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spaceman-earthgirl · 3 years ago

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Hello, lovely, Jess! If you're open to a prompt, could you maybe do one with Lena texting Alex letting her know she'd be out of town, and Alex lets her know she's with Kara and Lena asks how's she doing and Alex tells her. Lena changes her plans (it could go either way with her postponing her trip or calling Kara up and inviting her to come along since they both could use each other's company with everything that's happened plus Kara leaning in and all that they have some things to talk about).

Based loosely on this prompt but also what I wanted to happen at the end of the episode.

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Kara’s page is still blank, besides the title blinking back at her. She’d told Alex she knew what she was going to write for her article, but words aren’t forming in her mind, it keeps slipping back, to that fear, to that cold, the only thing keeping her grounded right now is Alex still pressed into her side.

So, she focuses on that instead, on her sister’s warmth, her steady heartbeat, the smell of her shampoo and the sound of each breath, reminding Kara that she’s still here, that she’s home.

Kara hears the message tone of Alex’s phone sound from her sister’s pocket, hears her sister shuffle slightly to get access to it. She wonders if it’s Kelly, wondering where her girlfriend is. She selfishly hopes it isn’t, hopes Alex doesn’t have to leave, hopes her sister will stay a bit longer. She’d meant what she said before, she doesn’t want to be alone anymore.

“Lena’s leaving.”

The words startle Kara. She knows, she’s been trying very hard not to think about it. She swallows. “I know, she called me earlier.” It had been a hard conversation, Kara almost asking her to stay as Lena told her she was leaving. But she hadn’t, she’d bit her tongue, held back her tears, and wished Lena good luck. She didn’t want to be selfish with Lena, she wanted her to be able to find the answers she was looking for, she deserves that much.

But that doesn’t mean she’s not upset that she’s leaving, that doesn’t mean that she doesn’t wish Lena could’ve stayed here, with her.

“Hey, are you okay?” Alex asks, Kara not realising that tears are spilling from her eyes again until Alex wipes a hand across her cheek.

“I-“ The words get caught in her throat as Alex wraps her arms around her again. She presses her face into Alex’s shoulder, her breaths coming in gasps as she thinks more about Lena, how she’s going away, how she won’t be near, how she won’t be able to just listen for her heartbeat across the city or drop on her balcony to see her.

She wonders if she listens now, will she still be able to hear Lena’s heartbeat? Or has she already left.

She doesn’t test the idea, not sure how she’ll react if she can’t hear it now.

“I’ve got you, you’re home,” Alex says, whispering reassurances as she holds Kara, Kara’s breaths coming quicker at the words, turning to sobs because she is home, but Lena’s also her home, and she’s acutely aware that she’s missing.

Eventually, Kara’s breathing slows, as she focuses on Alex, on her warm hand on her back and the quiet words she’s still whispering. She wipes at her eyes, shifts so her head falls to Alex’s shoulder, not quite ready to let her go but also not wanting to look her in the eye yet either.

Alex moves again, not away, but she reaches for her phone once more. Kara wonders if she’s texting Kelly, to tell her she won’t be home tonight.

She asks just in case.

“Will you stay tonight?”

“Of course.” Alex squeezes her hand. “I’m not going anywhere.”

They sit like that for a while longer, Kara listening to Alex tell her stories of things she’d missed while she was away. Only the good things, Kara notices, but she likes that, likes to imagine that if she had never come back, they’d all be okay.

A knock at the door cuts Alex off mid sentence, both turning to glance at the door from their position still seated on the floor.

“I’ll get it, don’t worry, it’s probably just Kelly,” Alex says, pressing a kiss to the side of Kara’s head as she stands.

Kara doesn’t check, just turns back to her computer screen, the blank page almost taunting her now. Andrea is not going to be happy if she doesn’t write anything, but Kara finds right now, she doesn’t care.

“Lena?”

The name catches Kara’s attention, her eyes flashing quickly to where Alex is at the door, and there, standing in her doorway, is Lena.

Kara’s breath catches as Lena’s eyes meet hers, pressure building behind Kara’s eyes again. She tries to hold the sudden tears at bay and usually she wouldn’t listen to a conversation across the room, usually she’d let it just be a dull murmur, but not this time, this time she’s tuned in to every word, tuned into the quick heartbeat of the woman at the door.

“Can I see Kara?” Lena asks, her eyes still on Kara even though she’s talking to Alex.

“Of course, come in.”

Lena’s eyes never leave Kara’s as she crosses the room.

Kara thinks she might break under her look.

Lena only hesitates for a moment before she removes her shoes, taking the seat Alex had occupied only a moment ago, tucking her legs beneath her. She’s not touching Kara once she’s settled, but she’s close, close enough that Kara can feel her warmth beside her.

“Hi,” Kara swallows, fresh tears welling in her eyes despite her best efforts to keep them away. “What are you doing here?”

“Your sister texted,” Lena says, her voice low, the sound washing over Kara. “I wanted to come and see you before I left.”

Oh, so that’s who Alex must’ve been texting earlier.

Speaking of Alex, she can see her sister in her peripheral vision, lingering in the kitchen. She’s glad her sister is giving them some space.

“When do you leave?” Kara manages to ask as she reaches out, fingers brushing the hem of Lena’s jacket, just to make sure she’s actually here.

“Soon, the jet is waiting for me, whenever I’m ready.”

There’s a long pause after Lena’s words, her eyes still on Kara. It makes Kara want to retreat, want to hide, want to shut her eyes and hope Lena can’t see everything that’s going through Kara’s mind right now.

“I hope you find what you’re looking for,” Kara eventually says, fighting back tears and the other words that rise in her throat, words that ask Lena to stay, or words that tell Lena how she feels. That’s not what Lena needs right now.

“Kara, I-“ Lena starts, stops herself as she looks away. When she looks back, there are tears in her eyes too. Kara reaches out when one spills, catches it with her thumb, wipes it from Lena’s cheek.

“Come here,” Kara says, tugging Lena forward and then they’re hugging, Kara needing the contact as much as Lena does, if the way the other woman leans into the embrace is any indication.

“Come with me,” Lena says, the words brushing against Kara’s neck as she says them. If Kara didn’t have superhearing, she might have missed them but she hears them loud and clear.

“What?” Kara asks anyway, pulling away to look at Lena, so close now in their half embrace.

“I want to find out more about my mother, I do, but that’s only part of the reason I was leaving.” Lena’s fingers tangle in the collar of Kara’s sweater. “I was leaving, or running is more of an apt description, I was running because it scared me, how much I felt, seeing you again. I was running to give myself some space to sort out my feelings, but then Alex texted and said you were upset and I couldn’t leave, I just couldn’t, not knowing you were upset. You mean too much to me and I was stupid to ever try to leave, not when the thought of being away from you again hurts so much.

“So, come with me, you deserve a break too. Or I’ll stay here, whatever you want.”

Kara’s crying now too as she leans forward, her forehead falling to rest against Lena’s. She takes a deep breath, feels like she can properly breathe for the first time since Lena told her she was leaving, knowing she’s not losing her.

“You’ll really stay, if I ask you too?” Kara asks, hands at the back of Lena’s neck, holding her close, hoping this isn’t some dream she’s about to wake up from.

“I will,” Lena says, the words brushing against Kara’s mouth as Lena tilts forward and then Kara doesn’t really think about it, she just acts, her chin tipping up slightly and then she’s kissing Lena, lips molding under hers as Lena kisses back, no hesitance in the touch.

It only lasts a few moments, before they’re pulling away, but it’s like Kara’s whole world has been flipped on its head, warmth spreading through her body, finally feeling warm after all those cold days and nights in the Phantom Zone.

“I don’t want to lose you,” Kara says, fingers tangling in the hair at Lena’s neck.

“You won’t,” Lena replies, and she sounds so sure, that Kara believes her.

“Can we stay here for a bit?” Kara asks, eyes finding Alex in the kitchen, who’s staring at them, wide-eyed. Clearly, she wasn’t the only one who didn’t see this coming. “I’m not ready to leave Alex yet.” She turns back to Lena, finds the other woman smiling at her. “But then later, in a few weeks, I’d really like to go away with you, help you find more out about your mother.”

“Of course,” Lena says. She tilts her head again, but this time to press a kiss to Kara’s forehead. “I’d really like that too.”

Her article gets abandoned, but Kara doesn’t care, not when she ends up on the couch, a movie playing on the TV screen that’s she’s barely paying attention to. Alex is on one side of her, head resting on Kara’s shoulder, snoring lightly, and on the other is Lena, their tangled hands resting in Lena’s lap as Lena plays with her fingers.

Kara never thought she’d feel this happy ever again but here she is, back with her sister and her best friend who isn’t just her best friend anymore.

#supergirl #supercorp #kara danvers #lena luthor #danvers sisters #I'll post this on ao3 later #supergirl 6x08 #ask #anon #thanks for the prompt

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buysomecheese · 2 years ago

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Hello I have very few thoughts as of rn, mainly just a little tiny collection with no direction but.

I am Big Link kin, I love him he is so like me if I were a bit more autistic. I value honesty so much, I want a close relationship with my family but I keep feeling my trust in them slip for reasons out of their control, I’m growing from being incredibly sheltered to being thrust into adulthood way faster than my change-resistant mind can handle properly

I have had many friends who pull a Scary- looking for the trauma that validates their angst, having repressed what already does that so just Feeling without Remembering (her bio dad is definitely going to keep coming up I’m sure), friends who jump into manipulative relationships with less than a second thought because at least they’re getting attention (completely ignoring the attention coming from friends, people their age, people who actually fr care)

It’s exhausting to have that keep happening, over and over again, and keep trying to act supportive (like Norm). At some point you need to put yourself first- at some point, you need to kick them out of your house. I’ve had to do that, much more quietly than Link does but there aren’t world-ending consequences to our friendship so y’know no dead people.

But the idea of being able to come back from that, to find that person again when they’re on a path of healing and they’re trying to get/be better, and being able to support them through that, is really just a great little fantasy. To meet these people I’ve cut off and have a conversation, to see the changes they’ve made, and then getting to talking more and stumbling our way into a relationship I think would be great. We’ve already seen the worsts of each other, but we’ve both healed so much from that point

Because of the nature of this podcast and the fact that they won’t go That long with a timeskip, the ideal gothcleats (in my eyes) lives in a ‘everything is fine and normal’ au. How I like the idea of gothcleats in canon though would probably be different? Uh more like. Scary keeps up the energy she had in the more beginning of the episode, during the zone of truth, complimenting Norm (even though it sounded fake y’know) and trying to gain trust back slowly and genuinely trying to be good. She’ll have setbacks, because she’s a teen and she’s a child and she’s hurt and she’s not getting therapy, but this time around she’ll try and be receptive to her friends’ help. And she’ll try to apologize and mean it, and they’ll be able to give her the space she needs to grow. And Link will give her the Most space, because his trust cannot be regained that quickly

Those two get into a little arguement one day, Link is still untrusting of Scary and it’s been a while so she feels a bit patronized, a bit like Link doesn’t even think she’s capable of change. And Link is a little more traumatized (circa the Whole World they live in), he’s gotten a little better at lying (mainly at just hiding the truth sometimes tbh), and he casts Zone of Truth right as he feels things are getting heated. So they both say some things, and Scary just keeps being apologetic. And kind. And says words in levels of sincerity Link never thought he’d hear, and he feels bad and tells her about the Zone and she’s mad at that because she said what she was going to say anyways, she knows h doesn’t trust her, but jeez does she get no respect?

(Idk how spells work and I don’t Want to know, idc if that’s not how it works)

And yea after that Link makes brownies and invites her over and sincerely apologizes and then he gets his own space to reflect and grow and whatever and then they both end up making each other better, with the support of their friends, and then they fall in love <3

And it’s nothing like their ‘ideal’ lives, nothing like the simulation lives they both lived- for Link, him and Scary are chaotic. They’re fun, but they still have roller coasters and fights and she’s nothing like Kris. Well, both Kris and Scary are incredibly headstrong, but that’s about where the similarities end. For Scary, her and Link are the opposite. They’re domestic; yes, they fight sometimes, but they talk about it afterwards over a cup of tea (or hot chocolate). She picked up smoking or drinking or some other bad habit in order to block out traumas and guilt, and dropped it immediately when she saw how sad Link got about it. Her life is nothing like the rockstar one she could’ve led, but she’s surprised to say she wouldn’t want it any other way

(I am also on a base level just. Really into goth girls so that’s part of Why I ship it. I just think they’re an interesting dynamic and I wrote wayy more than I thought I would. It’s the cafe ambiance)

Thinking about gothcleats and why I Love it but am also Silent about it (very vague thoughts rn but something something projection idk!)

