to pin you against the wall as his knee slots into between your legs. His thigh hits just the right spot making you let out a moan into his mouth immediately followed by a groan.
You pull his hair back, getting a pretty groan from Jason before you go to his neck, leaving your own purple mark. Jason holds your hips helping you grind down against his thigh. The sound of your desperate gasps makes him want to lose his mind. He wants to surrender all control he has ever had and forget anything bad ever happened. His head is lust drunk and all he wants is you. His bulge is growing and throbbing through his sweatpants, desperately wanting free.
You feel yourself growing closer and wetter but more desperate. Thereâs not quite enough friction and he knows it. He knows this only ever gets you teetering on the edge but itâs never quite enough. He knows exactly what heâs doing and you want to bite him. Your pussy throbs and aches for something to fill you up.
âJay.â You pant desperately into his mouth.
He fucking snickers.
And stills your hips.
âJay.â Your brows pinch together as if you're in pain.
âWhatâs that?âJason teases.
âFuck. You.â You nod your head, trying to move your hips but his grip keeps you steady.
Jason leans forward, nipping up your neck making you whine. He can feel your pulse against his lips as he kisses his way up to your cheek. You feel him grin against your skin and you think your skin might set the both of you on fire.
âSay please.â Jason mocks you, whispering in your ear, his voice deep and graveled.
You think you've melted into the palms of his hands.
Jason loosens his grip slightly, allowing you to get some friction for just a few seconds before stilling your hips.
âDidn't hear ya, babe?â Jasonâs eyes lock on yours with the quick raise of his brows, using all of his self-control not to cave himself.
There's a sliver of you that wants to push him, see who can actually outlast the other because you know it'll be him begging for you in about ten minutes. But, your head is swimming and your body is erupting in goosebumps. The desperation of wanting him all over you makes you lose every other thought that was once there.
You kiss him, keeping your lips close to his, pulling away just enough to speak. âPlease.â
Jason doesnât waste a single second to dropping his knee as his lips connect back with yours.
Jason pulls you with him, his back towards the second set of stairs as you both walk up them, unsteadily with your lips connected. Once youâre up the stairs, Jason is grabbing the hem of your hoodie, tugging it over you and tossing it on the floor. Jasonâs hoodie is next, tossed somewhere in the dark hallway. By the time you reach Jasonâs room, heâs tugging your top off and tossing it to the floor.
Itâs all hasty and hot, desperate and needy as Jason pulls you to his bed. He lands on top of you, catching you to mind your fall and your hands are under his shirt. Theyâre warm and soft. They make him feel whole again.
The words âi need youâ circle his brain but never quite make it out. He needs you like he needs air. You're the breath of fresh air on the first day of spring. Itâs the first day the air doesnât hurt his lungs. You taste how the word cathartic sounds. He needs you like he needs the oxygen in his lungs.
You scratch up his back and Jason arches his back right into you. His head spins. His lips trail down to your cheek and then your neck. He leaves a second mark in his wake and your head falls fuzzy. You arenât even entirely sure you're even here anymore. All you know is that you want him and your skin is on fire. You canât form a single coherent thought as Jason makes his way down to your collarbone, leaving yet another mark. All you can think about his him. His mouth and his the way his teeth graze over your skin, how warm his hand is as it trails up to your breast. All you can think about is the pretty moans and groans that leave his lips as you claw his back again. You've turned to mush all over again.
He presses some kisses around where your braw cuts off, just enough to tease you before he comes back up, kissing your lips. And all you know for certain is how badly you need him. You need him today and tomorrow and every day after. Every moment with him is worth every bit of pain and agony. Every moment without him is boring and lackluster. Jason walks into a room and itâs like a color bomb explodes through the room. His laugh could light up the darkest of hallways and his eyes are the prettiest shade of green, they could convert anyway to love the color. Breathing is easier whenever he's around.
Your hands go to the hem of his shirt and try to tug it off of his head but Jason stops you, shooting up immediately. Your high immediately vanishes seeing the look of panic spread over his feature. Jasonâs head comes back, still spinning but down in panic and his chest heaves. Whatâs he supposed to do?
âI-Iâm sorry.â You shake your head, leaning up on your elbows. âI-, uh, I thoughtâŚwellâŚIâŚI should have asked--â
âNo.â Jason shakes his head, looking down then back to you. âItâs notâŚthat.â Jason nearly chokes on his own words.
âWhatâs wrong, Jay?â Your brows tug together and even though you're the one half-naked, heâs the one feeling exposed.
Jasonâs teeth grind together and he didnât really think this far ahead. His mind was clouded with the thought of you and the desire to just have one more fucking night. His mind was clouded with the idea of chasing the feeling you shared just a few months ago. He didnât think about this step. This part of the whole sex thing. You donât care. You never care about scars but it hurts him.
Jason clears his throat as he brings his hands back to your hips, watching your chest quickly rise and fall with every breath. He's running through everything he could say. How is he supposed to tell you he has a thick, protruding scar from his collarbones all the way down his abdomen? That can't possibly be some sort of turn on and if anything, he's almost certain it'll send you into a spiral because it nearly does to him every damn day he looks at it. What's he supposed to say? What's he supposed to say without making you feel worse or feel like you need to push to make sure he's okay?
What's he supposed to say in order to keep this moment intact without it being just another moment tainted by painful memories?
âWe can just keep doing this. UmâŚI-I donât mindâŚif you donât.â You try to pull in a breath. The guilt chews at your stomach. âI, uh, I donâtââ
âY/n.â Jason cuts you off, not wanting you to spiral. âIt's not that, I fucking swear.â Jason squeezes your hips and his brows twitch up with reassurance. He's just not sure if he's ready to reveal that part to you. It makes him feel guilty. He's supposed to be able to share everything with you but the shame eats at him. âI want to.â He clarifies, earning a nod from you. âItâs justâŚâ His eyes go distant for a second before coming back to yours. âStays on.â
You offer him a large nod and you thought it was odd he turned around before to change. Jason has never been very modest about anything ever. He has worked very hard for his chest and abs and he doesnât mind showing off a bit, especially in front of you because heâs still a shithead. But, last night he didnât and sitting here now, you're putting the pieces together while a piece of your heart breaks for him.
âI, uhâŚI know.â You nod softly, pushing yourself up to sit up fully.
Jason sits on his knees, his knees on either side of your legs.
You can't know.
âWhat?â Jasonâs brows tug together.
âThe night Crane kidnapped you, you, uh, you couldnât get out of your gear so I had to help you.â You offer him a soft shrug. âSo, uhâŚI just want you to know that I already know. Itâs completely fine, I get it, but I wanted you to know that I already knew.â
Jason can feel his throat wanting to close and his world feels like it's closing in on him. It feels like a nightmare. He doesn't want you to know. It's embarrassing.
âYou saw it?!â Jasonâs voice cracks as his cheeks burn a vibrant red as he bites his own tongue to try and hide and his shame.
You nod again. âYeah. You, uh, you were really high and I figured it would not be something you would want brought up.â
Jason shakes his head looking down. He feels tainted, ruined, a mess of broken and damaged pieces piled on the floor to be discarded and forgotten about. He's not even sure what's worse. The fact you knew and then never said anything or the fact he didn't even get a chance to make peace with it before he told you. He hates it so fucking much and it just makes him feel like the biggest failure there is. What more proof does anyone really need? He failed at being Robin, failed at taking down the Joker, failed at being a good son, failed at being a good boyfriend, he even failed at staying dead. It's just embarrassing and shameful.
You can see the gears in his head working overtime. He's going to spiral and the scar doesn't mean shit to you. Your entire back is riddled with them. Any one of those could have caused massive bleeding and killed you. The way you see it, his scars were better because most of them were just part of the job. He got them putting himself in danger for the greater good.
"I don't care, ya know?" You state with the raise of your brows and all Jason does is shake his head. "I don't fucking care about it, Jay. I know you do. Whatever the fuck you're thinking about it, you're wrong." You rest a hand on his cheek. "You don't have to take your shirt off around me if you don't want to. I get it."
"I fucking hate it." Jason states, taking your hand in his, his fingers delicate over your skin. He uses both hands to rub circles into your palm, massaging the muscles.
"For what it's worth," You let out a breath. "I don't. I don't care and I don't mind. That shit doesn't matter to me, Jay."
"I know." Jason nods his head because he knows you don't. It's something in his own head. It's just really difficult to move on from.
"So, whatever you wanna do, I don't mind." You offer him a tender smile.
Jason lets out a breath. âThank you.â Jason says back. âDid you know? That Bruce had it done?â
âYeah.â You pull in a breath, biting back your bitterness for Bruce. âHe didnât say why though I was screaming at him when I found out so he didnât have much chance, I guess.â
Jason lets out a quiet but sad chuckle because even in death, you will fight tooth and nail for him. âYou were screaming at him for it?â
âWell, yeah, I thought it was pointless. I figure itâs just legal reasons, maybe.â You shrug. âBut I didnât wanna hear it then.â You chuckle softly. âSo, yeah, I uh, I knew he did and I knew the Pit didnât take it away.â
It's something he's going to need to find a way to make terms with but at least, you're understanding about it. He wishes he had the opportunity to tell you himself but...he's thinking maybe this was easier. You've known and never batted an eye or said a word about it. Maybe he doesn't have to feel all that shame and embarrassment around you.
âWhite hair, kept all of my scars, and got the one my chest.â Jason lets out a scoff.
âLeast it fixed your face.â You quip back with a cheeky smile in hopes it'll help cheer him up a bit.
You see the flash of something kind and cheeky cross over his face.
Jason drops your hand, leaning in. âWhatâs wrong with my face, huh?â The corner of his mouth perks into a grin and you always have a way to make him feel better about anything and everything.
Your name might as well be synonymous with catharsis.
âDid you want a list?â You raise with a smirk as you tilt your head to the right.
Jason lets out a laugh. âFuck you.â Jason shakes his head at you and his eyes go to your lips before traveling back up to your eyes.
âSay please.â You lean in closer to him, brushing your nose against his.
Jason shakes his head, bursting at the seams with a devilish grin. His hand comes up to your cheek before he kisses you, pushing the both of you down to the bed.
âPlease.â Jason nearly growls into your mouth.
Jason leans up and tugs his shirt off quickly before coming right back to your lips. Your hands tangle in his hair and give the strands a light tug. You push on his shoulder, signaling for him to roll over. You get on top before you trail down and press kisses to his cheek and then to his neck, leaving your second mark of the night.
The words âi love youâ bounce around Jasonâs head like a pinball in a pinball machine. Heâs so in love with you he thinks he might have lost all of his sanity. He did not know it was possible to feel so strongly for another person but he does. And he wants to live here forever. You make him better and he is so certain of that if not for everything that has happened but the reason that Jason doesnât want to self-sabotage with you. Itâs not worth it. Youâll fight and make up and itâll have been for nothing. All it would do is hurt the both of you and havenât you both been hurt enough?
You can feel Jason's hardening bulge beneath you. Without breaking the kiss, you slide your fingers into the waistband of his pants, helping him tug them down. Jason sits up, helping you get the rest of his clothes off before he flips the two of you so you're back on your back. You let out a laugh just as you always did and Jason thinks he'd never grow tired of it.
Your hands are in his hair and he can feel you smiling against his lips despite the haste of your kiss. Jason slides his hand under your back, undoing your bra before he helps you get off. His hand goes right to your right breast, pinching your nipple between his thumb and finger. You moan into his mouth as your head starts to go fuzzy all over again. You squirm under him and a grin comes to Jason's lips.
You snake your hand to his cock, wrapping your fingers around the shaft before you start pumping him slowly. Jason's mouth opens against you as his hips stutter for just a second. You start moving your arm faster and Jason's mouth trails back down to your neck. His teeth graze the skin and you think you'd let him mark every part of your body without ever putting a thought into it.
He sucks a mark into your neck.
And then another.
And another leading down the scar on your shoulder from the bullet wound.
He stops there, switching to a kiss and your stomach twists while your brain starts to turn to goo. He presses kisses back up to your lips and you're squirming under his touch as you can feel yourself growing wetter by the second.Â
"Condom." You mutter against his lips before removing your hand from his cock, precum leaking from the tip.
Jason wastes no time in reaching for his nightstand to tug out a condom. You're already stripping the rest of your clothes by the time Jason has the package in his hand.Â
Jason smirks down at you. "Not wasting any time, huh?"
You shrug, almost taunting him as you keep your eyes locked on his, careful not to look down at the scar. "Been a while."
Jason chuckles as heat runs over his neck. "Having withdrawal?"
"I could just do it myself." You quip back.
"Can I watch?" Jason questions and a part of you thinks he's serious.
You roll your eyes. "Maybe next time."
Jason has to clear his throat as his cock twitches with the remark. "Hold you to it." Jason mutters as he finally gets the wrapper open.
"Then I get to watch you."
Jason's eyes flash over to you as his stomach drops and spins. "Whatever you want, princess." Jason finally gets the condom on and you pull him back down to you.
His lips connect with yours, hot and fast at first, hungry as if he hasn't eaten in a month. His cock is lined up with your soaking pussy but the kiss slows and deepens. Jason's hand trails down your right thigh, delicate fingers running over your skin as goosebumps erupt over your body. You run a hand down his shoulder and to his arm, his bicep twitches under your touch.
Jason is warm and sturdy, an unwavering force that you find yourself so intertwined with, you really aren't sure how you've managed to live so much of your life without him. It always feels like he's meant to be around you like someone out there made him just for you and you were made just for him. In some ways, that's scary and feels like a big responsibility, but in others, it's comforting. It's the reassurance that it's just you and him in the end of it all. You'll get there one day. That's how it's supposed to be.
Jason pulls away, resting his forehead against yours before he starts sliding his cock into your aching pussy. The pit in your stomach grows as you start to see stars. Jason's eyes are shut and he's thinking he's left this whole plane of existence. He sinks into you slow and steady until he bottoms out.
His eyes open, locking on yours. Your fingers are lightly running up his arm and the words of 'i love you' almost spill from his lips like an overflowing cup of water. His nose brushes yours and he almost says it. He doesn't want to scare you away with piling too much on you at once. Last night and the scar tonight, he knows you're worried the Titans.
He'll tell you later.
Instead, Jason settles for something with the same meaning.
Your eyes close and the words of 'i love you' almost escape your lips like an easy breath. You brush your nose with his and you almost say it. Jason has been through a lot. You don't want to add to it, not right now. You don't want to add more pressure if he can't say it back yet. You don't want to scare him off.
You'll tell him later.
Instead, you settle for something with the same meaning.
"You and me." Jason whispers to you as he goes to kiss your cheek.
A tender smile pulls at your lips as your heart stutters in your chest. "You and me."
A smile rips through Jason's lips as his heart feels like it's just burst through his ribcage.
Jason pulls out and pushes back in, just as slow this time before he starts picking up the pace. Your mind starts swimming with his quick movements. His mouth is on yours again and you can barely keep up. Your mind is flooded with how full he's making you as your pussy clenches around him.
You try to form words, anything to tell him to keep going but nothing can form quite right, giving Jason the ego boost he doesn't exactly need. He gets the idea and doesn't lighten up. His hand grips your thigh, tugging your leg up near his hip. With the new angle, he's tapping the patch of nerves inside of you. You gasp against him, your nails digging into his back.
"J-Jay." You nearly whine into his mouth and Jason nearly finishes right there with the first word you're able to get out being his name.
"Hmm?" He hums, trying to hold his composure. "Gotta speak up, babe." Jason teases.
"H-harder." You get out.
Jason grins wickedly against your lips, doing as you asked but only for a few thrusts before he stops entirely. "Like that?"
Your eyes shoot open, pupils blow with desperation and lust. "Please."
You don't have to ask again.
Jason thrusts his hips harder and faster than before. You groan louder below him almost immediately. Your pussy is clenching around him more and more and he can tell you're getting close. He slides a hand between you, rubbing tight circles around your clit. You nearly scream with the new sensation.
You grip his hair and pull his neck closer to you just as Jason gets you to reach your high. You let out a mixed whine and moan of his name before you bite down where his shoulder meets his neck, desperately trying not to scream. Tears prick your eyes as your stomach tightens and your whole body shakes and twitches beneath Jason.
It takes everything in him not to lose himself until you're finally finished, panting below him. His hips stall against you as his head hangs in the cook of your neck, his cock twitching as he shoots his load into the condom.
Jason leans up, chest heaving and he places a kiss to your cheek and then your forehead before he rolls off of you to dispose of the condom in his bathroom.
You sit up, wrapping the blanket around you with your chest still heaving and you give Jason a tender smile as he walks back towards the bed. He grabs his clothes as you watch him and you're getting your first full view of the scar. It doesn't bother you but you understand why it bothers him. Seeing it in full, it's a harsh scar, not something that looks like it'll even fade. You think if it were you, it'd bother you, too.
Jason makes his way back to the bed, plopping back down before he leans against the pillow. His eyes are still lustblown as he gives you a soft and tired smile, and you think his eyes are filled with something you became so accustomed to. Your hand goes to his hair, brushing the white streaks away from his face. Jasonâs hand grabs your hand before bringing your palm to his lips and he presses tender kisses over your hand.
âFor the record,â You start as Jsaon places your hand back down. âI donât care what scars you come home with.â You say so easily and your word choice doesnât go unnoticed by Jason. âI know you do but I donâtâŚâ You pause, chewing the inside of your cheek. âJust as long as you come home.â You nod a few times as your brows pinch together.
Jason sits up, his face coming just a few inches from yours. âIâm sorry I didnât.â His voice is rough and this is a different apology than the one you got on the roof. The one you got at his safe house. There are no stakes in the apology.
âItâs not your fault.â You place a hand on his cheek and Jason leans into it. "I forgive you anyway, though."
He still wonders how you were ever able to bear it. Despite his general feeling of self-doubt and self-loathing, he knows your feelings have always been very real for him. You didnât cope, that he knows for certain and heâs not entirely sure if you ever will. Itâs something you have to make peace with just as much as he does. And he thinks about how maybe thatâs an important part of you both moving forward. You forgive him for some reason but Jason doesnât think you've accepted it yet. A part of him has, it happened to him and heâs alive. He went through it. One second, your world is moving at a steady pace and the next itâs halted, suddenly stopped with no warning and then itâs thrown in the other direction. It sounds more like whiplash. So, Jason wonders if youâll ever hit the acceptance stage. He wonders how you were ever able to bear any of it. He knows for certain if it were him, heâd never be able to.
Your eyes are soft and tired and thereâs the tiniest, adoring smile on your lips. A look Jason is privileged enough to be the only one to receive. And he thinks about heâd never be able to bear the loss of you. It rips him to shreds. It would take all of the remaining good parts of him and shatter them. Heâd never recover if something happened to you. Even if it's beyond his control. Itâs terrifying feeling that way about another person.
Jason nods against you before he presses a kiss to the palm of your hand. âYeahâŚâ He lets out a breath. âThanks for sticking around.â
âThanks for letting me.â You smile softly. "You and me?"
Jason offers the same smile back. "You and me." Jason confirms. âYou still gonna talk to Leslie?â Jason asks as you pull your hand away.
You nod softly. âYeah. If she has anything open.â
Jason gives you a soft smile. âGood.â He nods softly. He sits back up all the way, looking to his doorway. âGonna grab your clothes.â Jason chuckles softly, tossing his shirt over his head before he gets up.
You watch Jason disappear through the doorway and you're quick to grab his pillow, checking to see if heâs replaced the knife with a gun. Your chest warms with the sight of your blue switchblade still locked and lying under his pillow. Itâs a relief he hasnât put the gun back. Your thoughts are jolted as fabric hits your face.
âHey!â You yell through a laugh, your clothes falling into your lap.
âFucking nosey ass.â Jason nods his head at you, making his way back to the bed with his hoodie in hand.
âYouâre an interesting person to be nosey about.â You shrug as you get the blanket off of your shoulders. You can feel the tiredness weighing on your bones and you know if you don't head home soon, you'll end up staying here. As much as you really want to, you do not want to overstay your welcome. âWell,â You sigh as you tug your shirt over your head. âI should probably head home.â You laugh softly, seeing the orange light of sunrise seeping through Jasonâs window.
âGuess so.â Jason nearly pouts at the thought. He never wants you to leave but he doesn't want you to feel obligated to always stay just because you're here late. You'll be back here later anyway. âStill gonna help me today?â Jasonâs eyes are hopeful and big.
âOf course.â You laugh softly, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks. âIâll just sleep for a few hours and how about we like one?â You ask. âWeâll both be out of it if we donât get some sleep.â
âYeah, yeah, alright.â Jason says in agreement. âWant an escort home?â He asks but you can tell by the way he raises of his brows and the way he's already moving to get up, it's not really an offer. He's going to do it anyway.
âThank you.â You stand up, putting the rest of your clothes on. "Just get some sleep when you get back, okay?"
Jason nods with a grin. "Of course. Gotta be well-rested hanging out with you."
"I can not help you." You quip as you grab your bag.
"Sorry." Jason lets out a chuckle.
"Let's just go." Your eyes widen at him to tease him before Jason gestures towards the door for you to lead the way.
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Apples & Blood
note: Surprise fic! Happy spooky season, I have returned from the grave. Dedicating this fic to @sihtricsafin đ¤đŞ
warnings: 18+!! Minors DNI. fluff/smut/light angst. Mention of blood, death, murder, alcohol and knife play. It's a slasher fic, okay?
pairing: Ghostface!Sihtric x fem!reader
summary: A Halloween party showed you that Sihtric would kill for you, literally.
word count: 4.6k
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You had known your friends and their friends for years, and you would never deny that you always had a thing for Sihtric. Sihtric was an indirect friend as he was friends with Uhtred, your best friend Gisela's boyfriend. You knew Sihtric was single but you had just never found the courage to really try your chances with him on the occasions you got to see him, mainly because of the mixed signals he always gave you. You usually met Sihtric during parties throughout the year and the occasional festival. He was always flirty and quite handsy with you, but apparently never interested enough to take you home or ask you out on a date. You had kissed him a few times, but you figured he was always too drunk to remember those moments you considered sacred, so all you could do was admire him while you occasionally stalked his social media, just to see his pretty face.
When Gisela invited you to go apple picking with a couple of others, Sihtric included, you didn't even have to think twice to say yes, because that meant you would finally meet your crush in a completely sober state. And naturally your friends were aware that you were hopelessly in love with him, so they made sure to pair you with Sihtric before you all disappeared between the apple trees, to fill your baskets for the Halloween party that Gisela and Uhtred were throwing later that night.
'It's good to see you again, beautiful,' Sihtric smiled as he went in for a hug upon meeting you, 'how long has it been? At least half a year?'
'Something like that,' you blushed as if you didn't know it had been exactly 22 weeks, 'the last time was at Osferth's birthday party,' you reminded him.
'That was a good night,' Finan grinned and nudged Osferth, who smiled shyly.
'Osferth's party, right,' Sihtric nodded, 'I can't remember much of that to be honest.'
'What a surprise,' Gisela mumbled as she shoved an empty basket in his hands.
Gisela knew Sihtric had kissed you that night, but he clearly couldn't remember it while she knew you remembered it all too well. Gisela had been the one to console you when you were in tears the next day, because you didn't understand what the problem was between you and him; always making out and yet never taking it any further, it was killing you.
You gave Gisela a pained smile, acknowledging her bitterness towards Sihtric which you more or less shared with her. Because as much as you liked him, it did sting that he always made it seem that he felt something for you, but then acted as if nothing had occurred when he met you again.
However, you were not going to let that ruin your day. You were more than happy to be in Sihtric's presence, but you were also nervous and you could barely hide it. Sihtric looked so handsome with his short dark hair and his all black clothing, it was hard not to stare at him with flushed cheeks as you made your way through the apple orchard, looking for that perfect tree to pick from.Â
Sihtric always had something of a mysterious vibe around him, and his high dose of charm made it easy to be liked and admired by many. You knew he could be clumsy too, you had seen him trip over his own feet and spill his drink at festivals and parties plenty of times, but that never took away any of the pleasant danger you felt around him though. There was something about him that was thrilling and exciting, something dark perhaps, but you weren't one to shy away from that.
'How many apples do we need to pick?' Sihtric suddenly questioned as you both strolled past the trees.
'Enough,' you shrugged, 'Gisela wanted to bake a few apple pies for the party tonight. Oh, and I believe she also needs apples for the apple bobbing.'
Sihtric hummed at your response and reached for his ankle, pulling out a knife from under his jeans which he always wore strapped to his ankle underneath his clothes, and he began to slice some apples off a tree while you held the basket for him.
'I guess if we all have a full basket of apples it should be more than enough.'
Sihtric laughed, 'Oh, I wouldn't count on Uhtred and Gisela having a full basket.'
'What do you mean? Why wouldn't they?'
'Because,' Sihtric chuckled and leaned with his shoulder against the tree while he used his knife to peel an apple, 'they're most likely fucking in the grass somewhere by now,' he said and took a bite of the fruit.
'You're probably right,' you laughed, 'and you know what, good for them.'
'Good for them,' Sihtric agreed with a smile as he looked at you in silence for a moment. 'You know,' he said and smacked his lips, 'I do remember Osferth's party. Well, not all of it, but I remember we kissed,' he said nonchalantly and ate another slice of apple, 'actually, I remember all the times we kissed.'
'What?' you said as your cheeks reddened and you dropped the basket, 'I⌠I always thought you⌠you were drunk-'
'Tipsy, sure,' Sihtric said and offered you a slice of apple, which you politely declined, 'but I was not drunk whenever we kissed. Look,' he sighed and stepped closer, 'I like you and I know you like me. And I could tell by Gisela's sneer earlier that everyone knows we like each other.'
'No,' you scoffed lightly, 'everyone knows I like you, but no one knows you like me. Hell, I didn't even know you liked me, you asshole!' you smiled and punched his chest.
'Yeah, love you too,' Sihtric replied with a grin and took your hand, 'but now you know. So, will you be my date to the party tonight then?'
'I don't know,' you hesitated, 'will you pretend tonight that we never had this conversation?'
'I promise I won't,' he said and pulled you closer to wrap his arms around you, 'I didn't want to make things awkward if maybe we didn't work out. And I guess I was also just afraid to hurt you, that's why I never acted further on my feelings. And then there's Aethelred who is always interrupting at parties.'
'Aethelred is a sick fuck who just won't leave me alone,' you sighed.
'He stalks you?'
'Not exactly, he just always tries to flirt but he gives me the creeps. But this is not about him, why do you think you would hurt me?'
'There's a lot you don't know about me, darling,' Sihtric whispered as you placed your hands on his chest, 'and the last thing I want is to scare you off.'
'I'm not scared easily,' you scowled.
'Oh yeah?' Sihtric smiled and bit down on his lip, 'then tell me, pretty, what's your favourite scary movie?'
'Okay, Mister Ghostface,' you laughed, 'sorry to disappoint you, but Scream is not my favourite scary movie. In fact, Scream isn't scary at all. My favourite horror is Hereditary.'
'Heredi-,' Sihtric paused, sighed and then looked at you disapprovingly, 'oh sweetheart, you got a lot to learn about scary movies.'
'What?! It's a classic too! It makes you think, it's greatly done.'
'It's greatly boring,' Sihtric snorted, 'but fine, I won't tell you it was an awful movie. However,' he murmured and leaned in closer until your noses almost touched, 'how about you come over to my place sometime, and then I'll show you some good scary movies?'
'I'll think about it,' you teased, 'but it'll entirely depend on how you will behave tonight. Because if you pretend we never had this conversation you can forget about your stupid scary movies too.'
'Ouch,' Sihtric pouted and grabbed his chest, 'I promise I won't do that shit again. I already told you I liked you, there's no coming back from that, is there?'
'Yeah, well, we'll see.'
'You'll see,' Sihtric smiled and took your chin, 'you'll see I'm serious about you, darling,' he whispered and then kissed your lips.
You leaned into him and moved your hands up into his hair, gently pulling his short locks while he kissed you deeply and let his hands roam freely over your body. Your heart was beating out of your chest and you both ran out of breath quicker than either of you liked, and therefore Sihtric was the one who broke the kiss before all self control would be lost.
'Listen, sweetheart,' he murmured against your lips, 'there's nothing I'd rather do than kiss you for hours here, but if we continue this I'm pretty sure we'll end up in the grass too.'
'Is there a problem with that?' you smirked.
'I never said that,' Sihtric chuckled, 'but I'd rather have you somewhere a little more private,' he winked and pecked your lips again, 'now, let's go pick some apples so we can get out of here.'
Sadly enough you and Sihtric didn't see each other anymore after picking apples together. He was tasked to decorate the house with Uhtred while you and Gisela made apple pies, and Osferth and Finan were prepping the booze and making sure there would be music at the party. You were all too busy to take a break, and before you knew it you had to go home to change into your party outfit. You kept it simple and dressed as a vampire, wearing a sexy black dress while fake blood dripped down your chin. You wore black make-up around your eyes and your lips were an alluring dark red colour, and you hoped Sihtric would think you'd look to die for.
You were happy to see that the party was a success and everyone enjoyed the apple pies you helped bake, and there was also a line to bob some apples from a large bowl. You enjoyed a drink and the music while you waited for Sihtric to show up, but when you still hadn't seen him after about an hour you began to feel a little hopeless. And to make that feeling worse, Aethelred suddenly came up to you, dressed like a medieval king with a gaping wound on the back of his head. You rolled your eyes and sighed numerous times while being stuck listening to him talk like he owned the world, and you had to slap his hands off you several times before he offered to get you a drink from the shed, which was located in the far back of Gisela and Uhtred's backyard.
You were glad to be rid of that poor excuse of a man for a few minutes, but when he still hadn't returned with a drink after fifteen minutes you decided to go and get a drink yourself.
'Typical,' you muttered as you made your way through the dark backyard, 'I have to hear him yap for an hour and then he doesn't even bring me the drink he promised.'