#scary marlowe #lincoln li wilson #link wilson #gothcleats #dndads #dungeons and daddies #dungeons & daddies #pfft this is a full on 'I'm writing their future' I just meant for some like. bullet points or something wtf #anyways I'm still way more invested in LinkxKris but. gothcleats is so good and I didn't even start thinking about like queer identities or-#-anything

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lottiebagleywritesobx · 3 years ago

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Tequila confessions

JJ lets out a sigh at the sight of his best friend. He'd been late to the kegger and more than ready to relax and have fun with his friends, he knew almost immediately that his plans were going to be very different.

"JAIII," She's slurring as she shouts, stumbling a little over nothing as she approaches him.

"Hey sunshine," He coos lightly, tucking her into his side as he points Kie a sharp glare.

She holds her hands up in surrender "That girl is crazy," Kie defends, causing the girl to let out a gasp, turning to fight back but seemingly forgetting she was mad in the first place when she actually sees Kie, instead moving to go and hug her friend, she's kept in place though by JJ's arm around her shoulder.

"Seriously Kie, I asked you to keep an eye out for her for like a couple hours cause I had work," JJ complains, it was no secret amongst the pogues that she couldn't hold her drinks, she could casually drink on the boat all day but the minute she was in a party setting she would wind up pissed.

"It's not my fault girls from school wanted to do tequila shots and-"

"Shit! You know she voms on tequila," JJ grumbles

"No, we don't all know every little thing about her," Kie defends, JJ rolls his eyes, glancing to see if she had realised what Kiara meant, she seemed to be entertaining herself by playing with the ends of his fingers that hang around her shoulder. "C'mon, I'll get you a beer," Kie offers.

JJ sighs, he does want to drink with his friends, smoke a bit too. It had been a long day and he needed to relax. He knows though that if his best friend has done tequila shots she'll be feeling ill within minutes and he wants to be able to look after her properly.

"I should probably skip, get this one home," He admits, squeezing the girl in his arms a little, seemingly drawing her attention back to him.

"I'm not going home," She argues, still slurring

"Sunshine, you gotta. You'll be feeling poorly soon and-"

He cuts himself off when she makes a dash for it. Leaving his tight grip and sprinting across the beach to John B who reaches out immediately to steady her and stop her from falling.

"Fuck it. Where's the beer Kie?" JJ decides.

He settles at the campfire, drinking slowly so as to stay sober and look after her when she inevitably needs him. A group of touron girls are talking to him, pawing for attention and he's half listening, his eyes are zoned in on her though.

He watched as she danced with Sarah.

He watched as she played beer pong with some kook boys, not sure if he was mad because she was already drunk enough or because they all kept trying to touch her. He figured it's probably the latter.

He watched as she splashed Pope in the shallow water.

Unable to help himself, a large grin spreads across his face as he watches her approach him. She's reaching out and making grabby hands at him, confidently shoving her way through the girls surrounding him to sit next to him. She doesn't need to worry about it, he's always dropped everything to be with her.

She sits silently, head cocked to the side, eyeing JJ with great concentration despite her glassy eyes. He takes the moment to look at her, glowing in the light from the fire and biting her bottom lip slightly, she always does when she's focused.

"Your face is stupid but I like it. I like your stupid...it's so...I like it. Can I touch it?"

"Course you can sunshine," He's grinning widely and can practically feel himself melting when her hand reaches out, stroking his cheek gently.

"JJ can I tell you something?" She's trying to whisper but her voice is no where near quiet, hand still cupping his face.

"You can tell me anything," He reassures, hand going to her knee to rub comforting circles on the skin

"I feel icky,"

"You wanna leave?" He asks, his voice soft

"I wanna be with you,"

"Well obviously I'm leaving with you, christ sunshine, wasn't just gonna let you wander off home all alone,"

"But you just got here and then I'll ruin your night-" He can tell she's about to ramble so he decides to cut it off quickly

"I'd rather be with you anyway. Alright?" He speaks so softly that if anyone who knew him and hadn't seen him around her before were to see they'd struggle to believe it was him at all.

JJ prides himself on how attentive he is to her needs. No matter the situation he knows what she wants.

Tonight is no different, she's leaning over the toilet of the chateau, JJ is standing behind her rubbing her back comfortingly as he holds her hair back.

She pulls away from the toilet, her face a little sweaty and immediately JJ is passing her a glass of water. She pats the floor next to her and JJ immediately sits. "I wanna give you something," She sighs, her head falling to JJ's shoulder as she hiccups a little

"What is it?" He asks, hand once again finding it's home on her knee, his thumb rubbing gently

"My heart. I wanna give you my heart. How do I do it?" She springs up off his shoulder again, looking at him intensely

"Might take a surgery, we'll leave that one for tomorrow yeah?" He questions gently. He knows he can't let himself, even for a second, think she means what's she's saying. She's intoxicated and she's a sappy drunk and he can't set himself up for that kind of heart break.

"Tomorrow though?"

"Yeah sunshine," He nods.

"You're my best friend JJ, but don't tell Kie," She whispers, although it's still not quiet

"You're mine. But don't tell John B," He hums in response, watching her with a wide smile as she grins, rocking back and forth a little.

"I really love you," She admits, her eyes almost look scared

"I really love you too,"

"No like I really love you. Like I wanna have your babies and be with you all the time kinda love you,"

"You are drunk. You don't know what you're saying," He's more telling himself than her.

"NO!" She shouts, gasping dramatically as though she's offended. "I'm not drunk. If I was drunk could I do this?"

He sits silently for a few seconds, watching as she seems to glare at him instensly.

"What is it you are doing sunshine?" He questions

"I-I'm sending you my love. Did you not get it?" She almost looks like she's about to cry and JJ acts quickly, pulling her into a tight hug. "Can we sleep now blondie?"

"Of course sunshine," He agrees immediately. He lifts her from the floor with ease, placing her onto the bed in the room that might as well belong to him. He makes her down another water, helping her out of her jean shorts and crop top and helping her into one of his tshirts. Passing her a cotton pad with her makeup remover on.

She snuggles into the mattress pulling the duvet up to just under her eyes as she watches JJ get ready for bed. He turns around to face her "Thought you were taking your makeup off sweetheart?"

"No. I want cuddles,"

"You can have cuddles after you take your make up off," he instructs, she sighs dramatically but rubs at her face with the cotton pad.

He climbs into bed next to her, opening his arms and immediately she snuggles into them, tucking her head under his chin and wrapping her arms around him, he holds her close, rubbing her back gently.

"I really am in love with you JJ,"

"Tell me again after you've slept and I'll be yours. Okay sunshine?"

"Okay," She agrees, smiling when she feels him press a kiss to the top of her head "You'll say it back though, right?" She questions, her voice slowly becoming more drowsy

"I promise,"

JJ wakes up to see her still in his arms. She's awake though, staring at him from his chest.

"Are you watching me sleep like a creeper?"

"Are you gonna say it?" She enquires immediately, he doesn't like the way his heart swells, maybe she meant it? maybe it wasn't just her drunk ramblings?

"You need to learn how to hack a drink," He scolds lightly

"Not that JJ,"

"I'm in love with you," He speaks quietly, she jumps immediately, sitting up to straddle him and pulling him up with her.

"I wanna kiss you,"

"Then kiss me," He grins, he doesn't think he's ever been happier.

"I haven't brushed my teeth,"

"I don't care," He laughs a little and she giggles

"I do. C'mon," She pulls him from the bed to follow her.

They brush their teeth, JJ's arms wrapped around her waist as they do so and the second both their toothbrushes are back in the little holder his lips are on hers.

He kisses gently, like he's been waiting for this his whole life and he wants to savour every last second. She figures that maybe he has been.

"JJ, did I mention having your kids last night?" She whispers, foreheads pressed together.

"Yeah. You are never living it down sunshine," He's beaming as she giggles, leaning up to press her lips back to his.

#jj maybank #jj #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank x y/n #obx fic #obx #jj maybank fic

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baekhvuns · 4 years ago

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Hey if you're taking requests, could you do a reaction when ateez are feeling yknow 👀👀 but then you leave them hanging 👉🏻👈🏻

ateez reaction ; requested (s)

。。。ateez feeling horny but you leave them hanging ( okay but idk if i did this right i think it somehow turned into you teasing them . . )

── kim hongjoong

your husband hongjoong was very touchy this entire week, at first you ignored it as if it was a plague but when he kept continuing the subtle touches, you couldn’t help but give in.

but of course, not with a little bit of a twist. knowing how just a few weeks prior, you were doing the same to hongjoong but he left you hanging, frustrated sexually and physically.

“aww, our little hongjoong’s needy?” you asked, tilting your head coyly while trailing a finger down his chest and stealing it on his hard on.

“(y/n), stop doing this and get to work already.” you bit your lip, trying to hide the laugh that was threatening to break out.

licking your lips playfully you eyed him with a raised eyebrow, scanning his face and hearing his raggedy breathing. this was your time to get revenge, and you’re sure this will leave him in danger zone.

you shifted your position on his thick thighs, breathing heavier to accentuate the feeling. you leaned into place a kiss on his lips, and he automatically puckered his lips and shut his eyes.

you bit your lips, feeling slightly bad but knowing he’ll deserve it for what he left you with. so you leaned in closer, making sure to give him all the experience you usually do when you’re about to kiss him.

just as you were about to place your lips on his, you shifted your your face to place a peck on his cheek. pulling back you hurriedly got up from his hold, folding your hands behind you as you leaned forward teasingly.

“i hope you remember what you did to me last month, joong.” you smiled innocently, glancing at his very frustrated expression, and turning away from him, leaving his mouth hung agape.

── park seonghwa ;

seonghwa and you had sex almost everywhere, he just couldn’t keep his hands off of you. no matter how many times you told him that it was very inappropriately him to finger you while you and him were at a dinner with his family. the man just wouldn’t stop.

you were so, so close to release the heat in you that he pulled his slim fingers out, you looked at him through your hazy but wide eyes. cursing him under your breath and you sat there, stiff but so needy for him to do something but he did nothing.

so now it almost seemed like déjà vu, a dinner with your family members while seonghwa sat next and you palmed his clothed hard member underneath the table, a smirk on your face as you zipped down his zipper, rubbing the skin under his naval, right above the band of his briefs, and hearing him suck a sharp breath in.

“oh, hwa you okay?” you asked, your voice dropping with mockery. knowing all too well that seonghwa was drastically turned on and hard, you knew his dominant side would chime in whenever he was in such a position.

and you took every advantage of this, for once you got under park seonghwa’s skin. caressing his dick painfully slow, and feeling him arch his back up.

“k-keep on going,” his ragged breathing made your smirk, tilting your head to look at him a pout.

“don’t look at me like that.” he gritted out his mouth and you only pouted further, his eyes landing on your lips and he has to restrain himself back at your teasing.

but when you take your hand away from his hard on, he looks at you like you’re crazy. you only eye him with an innocent doe look, inside screaming because your boyfriend was not having the attitude you were giving him.

so you leaned up to whisper in his ear, “how’re you holding up baby?” giving him a taste of his own medicine, a sentence he uses while pounding into you.

“just wait till we get home,” he groaned and you smirked.

“but seonghwa, baby, you remember i’m staying at my parents tonight right?” his head snapped to look at you and you shrugged your shoulders, picking up the drink from your table and deliberately toying your tongue around the straw while giving him the entire scene.