The music sounded muffled as you tried your best to follow the path. The backyard was dark and big, the long pathway to the shed was barely visible and there was no one else around. Despite all the cold drinks being in the shed, most people stocked up on their booze in one go so they didn't have to keep walking back and forth, and you wished you had been that smart too as you began to feel cold the further you walked. When you finally reached the shed you searched for the lightswitch, your hands going through multiple cobwebs before you found the switch, which made you shiver, and when you eventually flipped the switch you found out that the light was broken.
'Of course,' you groaned.
You grabbed your phone out of your small shoulder bag, using its flashlight to find the refrigerator so you could grab yourself a drink and get back as fast as possible, because that shed always freaked you out. It was so dark and deserted, you always thought it was a perfect place to murder someone for some reason. And beside that, you also knew the shed was a breeding place for spiders, so you refused to shine your light any further than you had to, not wanting to know what kind of demonic eight legged creatures were living in the far back of that damned shed. A sigh of relief left you when you finally grabbed yourself a cold bottle of booze, but then just as you slammed the door shut a voice behind you sounded and startled you.
'Surprise, darling.'
'What the fuck!' you shouted and dropped the bottle on the floor as you turned to point your flashlight towards someone dressed as the Ghostface killer from the Scream movies.
'What's the matter, baby?' Sihtric chuckled and took off his blood splattered mask, 'you look like you've seen a ghost.'
'Oh my god, you asshole!' you shouted and punched his chest with shaking hands.
'Did I scare you?' he smiled.
'I hate you!' you said with a trembling voice and a nervous chuckle.
Sihtric's smile disappeared when he realised he had truly scared you, and he immediately pulled you in his arms.
'Hey, come here,' he said softly, 'I'm sorry, doll, it was just a joke. I didn't think you'd actually get scared.'
'I know,' you said as you calmed down, 'I'm sorry too. I just⌠the light doesn't work and this shed freaks me out in general.'
'Yeah I'm not sure what's up with the light either,' Sihtric said, his face half lit as you pointed the flash on your phone downwards to not blind either of you, 'I just arrived and went to get a drink myself when I had the same problem. I then went back to the house to find Uhtred, but before I could reach the backdoor I saw you come out. You didn't see me at all because it's so dark there, so I decided to joke around.'
'Very funny,' you said and rolled your eyes, 'looks like all men are being funny today.'
'What do you mean?'
'Aethelred was bothering me again and after a while said he was going to grab me a drink, but he never returned. That's why I had to go here myself. Have you seen him?'
'Aethelred?' Sihtric asked, 'hm, no, I don't think I've seen him. I really only just arrived a few minutes ago.'
'He probably went to touch up some other girl then,' you said and shook your head, 'what an idiot.'
'Well, wherever he is,' Sihtric said and cupped your cheeks, 'I could care less, because at least I got you all to myself now,' he smiled and kissed your lips, 'I'll grab you a new drink, darling, then we can head back to the house.'
Back at the party you enjoyed your drink as you danced with Sihtric, who looked ever hotter than usual whenever he took off his mask to kiss you.
'Isn't the character you are dressed up as supposed to wear⌠Well, not cargo pants with a tight fitting shirt?' you laughed while he pecked your lips multiple times.
'Yeah,' Sihtric confessed, 'I was wearing the whole outfit over my clothes, but I tripped and fell earlier in the shed because it was so dark, and I fell into some kind of liquid so I threw the whole thing out right away. Besides,' he shrugged, 'it's all about the mask anyway.'
'You are so clumsy,' you laughed and wrapped your arms around his neck, 'it makes you even more attractive.'
'Glad you think so,' Sihtric smiled and leaned in to kiss you again.
He was relieved you fell for his lie. Because the truth was that he had seen Aethelred heading into the backyard after he had tried to touch you up, and he had followed him and killed him in the shed. And Sihtric was the one who had broken the light on accident during his wild stabbing, by getting his knife caught on the exposed electricity cable mid-murder and causing a power outage. And after that he slipped and fell in Aethelred's blood as he couldn't see a thing in the pitch black shed anymore after his murder, and it was then that he took off the outfit that belonged with the mask, leaving him in just his regular black outfit. And when he was on his way back to the house, he saw you and decided to follow you, making sure you wouldn't find the body of the guy who kept touching you up without your permission, something Sihtric thought he deserved to die for.
'You know,' you said, after Sihtric had found an empty seat and pulled you in his lap, 'for a moment I thought you weren't going to show up tonight.'
'Why did you think that?' he spoke in your ear while mindlessly caressing your bare legs with his tattooed fingers.
'Because I was here for a while already and I didn't see you anywhere,' you spoke against his lips.
You raked your fingers through his hair as he rested his head back on the couch, and you looked down into his love-filled mismatched eyes.
'I've let you slip out of my hands for too long already,' Sihtric said and moved his hand up your thigh, 'I was a fucking idiot for not chasing after you all this time while I should have.'
'Would you chase after me now?' you asked with a smirk and held up his mask.
'Like right now?' Sihtric frowned, then laughed, 'sure, if you want me to chase you.'
'Well,' you said and got up, then leaned in to kiss his cheek and whispered in his ear, 'then catch me if you can.'
You threw the Ghostface mask in his lap and quickly disappeared in the crowded living room, but Sihtric saw you running up the stairs as he got up and put on his mask. He then calmly pushed through the dancing people while pulling his knife from his ankle strap, and he sprinted up the stairs to follow you. You ran into one of the empty bedrooms and closed the door, hiding just next to it so Sihtric wouldn't see you upon opening the door. You held your breath while a feeling of arousal took over when you saw a shadow slowly walking past the door as the music was blasting downstairs, and a soft giggle escaped you when you noticed the shadow walked past the room you were in. It was a small and cosy room, with only a white vanity and a single person bed across from it. You shook your head as you noticed how the mirror was directly in front of the bed, because you knew mirrors are said to drain a person's energy when asleep, and therefore you should never point a mirror directly at your bed.Â
And you let your mind wander for a second while Sihtric crept past the closed doors on the second floor, not entirely sure which one to open first. But he stopped when he heard a faint giggle after he had just passed the second door. He took a step back, his face hidden behind his mask while he had his previously cleaned knife in hand, and he gently placed his ear on the door to try and listen for any more sounds.
You were pulled from your thoughts when you saw the shadow step back in front of your door, seemingly standing still and doing nothing, to which you gasped softly and accidentally let your shoulder bag slip down your arm, its chain making a rattling noise and betraying your presence. You kept quiet while the shadow at the door also kept quiet, until you suddenly heard three taps on the door when Sihtric used his knife to knock threateningly.Â
'W-who's there?' you asked, knowing it had to be Sihtric, but a rush of nerves and excitement made you unable to think for a second.
Sihtric sighed and opened the door, which made you jump and expose yourself. You stared at his masked face as you backed yourself against the bed, trapping yourself by accident while Sihtric closed the door and slowly stepped closer. His bare muscular arms flexed lightly while he closed in on you as he fidgeted with the knife he held.
'You should never say 'who's there?'. Don't you watch scary movies? It's a death wish,' he chuckled.
'Oh, please,' you laughed, 'as if you're going to kill me.'
'You're right,' Sihtric said and took off his mask, throwing it on the bed before he circled one arm around you to pull you close, 'I'm not going to kill you. Instead', he whispered, slowly tracing your lips with his thumb, 'I'm finally going to fuck you.'
'About time,' you smiled and crawled on the bed.
You seductively pulled up your skirt to expose your panties as you laid back, taunting Sihtric while he threw the knife on the bed as he joined you on top of the sheets. The dark room was lit up just enough by the full Moon outside, casting silver rays across your faces and bodies, highlighting your figures in the most perfect way. You slowly ran your hand up Sihtric's muscular clothed torso, and you then pulled him in by his neck to kiss him deeply and passionately. You both breathed heavily into each other's mouth while you began to undress one another. You made out with such a hunger and deep desire until you were both naked on the bed, touching and teasing each other while moaning against each other's lips until you both couldn't resist the temptation anymore.
'Fuck me,' you half begged.
Sihtric hummed and chuckled at your eagerness, a feeling he shared and was tired of fighting too, so he picked you up with ease and positioned you on your hands and knees with your back turned to him. He then took his knife and leaned in over you, gently pressing the cool blade against your throat without piercing your skin.
'Say that again,' he whispered, his lips touching your ear while he looked at you in the mirror in front of the bed.
'Fuck me,' you smiled with dazed eyes as you looked back at him in the reflecting surface, 'you crazy son of a bitch.'
'I'll fuck you,' Sihtric smiled darkly as he teased you with the tip of his hard, leaking cock, 'who's your daddy?'
'You're my daddy,' you giggled and gasped as he then pushed his length inside you smoothly, yet still stretching you, 'fuck,' you breathed as you grabbed onto the sheets while you adjusted to him, the blade still pressed against your throat.
'Fuck indeed,' Sihtric groaned behind you, then lowered the knife and threw it on the floor, 'fuck, you feel so tight,' he said with a moan, 'I really was fucking stupid for not chasing you sooner,' he laughed while he placed his hands on your hips.
'Wait,' you said before he could thrust into you, 'mask,' you said almost shyly, 'I want you to wear the mask if you're taking me like this, so I can see it in the mirror.'
Sihtric gladly listened to your wish and covered his pretty face with the blooded mask, he then grabbed your hips again and began to fuck you, slowly at first but harder as soon as you had welcomed his entire length and were able to take it. He gave you a firm slap across your ass several times, causing you to moan louder each time while he ravaged you. He had his fingers tangled in your hair, keeping your head up so you could see his muscular body behind you as he fucked you in front of the mirror until all you could do was murmur incoherently while your eyes were heavy and your mind completely fucked empty. Your moans and ragged breaths were in sync with the ridiculously loud creaking of the bed, and it all came to a halt when you both came with near screams of pleasure before you both collapsed on the bed.
And Sihtric's gentle side took you by surprise afterwards, when he took off his mask and laid back, holding you in his arms while murmuring praises and sweet nothings in your ear as you both recovered before you got dressed again. But before you could leave the room, Sihtric finally asked you to be his girlfriend, a question you couldn't possibly say no to. And so you held hands as you made your way down the stairs again, joining the party where seemingly no one had missed the two of you for about an hour.Â
Nor had anyone ever noticed Aethelred's disappearance eitherâŚ
While Sihtric had to go use the bathroom you decided to grab a drink for the both of you, and so you made your way through the dark backyard again and into the shed. You once again used your phone's flashlight to see where you were going inside the shed, and it was then that you gasped at the discovery of Aethelred's dead body in the far corner, after accidentally shining your light that way. You stared at the body that was shoved in the corner, gutted like a fish, and as much as you wanted to scream at the sight of it, you felt a strange calmness taking over. You weren't mortified, as one should be, you were at ease and almost in awe. You then noticed the dark cloth at his feet and reached for it without thinking, discovering that it was exactly the dark attire the killer in those Scream movies wears, and you suddenly connected it to your new boyfriend.
'Oh my god,' you said as you saw the blood dripping off the dark clothing you held in your hands, and you then laughed, 'oh my god, what an idiot.'
You returned to the party without any drinks, but instead held the folded outfit that Sihtric had worn during the murder of Aethelred, and you found your boyfriend just outside the backdoor as he smoked a cigarette.
'Hey, darling,' he smiled as he saw you, 'where'd you go?'
You closed the distance and took his hand, pulling him with you inside the house and to the front door. You both left the party without a word to anyone else and got into Sihtric's car, where you finally showed him your find.
'If you're going to kill someone for me, babe,' you chuckled, 'you should get rid of the evidence too.'
Sihtric stared at the blood stained fabric and was at a loss for words. Not just because you had discovered he had killed someone, but because you had figured out he had killed someone for you and it didn't even scare you.
'Did you learn nothing from those scary movies you watch?' you asked with a grin.
'I guess I didn't,' Sihtric chuckled and then looked at you, 'you're not⌠afraid?'
'Not really,' you shrugged, 'I mean, you won't hurt me, right?'
'What? No, no,' he said and cupped your cheeks to kiss your lips, 'no, never, darling. I'd never hurt you.'
'Good,' you smiled, 'then the only thing we have to do is to burn this thing,' you said and held up the outfit.Â
'We will,' Sihtric agreed and pulled you closer, 'first thing tomorrow, I promise, love.'
'Good. Well⌠How about we go to your place, babe?' you smiled as you spoke against his lips.
'Sure, I'll take you to my place, sweetheart.'
'Maybe you can show me some of those scary movies you talked about earlier?'
'Ah, who gives a fuck about movies?' Sihtric smiled and kissed you, 'I'd rather watch you all night, baby girl.'
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Clegan Astronaut AU - Part 18
Masterpost Read on AO3
AU Summary: the boys as modern day NASA astronauts. Taking place in 2025, Bucky is about to head to the moon as mission commander of Artemis III while Buck is CAPCOM at NASA. Established relationship (obnoxiously in love).
Author's Note: As an update, I am eyeing another chapter after this followed by an epilogue. A nice, even 20 parts. Thank you, as always, to everyone who reads, comments, shares, and otherwise supports this fic. I love you all so much. Now for some healing!
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December 11
Nassau Bay, TX
A house is nothing but four walls and a roof, a place to live, a place to sleep. It doesnât have to be anything special. It doesnât have to mean anything at all.
A home, on the other hand, tells a story. Its walls are infused with the memories of a life lived, for better or worse, within their bounds. Itâs made what it is not because of its structure, but because of the people who make it their own, all the little moments etched in time.
Growing up, Gale thought a lot about the difference between a house and a home, never quite sure which one he had. The little house he grew up in was nothing special. He doesnât remember it fondly. He doesnât have a particular desire to remember it at all. And yet, when he thinks about the off-white walls of that old living room, he can see himself playing on the carpet in front of the worn sofa, flying a toy F/A-18 Hornet through the make-believe sky. It had been a birthday gift from his dad, who was arguably proud of his son, if absolutely nothing else, because of his interest in aircraft.Â
Gale can see his father leaning against the wall by the door, watching him. Little Gale looks up at him with an excited grin as he makes whirring little engine noises, and his father gives a barely-there half smile back â Gale had to get that facial expression from somewhere, after all.
He can also remember the day he didnât hear his dad calling his name because he was lost in the clouds, dreaming about flying a real jet someday. He remembers the way his dad stormed into that same living room, ripped the toy jet from his tiny hand. The way he sneered at the pale, vulnerable look on his child sonâs face, scolded him for daydreaming when he should have been doing his chores. Maybe it was taking out the trash. Or doing the dishes. Or sweeping the porch.
Or maybe he did nothing wrong and his dad was just drunk again.Â
Either way, Gale remembers the way his dad threw that F/A-18 at the wall, the way the wing snapped right off. He remembers the way his dad shoved him when he cried, called him pathetic, said he needed to start acting like a man.
Later on, his dad repaired the wing with some super glue, but it never looked quite right again.
Gale has a lot of memories like that. A little good mixed with a lot of bad. The walls of that house told a story alright. He just doesnât think itâs a story that ever earned it the title of home.