── jeong yunho ;

yunho loved it when you sat on his lap, it made him feel even bigger than he already was. your small body in between his bigger one, your back against his hard chest.

but this time the scenario was a little different, you were sitting on his lap, but in a car with the rest of his friends. as everyone was going on a trip in a small suv, you opted to sit on yunho’s lap to save space for the luggage’s.

and when the road went on a particularly stoney path, you were shifting on his lap quite a lot. at first you didn’t pay attention but when yunho’s hands gripped onto your waist, you smirked.

slowly starting to grind on his member, the skirt you were wearing ridding up and definitely not helping yunho’s imagination as you kept moving back and forth on his lap, his back arched up against your ass.

“yunho-yah, you okay there?” you asked, looking to the side and seeing his eyes shut while biting on his lower lip.

“hm-yeah, i-i’m doing great.” he let out a shaky breathe, his hands on your waist tightened, motioning you to keep on going as he forcefully grinded your hips onto his hard on.

and then suddenly you stopped when you felt his member poke your butt, a coy smile adorning your face as you leaned forward towards the driving seat. “hey wooyoung, are we there yet?”

“uh, not yet, there’s still two hours left.” you clicked your tongue and leaned back, putting the same amount of pressure as you did before on him.

you looked back and cupped his face with one of your hands, pouting. “yunho, you sure you okay?”

“i hate you so much,” you grinned, tapping his cheek mockingly and turning your body to face in front. still feeling his member poke into you but you knew he couldn’t do anything about it as long as the car hasn’t reached it’s destination.

── kang yeosang :

you were sitting across the room from your boyfriend, the two of you were attending the baby shower of his older sister. the room was divided, the boys on one side the girls on the other.

prior to coming here, when you were getting ready in the bathroom. yeosang was feeling out of the blue, his hands wrapped around your waist as you applied the mascara while bending over the counter, making your rub against him.

you chuckled when he groaned in pleasure, tightening the grip on your waist and pulling you back with a jerk. one action got to another and the two of you were pressed against each other on a wall while having a hot make out session.

the dress strap dangling down your shoulder as he held your waist firmly, your legs around wrapped around his waist as he placed you on the counter. unbuckling his pants and proceeding to push himself into you, but before he could to that, your phone rang from beside you.

“it’s okay, it’ll be quick.” making him groan and you smiled and reached out to grasp the phone and bringing it next to your ear as yeosang waited patiently.

“oh, okay, we’ll be there.” you giggled, hanging up and placing your arms over his shoulders.

“your sister needs help, and she wants us there right now.” you said, lifting your dress strap up.

“she can wait, but i cannot.” you chuckled, pushing him back, “you know she’ll get mad at you.”

and now sitting on the sofa while yeosang eyes you through his hooded eyes, your long legs on a show making him swallow heavily. you knew he was needy, from the constant lip bites and ruffling his hair in frustration when you kept moving, and shifting your legs in a different position just to irk him.

── choi san ;

you wrapped your arms around san’s neck, pressing closer to his body. his hands rested on the curve of your ass, pushing you into him.

you had succeeded into making san shift his focus from his gaming to you, but you of course wanted to play with him, not in the way he was picturing it.

you brought your lips over to ghost over his neck, licking your lower lip to press a kiss over his neck freckles. san let out a hiss as you slowly peppered his neck with your wet lips and the hot traces of your breath.

“my baby’s been a good girl, hmm?” he asked, breathing unevenly and you smirked before nodding, placing your knee in between his legs, pressed up his member and he let out a mewl.

“I’ve always been one san, but you just never noticed.” you teased, and his eyes shut at the feeling of your lips over his.

“but,” you brought your fingers up to trace his soft lips, bringing your lips close to his only leaving a a very small space between yours and his.

“you’ve been a very bad boy, and i think it’s your time to receive a punishment.” his eyes shot open and you smirked at his confusion, you slowly lifted your body up away from his.

“what’re you doing, (y/n).” his eyes darkened and his tone turned lower.

you raked a hand through his hair lovingly before properly standing up straight, crossing your arms over your chest. “i’ll see you tonight?” you said and turned on your heels but san was faster and got a hold on your wrist, pulling you into his chest.

“so you’re just going to leave me here, like this?” you smiled, tapping his chest lightly.

“of course.”

── song mingi ;

hi what is he so hot for

you were a very brave person to do this, a daredevil in your own dictionary.

mingi was a very intimate person, but he was also very horny. whether you dress up in a stunning body-con or just when you’re wearing one of his shirts, the man was always in need of you.

you could say you had him wrapped around your finger, and you did take advantage of that form time to time.

and today, was that day, and it just had to be the day of his nephew’s birthday party. he was eyeing you from across the room, eyeing your every move as you shifted through the crowd.

once you knew his eyes were set on you, you took the plan in your action. taking your phone in your hands and typing out a very interesting message, it was something you saw from from tiktok that was turned into a challenge, and you wanted to his reaction to it very badly.

the minute you hit send, you looked at him, motioning him to look at his phone with your eyes. you waited for him to pick his phone up, and when he did, his fingers scrolled down the screen to see your message.

the minute he finished reading it, his head shot up and his eyes narrowed at you. you patted yourself internally because the look he was giving you wasn’t just any look, the look screamed bedroom eyes and you couldn’t help but chuckle only making him raise his eyebrows at you in amusement.

in a blink of an eye, mingi was no longer on the couch but instead making his way towards you, his jaw clenched and eyes hooded.

you instantly looked around before heading to the kitchen, heart beating because of that risky text that you sent definitely had him feel some type of way, so you were kind of intimidated by his abruptness.

suddenly feeling as if the plan had crashed down on you, you hurried in the kitchen to busy yourself and thank god his mother was in their fixing the plates, you immediately made your way towards her.

when mingi walked in where you were, he was greeted by the sight of you helping his mother and not helping him keep his junior down. your eyes met his and you bit back a laugh, “hey mingi, do you need anything?” you asked, absolutely oblivious to his problem.

he clenched his jaw at the tone you used on him, knowing that no matter how much he wanted to fuck you, he couldn’t because his mother was in the room, and that would be very traumatizing.

“no, nothing. meet me when you’re done here, okay?” his voice was sweet, but you much better, his words coming out as a statement.

“sure, it’ll be quick.”

jokes on him, you had no plan on leaving his mother’s side the entire night.

── jung wooyoung ;

wooyoung doesn’t take shit from you, every plan you’ve tried to leave him hanging just doesn’t work on him because he finds out, you don’t know if you’re bad at planning stuff or is he just too smart.

so you tried to take the chance and tease him a little, and just when you thought it was working as wooyoung stepped closer to you, making you step back and stop only when the table blocked you from any further.

his body pressed against yours and you sucked in a breath, he leaned his face closer to yours with the iconic cocky smirk of his. “w-what is it?” you asked, stammering as he pressed his hips into you, sending a tightening in your gut instead.

his one arm reached to wrap around your waist while the other reached for something behind you, his face was so close that you knew he would kiss you, so you shut your eyes on instinct.

but when nothing came, you jerk open your eyes in shock. “you thought something was coming your way?” he teased, reaching behind you to grab a glass.

“maybe next time,” he said, pulling back and walking away whistling.

in conclusion, you’re a clown and you got played by him.

── choi jongho ;

sucking a lollipop couldn’t bring harm to anyone right?

you smiled evilly, swaying your tongue in circles around the candy while eyeing your boyfriend jongho who had his eyes set on you the entire time.

you lifted your left eyebrow, questioning jongho when you very well knew what was going on. “is everything alright jongho? you don’t seem well.” you asked, tilting your head while making a pop sound with the lollipop.

he clenched his jaw and shook his head,

looking the other way in an attempt to distract himself, but how could he when he knows your mouth his against that stupid lollipop and the noises you’re making over it, how would the poor man handle himself?

when you’re looking at him while sucking harshly on the candy, made me him want to take you against the table, right away.

but, when you suddenly stood up to receive a call, he couldn’t help but look at you in bewilderment. you were still sucking on the lollipop, just not looking looking towards him.

it’s like you left him hanging from the sweet torture you were giving him, and he’s sure to take the revenge the minute you stepped inside the house.

#✉️ : ask #ateez #ateez reactions #ateez smut reactions #kpop reactions #ateez imagines #ateez scenarios #ateez au

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sparring-hyena · 3 years ago

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again and again.

i think this kinda counts as a groundhog day-esque AU with some quirky time travel mixed in for fun. is that even a thing? idk.

OR, time is complicated, and so is love. here’s a story about both.

“i will destroy you,” Poppy says, her tone razor-edged and precise. she feels a pulsing thing beneath her skin. something that warns her to tread carefully in a manner that’s much too pleased for the situation at hand.

“good luck with that,” AJ answers, her tone somehow daring to be amused.

and then a beat. a moment that exists only between the two of them. it rings loud in Poppy’s mind. thrums along in time with that pulsing thing beneath her skin. it’s warning her about something. telling her to make the right choice, as though it’ll be forced to do something if she doesn’t do this right.

pshhh. ridiculous.

“i hate you.”

and that’s the last thing she says before the pulsing thing expands and consumes her whole. it drags her away from the fountain and AJ and that clear night in May, and drops her in bed just as her alarm to wake up goes off.

Poppy sits up in bed, her hair a tussled mess, and watches as her phone buzzes and plays that horrible alarm tune on the nightstand.

strange, she thinks, reaching out to silence the damn thing. she checks the date, which is right, but the time is, decidedly, wrong. it was well after ten at night the last she checked, only now her phone is telling her it’s nine o’clock in the morning. she pads to the windows and peers outside, and sure enough, the sun is in the sky. it’s morning.

a dream then, right? it must’ve been. her loss and meltdown and run-in with AJ at the fountain, it was a dream and now she’s awake. good, she didn’t really lose to AJ-fucking-Hughes.

she showers and dresses and heads downstairs in search of something quick to eat. Veronica is in the kitchen, scrolling through her phone as she waits for her coffee to brew. she looks up and nods in greeting, and Poppy’s suddenly hit with a very strange sense of déjà vu.

“you ready for tonight?” Veronica asks, head still buried in her phone.

Poppy hums and then, unsure of why, she says, “i had the strangest dream.” the pulsing thing returns. a warning. a caution. a very much not-exclusive-to-dreams thing.

be careful, it sing-songs.

“oh yeah.” Veronica looks up, suddenly curious.

“yeah, it was…” she’s actually not quite sure of what to make of it. of what hidden insecurity it sheds light onto. maybe she shouldn’t say anything then. best to keep her cards close to her chest—they are competing against each other after all. “nothing. it’s nothing. never mind.”

Veronica shrugs and returns to her phone.

her day carries on as it usually would and before she knows it, she’s stepping onto the red carpet for the awards show. cameras flash and she smiles as she presses through, as though feeding off the attention.

and then the end of the night comes and— AJ wins. AJ wins. AJ-fucking-Hughes. Poppy’s shouting and cursing before she can stop herself. she’s peripherally aware of her parents calling out to her, begging her to stop, but that pulsing thing beneath her skin hums with energy. it tells her this is right. that this is how it needs to be. so she doesn’t stop.

she doesn’t stop until she’s out of breath and finally realises what she’s done. and then she slips outside and tries to disappear for a moment at the fountain.

she takes deep breaths, paces back-and-forth, and tries to figure out where it all went so wrong. and how— she’s back at the fountain. the same fountain she was at in her dream. how the fuck?

second time’s the charm, right?

and— what? second time?

yes, do try and keep up.

“fuck you,” she thinks, she says, speaking aloud into the world.

“you say the sweetest things to me,” a voice, it’s AJ’s voice.

Poppy spins around, absolutely fuming, and with déjà vu sitting heavy in her mind. this is just like her dream. how the fuck can this be just like her dream?

the pulsing amps up, thrumming along her veins. this is it, it says, excited and breath held in quiet anticipation.

it? what the fuck does that mean?

there’s a moment where it looks like AJ is about to extend an olive branch. where she offers one of those small and hesitant smiles that asks for a do-over. but Poppy’s learnt her lesson. she knows that branches almost always have thorns. so instead of accepting AJ’s hand, she slaps it away and says something cruel. something prickly and sharp that slices at skin and won’t ever really heal.

“i hate you,” she spits, just like in her goddamn dream.

the pulsing thing doesn’t like that. it tells her no, you’ve done it wrong again, and then rips her away and throws her back into bed as her alarm to wake up goes off.

she sits up in bed and is more pissed than anything else. her alarm is still ringing and vibrating like everything’s okay—everything is not okay. because she’s in her bed again and her alarm is vibrating and it’s somehow morning again.

she gets out of bed and marches downstairs, more determined than ever to finally get some answers.

she finds Veronica in the kitchen, just like in her dreams that didn’t at all feel like dreams.

“you ready for—”

“what the fuck is happening right now?”

Veronica blinks. takes a second to properly wake up. “uh, what?”

“this.” she gestures widely to everything and that little pulsing thing warns her again. “what the fuck is this? what is happening?”

“are you high?”

“what? no, i’m not high. i just want an answer. why have i already lived through this morning twice?”

and she never does get an answer because the pulsing thing yanks her back and drops her bed just as her alarm is going off. again.

Poppy screams into her pillow and the pulsing thing says sorry, but you broke a rule, i had to pull you back.

and suddenly Poppy’s demanding answers from this stupid pulsing thing, but it remains silent.

so she pulls herself out of bed and tries again.

attempt number four goes wrong around noon, and attempts five through nine are all spectacular disasters because Poppy decides that she just does not give a fuck.

if some cruel force of the universe wants to lock her in this never ending purgatory, then so be it. she’s done enough shitty things in life and probably deserves it.

attempt number ten goes better. it still goes wrong because she got into a fight with AJ and apparently that’s not how it’s supposed to go, but she overhears a conversation between Chloe and Veronica and realises just how horrible she’s been to them.

she stays in bed for the entirety of attempt number eleven.

the pulsing thing begs her to get up, says please, i only want to help. but Poppy doesn’t buy it. who would want to help her?

the pulsing thing goes quiet and gently pulls her back until it’s 9 o’clock in the morning and her alarm is going off again.

c’mon, one more time. please? the pulsing thing asks as soon as attempt number twelve starts.

Poppy sighs but gets out of bed anyway. she can do this one more time. she finds Veronica in the kitchen just like the last eleven times and feels strangely compelled to say something new.

“i wasn’t a very good friend, was i?”

Veronica looks up from her phone, wary but curious.

the pulsing thing says no, not yet. but Poppy ignores it and pushes on. and as soon as she gets to the end of her apology, the pulsing thing pulls her away and drops her back in bed just as the alarm is going off.

not yet, it says.

“then when?” Poppy shouts at the top of her lungs. “when do you want me to start being better?”

she gets no response from the pulsing thing, but Chloe does knock on her door and ask if everything’s okay. she snaps at Chloe, tells her to go away, even though she knows she shouldn’t and wishes she didn’t.

she decides then that she’s done playing this stupid game.

she shaves her head during one version of the day and streaks across campus in another version because fuck it, no one will remember.

it’s during attempt twenty-one that she accidentally bumps into AJ on some quiet part of campus. they sit together and talk and the pulsing thing tells her to be careful.

“can i ask you a question?” AJ says.

“sure.”

“did i ever mean anything to you?”

“yes—”

the pulsing thing tells her to stop.

“—i think i was scared because i knew i could lo—”

the pulsing thing rips her away.

Poppy can feel it in her bones that this is it. attempt twenty-two will be the one to break this cycle.

she plays through the day as she usually would, making only small changes that she knows are the right thing to do. then comes time for the award show and it’s just before the winner is announced that the pulsing asks if she knows what has to be done.

yes, she does know.

AJ wins and Poppy’s strangely okay with that, but the pulsing thing tells her now, go, you have to do it. so she does. she shouts and she curses and is vaguely aware of her parents begging for her to stop.

she runs off outside and finds herself at the fountain again.

she doesn’t have to wait long until AJ sits down beside her and Poppy looks up at her and smiles, waiting for AJ to accept the olive branch she’s extending.

“i’m glad you won,” Poppy breathes, almost like a sigh of relief.

and she feels something in the air shift then. it’s small, barely noticeable. but she knows that something is different in the way that sometimes you just know something even if knowing it has no rhyme or reason.

“really?”

Poppy hums. “you deserve it.”

the pulsing thing says i’m proud of you.

and Poppy wonders if she’ll be okay without the constant nagging, because this is the furthest she’s ever made it before and she has no idea what comes next.

that’s the point.

what if i screw up.

then you fix it.

what if i can’t.

you can.

“you alright?” AJ asks, breaking Poppy’s trance. “you just kinda zoned out for a sec.”

Poppy smiles and finds AJ’s hand with her own. “i’ve never been better.”

time is linear, Poppy firmly believes. like dominoes in a line, stacked neatly in formation, and all tumbling one right after another when nudged.

time does not repeat. it does not offer do-overs. except maybe when it does. which might be complete bullshit, Poppy thinks. but years—decades even—after that day she lived through twenty-two times, she’ll listen as AJ recites some corny pickup line in their kitchen.

“i can’t believe i married you,” Poppy will say with a smile.

“tragic, isn’t it?”

“couldn’t agree more.”

“good.”

and then AJ will swoop in and plant a kiss on Poppy’s lips. and it will be in moments like those that the pulsing thing will hum and ask aren’t you glad you finally listened to me?

and yeah, maybe she is.

#my writing #poppy x mc #poppy min-sinclair #queen b #playchoices #a funky little story about love and time travel #does that even make sense?#i sure hope it does

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themoonlitsojourner · 3 years ago

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Chapter 3: Come back home

Gar thought Raven didn't care. And he couldn't fault her for it after what happened when HE wore his heart on his sleeve. But now she's here with him. And he can't believe just how wrong he was.

In the dark room, lit only by fairy lights and the stars on the ceiling, Tara and Gar danced. They swayed back and forth, shuffling their feet in a pattern neither of them quite knew. The way they were dancing wasn’t important, after all. They were content just to be together, no matter what they were doing.

“How’s this for a dance?” Gar grinned. “It’s not exactly prom, but-”

“It’s perfect,” Tara reassured him. With a sigh, she leaned forward to rest her head on his shoulder. “Thank you.”

“Yeah.” He smiled down at her, running his hand lightly through her silky blond hair. “It’s no big deal, really. I’d do a lot more for you.”

When Tara looked up at him, tears shone in her ocean blue eyes. Tears he hadn’t understood at the time, mistaking them for happiness instead of sorrow. For affection instead of the dread of what was to come.

Leaning forward, she kissed him, so softly and sweetly he knew he’d remember that night forever. But like all the others they shared, it wasn’t long before the memory turned bittersweet.

~~~

Gar wakes up slowly. Why rush to return to his empty room and the aching hole in his chest? To the endless rain pouring down both outside his window and in his head?

But this morning is different. Today he awakens to cool jeans under his cheek and a gentle hand resting on his shoulder.

Gar’s eyes flutter open. No, he’s not still dreaming. He’s definitely lying with his head in someone’s lap. And when he cranes his neck to look, he can’t quite believe his eyes.

It’s Raven, of all people, who sleeps propped against the wall, head bowed and hair falling in front of her face, her hand resting on his shoulder. Her lips part slightly as she exhales quietly.

How does she do that? How does she find peace and control, the two things that have eluded Gar all his life? Especially now, when his world has shattered on the ground. He can’t imagine what the inside of his skull must look like right now. He doesn’t need to be an empath to know he’s a mess.

And yet Raven stayed. She pulled the pain from him, despite the havok it must have caused in her mind and the crick she’s totally going to have in her neck when she wakes up. She kept her promise.

Maybe he shouldn’t be so shocked. Maybe he should have a little more faith in his teammate. But honestly… Gar’d always thought Raven didn’t like him. That she only tolerated his presence. It’s why he can’t quite wrap his mind around it now that her actions say differently.

She could have decided to wait out the storm, could have let him push her away like the rest of the Titans. But instead she went miles out of her way to meet him in the dark hole he dug for himself.

When Gar closes his eyes, he can picture how she pulled his grief into herself, face creased in concentration. He can picture the single tear that rolled down her cheek, the first time he’s ever seen her cry. She hurt herself to help him. Why, he has no clue. It’s crazy. He’s lying with his head in her lap, for goodness sake!

I’ve gotta be a real mess if she’s letting me get this close. It’s all he can think of, that he looks so torn apart that she’s taking pity on him. Whatever the reason, he’s grateful.

“Rae.” She doesn’t stir. “It’s morning, sleepy-head.” Gar can’t help smirking. “And I think this is the first time I’ve ever been awake before you.”

“It’ll probably be the last,” Raven mumbles, still half asleep but falling easily into the familiar pattern of their banter. She pulls away from the wall, straightens, and immediately winces. Yup. Crick in the neck. Blinking against the light from the window, her careful gaze scans Gar’s face. Searching for the cracks.

“Are you okay?”

The world roars back to life around Garfield, the pictures and memories he’s desperate to forget flooding in.

“No.” He closes his eyes.

Raven lifts her hand from his shoulder. A pang shoots through Gar’s chest. Time’s up. She’s going to leave now, but he really shouldn’t be surprised. He is surprised she stayed this long though, that she answered a request he had no right to make. What was he thinking, anyway, asking the team empath to keep his chaotic mind company?

Gar’s about to sit up and let her go, and he knows she’s thinking the same thing, when he senses her hesitate. And instead of pushing his head from her lap, she pushes his hair back from his face.

As her cool fingers brush his forehead, Gar means to hold still, to listen to the part of him that’s afraid moving will make her stop. But the other side of him is so much stronger. It’s the part that needs to be reassured and held no matter who’s giving it, the part that’s been touch-starved by the hours locked alone in his room.

So Gar forgets who’s reassuring him and curls into it, seeking out more touch, more comfort. He presses his forehead into Raven’s side, letting her crisp cold wash away the muggy heat of his room.

Until he realizes what he’s doing. Never, in a million years, would Raven let him get this close. He’s totally making her uncomfortable.

You screwed up, you screwed, now she’s definitely going to leave.

But Raven doesn’t push him away. She stiffens, yeah, and she hesitates. Then she continues to stroke his hair. Her movements are awkward and unpracticed (he knows this is way outside her comfort zone), but there’s genuine care behind them. Gar tries not to purr when her fingernails scratch against his scalp in a way all the animal in him likes.

But it only takes a few seconds for reality to set in. Gar can’t ignore it any longer. Raven might be willing to stay and keep him company, but she can’t.

She has to go meditate so she can recharge. She’s told the team over and over that it’s not optional, and despite her incredible mental strength, Gar can feel the strain seeping in. The struggle to keep her mind level and calm after last night’s onslaught of emotions reflects in the tight control of her movements. She has to leave, and he can’t ask her to come back. Not after how much she’s given of herself just to be here.

Not when he isn’t sure if he’s even worth the effort.

“You should probably go.” Gar rolls off her lap.

Raven watches him for a moment, surprise altering her neutral expression and lifting her eyebrows a fraction. Does she think he doesn’t know how much of a toll her powers take on her? Maybe not. He doesn’t exactly act like he’s paying attention most of the time.

Raven’s mask falls back into place and she nods, rising from the bed. Gar looks away as she walks toward the door, unable to watch her go but too scared to admit he doesn’t want to be alone. Too ashamed to ask her to send Vic in. He’d never look at Gar the same way after seeing him like this.

Garfield hears the door swing open, but it doesn’t shut. He glances over to see Raven standing with her hand on the doorknob and studying him. Her eyes soften when he meets them, just the smallest bit.

“You’re not alone, Gar.”

Then she’s gone.

Gar stares at the closed door. You’re not alone. Just like he told her so long ago, back when they were still kids. Before their lives got so complicated and tragic.

What did he know then?

~~~

Garfield stays in his room all day. Despite the stubborn pessimist that she is, Raven hoped he’d reach out if given a little more time and space. That he would let his friends and teammates help instead of locking them out.

Apparently, she should have stuck with pessimism.

Raven has been reading the same line over and over when Victor flops onto the other end of the couch. She doesn’t need to ask where he was.

“This won’t last forever.” She lowers her book to give Victor her best attempt at an encouraging and understanding expression. “He’ll come around.”

Vic doesn’t even look at her. The frustration in his voice isn’t quite able to mask the pain. “You sure?”