When he remembers the kitchen â light yellow walls, gray cabinets, a gas stove â he thinks about early days of his childhood, clinging to his momâs bright, flowery skirt as she baked cookies that tasted like heaven. He remembers her light, comforting voice saying his name. He thinks about how she let him lick the spoon, asked him what sprinkles he wanted to use, let him help put the dough on the baking sheet with small, innocent hands.Â
But then he also thinks about setting the kitchen table for dinner, his dad burning his arm with a cigarette for breaking a glass. Or maybe it was a plate. He thinks about fingers wrapped tight around his teenage throat when he came back home too late one night. He can practically feel the bruises, hear the impact of being shoved unceremoniously against the door. Next time he was late, his dad threatened, heâd spend the night in the yard with the dog.Â
Other than the fact that it was nearing December and night time temperatures were below freezing, Gale couldnât decide if that would be so bad. He got smacked for that, too.Â
When he thinks of the small master bedroom, he thinks of his mother. One day there, the next day gone. He remembers the smell of her perfume filling the room. Little Gale, still too young to understand why she wasnât coming home. Why that scent would fade away, becoming nothing but a memory, something to pop up randomly here and there in his adult life and fill him with some sense of longing. He thinks about his father cleaning out all of her clothes, chastising Gale for not wanting to get rid of any of it, for trying to sneak out a shirt or a scarf that smelled like her.Â
Then there were two. Hardly a family, and far from a home.
The house on Nassau Bay couldnât be more opposite.
He stands in the middle of the living room, looking around at the life heâs built. Warm, light beige walls decorated with artwork, prints of aircraft and spacecraft, photographs of his de facto family. Framed pictures of him and John are scattered around. In the middle of the room, across from their TV, is a coffee table, two armchairs, and a well-worn gray couch, semi-permanently occupied by Pepper and sometimes Meatball. Morning sunlight fills the room, leaving patches of light on the hardwood floor.
Gale has spent the last hour adjusting the furniture layout â spreading out the coffee table and chairs to make space, shifting the couch back so itâs under the window, putting away stray dog toys and shoes, cleaning up the blankets and pillows heâd been using to sleep out here â just to make it easier for Bucky to move around in a wheelchair or on crutches. He even rolled up the rug to keep the floor even.
Heâs been obsessively doing anything and everything he can to make their home a comfortable space while Bucky heals. He bought a shower chair for the master bath and a plastic cover to put over Buckyâs cast to protect it from water. He bought an assortment of loose sweatpants, flannel pants, and shorts so Bucky has more options for what to wear over his cast. The kitchen has been stocked with his favorites of late. Soup, chicken and rice, or eggs for when heâs not feeling well. Or richer things like pastas and casseroles. Thereâs orange juice and smoothies and jell-o. And Marge â who rested a hand on either of Galeâs shoulders and told him to take a rest â is making chocolate chip cookies.Â
As Gale stands back and studies his work in the living room, trying to decide if it looks alright, his chest feels tight in a way he canât quite explain.
As a young adult, he never bothered with buying a house, choosing instead to rent something out wherever he was stationed with the Air Force. When he and John both got selected to the astronaut training program based in Houston, they intrinsically knew that it was the right time to take that step. A sort of settling down, even though they were preparing to quite literally launch themselves off the face of the planet. Admittedly, they didnât spend too long looking for a house, seeing maybe two or three local listings which were all perfectly fine. Then one day, Benny, who had been accepted into the program the year before, mentioned that a house down the street from him was for sale.
Gale fell in love with it the moment he saw it. And John loved it because Gale did.
Itâs a one story, ranch-style house on a quiet street just a 5 or 10 minute walk from the water. A beautiful white brick and stone exterior with a sweet little front garden that they try to plant flowers in every year â an endeavor that often includes Gale trying to find plants that match the climate and sun exposure of their yard, while Bucky insists on âexperimenting.â Thereâs also a backyard with a large patio for entertaining and enough grass space for the dogs to run around.Â
Gale remembers the day they moved in, sweating from the July heat but grinning from ear to ear with the excitement of a young couple on the verge of their future. Before they even started unloading the U-Haul, he stood in the middle of the empty, echoing house, staring at the walls, the ceiling, the windows. He couldnât believe it was theirs. A place they could really make a life together. A place that he could call home, maybe for the first time in his entire life. Bucky found him standing, wide-eyed, in the living room. He wrapped his arms around Gale from behind, kissed him on the cheek, ducked down to rest his chin on his shoulder.Â
âWelcome home, angel.â
Gale remembers dragging the couch through the door, collapsing down on it that first day. They sat, leaning against one another, surrounded by shoddily labeled, mixed up cardboard boxes full of their belongings. Exhausted, Gale said something noncommittal about getting to work unpacking. But John pulled him to his feet, kissed him silly, lead him to the bedroom where their new mattress lay on the floor, bed frame yet to be constructed.Â
They lived off cereal and takeout for several days in a row, but they sure did break in every piece of furniture, every surface.
He remembers hot, desperate reunions when they each returned from their respective ISS expeditions, touching each other for the first time in six months. Their hands roamed over one anotherâs bodies with an insatiable desire to relearn every inch of each other. Bucky would grip his waist so hard he thought it might bruise, pressing him against the wall or the bed. Gale would twist his fingers into Buckyâs hair, kiss every place he could touch. He remembers it being rough and kind, a sense of desperation driving them to claim one another all over again as if the last time they were together was a lifetime ago.
He remembers late nights with their friends, Curt crashing on the couch, Benny or Marge in the guest room, sometimes Rosie or Alex on the floor. Midnights spent drinking and laughing, dumb jokes and good people. He remembers this house being filled with more people than it was meant to hold, buzzing with life.
He remembers the day they brought Pepper home, almost a year ago now. She was nothing more than a tiny, 10 week old ball of fluff with one ear still flopped over. He remembers the way they sat on the rug in the living room with her that evening, completely enamored with their new addition. âWeâre a little family now,â Bucky said, smiling at Gale as he held the puppy up to his face. Gale scrunched his nose and closed his eyes, laughing as Pepper licked his cheek. Next thing he knew, Buckyâs lips were on his, and he felt himself melt a little inside.
Family. Home. Family. Home.Â
Theyâre not words Gale takes lightly. Theyâre words that he will protect. Even though theyâve only been here a handful of years, this house tells their story, memories built on memories that he holds close to his heart in a way he never knew he was allowed to before.Â
When he thinks of their kitchen, he thinks about making pancakes on Christmas morning, flour everywhere, chocolate chips and blueberries and chopped bananas spilling across the counter. Bucky singing along to the Christmas songs on the radio. Heâd pull Gale close, plucking the spatula from his hand, and convince him to dance with him around the island until they were both giggling like children and the pancakes were starting to burn. Â
When he looks at the front door, he thinks about all the times Bucky flung it open, yelling âhoney Iâm home!â as he walked inside. Sometimes heâd bring flowers for the vase in the window or pastries from Galeâs favorite bakery. He thinks about stumbling through on their wedding night, eager and drunk on nothing but love for each other.Â
When he thinks about their yard, still drenched in sun and warmth in the middle of December, he thinks about the day he and Bucky stood in the middle of it, holding tight to each other's hands as they held the keys to their new home. He thinks about washing their cars in the summer, chasing each other with the hose. He thinks about Pepper and Meatball running outside to greet him. He thinks about standing in the driveway and watching Bucky teach some of the neighborhood kids how to ride a bike up and down the quiet road.Â
Of course, the house holds bad memories, too. Fights theyâve had, times theyâve lost their temper, raised their voices, slammed a door or walked away. Times Gale cried alone because John was in space for months on end and he missed the closeness, the warmth, the weight of Johnâs head resting on his chest, the soothing sound of his heartbeat. Times John got drunk for the same reason, wanting nothing more than to hold Gale tight and kiss him in the dark. Still too fresh in Galeâs mind is the memory of collapsing to the floor, Marge rocking him in her arms because he didnât know if his husband would come home alive.Â
The walls will hold onto that memory. They wonât let him forget that the life he built here with John Egan very nearly became nothing but a flash in his mind, moments to look back on fondly, with a watery smile and a choked sob, a whispered I miss you.Â
That almost might never leave. Itâll be months before Gale can wake up in the morning secure in the knowledge that his husband is here with him. Itâll be months before he stops jolting awake with tears in his eyes and a scream in his throat. Itâll be months of hard work and pain and frustration to make Bucky feel whole again.Â
But itâs time to start pushing forward.Â
Gale has never been a particularly religious man, but he will gladly thank whatever Gods may be listening, because his prayers were answered. Starting today, two weeks after splashdown, there will be memories of John coming home to add to all the rest. Â
âBuck?â
Gale looks over to see Rosie standing in the entryway to the living room.Â
âReady to go?â
Taking one last look around, Gale starts to nod, then stops short. âThe mirror.â
He didnât replace the damn mirror in the master bath. Benny was the one to clean the bathroom, dispose of the glass fragments and scrub the tile until it was free of Galeâs blood. Galeâs barely even stepped foot in there in weeks, choosing instead to use the guest bath.Â
Marge appears from the kitchen. âBennyâs on his way with a new one,â she assures him. âWeâll get it set up before youâre back.â
Gale doesnât know what to say, so he nods dumbly as he twists his wedding ring around his finger, trying to quiet the storm of worries and hopes and needs and fears buzzing around in his head. Marge steps towards him and pulls him into a hug. âTake a breath, hon. Heâs coming home.â
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Itâs raining, just the littlest bit. Itâll be done by the time they walk through the hospital doors, but dark clouds gather in the sky, casting shadows over the ground and darkening the hospital room. It makes Galeâs heart constrict with an unease, a sense of foreboding. He tries to shake it off, because heâs not in his bedroom on a stormy night. Heâs not being jostled awake by Benny. His world isnât crashing down with the water falling from the sky.
He leans against the doorframe of Buckyâs hospital room, hands shoved in his pockets, and he watches his husband for a moment. Bucky is looking out the window, watching the rain fall, the cars go by. Heâs dressed in the same shorts and Air Force Thunderbirds t-shirt as he was the day before. A half finished plate of scrambled eggs, potatoes, and fruit sits on the tray beside him from breakfast, seemingly pushed aside and forgotten. Gale wonders if he didnât finish because he felt sick or because heâs protesting hospital food.Â
He looks healthy, despite the whole being in a hospital thing. That damn cold lingers, making him stuffy, his face sore from the pressure. His lungs protest when he breathes too deeply, or sometimes even when he doesnât, and the cough wonât go away. Not to mention the broken leg. But he has color back in his cheeks. His eyes are clear, his face unworried. His heart beats steadily, and heâs able to breathe well enough without the cannula.
âHey, darlinâ,â Gale says at last.
Bucky turns his head, and he stares at Gale for a good second or two, uncomprehendingly. But then a grin spreads over his face. âHey, angel.â
Gale feels his heart swell, and he takes a deep breath before stepping into the room. As he sits on the edge of the bed, Bucky grabs his hand and presses a kiss to his knuckles.Â
âHow ya feelinâ today?â
Bucky shrugs, looking down at their intertwined hands. He coughs once, holding his breath for a second to prevent it from getting worse. âI ainât dead.â He squints, cocking his head like something is bugging him, but then he looks up and meets Galeâs worried gaze. âAlmost went down in history for the wrong reasons, huh?â
John Egan. First astronaut to die on the moon. What a headline that would be.
Gale chuckles even though the acknowledgement of that damn almost makes him feel physically ill. âThink youâre goinâ down in history?â He forces back the flashing mental image of a tri-folded flag, a three volley salute, a missing man formation.Â
Buckyâs eyes have that mischievous glint back, that look of invincibility, like heâs daring the universe to take another stab at him. âOh yeah. The world will remember John fuckinâ Egan.â
And the thing is, Gale knows they will.Â
By 1pm, Major John Egan is being discharged from the hospital. Paperwork complete, Gale carefully packs up every single get-well card, along with Buckyâs clothes and medications. Beary Egan gets carefully tucked into the top of the duffel.Â
Over the past few days, Nurse Clara has kindly worked with them, teaching Gale how to help Bucky with daily tasks: things like changing clothes, safely getting in and out of the wheelchair, covering the cast with plastic to take a shower, and anything else that may be hindered by his lack of mobility. She patiently answers every question Gale has, and he has a lot.Â
With the IV removed, Clara and Rosie stand by as Gale, all by himself, helps Bucky slowly get to his feet. With a few curse words, one panicked moment where Bucky nearly topples over, and a lot of strained encouragement â âweâre alright, we can do this, look at me, sweetheartâ â Gale manages to help Bucky change into fresh clothes. The whole ordeal â while far more pleasant than the process of getting Bucky suited up on Starship and Orion â has Bucky swearing as he grips Galeâs hand or shoulder so hard his knuckles turn white, leaving accidental bruises on Galeâs pale skin.Â
Itâs a bit cold out, so the outfit of the day is black and gray plaid flannel pajama pants and a black t-shirt with an astronaut on the front. Above and below the astronaut are the words âHouston, I am the problem.â
A gift from Curt and Alex.
Finally, Gale helps Bucky shrug on a black zip-up hoodie and get settled into the wheelchair. Bucky forces a smile as he sits down, even leaning forward to kiss Gale on the cheek. âI love you,â he whispers.
They leave the hospital with a detailed rehabilitation, check-in, and physical and occupational therapy schedule. They also leave with a hefty hospital bill that Harding wonât let Gale so much as see, stating that NASA will take care of it.
Bucky doesnât speak at all on the way home, not seeming to notice when Gale tries to ask him things like âhow are you feeling?â or âexcited to see Pepper?â He just stares out the window and watches the dark clouds roam across the sky, his brain too tired to do anything else. Gale has found himself wondering, in the last week, if thereâs a reason why the brain fog is better on some days and worse on others. Other than night vs. day, he canât find a rhyme or reason as to why Bucky gets confused sometimes, why he seems to fade away here and there. The doctors assure him itâs normal with the injury he had. Just like the shaking hands and fine motor control, itâll take time. Gale hopes theyâre right, but he still feels a painful worry twisting in his chest when he notices it.Â
When they pull into their driveway, the word âhomeâ pops out of Buckyâs mouth, and Gale reaches over to squeeze his hand.
Itâs only when they pull to a complete stop, really taking in the sight of their house, that they notice the Christmas lights newly strung up along the roof, a strand of brightly colored bulbs joined by sparkling white icicle lights. Gale certainly didnât have time to hang them, and itâs the middle of the day, but theyâre lit up anyways, welcoming Bucky back with some holiday cheer. In the back seat, Rosie says âwould you look at that,â and he reaches forward to rest a hand on Buckyâs shoulder.
Bucky focuses on those lights for a moment, and Gale watches the way they seem to ground him, waking up his brain a bit more as the blues and reds and greens reflect in his eyes. He squeezes Galeâs hand back.Â
When his offer to help is declined, Rosie hauls the wheelchair out of the car, leaves it in the driveway, and heads inside to give the newlyweds some space. As Gale helps Bucky to step out of the car and sit down in the chair, though, he sees that not everyone got the message. He catches a glimpse of curly red hair on the porch of the house across from them, and he canât help but smile. âIncoming,â he whispers to Bucky.
Bucky looks up as he settles into the chair, blinking away the fatigue, and his face brightens when he sees Maggie. Jane rushes out the door after her, grabbing her shoulder. âItâs alright,â Bucky says quietly, and Gale relays this information, shouting across the road.
Maggie immediately breaks away from her momâs hold, barrels down the steps, checks both ways before crossing their quiet street, and she stops just short of colliding with Gale. Always so expressive around them, the little girl suddenly turns shy. Unsure what to do, she half hides behind Gale as she takes in the sight of Bucky in a wheelchair for the first time, his cast visible at the bottom of the pant leg.
Buckyâs smile doesnât leave his face, though, and he tilts his head to peer around Galeâs legs until heâs looking Maggie in the eye. âThereâs my favorite little astronaut.â
With a gentle hand on her shoulder, Gale nudges her forward. âGo on,â he insists. With a hesitant little stutter step, she moves out from behind him, looking up at him as she does so.Â
âI told you heâd come home,â she says. Matter of fact. Like there was never a single doubt that John would survive.
Gale wishes he could have been that certain. He envies the way children view things like life and death, through a lens of naivete where the people they care for are invincible. Heâs grateful, though, that Maggie was spared the worst. That she never knew the full story.Â
She doesnât notice the way he bites his lower lip to choke back a sharp, startled inhale, but Bucky does. He glances at Gale, eyebrow raised with a myriad of questions that he canât ask, but then he looks back to Maggie. He grabs her small hand in his even though his fingers shake, and she grips back so he doesnât have to focus on holding on.
âSounds like you were very brave while I was gone,â he says to her.Â
Maggie nods. She has this determined set to her eyes, a seriousness all over her face as she stands in front of him. Yet her voice is small and innocent, and Bucky hopes sheâll always stay this strong and kind. âI knew you wouldnât leave us forever,â she tells him.
Itâs Buckyâs turn to bite back tears, because, even though he knows, on some level, that it wasnât really up to him, sheâs right. He hides the thickness of his voice and the tightness of his throat with a cough thatâs been tickling at his chest anyway. He directs it into his arm away from the little girl, then rubs a hand over his face. After he blinks a few times, willing away the wave of emotion that heâs sure will only get higher and higher throughout the day, he looks at Maggie again.Â
âLearn to ride that bike yet?â
Maggie shakes her head. âI waited for you.âÂ
Gale remembers her words clearly, ringing in his ears. That awful day feels like years ago and like yesterday at the same time. The day he felt like his soul might disintegrate into the stars if he had to take one more breath without knowing if Bucky would survive. âHeâll come home. He has to. He promised heâd teach me how to ride a bike.â
âMight have to wait a bit longer. Until I get this thing off my leg.â Bucky pulls up his pant leg to better show the cast extending from knee to foot.
Maggie stares at it for a moment, unsure what to make of it, before she crouches down and runs a finger over the rough texture with a frown. She inspects the names written all over it â Curt and Rosie and Alex and Gale and more she doesnât recognize. âCan I sign it?âÂ
Bucky tells her of course she can, and Gale digs around in the duffle until he finds a few colorful sharpies to offer. Maggie chooses the purple one.Â
âWhereâs a good spot?â Bucky asks her, leaning over to analyze the cast with her even though it hurts every single part of his body to do so. Maggie squints her eyes, analyzing her options, before she points to a spot above his ankle, right under Galeâs name. She looks at both of them for approval before uncapping the marker.Â
She signs her name in big, slightly wobbly letters: MAGGIE with a carefully drawn heart at the end.Â
âPerfect,â Bucky says, grinning at her as Gale takes the marker back. Then he adds, âby the way, that drawing of us? Museum quality.â Heâs referring to the one that Jane brought to the hospital, of Maggie and Bucky on the moon together. Maggie rolls her eyes at his dramatics but looks pleased anyway. âYou sure you wanna be an astronaut, not an artist?
The girl nods vigorously, her curly red hair bobbing against her shoulders. âI wanna be just like you,â she tells them, once again like she doesnât have a single doubt in her mind. âIâm gonna go to space someday.â
Gale feels emotionally drained at this point, unsure how much more he can take even though everything about today is edged with hope and homecoming. He swallows thickly and puts a hand on Maggieâs shoulder as he glances back towards her house, where Jane is sitting on the porch. She waves to him. He looks back down at the girl, a little in awe at how he and Bucky have somehow managed to mean so much to her. How she has managed to mean so much to them.
âWell,â Bucky says. âIf youâre so sure about that, I have something for you.â Gale takes his cue and rifles through the contents of the duffle bag until he finds Buckyâs PPK. Safely tucked into the bottom of it is a small, clear plastic envelope, which he lays in the palm of Buckyâs hand, face up so Maggie can see.��
Inside the plastic is a thick, heavy coin about two inches wide, engraved with braided edges and the Artemis III logo in the center, designed by the crew members themselves. A big red âAâ with the middle line swooping out to the left, fading from red to blue as it loops around the moon and ends with the Orion capsule docked to Starship in front. Overlapping the right side leg of the A are the roman numerals III in dark gray. Printed around the edges are the names of the astronauts: Egan, Biddick, Rosenthal, Jefferson.Â
âDo you know what this is?â Bucky asks Maggie. She shakes her head. âItâs a challenge coin,â he tells her, going on to explain that a challenge coin is carried by members of a special group, signifying their membership. Every big NASA mission gets its own challenge coin, and all of the crew members carry a few of them.Â
Bucky kept one for himself and traded one with one of the Navy guys on the USS Portland, so this is the last one he took on board Orion. âThis coin is very special,â he tells Maggie, urging her to take it. So carefully, she plucks it from his palm, holding it up close to her face so she can read the names. âI carried it with me on the moon.â
Maggieâs eyes go wide, shooting back to Bucky, who grins at her. He presses his palm to hers, the coin in between. âNow itâs yours. Something thatâs touched the stars. See? Youâre on your way to being an astronaut.â
Maggieâs smile broadens, and, as she clutches the coin in her hand, she throws her arms around Buckyâs neck. Itâs awkward over the chair as she tries to avoid jostling his leg, but she isnât deterred, squealing an elated âthank youâ as she holds on. Bucky wraps one arm around her in return.
When Maggie pulls back, Gale kneels down beside her, even though the pavement is still wet from the morning rain, and he wraps an arm around her. âWhy donât you flip it over?â
Maggie does so, and she runs a finger over the back of the coin, feeling the texture of the raised image. An astronaut on the moon, the Earthrise and the stars in the sky behind him. âIs that you?â She asks Bucky.Â
He laughs. âCould be.âÂ
Gale points to the lettering along the bottom of the backside. âSee that?â
âWhat does it say?â Maggie asks, rubbing her thumb over the italicized words.Â
Bucky recites them to her, but his eyes are locked on Gale the entire time. He watches Gale silently mouth the phrase along with him, not only the mission motto, but a promise to one another. âAd lunam. Ad astra. To the moon. To the stars.â
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With Maggie safely back across the street, Gale wheels Bucky up the walk to the front door. As he turns the knob and pushes it open, Rosie appears on the other side, holding it for them.Â
âWelcome home, darlinâ,â Gale says as they enter the foyer.
Bucky smiles tiredly as he takes a deep breath that rattles his chest and nearly causes him to cough again, but itâs worth it to smell the scent of home. He tilts his head. âCookies?â
Gale chuckles, but doesnât answer, wheeling Bucky past the foyer and into the living room. The moment theyâre within view, heâs met by a chorus of âWelcome home!â and the sight of his closest friends sitting around the slightly rearranged living room.Â
âAstrofag!â Curt calls out from his seat in the middle of the couch. On one side of him is Marge, Benny on the other, while Alex sits in one of the armchairs. Rosie trails in behind Gale. A banner with hand-lettered words is strung across the back wall: âWeâre glad youâre alive!â More space balloons float around it, and in the time that Gale and Bucky were outside, Rosie has already displayed all of the get well cards from the hospital on the side tables and tv stand.
âDid you miss me?â Bucky grins, holding his hands out to the side like a risen savior as Gale eases him to a stop in front of the coffee table, close to the empty armchair.
âHad enough of you for a lifetime,â Benny jokes, calling back to what Bucky said to him in the hospital nearly two weeks ago. He gets to his feet, though, and walks over to Bucky, leaning down to give him a side hug.
âI almost died, you have to be nice to me,â Bucky claims as he returns the hug.
âAnd how long does that last?â
âUntil Gale quits gettinâ all nervous every time I cough or somethinâ.â Every time he coughs. Every time he zones out. Every time he feels nauseous or complains about his head hurting. Every time his fingers shake and he canât hold his own fork or move his own wheelchair.
Everyone looks at Gale, who, in the presence of his best friends, doesnât even try to hide his blush. He secures the brake on Buckyâs wheelchair before sitting in the armchair beside him, and Benny returns to his seat while Rosie sits on the floor between the couch and the coffee table.
Bucky nods to a tray of cookies in the middle of the table. âWho made those?â
âMarge,â Alex says.
Bucky just about groans. âThank god. Theyâll be good then.â
âHey,â Gale shoots back, offended, as Marge laughs.
Bucky waves him off. âI know you didnât make âem, doll. Got my head on straight enough to know youâve been with me all day.â
Marge gets to her feet to grab a cookie and hand one to him across the table. âI made them how you like them.â
Milk and semi-sweet chocolate chips, but not too much of either so that thereâs parts of the cookie with no chocolate at all. Itâs called balance, he told her once during a late night trauma-dumping/baking session.
Bucky takes the cookie, biting into it as he closes his eyes. Silently, heâs so fucking grateful that he hasnât felt any nausea today. âReal food,â he mutters.
Gale scoffs, even though this âperfect cookieâ was his own recipe to begin with. âNot sure a cookie counts as real food.â
Bucky flips him off, his middle finger still not quite able to get all the way up without the others, and he takes another bite. Itâs been too damn long since he had some quality snacks. Itâs better than wheat chex, thatâs for sure. And heâd take the wheat chex any day over the bland desserts they tried to give him in the hospital.
The guys â and Marge â stay for a bit, talking and taking comfort in being all together again, all of them alive, home, on the road to healthy. When Bucky starts to drift, going quiet as it becomes more and more difficult to focus on the conversation, everyone makes their excuses to head out, leaving the Buckies alone to rest.Â
Benny returns ten minutes later with an overenthusiastic husky straining at her leash â the antithesis of rest â and he passes her off to Gale through the front door before leaving them again. The dog knows immediately, her paws tippy-tapping on the hardwood as her tail wags so hard Gale doesnât know how it doesnât hurt. âYouâre gonna have to stay calm, baby girl,â he tells her.
âCome on, Buck,â Bucky calls from the living room. âIâll be fine.â
When Gale finally walks Pepper into the living room, Bucky has managed to get himself turned around to face them. Gale keeps her on a tight leash as they walk forward, holding her back from flat out charging at Bucky. Her entire body is wiggling as she tries to pull away. âEasy, babe,â Gale tells her.
When they finally reach Bucky, he loosens the leash, and Pepper immediately presses her nose to Buckyâs knees, his thighs, his cast, his hands, any part of him she can as she wags her tail and pants. She looks like sheâs smiling, completely overwhelmed with the excitement of her other person finally being back where heâs supposed to be. Bucky laughs and scratches behind her ears and under her chin, letting her lick and sniff and press her head against him. He grimaces when she nearly jumps on the chair, bumping his bad leg, before Gale catches her and tells her firmly to stay down. Bucky hardly cares, though, his fingers clutching weakly at her soft fur, unwilling to let go.
âHey, Pep,â he says, his voice strained with emotion. He tilts his head as he strokes her ears, his eyes fluttering closed so that Gale can see stubborn tears clinging to his eyelashes. Bucky takes a deep, rattling breath, and he stares at the dog as she sits loyally beside his chair, watching him with the same love in her eyes. She rests her head on the armrest and licks his hand gently.
Bucky gives her a wobbly smile. âThought Iâd never see you again.âÂ
Gale sets a comforting hand on his shoulder, and time seems to freeze for just a moment. One perfect moment. A snapshot of their little family.
That afternoon, Pepper wolfs down all of her food, totally unprompted, for the first time in days.Â
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For the first time since the morning of November 19, Gale sleeps in their bed.
Heâs hardly stepped foot in this room except for this morning, when he took a deep breath, told himself it was time to get his shit together, and set about changing the sheets, getting everything ready for John to come home. Sharing this bed feels so familiar, and yet so different. He finds himself holding his breath, like if he disturbs the moment, breathes too loudly, blinks too hard, then itâll simply evaporate, and heâll be stuck in the same Purgatory that he was nearly a month ago. He tries to ground himself in Buckyâs warmth, the familiar shape of his body, his scent â different than usual due to being in the hospital, but somehow still him. Smoky and sweet.Â
Itâs December. Even in Nassau Bay, Texas, the current night time temperature is near 40 degrees, and yet Bucky insists on sleeping shirtless while Gale tucks himself into an old NASA sweatshirt. At first, Gale worried about Bucky getting too cold, what with the pneumonia and the head cold and the TBI. But Bucky wouldn't hear it. âYouâre gonna make me overheat,â he said.Â
Now, Gale doesnât mind so much that he can feel Buckyâs skin beneath his hands. Warm, not cold. Alive, not dying.
They donât sleep at first. They lay awake in the dark, Gale curled up with his head on Buckyâs chest. His cheek and ear nestle against Buckyâs bare skin, and he listens to the beating of his heart. Their hands cling to one another, and Bucky plays mindlessly with Galeâs fingers. That same old habit that heâs had since they were in college.
Gale wonders when such little things will stop making his chest constrict in anxiety and relief.
âI know you broke the mirror,â Bucky says eventually, his voice cutting through the silence.
âMmm.â Gale doesnât deny it.Â
âI ainât dumb. It doesnât even have the same frame.â
âBenny replaced it this morning,â Gale says passively, even though heâs staring dead ahead in the darkness, ublinking.Â
âYou punch it or what?â Bucky knows his husband. He knows how stoic everyone thinks he is, how calm and collected Major Buck Cleven tries to be. But he also knows that Buck â Gale â can snap.
âMmm. The morning I found out.â
âStraight to the dramatics.â
âBenny woke me up,â Gale drawls, his voice steady, measured, even though Bucky doesnât miss the nervous undertone in the way it shifts. âI thought youâd be dead by the time I got to JSC.â He says this matter-of-factly. He doesnât tell Bucky that he imagined his entire funeral, word for word, breath for breath. âIt was touch and go for a while there.â
âI was the one dying.â
âYou were passed out those first few days.â
Theyâre quiet for a while. Slowly, slowly theyâll learn what the other went through. Someday, theyâll fall apart late one night or early one morning, and itâll all spill out in a tidal wave that threatens to crush them under the weight of this aftermath. Theyâll hold each other tight and try to hold back the sobs and remind each other to keep breathing, remind each other that theyâre still breathing.Â
But itâs not time. Not yet. It hurts too much, and they donât have the words. Right now, theyâre not sure that theyâll ever have the words. Right now, all they can do is hold on tight.