Raven doesn’t have an answer.

~~~

It’s not her place and maybe it won’t change anything, but by the time night falls she can’t stand by any longer. If he won’t come out, then she’ll come to him.

Raven steps into Garfield’s room, edging around the pile of dirty laundry. “Victor misses you.”

They all do.

He’s lying in the same position as last time, on his side with his back to the door. Watching the rain that never seems to end. “I think I’ve figured it out.”

Though he can’t see her do it, Raven lifts an eyebrow. “Figured what out?”

“Why you like to be alone. Why you like the quiet. It numbs the pain doesn’t it? Calms the storm inside.” He crosses his arms and pulls his knees to his chest. “It makes it easier not to care. It’s safer that way, isn’t it?

Raven’s skin goes cold. But this time, it’s not because of her powers. It’s fear for Garfield and the way he’s talking. “This isn’t about me. And everything you just said? That’s not you.”

Gar rolls onto his back, cloudy eyes drifting to her face. “I just wanted to say I get it now. I’m sorry I didn’t before.”

This is not a time to freeze up, or wonder why in the world Gar chose to talk to the one person in the tower who is least equipped to help him. This is not a time to wish she’d learned something other than control and magic from Azar, such as how to interact properly with others. No, this is a time for action. To do something, to say something to help her friend. And maybe it won’t help. But Victor’s words echo in her mind.

Will it hurt?

Gar blinks, jaw falling open as Raven kneels beside the bed and lays her head on her arms, tilting it sideways so that she can meet his wide green eyes from the same angle. She needs to be on his level. See things from his perspective, both literally and figuratively.

“Quiet keeps the pain from getting worse. Solitude protects others from the storm.” She shakes her head. “But neither makes it better.”

~~~

Gar has never been this close to Raven before. Even when his head was in her lap she was still “up there,” her face a good two feet away from his. There’s always been a distance between them, both physically and emotionally, one that he could never figure out how to cross.

But now they’re equal, literally seeing eye to eye. Maybe that’s why Gar finds traces of... of feeling on the face he’s always thought battled Cinderblock’s for the title of stoniest. Or maybe the traces were always there. Maybe he just didn’t understand them until now. That’s true of a lot of things, actually.

He never thought of Raven’s distance as protection, both for herself and for her friends. But betrayal and loss really change a guy’s perspective on the world. So does a walk in his teammate’s shadowy shoes and even darker mind. Not that he’d ever tell her he could feel her emotions just as well as she could his when she used her powers to lessen the pain. She’d be mortified.

“I know it’s the last thing you want right now.”

Garfield’s attention flicks back to Rae, noticing the lavender color of her eyes as she speaks.

“But come downstairs. Please.” She drops her gaze, almost… embarrassed?

“Your friends miss you. They need you.”

Need… him? Gar can’t recall anyone ever saying they needed him. During a mission, sure, “Beast Boy, we need you to turn into a dinosaur,” but that’s Beast Boy. No one has ever needed Garfield.

He lowers his ears. “You need me?”

“Yes. We’re not a team without you.”

We. She’s saying we now. And he thought she’d prefer the team without him. Guess I was wrong about a lot of things.

Raven’s voice drops, and Gar knows what she’s about to tell him is important.

“What you said before, about not caring… I’m not supposed to care. It was the one rule I made when I joined the Titans, to protect myself and the others.” She tenses her jaw. “If I didn’t care, there would be fewer emotions to keep under control. And it wouldn’t hurt when the team told me to leave after they found out what I really was.”

As if we’d ever let you leave.

“Yeah. I understand that now.” Gar swallows past the lump in his throat. “It’s pretty smart, even though we’d never do that to you.” If I hadn’t cared about Tara, then I wouldn’t be hurting like this. My heart wouldn’t be shattered on the ground.

“No.” Raven shakes her head, frustration seeping into her voice. “No, it isn’t. That’s not what I’m saying.”

Gar scrunches up his nose, baffled, and she sighs.

“I’m not explaining this right. Garfield…” Her expression softens, and the mask falls away from her face. Completely and entirely. And for the first time, Garfield sees Raven, really sees her. No walls. No sarcasm or deflection. Just Raven, real and complete.

“I do care,” she confesses. “About you, Koriand’r, Victor, and Richard.” She looks away. “I care a lot. When it comes to the team, I’ve found it’s impossible not to.” Her brow furrows. “That means I’m going to get hurt someday, one way or the other. Something terrible will happen, or someone will walk away from the team, and I’ll feel like the world is ending.”

Just like I do right now.

“But it’s a price I’m willing to pay for my friendships.”

Raven pauses. Then she speaks slowly, as if realizing how she truly feels for the first time. “They’re worth it.”

Garfield’s mind whirls, set afloat in a strange new dimension where Raven makes eloquent speeches and shares heartfelt secrets. Where she cares about even him.

“You don’t hate me.” To Gar’s complete embarrassment, his voice cracks and the waterworks start. “I-I really thought-”

Raven’s eyes widen in complete horror. “Hate you? No! You… actually thought that?”

“You told…” Gar can’t say her name, images of blood soaked bandages flashing before his eyes. His hands tremble as he clears his throat and forces himself to continue. “Y-you said you used to.”

Raven falls silent. He can almost see her working through her thoughts. He had no idea how much went on behind her blank expression.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. Sometimes I’ve been annoyed or irritated by you, especially during the first year. But I’ve never hated you.” She blinks and glances away. “It’s, um… kind of impossible, actually.”

For a moment, Gar forgets that Raven is Queen of No-Hugs and throws his arms around her neck. But this alternate dimension just gets stranger when she awkwardly pats him on the back in return.

Outside, the skies open up with a loud crash as the storm that the constant rain’s been threatening to bring all week finally breaks. Raindrops pound against the window in a steady rhythm while low thunder rumbles in the background. It sounds good. It feels like a release.

“I’m not going to lie.”

Gar lets go and pulls back, watching Raven’s face as she exhales.

“It will be hard at first. You’ll feel like you’re faking it every time you do something that makes you happy. But the joy will come back.”

“How do you know?” I want to hope, Rae. I want to so badly.

“Because you’re Gar.” She says it with finality, like that’s her whole answer. No hard logic or practical attempts to convince him. Just faith that he’ll come out alright because of who he is. Faith in him. “You’re stronger than you know.”

“Okay.” Garfield watches relief flood her eyes. She… she really was worried about him. “I’ll try.”

Five minutes later, Gar slips into the living room behind Raven, feeling oddly shy and self-conscious in his own home. But that only lasts the few seconds it takes for Kori to spot him.

“Garfield!” She flies straight at him like a rocket, stopping only inches short of running into him. Her eyes shine with unshed tears and she stretches out her arms. “May I give you a hug, please?”

“Why not?” Gar shrugs, blinking to hide his own tears. For once, he doesn’t mind how bone-crushing all Starfire’s hugs are. It’s never felt so good to have someone so happy to see him again. He’s never missed his friends this much.

The sound of Kori’s excitement brings Victor rushing in, Dick close at his heels.

A relieved grin splits the cyborg’s face. “BB,” he says quietly, holding out his fist. His soft brown eyes search Garfield’s face, still lined with concern.

With a start, Gar realizes how much he scared him.

“Cy.” He taps Vic’s fist with his own. “I’m… I’m sorry, dude.”

Stepping forward, Vic wraps him in a bear hug. “Man, don’t you dare apologize.” Is that… a sniffle Gar hears? “I’ve missed you, buddy.”

“Yeah,” Gar whispers into his best friend’s sweatshirt. “Me too, bro.”

After Vic releases Gar, Dick steps forward and wraps an arm around his shoulder, pulling him into a brief but sincere hug. “Good to have you back, Gar. Whatever you need, just ask. We’re behind you no matter what.”

Gar’s heart still throbs. The pain is still there. He has a feeling it will be for a long time. But as his gaze drifts from friend to friend, from teammate to teammate, he knows he’ll be okay.

His eyes land on Raven. The slightest corner of her mouth turns up and she nods, reminding him that he’s not alone. He never has been.

(Chapter 1) (Chapter 2)

(Previous fic in series: Slow dancing in the Darkness)

(Next fic in series: The Sound of the Sword)

#just use the link to read the first chapter and the previous fic in the series #bbrae #beast boy #raven #garfield logan #teen titans #teen titans animated #teen titans animated series #mine #fanfiction #fanfic #ao3 #writing #hurt/comfort

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wincestation · 3 years ago

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Just Tonight

Prompt: Stanford Era

Pairing: Sam x Dean

Summery: Inspired by the song "Just Tonight" by The Pretty Reckless. Sam drunk-dials Dean in the middle of the night and tells him he needs him, but after a year apart, is one night enough?

Word Count: 2,059

Written For the SPN Trope Round Robin 2021 (@spn-trope-round-robin) - Round 3 (Remix/Inspired By).

A/N: My first SPN writing challenge ever! I really enjoyed this one. Hope you do too! also, @stanfordsweater your brand is in there for a moment ;)

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Sam’s world is narrowed down to the sound of the dial tone. He waits in the cold, his breath forming visible little clouds. Finally, someone picks up on the other end.

“Sam.” he sighs heavily. “It’s 2am. On a Wednesday.”

Good, Sam thinks. He’s in the same time zone as me. “Dean, I need you.”

“What?” Behind Dean’s voice, Sam can hear the engine of the Impala rumbling to a halt in the background and the familiar sound almost makes him cry. “What do you need me for?”

That question has too many answers, and Sam can’t think straight, he just knows he’s cold and alone and tired and he needs his brother. “I need you to take me home,” he says in a pathetic, tiny voice, leaning against a tree to keep his head from spinning.

Dean tries to sound sympathetic, Sam knows this, but his words come out patronizing. “Can’t you get a cab or something? Or... walk?”

“Dean, please.”

“It’ll take me forever. I’m in bed.”

“No, you’re not. You’re in the car.” He feels sick. Dean never lied to him before.

His brother might be thinking the same thing, because he doesn’t reply.

“C’mon, De, please.” Sam is begging but he doesn’t care, he’s the one who left, he’s the one who hurt Dean, and if Dean wants him to beg, he will. He’ll do anything. “Start the car and take me home.”

“You’re drunk.” Dean says in disbelief.

Sam slides into the Impala and slouches against the seat. “And a bit high,” he confirms.

“It’s like I don’t even know you anymore,” and Sam knows he meant it as a joke, but he can’t say anything because the lump in his throat threatens to overflow if he does. He gives Dean the directions and leans his head on his brother's shoulder, ignoring the voice of reason that screams at him to stop making a fool of himself.

If Dean minds, he doesn’t show it. He drives slower than usual, as if he doesn’t want this ride to end, and for a few minutes, Sam lets himself feel a little hope.

The car stops too soon. “Looks like we’re here,” Dean says. It’s an unnecessary comment just to break the silence and Sam drags his pounding head away from his brother’s shoulder.

When he doesn’t move, Dean adds, “Need me to walk you inside?”

Sam nods. “Please,” and Dean agrees, because he could never say no to his little brother.

They both blink when Dean turns on the living room light. Sam groans and sinks into the couch while Dean looks around.

“Nice place. How can you afford - “ he stops abruptly and Sam raises his head.

Dean is holding a framed picture of Sam and Jessica, both smiling happily at the camera. She’s wearing his Stanford sweater - the one he has on right now, in fact. Dean looks at him and Sam knows he noticed that. “Didn’t know you had a girlfriend, Sammy.” his voice is bitter and he puts the picture down as if it was burning his fingertips. “So you two live together, huh? Where is she?”

“She’s - not here.”

“Is she out partying on a Wednesday, too? When is she coming back?”

Sam winces. He doesn’t want to talk about Jessica right now. “I don’t know,” he says.

Dean turns to him with a cold smile. It’s the smile that Sam fears most - the one that doesn’t show his teeth, doesn’t reach his eyes. “So you invited me in, for what? So we can wait here for your perfect little girlfriend and - “

“She’s not my girlfriend,” Sam cuts through his words. He stares at Dean angrily. “Not anymore.”

Dean looks genuinely surprised. “What, she… left you?” Sam nods. “Like, for good?”

Sam pauses for a moment. “She’ll come back eventually.” Before the cold smile can return, he clarifies, “To pick up her things, I mean.”