There was never anything that could break them, Marge said at their wedding. They may have come damn close, but here they are, unbroken.
So they sit in silence. Gale counts Buckyâs heartbeats. One. Two. Three. Four. FiveâŚ
When he hits thirty-two, Bucky says, out of nowhere, âIt was like I could hear you.â As if heâs been thinking over something troubling for some time now.Â
Gale tenses. âMmm?â
âW-When I was, umâŚâ Bucky takes a deep breath. He coughs once, weakly, and it jostles Gale. But he rests his free hand on the back of Galeâs head, holding him there, not wanting to lose that reassuring weight. âI guess I was unconscious. Those first days after I⌠afterâŚâ
Why is it that, in the dark, it feels easier to talk about the hard things, and yet itâs harder to find the right words?
âYou were in a coma,â Gale says. âCompletely non reactive.â Thatâs what Dr. Huston told him. What Curt told him.Â
âI know,â Bucky agrees. He makes a breathy, frustrated sort of sound, and Gale can imagine him squeezing his eyes shut, clenching his jaw as he tries to figure out how to say what he needs to say. Gale waits patiently.
âEverything hurt so bad,â Bucky finally explains. âI could feel it. I could hear Curt sometimes, too. But I couldnât move. I couldnât fuckinâ think. I-I was just⌠I couldnât⌠Fuck.â It was like he was floating, not part of the world, not part of his body, but in so much goddamn pain he wanted to scream. He doesnât know how to tell his husband that, though.Â
Instead, he pushes forward to what he needs to tell Gale now. âBut it was like you were in my head. I heard your voice. It made me⌠it made me keep breathing, yâknow?â
Gale goes completely still, eyes wide, unblinking, not breathing. Buckyâs fingers try to grip his hair, but canât seem to close around the strands. Gale grips Buckyâs hand. He bites hard at his lower lip.
Buckyâs voice gets thick and tight, and Gale can hear his chest rattling as he breathes, threatening another coughing fit. âI-I knew I had to⌠I had toâŚâ Another painful pause. âI had to get back to you.â
Gale holds back the wet little gasp that wants to tear through his gritted teeth. A tear drips off of his nose and onto Buckyâs bare chest, and he wonders if Bucky feels it. He tucks his face against the warm skin, needing to be as close as possible as he curls around Buckyâs body in a way that makes it unclear if heâs trying to hide against it or protect it from the world, make sure it canât break any more than it already has.Â
âI couldnât leave you,â Bucky chokes out. Gale canât see his face, but his husbandâs voice alone is enough to cave his chest in with a crippling kind of sorrow. âI couldnât do th-that to you. I had to⌠I neededâŚâ
Gale can hear the tears building up in Buckyâs voice now, and he wants to make them go away. Yet he knows they both need this. They both need to feel this pain, let it drown them, just for a little bit, as they grip so tightly to each other that their fingerprints become embedded into each othersâ souls. They need to face it, or theyâll never be able to move forward.Â
âItâs okay,â he whispers.
âI-I think IâŚâ Bucky takes a careful, controlled breath. He thinks about the stars he could see through Starshipâs window, flickering in the darkness. He thinks about the pain burning like fire through his body and his brain. He thinks about wanting to die, near begging a god he didnât believe in to carry him away from that damned place because death must be better than whatever he was going through.Â
But in the darkness, a star shines on. A heart beats. A mind dreams. The Earth turns. And even when he couldnât wake up, when he was consumed in agony from the inside out, Bucky thought of his husband. He heard his voice, saw his face, wanted nothing more than to hold him tight and hang on forever. And even when he wanted to give up, he fought to stay.
Buckyâs breath shudders, and he feels tears dripping down his cheeks. He closes his eyes. âYouâre what kept me alive, Gale.âÂ
Youâre the reason I had to stay alive. The reason I had to come home.Â
You are my home.Â
Gale is quiet for a long time, listening to Buckyâs heartbeat. He presses his lips against Buckyâs chest. âDonât tell Curt that,â he whispers.
Bucky laughs wetly. He can feel Galeâs tears against his chest, and he strokes his husbandâs hair. âI know,â he says, âBut. It was you, angel. It was always you.â
â
Itâs 1am when Bucky asks Gale if heâs still awake.
Gale, still tucked against Buckyâs side, nods sleepily. His eyes drift open, taking their sweet time adjusting to the darkness of the room. He shifts just slightly, making Pepper huff in annoyance where she lay curled up right at his feet.
He presses his lips to Buckyâs shoulder. âYou okay?â
He waits so long for an answer that he wonders if Bucky actually said anything at all. But eventually it comes: âHurts.â
âWhat does?â
A pause. âEverything?â
Gale nods again in understanding. Leg, head, chest, ribs. In that order. Possibly his back as well.
âIâll get you some pain killers,â Gale says. He reluctantly pushes himself away from Bucky and crawls out of bed, his foot getting caught on the blanket as he goes. His mind flashes back to the way he scrambled out of bed on November 19th, sheets tangled around his feet as the room tilted, Benny approaching him like a wild animal.
His heart beats faster, faster, faster.
âThanks, hon.â
Gale takes a breath. He walks to the kitchen, flicks on the lights, reaches for the little orange bottle of prescription pills sitting on the windowsill. He stares at the tiny print, remembering the doctorâs instructions. One pill every 6 hours as needed. He does some mental math, concludes that itâs been well over 6 hours since the last dose, dumps a tablet into his hand, and fills a glass with water,
When he returns to their bedroom, he finds Bucky sitting up with a pillow behind his back, looking at a too-bright phone screen â Galeâs too-bright phone screen. Gale turns on the lamp on Buckyâs bedside table. âWhatâre you looking at?â
Bucky sets the phone on his thigh so he can take the pill and glass of water, swallowing both down. Gale glances down at the phone, and he finds that the saved email from their wedding photographer is pulled up, the cover photo of the digital album displayed on the screen.
Bucky sets the glass down on the table, the bottom of it rattling as his hand shakes. He looks up at Gale, who is still hovering over him. âThought we could look at them. Together.â
Gale canât quite bring himself to smile, his brow scrunching into something pained but full of love. âYeah,â he whispers. He walks back around to the other side of the bed, stopping to scratch Pepper on the head, and he sits back against the headboard. Tucking his legs beneath the covers, he presses himself against Buckyâs side.
Bucky offers him the phone, too tired to focus on making his fingers work right, and Gale opens the album once again.
Itâs strange, really. These are the exact same photos that Gale looked at before. Some of them â especially those of John in the groomâs suite â heâs stared at and stared at, unable to look away and unable to move forward. These photos carved a hole into his chest even as he fell in love with every image, at one time thinking that if he never got to see his husband again, at least he would be left with such perfect, life-filled photographs.Â
They made him sob and they made him panic. They made him chuck his phone away because they filled him with too much everything and he was overloaded with the weight of it. They made him grieve.
But here they are. The same exact pictures, and they look completely different somehow. When the gallery opens, Bucky sinks down so his head rests on Galeâs shoulder, and Gale wraps his arm around him. He balances the phone on Buckyâs chest and turns to press his nose into his hair.Â
Buckyâs lips curve into the most genuine little smile the moment he sets eyes on the photographs of Gale in the bridal suite, and it hits Gale in the weirdest of ways that, even though heâs seen these specific pictures a handful of times now, Bucky hasnât. This is the first Bucky has seen of Galeâs pre-ceremony experience. âYouâreâŚâ Bucky huffs out a disbelieving breath. âGod, Gale, look at you.â
While Gale holds the phone, Bucky uses a finger to swipe from photo to photo, pointing something out here and there â how he didnât realize Gale was so nervous, too, or how lovely Marge looks or how much he loved that white suit â or sometimes just staring with his hand poised over the screen like heâs eager to get to the next one but reluctant to move away from the one heâs on. He stops for a long time on a candid of Gale standing in front of the mirror, looking down with a nervous smile on his face as he adjusts his cufflinks. The light coming through the windows hits just right, making his suit seem brighter and his boutonniere pop. It highlights the freckles on his cheeks that Bucky sometimes likes to kiss or poke at.Â
Gale thinks he hears Bucky whisper the word âwow.â
âSorry I ainât that pretty all the time,â Gale jokes self-deprecatingly.
Bucky turns his head, glances up at him. âYou get more and more beautiful every day, love.â He reaches a hand up to grab Galeâs chin, satisfied at the way it makes him blush. Gale feels the metal of the wedding band rub against his jaw, and he motions for Bucky to keep going through the album.Â
âAh, look at that handsome man,â Bucky says when he gets to the pictures of the groomâs suite. âWhoever gets to marry him sure is lucky.â
Gale scoffs, hiding his face in Buckyâs hair. He squeezes Buckyâs hip with the hand wrapped around him and whispers, âI am.âÂ
âHoly shit I was nervous,â Bucky admits as they scroll through. Gale stops him every once in a while, wanting to look at certain photos for just a little longer even though heâs drilled them into his mind already. Bucky biting his lip anxiously as Rosie fixes his cufflinks, Bucky kneeling down to pet the dog, Bucky with his head thrown back in a full body laugh, looking beautiful, carefree, happy.
They reminisce over their first look, feeling like theyâre there all over again, seeing each other for the first time, reaching out to touch, at a loss for words.
And then itâs on to uncharted territory, the photos that Gale never managed to get to. He takes a deep breath, and he decides right then and there that itâs okay. After everything, right now, they get to look at their wedding photos together. Just like any love-struck young couple.
One small step on the road to normal.Â
âSomeday Iâll thank her for holdinâ you up while I was gone,â Bucky says when they get to a picture of Marge walking them down the aisle. Gale can only nod, because nothing he could ever do could ever repay her for, well, everything.
âWere you crying?â Gale asks as he zooms in on a picture of them at the altar, holding tight to each otherâs hands. Bucky is biting gently at his lower lip as he looks at Gale, and his eyes are glistening in the light.Â
âI donât know,â Bucky laughs now. âI was so focused on gettinâ my vows right. I donât even know.â
âWait,â Gale smirks and leans his head down, trying to get a good look at Buckyâs face. âAre you crying now?â
Bucky shakes his head, but he also scrubs at his eyes with his hand. He presses himself even closer to Gale, if thatâs possible. âI have a head injury,â he says meekly.
âYeah, sure,â Gale drawls, kissing the top of his head.
Thereâs a few pictures of the ring exchange, and Gale remembers how badly Buckyâs hand was shaking that day. The irony of it claws at his throat, but neither of them say a word. He remembers how fast his own heart was racing. He remembers the feeling of that cool silver band sliding over his finger. He remembers the look in Buckyâs eyes.
They spend a long time looking at the series of photos from during and after their kiss, remembering how the entire world disappeared in that moment, just them, their own universe, the greatest love story ever told. Naturally, theyâve barely kissed since Bucky returned.Â
âTomorrow Iâm gonna kiss you like that,â Bucky promises.
âWhy tomorrow?â
âCause the meds are kickinâ in and Iâm too comfy to move.â
That would make Gale smile, but he finds he already is. Heâs barely stopped this whole time, even when the pictures bring tears to his eyes and shove a lump into his throat. He holds Bucky tighter.
After the ceremony photos â Bucky jokingly declares that the best one is the one of Meatball and Pepper crashing their kiss â thereâs plenty of staged photos of the wedding party and even more of John and Gale. And then thereâs the reception.
Speeches. Curt and Marge standing on a chair. The newlyweds holding hands at their table, whispering into each othersâ ears, kissing sweetly like no one was watching even though everyone was watching. People dancing and laughing. Gale dancing with Bucky, with Marge, with Chick. John having a dance off with Curt and Alex. Cutting the cake â Bucky smashing a piece into Galeâs mouth. Kissing through the icing, staining their lips blue. John and Gale on the mezzanine, John kissing him on the cheek. Gale tossing the bouquet over his shoulder. All of their Air Force friends, Benny included, scrambling over each other to catch it like it was a football and they were trying to win the Superbowl. Meatball grabbing it in the chaos and running full speed through the reception hall.
Gale laughs as he sees those photos for the first time. âI didnât even know that happened.â When he doesnât get a response, he looks down at Bucky. âYou still with me darlinâ?âÂ
âMhm,â comes the reply. And Gale realizes that Bucky is struggling to keep his eyes open. But he blinks and glances up at Gale. âThat was the best day of my life, you know.â
Galeâs lips part, but he doesnât have anything to say. He wants it to have been the best day of his life, too. But after everythingâŚÂ
Gale doesnât believe in miracles. But as far as he can tell, the day Bucky splashed down in the Pacific was as close to one as heâll ever get. So after everything, is it strange that he thinks the best day of his life isnât the day that marked the rest of his forever, but the day that kept that forever intact? The day John came home to him.Â
He canât bear to say all that, though. So he nods as he turns the phone off, and he wraps his arms more fully around his husband, feeling the warmth of his bare skin and the reassuring weight of his upper body. He finds himself feeling comfortable, safe, secure, not afraid. He almost feels like he could just nod off right here. âIt was a damn good day,â he agrees.Â
Within moments, Bucky is drifting off in his arms, relaxing into his embrace. Carefully, slowly, Gale eases them both down, so theyâre laying more comfortably on the mattress, but he doesnât let go. And for the first time since early October, together, in their own bed in their own home, they sleep.
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December 12
Nassau Bay, TX
Itâs raining.
For real this time. At least, John really hopes itâs real.
He sits on the couch and stares out the window, listens carefully. The house is filled with that eerie but comforting light of an afternoon rain storm, gray and blue and green with a daylight sort of darkness that settles over everything with hardly a shadow.Â
Drops of water drip down the windowpane, and Bucky watches them. He presses his finger to the glass and traces their path as they roll down. He listens to the steady beating of raindrops on their roof. He pretends he can smell the fresh earthy scent of a storm mixing with the salty air of their home on the bay. He pretends he can feel the cool water sliding over his bare skin, plastering his hair to his forehead.Â
The rain has been falling for over half an hour now, and his heart reaches out to it. He has to wonder if itâs real, or if itâs only a dream. He often wonders that â was all of it a dream? Is it all a dream? Will he wake up one day, still on Starship, and find out his trip home, his successful failure, wasnât real? Maybe the accident never happened. Or maybe it did and he never actually woke up.
Or will he wake up one day in this very house, learn that he never went to the moon at all? Will he be shipped off to quarantine to do it all again?
But his leg throbs with his heartbeat, and sometimes his head still spins. Every cough reminds him heâs alive. He holds onto Beary Egan as he sits on the couch, Pepper at his side, and while many things are blurry or missing, thereâs so much that he can recall in such detail. If he closes his eyes, he can see the surface of the moon stretched out before him. Nowhere and everywhere. But he was there.
âJohn?â
Buckyâs brain takes far too long to understand that someone is saying his name. When he finally tunes in, for a second he thinks it must be Curt or Rosie. Checking on him, trying to get him to eat something, telling him itâs time to do this or that thing that is going to cause him pain but is necessary anyways.Â
But the voice says his name again, followed by a gentle âdarling?â and a smile slips over Buckyâs face.Â
He turns his head to see his husband, leaning against the doorway to the kitchen. His hair is unstyled, soft and messy. Heâs wearing jeans and a black sweater. Bucky is once again wearing his own Yankees sweatshirt â if for no other reason than to make it smell like him again. For now, it smells like Gale, and it makes him feel safe.Â
âYou okay?â Gale asks. He raises an eyebrow in concern. He looks at Bucky like that a lot now â concerned.
The truth is, everything hurts. Everything feels icky. Everything about Buckyâs body feels wrong and out of control. But he nods. Because right now, he is actually okay.Â
He woke up in his husbandâs arms, his dog at his feet. Gale made him pancakes, and when he couldnât quite stomach those, he cut up a bunch of fruit and let Bucky drink as much orange juice as he wanted. Gale told JSC he wouldnât be in today, and they spent their morning watching a movie on the couch while Bucky scrolled through their wedding photos again. Lazy and domestic, just trying to heal.
Bucky reaches an arm out towards Gale, making a grabbing motion with his hand. Galeâs face softens and he walks across the room, settling on the couch beside Bucky. He wraps his husband in his arms, and together, they stare out the window at the water falling down onto the Earth.
Gale closes his eyes and takes a deep breath in, holding Bucky tight. He presses his nose against the dark curls at the back of Buckyâs head, where that shaved patch is finally growing back. He tries to remind himself that John is here, in his arms, safe, not going anywhere. He tries to block out the rhythm of the rain, wills it to stop.
All he can think about is that night, a storm pouring buckets over their town, when Benny woke him in the darkness.Â
One single moment can change the way you see even the most fundamental parts of the world. Something that once was beautiful, now bears nothing but pain. Fear and grief. Thatâs the song sung by the rain.
Gale listens to its melody, wondering if itâll ever change its tune.
âYou know,â Bucky says. He presses his whole hand against the cool window glass. His eyes flick momentarily to Galeâs, then back to the view of their backyard. âThe rain is one of the things I missed the most.â
Gale blinks. âMmm?â
Bucky nods. âThe moon is so⌠empty,â he says, frowning. âI mean, itâs amazing. Itâs beautiful. I wish I could go back. But itâs quiet. Unchanging. Dry. I missed water.â
Bucky seems to drift away again after that. One moment, he looks focused, speaking purposefully. The next, his eyes go a little hazy and the expression just drops from his face. He leans his head against Galeâs shoulder, and he stares out the window. Gale half expects him to fall asleep, but just as heâs about to ask Bucky if heâs still with him, Bucky shifts, tilting his head in thought.
âI remember wanting to feel the rain. Iâd pretend I could feel it running over me, soaking my hair. I pretended I could taste it on my tongue. Like when we were kids, yâknow? Playinâ in the puddles.â
Gale stares thoughtfully out the window, trying to see it in the same way. His heart beats a little too fast, though, when he canât shove away the memory of that morning.Â
He tries to smile weakly, pressing his lips to the back of Buckyâs head to hide the way he wants to cry at the memory mixed with the visual of John here, in his arms where he belongs. âCome on,â he says.
Bucky looks at him questioningly, but he doesnât have a chance to resist because Gale is already standing up, crossing the room, retrieving the wheelchair. And then heâs lifting Bucky in his arms and settling him into it.
Bucky shifts in the chair, grimacing as he tries to get his leg positioned right. âWhat are you doing?âÂ
Gale puts a finger up and walks away again, leaving Bucky alone in the middle of the living room in a chair that heâs hardly any good at maneuvering on his own. But he returns moments later with the plastic cover for Buckyâs cast.
âWeâre gonna go outside.â
Bucky blinks at him, then glances out the window again. âIn the rain?â
âMmm.â Gale kneels in front of Bucky, and Bucky watches as Gale gently lifts his bad leg, slips the cover up over the cast and secures the top of it at his knee. Then he helps Bucky get his leg in a comfortable position again. âGood?â
Bucky nods. Gale pats his good leg gently before getting back to his feet and wandering over to the coat closet. He hands Bucky one of his warmer raincoats so he can pull it on over his sweatshirt. âWhat?â Bucky asks when he notices Gale watching him do it. âI can get my own jacket on, Buck.â
What he doesnât realize is that every time he does some menial task on his own, Galeâs heart is working to mend itself back together. Because Bucky doesnât know the conversations Gale had to have with Dr. Huston and Smokey. He doesnât know how terrified Gale was that Bucky would never be able to do these things again.
But outwardly, Gale just rolls his eyes, because Bucky doesnât need to know all that. Not right now. He pulls on his own coat, ruffles Buckyâs curls as he steps behind him, and pushes him towards the front door. Pepper, finally convinced that theyâre doing something worthwhile on this tired, rainy day, gets up from the couch to follow behind them.
The last time Gale stood in the rain, he was dressed in nothing but his work clothes. He stood frozen, drenched to the bone, unable to feel anything at all. Sandra had to save him. His mind flashes to that moment as he walks out the door, pushing Bucky out in front of him. He nearly freezes when he feels the cold raindrops hitting his face. He doesnât bother to put his hood up.
But he notices something: he can feel it now.
As Gale wheels him out to the driveway, Bucky holds out his hands and looks up, closing his eyes as he feels the fat, heavy drops splashing onto his skin, soaking into his hair. Even on the Gulf, the rain is freezing in December, but it makes Bucky feel more alive than he has since he woke up in Starship half dead.Â
Gale steps out from behind him and takes his hand. âSo you didnât have this on the moon?â
Bucky laughs. âIf we did weâd have colonized it by now!â
Pepper runs in circles around them, darting from one side of the driveway to the other with her face to the sky, her thick fur slowly getting matted down. They both laugh as she gets down and rolls in the grass, staining parts of herself green. Gale knows heâll have a hell of a time giving her a bath, but it doesnât matter.Â
He watches Bucky take in the vibrant world around them. The fresh smell of the rain and the salt of the bay. The bright colors of the Earth, the sound of the raindrops pounding the ground. Their house, their street, their dog, the trees and the grass and the water streaming down the road. All of it so alive.Â
When Buckyâs eyes finally reach Gale again, he stops. He raises an eyebrow, a grin brightening his face even as his hair is soaked to his head and his flannel pajama pants have no hope of ever being dry again. âWhat?â He asks.Â
And Gale realizes heâs been staring. He knows he must look like a wet dog, but Bucky looks at him like heâs the most beautiful thing in the world.Â
âI missed you,â Gale says. Like it isnât obvious. Like those words can possibly encapsulate what he means.
Bucky reaches out his other hand and looks at Gale expectantly. âHelp me up.âÂ
Gale looks skeptical, but he hauls Bucky to his feet â or, foot. He keeps one arm around Buckyâs waist, keeping him steady, and Bucky grabs onto his shoulder for balance. Theyâre getting better at it.Â
âNow what?â Gale laughs.Â
Bucky doesnât say a word. Just ducks his head down and presses his lips to Galeâs. Gale freezes in surprise, but itâs not even a second before he closes his eyes and has to remind himself that he needs to be the strong one, keep himself steady, even as he melts. They grip onto one another, holding on for dear life, and Bucky kisses his husband like itâs their wedding day.Â
Gale sighs into it, and he feels Bucky smile. Theyâre both soaked to the bone, but it doesnât matter. Nothing matters other than the two of them together, right here and now.Â
Because, finally, theyâre home.Â
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Iâd be so so keen to read something about Em coming out as bisexual to Aaron (aware youâve had an ask for this I just want to stress the interest đŤśđź)
Itâs something I struggle with myself and the validation of being bisexual is something thatâs very real. It would be lovely to read something like this as something that seems realistic for Em. The way you write is so beautiful and intricate and I know youâd do a wonderful job.
For anyone else reading this - you are valid whoever you are and whoever you choose to love <3
Happy Fridayyyyy!!!
Hi bestie <3
I've been asked to do this a few times, and as a bi girl myself it is very close to my heart. I wanted to make sure I did it justice so waited until it felt right and now really does feel like the time. It is also coming to the end of Bi Visibility week, so here we are!
This feels oddly personal, almost like I'm putting out some pages of a diary out there for people to read, so I hope this is as cathartic to read for those who wanted it as it was to write.
As always, let me know what you think, I'm nervous about this one because it feels important!
-x-
The Past is Never Far
Sheâd told herself for years that sheâd never mention it. It was, after all, not the biggest secret she had kept.
Emily and Aaron walk into an ex of hers when they are out on a date, and it prompts her to tell him something she's not told him before.
Warnings: Coming out (mentions of past bad experiences doing so)
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Emily hums contentedly as she squeezes Aaronâs hand, her eyes catching his as she looks up at him and smiles, âThis is nice.âÂ
He smiles back, relaxed and content and handsome in the fading light as he lifts her hand to kiss her knuckles, âIt is,â he replies, kissing her knuckles again before he tucks their joint hands into his coat pocket to protect them from the chill in the air, âWeâre near that ice cream place you like, we could get some on the way back to the car?âÂ
Date night was something theyâd established early on in their relationship. They had so little time just the two of them so it was important to them both to have this one night every month where they could have just that. Jack would spend the night at Jessicaâs, often pouting that he wanted to come with them too, something Emily and Aaron would salve with love and assurances theyâd all have breakfast together the next day, and the two of them would go to one of their favourite restaurants. The nice weather was fading, summer disappearing into Autumn. It was Emilyâs favourite time of year. Not because her birthday was coming up, or because Jack and Aaronâs were too, but because of the cool air and the sun on her face. The ever-present reminder in the wind about the beauty of change as the colour of the leaves started to fade to orange and gold.Â
Aaron knew she loved this time of year, so heâd been easily convinced to go on a walk with her around the block before they returned to his car and back to their apartment. Sheâd moved in with him and Jack recently, the apartment that was once just theirs hers now too, and they were looking for a house. A place they could buy and call home, something they both wanted so desperately and had been denied for so long.Â
She smiles, leaning in so her shoulder bumps against his, âItâs too cold for ice cream.âÂ
Aaron chuckles and kisses her temple. He stops them on the street, the hand not linked through hers on her hip as he guides her backwards so they donât block the sidewalk. He leans in to kiss her, âYouâre the one who told me itâs never too cold for ice cream,â he replies, leaning in to kiss her, stamping his lips against hers once more before he removes his hand from her hip and digs through his other pocket, smiling in victory as he pulls out a pair of her gloves, âPlus, I came prepared. Your hands wonât get cold and you can still have Rocky Road - the best of both worlds.âÂ
She beams at him and cups his cheek, pulling him in for a kiss before she rests her forehead against his, âI love you.âÂ
âLove you too, sweetheart,â he says, kissing the corner of her mouth before he pulls back and they continue walking down the street, content and happy in each other's company.Â
He buys them ice cream once they make it to the store, a double scoop of Rocky Road for her in a cone and one scoop of coffee in a tub for him. He chuckles at her as a drip of ice cream falls onto her gloves and she narrows her eyes at him, making a point of maintaining eye contact as she licks the remnants of it from the ridge of the cone, her smile wide as she watches him swallow thickly. Sheâs about to say something, to add to the teasing, when she hears a familiar voice behind her, one she hadnât heard in years.Â
âEmily Prentiss?âÂ
Her eyes go wide as she turns around, uncharacteristically caught out as she clears her throat, scrambling for something to say as she comes face to face with a piece of her past she hadnât expected to see again, âCat.âÂ
Cat chuckles as she steps forward, pulling a still shell-shocked Emily into a hug, âI thought it was you, Em,â she says, squeezing her before she steps back, âItâs been a long time. 15 years maybe?âÂ
âCloser to 20,â Emily laughs, the shake to it grabbing Aaronâs attention as he watches the interaction between the two women. Emily looks at him and curses herself internally for getting so flustered, âAaron, this is Catherine Thomas, Cat, weâŚâ she swallows thickly, her lips pressed together to keep the whole truth back, âWe go way back,â she smiles as she turns to Cat, sees a spark in her eyes she hadnât thought about in years, âCat, this is Aaron. My boyfriend.âÂ
Cat smiles and holds her hand out for Aaron and he shakes it, âLovely to meet you, Aaron.âÂ
âYou too,â he replies, looking back and forth between the two women, curious at his girlfriendâs reaction, at the way her shoulders are slightly tight as she watches them interact.Â
âAnyway,â Cat says, looking back at Emily, âMy wife is just getting some ice cream. I canât believe you still come here after all these years.âÂ
Emily nods, âBest ice cream in the city.âÂ
Cat looks up at Aaron, âEmily introduced me to this place when we first met,â she says, smiling fondly at a memory that was just theirs, âAnd I bring my wife and kids here now too.âÂ
Aaron smiles, âMy son loves it here too.âÂ
âCat?âÂ
They all turn at the sound of another womanâs voice to see her standing there with two pre-teens, both of them looking relatively irritated at being forced to spend the evening out with their parents, her expression curious as she looks at her wife. Cat nods and indicates sheâll be over in a minute before she turns back to Emily and Aaron.
âWell,â she says, âIâve been summoned. It was good to see you, Emily. You seem well,â she hugs her again, something Emily returns, careful not to drip ice cream on her back.
âNice to see you too, Cat,â she says, smiling as she pulls back, her gaze falling on her family behind them, âYour family is beautiful.âÂ
âThank you,â Cat beams before she looks at Aaron, âNice to meet you, Aaron.â
âNice to meet you too,â he replies. They watch as Cat walks back to her family, gratefully taking her ice cream from her wife as she makes it to her side, saying something they canât hear, âShe seems nice.âÂ
âYeah,â Emily says, feeling out of sorts from the flashback to a past life, something from so long ago it felt like it had happened to someone else. A part of her she kept secret, even from Aaron, âShe is.âÂ
âShall we go home?â He offers, his gaze on her as she smiles at him, a tenseness to it that she doesnât hide well as her eyes meet his. She nods, shaking her head to rid herself of the feeling that had settled over her the last few minutes. The strange mix of nostalgia for her past when she was young and unburdened by responsibility and everything to come, and happiness for someone sheâd once loved, all whilst she stood next to the person she knew was the love of her life, the man sheâd spend the rest of her life with.Â
âYeah,â she says, smiling as she presses her lips together, her focus back on her ice cream as she eats some more, âLetâs go home.âÂ
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She thinks about it for a couple of days.
Sheâd told herself for years that sheâd never mention it, her relationship with Cat and the other women sheâd dated over the years, because it wasnât relevant. Since sheâd come back to DC, still on uneven ground after being Lauren Reynolds and being with Ian, sheâd only dated men. It wasnât a purposeful act, not something sheâd particularly tried to do, but it had happened. So it meant telling her friends, her new family, seem unimportant.Â
It was, after all, not the biggest secret she was keeping from them.