“Oh.” Bitterness gone now, Dean looks a bit lost in the middle of Sam’s Stanford living room, and Sam almost laughs. Dean was always better at dealing with broken bones than with broken hearts - but it’s not like Sam himself was any better. The memory of the last time he saw his brother starts to creep back at him, and although he banishes it away, it kills any chance of laughter.

“So…” Dean starts, looking at Sam, as if he wants him to say something. When he doesn’t, Dean continues, “Unless you want to cry into your pillow while I stroke your hair...”

“No - don’t go.” Sam blurts out.

Dean just stares at him. Eventually, he says, anger underlining his words, “So you want me to stay, and, what? Get you through your hangover, help you get over your breakup with college Barbie? Is this what you meant when you said you needed me?”

Sam’s too hazy to properly respond, can’t even see straight. “Just tonight, Dean, please.” His hands reach out to the edge of Dean’s jacket and he grabs handfuls of the leather, bringing Dean as close to him as possible, trying not to sob his next words, throwing any inhibition away. “Please, De, need you to stay with me.” He knows his eyes are probably leaking. He doesn’t care. He looks up to his brother’s face, trying to memorise it so he can remember it tomorrow, because right now he can’t decipher what that look of his means.

Dean grips Sam’s hands and holds them for a moment. “Just tonight.” He says at last, and lets Sam drag him onto the couch and wrap himself around him. The anxiety that bubbled up in him is settled down, and Sam allows himself to relax into his brother's arms; even if it’s just tonight.

The light hits Dean’s eyes and he blinks furiously before finally making out his surroundings. A moment later, last night’s memories come back to him and he sits up, completely awake.

He can hear the shower running. His nose picks up the scent of coffee - and toast, too. His watering mouth is what makes him get up eventually, and when he does he feels his clothes stick to his skin, a reminder that he slept in them last night. Sam did, too. They didn’t even bother with as much as kicking off their shoes before drifting off to sleep - together, legs tangled, arms holding each other close.

Because that’s normal, right? Nothing says “Hey, Sammy, I missed you” like a casual brotherly spooning, Dean thinks grimly and sits at the kitchen table.

He nibbles on a slice of toast while contemplating his next move. Sam is bound to leave the shower soon - it’s taking him forever, what a princess - and Dean has to be ready when he shows up. He let himself slip last night, lost in the face of Sam’s desperation, that genuine need… But he shouldn’t have stayed. He should've tucked Sammy safely into his bed, say goodnight and drive the hell away from this stupid prissy college.

Dean braces himself when he hears the water stop. Any moment now, Sam will enter the room, apologize for calling him up, and send him on his way.

Dean is already thinking of a way to tell his father about this (cuddling excluded, of course) when Sam steps into the room, casually rubbing a towel over his wet hair, completely naked.

“Dude, what the - “

“Oh - shit, Dean, I thought you were still asleep.” Sam flashes an embarrassed, apologetic smile as he wraps the towel around his waist. Dean feels heat creeping up his cheeks and tries his hardest to repress it, seriously, it’s supposed to be Sam who blushes like a girl, while Sam sits in the chair in front of him and grabs a piece of toast.

Trying to keep his eyes away from his almost-naked brother, Dean stares at the clock on the wall, trying not to think of it as counting away his time. Finally he asks, eyes still fixed on the clock, “Don’t you have classes or something?”

Sam shrugs his shoulders. “Professor is sick,” He says with his mouth full. “Want me to show you around campus later?”

“Show me aro - aren't you going to apologize?” Dean snaps, moving his gaze back to his brother. He lets more anger into his words than he intended and he curses himself for it, but it’s too late to back out from this conversation now.

Sam swallows his food, troubled, and sets the rest of the toast aside. His hands drop to his lap, where he plays with the towel, until finally he says, “I’m sorry, Dean. I shouldn’t have done this.”

Disappointment starts to bloom in Dean’s chest like blood stains through a t-shirt and he pushes it away violently. This is exactly what he was getting ready for, so how come he still has any glimpse of hope? “Yeah, you shouldn’t have.”

“I was just so - “ Sam won’t look into his eyes, and traces of last night’s desperation start creeping into his voice. “When you told me all those things, I, I panicked. I was already pretty unhappy for a while - you know me and dad, always butting heads - and that was kinda like a final push or something.”

Dean has a weird feeling in his stomach. “Sam, what are you talking about?”

“I’m trying to apologize, Dean. Please, just let me finish.”

“For drunk dialing me last night and dragging my ass out here in the middle of the night,” Dean says, not asking, trying to convince himself that this is all the conversation is about.

“What?” Sam looks at him. Dean notices tiny tears hanging from his lashes, like fish caught in a net. “No. For leaving you.”

The silence thickens while they look at each other. The clock keeps ticking away in the background.

“I told you to forget everything I said,” Dean says eventually. His voice is hoarse even to his own ears.

“But that’s the thing, Dean,” Sam speaks quietly, “I just couldn’t. Even here, all those miles away from you, I couldn’t stop thinking about what you said. I tried to put it all behind me, find a girl, build myself a normal life… But I couldn’t.” His eyes are focused on the towel and Dean’s head is working overtime to make sense of this.

Sam sniffs. “I know I hurt you.” He says in a small voice. Dean sees right through him - sees his teary-eyed baby brother, who simply did something he isn’t proud of and now aches for his forgiveness. “I said things I regret.”

“Called me sick,” Dean reminds him, mercilessly. “Said I needed to go see someone to fix everything that’s wrong with me.” Many other things were said, too, but those are the only ones he can bring himself to repeat.

“But that’s the thing, Dean,” Sam lifts his head at last and meets Dean’s eyes. His eyes tell Dean he’s right - this is his best, desperate attempt to fix this. “I don’t think you’re sick anymore. I think I know how you feel.”

What is he saying?

“I tried not to, tried to run away from it. But nothing else was enough, no one else was.” He’s visibly crying now but he continues, and Dean realises Sam needs to say those things, not just to him but out loud, to make them true, to make sure there’s no turning back. “De, you’re my big brother. And I love you. I don’t care if people think we’re sick, okay? I want to be with you - “

Dean doesn’t know how he got there - he doesn’t remember getting up - but he’s kneeling next to Sam, reaching up to brush away the tears, and it’s hard to reach his face because when did his baby brother get so freakishly tall? “It’s okay, Sammy. Don’t cry.”

“Mean it, Dean. I need you. I can’t - not without you.”

Dean stands and hugs Sam’s teary face to his chest. “Not going anywhere, Sammy. I’m right here with you.” Sam wraps his hands around his big brother and they melt into each other, bright morning sunshine and the smell of burnt, forgotten coffee, and little drops of water and tears mixing together and they don’t know where Dean ends and Sam begins but that's exactly what they're craving, wouldn’t have it any other way.

#wincest #wincest fanfiction #spn trope round robin #sam x dean #my writing #stanford era #hurt/comfort #eventual fluff #sam needing dean so bad he cries is apparently my thing now

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artxyra · 4 years ago

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Prom Proposal

So @enchantingdefendoreagle requested, “I have a request I am hoping for a Daminette fanfic. Where since Prom is canceled that the Waynes have offered to host Gotham Academy Prom because Gotham Academy is under reconstruction or something. Damian has seen Marinette for a while having a crush on her but never saying anything. “

Note: I wanted to try pinning Damian and a lot of things happened... so I hope you enjoy.

Normally, Damian would never make such a big deal over a school event cancellation. He would shrug it off as if it was beneath him. Well, that was the case until the Joker decided to turn Gotham Academy’s gym into a playground until Batman and Robin removed him from the premise. However, there was an absolute reason as to why this event had affected him so much. For a while now, Damian was actually looking forward to the annual prom dance. He was actually going to participate in said event, but the one person he was trying to ask to be date—they haven’t really spoken to one another outside of class assignments.

“Father I demand that we host prom.” Damian urges barging into his father’s office the second the school email about prom’s cancellation went to the students. What Damian didn’t account for was Grayson being inside the office as well.

“Hold, Little D. Why would you of all people even want to B to host prom? You didn’t go last year so why the sudden change.” Dick wonders at his little brother. So yeah, Damian didn’t go his junior year but once again this year is different.

With Damian being silent for a moment was all it took for Dick to realize something, “Is it for a girl…a boy maybe?”

“Tt. I have my reasons.” Damian counters crossing his arms and turning his attention away from his brother to his father, who appears to be done with everything going on.

“Damian, do you really think that having the manor full of teens is a good idea?” Bruce asks concern about his son’s mental health, but he too was wondering why the sudden change in attitude for one of many iconic moments in a teenager’s life.

“There is no reason father,” Damian says lying through his teeth. There was a reason, but he doesn’t want his family to find out about said reason.

Dick nor Bruce seemed convinced, but a simple quick look to one another, they knew getting an answer out of eighteen-year-old would be a battle they didn’t want to have.

“I’ll consider it.” Bruce states practically agreeing to his son plans to have prom at the Manor just like any other Wayne Gala he has hosted before. The only difference would be teens instead of adults.

It only took Bruce Wayne three days to send an email to the academy, offering to host prom night at Wayne Manor. The headmistress took that offer immediately know that there will be backlash for not accepting such a proposal. Two days after that, the school sends out emails informing the students that prom will be hosted in two months having it right on schedule. Those who order prom tickets will receive further information closer to the date.

After getting his father on board with the thought, Damian was internally excited, now just to put his plan into action. That plan over two months failed at least five different times.

The first attempt, in the classroom right after class was finished. He knows that she’ll usually stay in the class until everyone is out. Well, that didn’t happen. She was the first person out, running like her depended on it.

The second attempt was at the courtyard, a couple of days after the first attempt. Damian knew (well he asked Jon) that she had a tendency to sketch under the largest tree during the evening. He also knew that they shared the same independent study times due to having worked on projects together. Just as he was about to ask her, another student walked up to her. The bluenette, from afar, seemed to be interested in the conversation. Damian ended up walking away hoping to try again later.

The third attempt was almost a success. He was actually talking to her, but the words would not come out the way he had hoped. This just added to his stoic personality that she was used to. Then right before he finally mustered up the confidence, a girl with pigtails interrupted them implying that she only wanted to talk to Damian. Apparently, pigtail girl wanted to ask Damian to prom and he of course denied the proposal.

“You need, help?” Jon asks on the day before Damian could attempt his fourth go.

“Tt. I rather suffer.”

Jon raises an eyebrow, “Uh-huh. She’s in the art room.” Jon walks away with a smirk on his face. Damian could only glare at his retreating friend.

Sure enough, Jon was right, she was in the art room. However, it was clear that she was in the zone. A zone that is nearly impossible to get her out of.

“DC, can we talk?” She doesn’t acknowledge him. He tries again a couple more times. Damian should have known better. They barely speak when in class, so why the hell would they speak out of class.

“How it go?” Jon asks as he smiles knowing exactly how the encounter went.

“Kent, you could have told me she was in the zone.” Damian lightly punches Jon in the shoulder. “Do you have any idea what she’s working on?”

Jon chuckles and instead of answering he goes inside the art room. Damian couldn’t help but wonder about what they are doing.

The fifth attempt was really his own attempt. In fact, it was the girl he has been trying to ask out that ended all of his sufferings.

Damian was been avoiding practically everyone in the challenge to ask this one person to prom. Every potential idea was either scrap or too out of character for him—not that he was out of character trying to ask her in the first; he’s blaming it on this unknown emotion that has been haunting him since he had gotten to know DC. What makes matter worse is that prom was only a couple of weeks away.

“You’re going to love this.” Jon states dragging the Wayne heir across the school grounds. Damian put up a fight but Jon inhuman strength kind of won the battle. So, he was trapped in his best friend’s grip being to who knows where.

The next thing Damian knew was being stopped in his tracks and seeing black with little rays of light coming through Jon’s hand.

“Kent, I swear—”

“Yeah, yeah, just stay with me for a second.”

“A second.” Damian deadpans crossing his arms over his chest.

Damian may have not seen it but Jon was rolling his eyes and whispering some words to someone.

“Okay, in three…two…one!” Jon’s hand immediately uncovers his face. Damian was seconds away from turning to attack his friend, but something red, green, and yellow catches his eyes.