Sheâd never even told her mother. Sure that, at best, her reaction would be to tell her it was âjust a phase.â At worst, she was sure her motherâs rather selective catholicism would make itself known, and she didnât want to put herself through it. Instead, she kept the few relationships sheâd had with women from her, and the one time sheâd met Cat sheâd introduced her as a friend, something that she hadnât known at the time would start to unravel their relationship. The first pull at the thread that held them together, Catâs confidence in her sexuality so much stronger than Emilyâs had been at the time. Cat had been out and proud the entire time sheâd known her, and, in the long run, their difference in how they approached it would never have worked.Â
There were times when Emily had considered telling the team. When sheâd make eyes at a woman across a bar when they were all out together, but sheâd always chicken out, even with her tongue loosened and her cheeks warmed by tequila. People, mostly ex-boyfriends, had reacted poorly before. Either telling her that bi-sexual wasnât a real thing, dismissing something sheâd always known to be true about herself, or over-sexualising it, a familiar look in their eyes as they saw how her sexuality could benefit them.Â
After Paris, she decided sheâd simply keep it to herself. Her friend's view of her had been changed anyway, the person they thought she was dead and gone, buried in the grave that had always been empty. She couldnât bear to do it again, to once again change what they thought they knew about her, even for something like this, so she didnât. Even when she started dating Aaron, sweet, kind loving, Aaron who had never been anything but supportive and unflinching whenever she told him anything she hesitated.
Ever since theyâd walked into Cat, she felt the need to tell him. To uncover this last final part of herself that sheâd kept hidden away. He knew everything about Ian. He knew about Rome. It was time he knew about this too.Â
Even though she wants to tell him, she feels nervous. A familiar kind of anxiety settles in her chest as she snuggles up on the couch with him one night, determined to not put it off any longer. Jack was in bed, safe and asleep in his room down the hall, and the TV was on, a movie theyâd watched countless times before fading into the background as she sinks into her boyfriendâs side. She presses her face against his shoulder, breathing him in, breathing in the last few moments of how things were before she changed them forever.Â
âI need to tell you something,â she says, her words partially muffled by his shirt before she pulls back, her brows furrowed as she corrects herself, âActually, I donât need to tell you. But I want to.âÂ
He watches her carefully for a moment before he nods, reaching for the remote to turn off the TV, ensuring she has all of his attention. He turns so heâs facing her, his knee skimming her thigh as she turns too, her focus on the top of the couch. She tugs nervously at a loose thread, a nervous habit heâs grateful distracts her from her cuticles. He thinks of the ring he has tucked away in his sock drawer, of how he pictures her twisting it around her finger when she is nervous or worried. He reaches out for her, frowning when she jumps ever so slightly when his hand lands on her knee. He squeezes gently, smiling even though she doesnât look up at him.
âYou can tell me anything, you know that,â he assures her, and she nods, her lips pressed together as she continues to pull at the thread on the couch.Â
âYouâŚâ she swallows thickly, her eyes closed as she trips over the words sheâd practised in her head for days, âYou remember that woman we bumped into the other day, Cat?â She asks, her eyes darting up to his face as he nods, âSheâŚshe wasnât just a friend. She was my girlfriend. We dated for almost a year when we were both in college,â she blows out a breath, her chest shuddering with it, feeling somehow lighter and heavier at the same time with the admission, âIâm Bisexual.âÂ
Her words hang in the air around them and she holds her breath, waiting for his reaction, unable to bring herself to look at him, worried about what sheâd find.Â
âThank you for telling me,â he says, his words even and calm, his softness so jarring she looks up at him fast enough it cricks her neck, a pain she barely feels as he carries on, âAnd thank you for trusting me - I know that canât have been easy.âÂ
She chokes on a humourless laugh, âThatsâŚthatâs it?âÂ
He smiles at her, his dimples carved out in his cheeks in a way she loves, and he squeezes her knee, âDid youâŚwant a different reaction?âÂ
âNo,â she replies, shaking her head, choking on something she canât name - a sound between a sob and a laugh caught in her chest, âNo, not at all. Iâve just never had someone react soâŚwell before.âÂ
He furrows his brow, âWhat do you mean, sweetheart?âÂ
She laughs bitterly and shakes her head, wiping away a tear she hadnât expected until she felt it on her cheek, âI once had an ex-boyfriend ask me if it meant we could have a threesome,â she says, scrunching her nose up at the memory. She looks at Aaron and smiles at the pure horror on his face, his brow furrowing in indignation for a past version of her, âI broke up with him when it became very clear he already had a list of women whoâd be âup for itâ at the ready.âÂ
He clenches his jaw, âIâm sorry he reacted like that,â he replies, âYou deserved better than that. You deserve better.âÂ
She presses her lips together and shakes her head lovingly as more tears slip past her lash line, âWell, I have better now,â she says, playing her hand over his on her knee, linking their fingers together, âDo you have any questions?âÂ
âHave you dated any other women?â He asks softly, curious more than anything, and she nods, running her thumb back and forth over his hand.Â
âYeah, a couple of others but none as serious as my relationship with Cat. And Iâve had a few dates and drunken hook-ups,â she replies, her cheeks burning with embarrassment she knows she shouldn't feel.Â
âHave you always known?â
She nods, âSince I was pretty young,â she smiles her lips pressed together at the memory, âLetâs just say, The Dukes of Hazzard was a bit of an awakening. Luke Duke was hotâŚand so was Daisy Duke.âÂ
He smiles and squeezes her hand, lifting it to kiss her knuckles, âWhat made you tell me now?âÂ
She blows out a slow breath, âAfter we walked into Cat, I realised I didnât want to hide it from you anymore. All the reasons I had for doing so suddenly didnât make any sense.âÂ
He pulls her into a hug, his arm tight around her as he kisses her cheek, âIâm glad you told me,â he says, smiling as she turns her head to kiss him.
âIâm glad I did too,â she replies, nudging her nose against his, âIâŚI was so worried it would change how you looked at me.âÂ
He frowns and pulls back to look at her, shaking his head as he tucks some of her hair behind her ear, âNever,â he assures her, âNothing ever could. Especially this.âÂ
She furrows her brow and tilts her head at him, âWhat do you mean?âÂ
He sighs as he chooses his words carefully, âYouâve always been bi, sweetheart, right? Itâs been part of who you are as long as Iâve known you, and itâs been part of you as long as Iâve loved you,â he smiles as he reaches out to wipe away a tear from her cheek, âSo it doesnât change anything because itâs always been who you are, even if you hadnât told me.âÂ
She leans forward, her forehead against his neck as she breathes him in again, the world the same as it had been before sheâd told him, but somehow different too. His understanding of her deeper but everything else unchanged. She takes a moment to hold him close, and she plays everything heâd said back in her head. A conversation sheâd remember again and again as a reminder of how much he loved her, how well he loved her. Something she thinks that, after everything, she might just deserve. She furrows her brow as she thinks about it, the way heâd said part of all those wonderful things catching in her chest. Aaron was purposeful in everything. Not calculated, but purposeful. He never said anything he didnât mean, and she narrows her eyes at him as she pulls back.Â
âWaitâŚyou said âeven if I hadnât told youâŚâ she tilts her head as he clears his throat, avoiding her eye contact, âOh my god - you knew?âÂ
He sighs, scratching the back of his head with the hand not tangled up in hers, âSweetheart-â
She scoffs and lightly hits his chest, her cheeks burning at the thought that sheâd got herself so worked up over something he apparently already knew, âWhy didnât you say anything?âÂ
He smiles at her indignation, catching her hand before she slaps his chest again for laughing at her. He kisses her knuckles and smiles fondly at her, disarming her ability to be annoyed at him so easily sheâs annoyed at herself.Â
âIt wasnât my place to, Em,â he says, âItâs your story to tell.âÂ
She knows heâs right and she huffs out a breath, her cheek against his shoulder as she pouts in a way sheâd deny if he brought it up, âHow the hell did you know?âÂ
âAs someone who has been in love with you for much longer than I care to admit, I paid close attention to your interactions with anyone I thought might be flirting with you,â he smiles as she tilts her head to look at him, âIt didnât take long to realise you have chemistry with literally every person you ever meet.âÂ
She suppresses a laugh, her lips pressed together as one more wave of anxiety rolls through her, âAnd you donât mind?âÂ
He shakes his head, leaning in to kiss her, his hand on her cheek to hold her in place, âIf anything, it just makes me feel even more lucky that out of everyone you could be with you chose to be with me.âÂ
She sighs but it catches in her chest, love for him filling her lungs so fast she canât catch her breath, âOh, no honey,â she says, placing her hand over his on her cheek, shaking her head as he catches a tear the moment it slips free from her lashes, âIâm the lucky one.âÂ
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A Genius' Birthday Surprise: A Dose of Affection
Summary: "You...remembered my birthday!? Ahem... If you wish to give me a present, make it either a talented assistant or a useful test subject." -Yuri's Birthday voiceline.
The laboratory was a whirlwind of organized chaos. Papers cluttered the desks, test tubes filled with colorful liquids lined the shelves, and the faint hum of machinery punctuated the air. Amidst it all stood Yuri Isami, the self-proclaimed âgenius and visionary.â His teal hair caught the sterile fluorescent light, and the sharp lines of his blazer gave him an air of authority. He was focused, as always, hunched over his latest experiment, a hint of classical music drifting from the speakers in the background.
âYuri!â you called, stepping into the lab, your heart fluttering with excitement. You had been planning for days, secretly preparing a small celebration for his birthday. His stern expression flickered, momentarily softened by curiosity as he turned to face you.
âWhat is it?â he snapped, though the edge in his voice didnât quite mask the intrigue in his teal eyes.
âI, um, wanted to surprise you,â you stammered, revealing slowly a perfectly wrapped cake in a box behind you. âHappy birthday!â
He blinked, an unusual flush creeping into his pale cheeks. âYou⌠remembered my birthday!?â His voice rose a bit, disbelief painted on his features. You could almost see the gears in his mind grinding to a halt. This was the most flustered you had ever seen him, and it was adorable.
âOf course! I made you a cake andââ
âAhem!â He cleared his throat, regaining his composure, but the slight tremor in his chin betrayed him. âIf you wish to give me a present, I need either a talented assistant or a useful test subject.â
You couldnât help but chuckle at his self-importance. âI think Iâm the best present you could ask for, Yuri.â
His eyes narrowed, half-annoyed, half-amused. âIs that so?â
âAbsolutely! Besides, who else would keep your ego in check?â you teased, walking over to the table where the cake rested, a masterpiece adorned with intricate teal and white frostingâa nod to his signature colors.
Yuriâs gaze flickered from you to the cake, a subtle shift in his posture as he approached. âWhatâs this?â
âYour birthday cake!â You couldnât hide your grin as you watched him examine it. âI thought you might like it.â
He scoffed, trying to appear disinterested, but the glimmer of curiosity in his eyes betrayed his excitement. âYou think you can impress me with mere baked goods?â
You smirked, folding your arms. âWant to find out?â
He rolled his eyes, but there was a playful spark in his demeanor. âFine. Iâll indulge you. But if itâs terrible, youâll have to assist me in my next projectâendlessly.â
You cut a slice and handed it to him, your heart racing as he took a tentative bite. The silence that followed was agonizing.
His eyes widened, and for a moment, he looked like a child who had just discovered the joy of sweets. âThis⌠is surprisingly not bad,â he admitted, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips.
âYes!â you exclaimed, thrilled at his reaction. âI knew youâd love it!â
His expression shifted, the corners of his mouth lifting into a genuine smile, revealing a side of him you seldom saw. âYou have potential as a baker. Perhaps I wonât need to look for a talented assistant just yet.â
You beamed at his compliment, warmth blooming in your chest. âSee? I can be useful beyond just being your assistant.â
âOr a test subject,â he quipped, a smirk returning to his face, yet his eyes softened with a warmth you had come to cherish.
As the afternoon wore on, the cake vanished between laughter and banter. Yuri began to share bits of his ambitious dreams, revealing the passionate visionary behind the facade of arrogance. His fierce desire to revolutionize medicine and the vulnerability hidden beneath his bravado intrigued you.
âYou really care about your work,â you observed, watching him as he animatedly gestured with his hands, the teal of his eyes shining with fervor.
âOf course! The world needs to recognize my genius,â he replied, but there was a sincerity to his tone that made your heart flutter.
âAnd you want someone to see it too,â you whispered, half-teasing, half-serious.
Yuri paused, his gaze fixing on yours, an intensity igniting in the air between you. âPerhaps. But itâs difficult to trust anyone with my vision. Most canât keep up.â
âMaybe you just need to let them in,â you said softly, the moment stretching between you.
He shifted slightly, the distance between you shrinking as the atmosphere thickened with unspoken words. âAnd what if they donât measure up?â
âThen you help them rise to the occasion,â you replied, your voice steady despite the racing of your heart.
He looked at you, truly looked, and in that gaze, you sensed a shiftâa willingness to be vulnerable. âI⌠might consider that.â
With the remnants of cake dusting your fingers and the soft glow of the labâs lights around you, you realized this birthday was unlike any other. It wasnât just about celebrating a genius but finding a connection, two ambitious spirits navigating their world together.
As the afternoon melted into evening, the teasing returned, but now it felt like a gentle danceâtwo people learning to balance ambition and affection. In Yuriâs eyes, you saw the glimmer of something deeper, a promise of shared dreams and a bond that went beyond the laboratory.
Maybe, just maybe, heâd finally found a worthy assistant. And you were ready to be his greatest experiment yet.
Ao3 vers.
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i hate being a flowey fan istg i will see your posts and go "FLOWEYYYY!!! FLOWEYYYY!!!!!!" it is pain
ok but on a related note what if. flowey was just a little guy. what if he was a little guy and he ate his raisin cookies and he made fun of people who don't like raisins and called them babies and he's mean??? let my man REST.
ok ok stay with me but. flowey friday. flowey friday and you have to be nice to him. it's not his birthday or anything but you have to be nice to him it's his day no mean posts. that would be a good holiday i think
Flowey Friday!! FiNaGLC is banned on Flowey Friday. Let the guy have silly little timelines where he doesnât do much at all. He chooses the funniest possible dialogue option every time. He speedruns. He reads books. He acts out 1-man Shakespeare plays and everyone applauds. He calls Sans Smiley Trashbag and laughs at his jokes when he thinks he isnât looking. He takes a nap. He wakes up early and catches Sans napping and draws on his face with marker. He doesnât realize that his own face already has a overly detailed mustache on it. He âpsychologically manipulatesâ Papyrus into getting a cookie from the cookie jar. (He asked politely.) Frisk ropes him into their overelaborate Warrior Cats roleplay. He hates every moment of it but that wonât keep him from having fun. He and Papyrus play sudden death frisbee (nobody dies). Everyone has an art contest and Flowey vandalizes the winnerâs art. Everyone agrees it looks better that way, much to Floweyâs annoyance. Alphys and Undyen hatewatch MMKC 2. Flowey accidentally catches a glimpse, and even though he doesnât at all care about anime obviously he just canât believe that they forgot all about the main cast and that itâs been two whole seasons and he still hasnât seen his favorite character from the first movie so he just has to watch this show because itâs just that bad and heâs angry andâWhat do you MEAN, he was the twist villain? And before he knows it heâs having an angry discussion about the ramifications of the antagonistâs character and his relevance in that role. Also, he kicks Friskâs butt at Smash.
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