There standing in front of him, is the girl he’s been trying to ask out wearing a female version of the current Robin’s outfit holding a sign that says, “A Robin with a sword would be troubling, but a Robin without a sword wouldn’t be complete. Will you go to PROM WITH ME?” To the side of her is a try of Batfam theme cupcakes.

“Dupain-Cheng, you never cease to surprise me,” Damian states feeling a little stupid that he was worrying for nothing. “Yes, I’ll be your date to prom.”

“I know and do you have any idea how hard it was to pretend that I wasn’t interested.” Marinette awkwardly chuckles

“What?” Now he was confused. Hold on…pretending? Damian couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “You knew?” He accused Jon who simply shrugs and takes a cupcake like it was nothing.

“Seeing you two pinning over one another was the highlights of my day. Mari was always in a panic when she tried to talk to you but there was always someone in the way, and you panicking like it was the end of the world. So yeah, I needed my own fun with all of this.” Jon answers before taking a bite out of the cupcake.

Marinette and Damian eye one another before smirking.

Legend has it that Jon’s screams of terror echoes throughout the school.

Fast forward to prom night, the Wayne family finally understood why Damian wanted to have prom at the Wayne Manor. The moment they saw the girl he was escorting—Damian had taken the car earlier that evening without a word to his family—they were all shook. Dick was squealing saying that the little bird finally found someone. Tim wasn’t sure what was going on aside from the flashing lights. Jason knew that girl and went into overprotective brother mode (that was not for Damian). Bruce wanted to cry but he had to keep up an image. Alfred had taken photos of the couple—those did not see the light of day until the wedding.

All in all, the family was pleased to see Damian being happy with the girl as they dance the night away.

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starring-movies · 4 years ago

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The Haunting of Bly Manor: Episode Analysis

*SPOILERS*

Episode 7 - The Two Faces, Part Two

Episode 7 of The Haunting of Bly Manor is mainly a continuation of Episode 3, which has the same name, as we explore more of Peter and Rebecca’s backstory and a lot more questions also start to get answered.

The episode starts as Dani has been tied up and is coming back into consciousness after Miles (possessed by Peter) hit her over the head at the end of Episode 6. As Peter is trying to set his plan in motion, for him and Rebecca to possess Miles and Flora’s bodies permanently, he suddenly gets thrown into a memory. Unlike Hannah, Rebecca and Flora who ‘dream-hop’ through many of their memories, Peter only ever gets put into one of his memories.

The memory that Peter repeatedly gets pulled into is the memory of a time when his mother came to visit him. Peter’s mother knocks on the door and when Peter lets her in, she tells him “I’m out” and that this time she’s out “forever”, because she says “I suppose they’d say I’m cured”. It’s never explicitly made clear where she’s “out” from, but it’s most likely that she’s been released from a mental institution for her failure to help her son when she knew that her husband was molesting him (which is something that is insinuated later in the episode).

Peter’s mother tells Peter that she needs money from him now that she’s been released and so she blackmails him, saying that she’ll show Henry his “juvenile records”, if he doesn’t give her any money.

The scene then moves to the memory which Rebecca has entered, where we find out that “priceless heirlooms” have been stolen from the manor and that Peter had been embezzling money from Henry. From this it becomes apparent that in Episode 5 when Hannah saw Peter stealing a necklace from Charlotte’s vanity, he was stealing it so that he could sell it and give the money to his other to keep her quiet. It seems that Peter was stealing the “priceless heirlooms”, such as the necklace, to give the money to his mother. However, the “quarter million pounds” that Peter embezzled from Henry most likely really was for the purpose that he said - so that he could run away to make a life in America with Rebecca and free himself from his mother’s blackmailing.

A small little detail; is that after Rebecca finds out that Peter is dead, we see her zoned out in one of Miles and Flora’s lessons. On the desk that Rebecca is sitting behind, there are some word blocks that spell out “redrum”, which is a nod to the 1980’s film ‘The Shining’. Mike Flanagan created The Haunting of Bly Manor and also directed the 2019 sequel to The Shining, Doctor Sleep.

It’s interesting to note that in The Shining “redrum” spells “murder” backwards, and Rebecca ends up being murdered by Peter.

This is not the only reference to The Shining, as there was another one in Episode 1. When we see Dani leaving the hostel which she’s been staying at, as she’s shutting the door behind her, we can see that her room number was 217. In the original book of The Shining by Steven King, the haunted room that Jack Torrance enters is room 217 (but in the movie it’s room 237).

As well as these two instances, there is yet another reference to The Shining, also in Episode 1. When Miles and Flora are locking Dani in the cupboard, we get a shot of them just before the shut the door on her. The shot of Miles and Flora standing side by side with one another evokes the memorable shot of the twins in The Shining.

Rebecca tries to suggest to Peter that they still continue their previous plan to run off to America and tells him that she doesn’t mind if people think that she’s “some batty old witch who talks to thin air”. Peter tells her that they can’t do that because he “can’t leave Bly” and he “can’t get past the end of the drive”, but then he discovers that he can possess Rebecca’s body just like he can with Miles’. The two of them devise a plan where Peter will possess Rebecca’s body and he’ll try to leave while still in her body. They carry out the plan the next morning but as Rebecca runs to the boundary of the grounds, Peter is ejected from her body.

This brings up a question of confusion, as in Episode 9 Dani manages to leave Bly with The Lady in the Lake in partial possession of her body and neither of them were thrown out from Dani’s body. Since Dani is able to leave the grounds, the reason that Peter was pushed out of Rebecca’s body must be because he exited her body himself. As he was about to cross the boundary he probably came to the realisation that if he left while still in Rebecca’s body, then he and Rebecca will never be able to be properly together again and so he pulled himself out so that he could think of another way that they could be together. However it also could be that Dani stopped Viola’s gravity well when she invited Viola into herself (we see all the other ghosts are released when this happens in Episode 9), but this still wouldn’t explain Peter’s oddly quiet reaction when he gets pushed out of Rebecca’s body at the manor’s boundary.

This would also make sense of a lot of a few other things as well. It would make sense of the odd reaction that Peter gives after the failed attempt at escape, when Rebecca says “it didn’t work” - he doesn’t look particularly sad that it didn’t work, even though he was so enthusiastic to finally be able leave and be with Rebecca. It would also make sense of when Older Jamie says that “Peter had not been back to find her, he had left her at the boundary of Bly”. Peter disappears for so long because he’s trying to come up with a different plan for them to be able to be with one another.

After trying to leave the manor in Rebecca’ body doesn’t work, for whatever reason, Peter then comes back to Rebecca with his new plan. Peter explains that when he tries to take possession of Rebecca’s body, neither of them mean to, but he always tries to push her out and she always tries to push him out and so the possession is “temporary”. He tells her that there is a way that they can be together forever and able to touch each other but to do this he says he needs to be given permanent possession of her body and for this to happen she needs to invite him in and give him consent. However when he’s explaining this to Rebecca, Peter doesn’t explain that his grand plan for them to be together means that he’ll take over her body and they’ll only be together by being tucked away in a memory together.

After being given consent from Rebecca to have permanent control over her body, which he gets through the phrase “it’s you, it’s me, it’s us”, Peter carries out his plan. Rebecca gets tucked away “in a memory of them”, and although they are together and can touch one another, this is not what she wanted (nor is this what he really promised to her when he got her to give him her consent) and it’s not ideal for him either as he is now left in Rebecca’s body “here, alone”.

Since Peter is now alone in Rebecca’s body and he doesn’t want to continue to be alone, he decides that he’ll drown her body so that they’ll both become ghosts and they will both be together that way. We see Rebecca (possessed by Peter) crying as she walks into the lake, and then we see Peter crying in bed with Rebecca in the tucked away memory, which is how we know that Peter was in possession of Rebecca’s body when she drowned.

But then as the water starts to enter Rebecca’s body’s lungs, Peter leaves and Rebecca herself is forced back into control of her own body again. We see just what type of a person he is, as he leaves her on her own to feel the pain of the drowning. In a parallel to this, this shows us just how much Rebecca cares for Flora, as in Episode 9 she tells Flora that she’ll take over her body before she’s dragged into the lake and she’ll feel everything for her - a completely selfless action considering that she’s already had to endure the pain once.

Like Peter and Hannah, Rebecca immediately turns into a ghost and we see her mourning her body and the betrayal of her trust, as she stands by the side of the lake and cries. This explains to us why, when Rebecca was possessing Flora’s body, she always walked to the lake - because she sits by the lake and mourns her life.

This is the most prominent example of the love versus possession conversation that Dani and Jamie were having in Episode 3. Peter says that he loves Rebecca, but he displays no true love for her at all, to ask for her complete trust and consent and then to betray her by stealing her life. Peter is acting completely on selfishness and is treating Rebecca like a possession who he manipulate for his own personal benefit. To truly love someone is to want the absolute best for them, even if that comes at your own expense; but when Peter makes this decision he isn’t thinking about Rebecca at all, he’s only thinking about his own desires and loneliness.

After Peter drowns her body, Rebecca returns once more to the memory of when Peter gave her Charlotte’s fur coat. The memory was once a very happy one for Rebecca, but now it’s been tainted by Peter’s selfish actions. Rebecca now sees how Peter manipulated her as she says that “I didn’t agree”, she only agreed to them being together not for him to take her life from her.

Peter suddenly gets pulled back into the only memory that he gets pulled into, the memory of his mother coming to visit him. Peter says that from constantly having to return to this memory he feels “like I’m in hell” and his mother says “well, where else would you go”, stating that there is nowhere else that he could go after what he did to to Rebecca.

Peter then gets released from the memory he was being tucked away in and he returns to the attic, where Miles and Flora are in the process of freeing Dani. Peter stops Miles and Flora from letting Dani go and Rebecca returns from her dream hopping.

To try and convince Miles and Flora to give consent for their bodies to be possessed, Peter says that they’ll be able to go to their “forever house” where they’ll be with their parents forever. The “forever house” is a reference to The Haunting of Hill House where Olivia made blueprints of a “forever home” for the family to live in once they got enough money from flipping Hill House (but when Olivia dies, Hill House becomes the forever home). The “forever house/home” is something that is supposed to symbolise safety and family, however in both Hill House and Bly Manor this isn’t really the case. In Hill house the promise of the “forever home” that Olivia dreamt of was never fulfilled; and in Bly Manor the “forever house” that Peter is talking about is just for Miles and Flora to be permanently tucked away in false memories.

Despite Peter’s manipulation, he does know what love really looks like. He tells Miles that, when he’s tucked away in the “forever house” with his parents, he’ll be “with two people who love you so much, so much. That makes you the luckiest man in the world, the richest person, I wish I could be that rich”. Peter recognises that being in a safe place with two people who love you makes you the “richest person” and was something that he never got to experience himself. Not that this makes his behaviour acceptable, but it may from his childhood where Peter developed a distorted view of love and posession, and so this is why he manipulates others and treats them as his possessions - while Peter is supposed to be the conventional ‘villain’, this fleshing out of his past makes his character much more multifaceted and complex, as well as making his actions much less black and white. This added depth and complication is one of the things that makes Bly Manor and its characters so deeply flawed yet extremely relatable.

When Peter takes permanent possession of Miles’ body, when Miles gets up we can see that his right eye is still blue but his left eye is now brown. This is a sign that the person is no longer completely themselves anymore and we see the same thing happen to Dani’s eyes in Episode 9.

We then see Miles (possessed by Peter) walking with Hannah to the well, to try and get her to come to the realisation that she’s dead. He compares Hannah to the cartoon Wile E. Coyote, who would run off a cliff and just keep going, just as Hannah has died (run off the cliff) but she just keeps going and doesn’t become a proper ghost. Miles explains to Hannah that “when Wile E. Coyote looked down, then he’d fall, only when he looked down”, so he tells Hannah that she also needs to look down in order for her to come to terms with her situation and then she’ll also fall (become a ghost). The looking down that Miles wants Hannah to do is not just an actual looking down the well to see her corpse, but this is also a metaphorical looking down of her seeing the ‘big picture’ and for her to stop being in denial.

Hannah finally looks down the well and sees her corpse. She isn’t interrupted (like when Dani interrupted her doing this in Episode 1), but she’s given a proper moment to take in what she’s seeing, and so she is able to come to process and accept her death - just like Peter got to see and accept his body being dragged away by The Lady in the Lake; and just like Rebecca saw and mourned for her body by the side of the lake.

We then return to Flora and Dani in the attic and we find out that Rebecca only pretended to go along with Peter’s plan and possess Flora’s body. Rebecca tells Flora that “no one should ever need that much help”, showing us that she understands true, selfless love and to ask that much of someone is not caring for them at all. This also relates back to what Peter did to Rebecca, he should have never needed “that much help” from Rebecca as to take her entire life from her.

As well as this, it shows us how much Peter is like his mother. Peter’s mother asked too much of him and, in a way, ended up killing him by blackmailing him for money, which is just as he told her that “I hope you know that, late at night, that you killed your own son”. Peter is just as manipulative as his mother when he persuades Rebecca and Miles to trust him so that he can possess their bodies - needing to ask for “that much help” from a person is not love.

You can read my previous The Haunting of Bly Manor posts here:-

Episode 1 - The Great Good Place

Episode 2 - The Pupil

Episode 3 - The Two Faces, Part One

Episode 4 - The Way It Came

Episode 5 - Altar of the Dead

Episode 6 - The Jolly Corner

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A Marriage of Inconvenience (6)

overall pairing: mafia!jeno x mafia!oc

overall genre: angst | smut | fluff

warnings: language, mentions of violence + death, jeno threatening to kill hyuck, mentions of sex, explicit sex, angry/rough sex, choking, manhandling (kinda), unprotected sex (be safe!!!), somnophilia, oral (fem. receiving), overstimulation, praise kink (kinda), moaning kink, crying during sex, i literally wrote fucking filth okay??

summary: when two mafia gangs decide to end their family feud after decades, your mother decides to give your hand away to marriage of their son, lee jeno. he seemed to hate you from the moment he laid his eyes on you, but could the resolution lead to something much more than a bride and groom?

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27 April

Despite your threat to leave nearly a week ago, you hadn’t left the palace since that moment—well, you hadn’t really taken a step out of your room other than to go to Jisung’s room, and Mark had so nicely guided you on a pathway from your room to his. You also hadn’t talked to Jeno since then, also considering that he was being a complete asshole to you from the moment you had even entered the house nearly two weeks ago. He was just that—an absolute asshole.

Jisung had been taken back to the Park mansion two days earlier, leaving you with a tight hug and a promise that you would indeed see him again, just to be ripped from your grip one more time. At least he had healed enough for the Parks to...not be completely suspicious to the point where they declared some war on the Lees, and it was good enough for him to be sent back. It wasn’t easy, staying in your room with absolutely nothing to do other than to sit by the window and enjoy the air, or listen to Mark talk about virtually nothing for hours. It wasn’t that you didn’t enjoy his company, he was just so talkative to the point that you would zone out to the sound of his voice and focus on how your life could’ve been if you didn’t ever leave your home.

You didn’t know what you expected for Jeno to do, however: come visit you? apologize to you? maybe tell you that he’s sorry for being the main cause of your misery? But you hadn’t seen that handsome face of him for the past week, and only when you had briefly mentioned him to Mark, he had told you that Jeno’s birthday had passed on the twenty-third. And he hadn’t celebrated it in the least. You didn’t expect him, or any of the Lees to be celebrators of their birthdays, but Mark had insisted that this was just a Jeno thing: he never wanted to take note of the fact that he was born on that day.

Jeno, however, felt like a complete failure of a fiancee when he saw you storm out of his bedroom with tears and a broken voice, and he couldn’t even bring it up to himself to ask why the fuck he decided to explode on you as if everything was your fault. It really wasn’t, not even in the slightest, but he also couldn’t find anyone else to blame: his father? your father? both families? But he knew that he had fucked up when he saw someone as strong as you cry with real tears streaming down your face the way you did when Jisung lunged himself in front of a week earlier. And the worst part was, he wasn’t really much different from Taeyong, being the reason that you were shedding tears and being the cause of your pain. He felt like shit.

And maybe he deserved to feel like shit when he hesitated in front of your door every single time he built up the courage to actually go up to your room, and maybe he felt like shit when he sent Mark in there instead, to see how you were doing. Were you eating right? Were you feeling better? Were you recovering properly the way you were supposed to? He didn’t know why he wanted to know how you were doing, but he felt obligated in a way, obligated to keep you—safe.

Mark told him that you were—softer. Softer than the way you were when you first came to the palace, and he said that it was because of your brother; that your brother made you softer on the inside and messed with your emotions. Taeyong was smart in that way, emotionally manipulating you with your core weakness, family. You knew that you went soft whenever it came to Jisung, but you couldn’t help it anyway, seeing him hurt meant that it hurt you more, mentally and physically.

It was around eight in the evening when Jeno decided for about the hundredth time that he had the courage to storm up to your room and apologize to you about being—a shitty person to you. He stood in front of your door again, a hand raised to knock but it never actually meeting the wood, hesitation going through his blood. What if she doesn’t want to talk to me? Obviously she wouldn’t, you were a fucking idiot towards her.

“You’re not backing out this time,” Jeno jumped from the sound of a familiar voice, double-taking on the owner of the sweet voice behind him. Donghyuck was standing behind him with his arms crossed, a slight smirk painting his face as he nodded towards your door. “Don’t think I haven’t seen you chicken out on actually going into her room for like—the past fucking week. Don’t be a pussy, Jeno...”

“I haven’t been chickening out,” he answered quietly, looking at the intricate door and then back to Donghyuck, his voice lacking any real confidence. “I just don’t want to be—rude or anything.”

“Rude? You’re worried about being rude, now?” He asked incredulously, the one eyebrow with a perfect slit raising as he leaned against the wall, the sound of voice increasing slightly until Jeno gave him a look. “Okay, okay. Just—get over yourself and apologize to her. She deserves it, you know. She’s a pretty one.” Donghyuck hummed thoughtfully after that, making his brother give him a pointed look. “I mean, just stating facts. She’s pretty, she’s got a pretty voice, and everything about her is—pretty.”

“Don’t talk about her like that,” he growled softly, and Donghyuck put his hands up in mock defense, shaking his head. “She’s mine.” The words tasted familiar on his tongue, like they were meant to be there as he gave him another cocky look. “Don’t look at me like that, Hyuck. I’ll kill her if you even lay a hand on her.”

“Feisty, okay,” he punctuated the last word with a smack of his lips, pursing them carefully as he rolled his eyes. “Just listen. You were an ass, and she probably still thinks you’re an ass because you’re the only one here that can’t get over his massive ego. She’s not stupid, either, so don’t half-ass your apology. Get it over with and then eat her out, simple.”

Jeno could’ve spit out his water if he had any in his mouth. Donghyuck just shrugged after his words, as if he hadn’t just given his older brother some—sex advice? “She’ll definitely forgive you if you suck on her clit, okay? You’ve stressed the pretty girl out enough, so go make her cum a few times. Oh, and you might wanna close the door, these servants just walk in on their own accord these days.”

“Hyuck, if you don’t fucking shut up right now, I’m gonna choke you to death.”

“Kinky,” he wiggled his eyebrows, dodging Jeno’s hand as he lunged for the collar of his shirt. “Yikes! You might not want to show her that side yet, it’s a little too early. See ya!” He backed away from his grip, swaying down the hallway till the end turn, giving him a small wave, and then disappearing.

Suck on her clit...make her cum a few times. That doesn’t sound...that bad? His eyes fell back on your door, the one that he had been standing in front of for the past few days, never having the actual courage to give it a sharp knock and see your face again. But she probably doesn’t want to see me anyway. Hyuck’s right. I was an ass...and I kinda still am. Jeno raised up his hand again, resting it softly against the wood so it wouldn’t make a noise. Okay, on three.

One.

Two.

Three.

He left a sharp few hits to the wood, regretting it almost immediately with every single cell in his body. Shit, shit, shit, I should leave. Okay, fuck. You already knocked on the fucking door, Lee Jeno, you can’t leave now, she’s just gonna hate you even more. Fuck, did she hear it? Maybe I should—

“Mark?” Your voice was euphonious, the name of his older brother ringing through the room, though it was muffled from the distance that he heard it. “I said you don’t have to knock anymore, just come in.” His pursed his lips at your words. Mark’s been coming in without knocking?

Even though you were basically inviting him in, his feet didn’t move to his mind, staying planted. Suddenly, the ground looked very appealing to it. He never really seemed to realize how nicely the expensive wood floor looked against the walls and the door. Maybe he’d end this mafia business and just become an architect instead.

The door swung open, revealing your unsuspecting figure as you focused on Jeno’s face, your face falling as you realized who was finally outside of your door after what seemed like decades. “Oh...” You sounded disappointed to see him, which wasn’t necessarily the case for you. You were just—surprised. “You’re not...Mark,” you trailed off, looking away from him.

“Can I come in?”

He didn’t sound as harsh as he did when he spoke to you last, but you couldn’t let it deceive you this time. Your hand curled around the doorknob, getting ready the slam the door in his face eventually. “No.” You weren’t as firm as you wished to be, but that’s what the flat piece of wood of a door was for. You swung it forward, but Jeno’s foot stopped it first, halting it halfway through it’s motion.

“Please? I just want to talk...” He sounded desperate, your heart twisting at the sound. You shook your head in denial. Nope, I’m not letting him in again. I can’t let him in any longer. “Y/N, please.” There it is again, saying my name like that.

“Stop saying my name like that,” you muttered, still trying to close the door on him but failing. “Just go. Leave me alone.” You realized that you were sounding like a child, but you didn’t really care at this point. “Just go!”

Jeno already had a short temper, that was something that was obvious to almost everyone in that entire palace, and your stubbornness was annoying him by the second. All he wanted to do was set things right, apologize to you properly for being an asshole the entire time, but you weren’t quite making it easy for him. Well, he couldn’t really blame you, if you had done the same thing, he probably wouldn’t want to see you either. But it was prickling his nerves intently, annoying him from the way you were even refusing to hear him out.

“Y/N, just listen to me for one minute,” he tried to keep his voice level, to sound sane as you didn’t budge. “Y/N! Just listen to what I have to say!”

“Why should I listen to you?!” You snapped back, and you knew that you had hit a nerve of his when his tongue poked at his cheek, darting out to lick his lips shortly. For some reason, it made you oddly satisfied to piss him off, the urge to push him further down the road fueling you as you bit down on a smirk of pride. “You’re such a fucking prick, Lee Jeno!”

That did it. The foot that was holding the door with such patience was removed for a brief moment, only for him to kick it back with so much power that it startled you. He made his way in, nearly making you stumble backwards as he slammed it shut with a loud sound, grabbing your body and pinning you to the wood in less than a second. Your breath hitched as tried to squirm away from the tight grip he held on your wrists, but his eyes were pouring into you, bright will a newfound anger and...lust?

His hand went to cup your core the same time he attacked your lips, basically crashing them together so hard that you thought your mouth would bleed from the action. “I’m a prick?” He asked between kisses, nipping at your lip with his teeth as his eyes never left yours. “What? You like that?” The hand that was over your clothed pussy rubbed with an increasing friction, your strong demeanor falling as he did so. “You like it when I touch you there? Huh?”

As much as you didn’t want to admit it to him, you nodded your head, panting as you did so. “You are a prick, so fucking—selfish, fuck...” His hands had dipped past your jeans and panties, fingers roughly caressing your folds that were growing wet by the second. Your hands were grasping his forearms as he continued the fast paced motion, making you double over. “Fuck, fuck, fuck...”

“You’re a brat, Y/N,” he snarled, stopping momentarily to basically rip off your jeans, throwing them behind him as he yanked down your panties, leaving you bare to him. “You can’t even listen to me when I ask you to, so disobedient. I was trying to be fucking nice for once.”

“Shut up,” you pierced him with your gaze as you watched him kick off his own boxers, taking in the sight of his fully erect cock. “What? Is this why you came here? Because you fucked up with your words and now you’re so fucking hard for me?! You deserve it...” He thrusted into you, hard and raw as you let out a yelp of pain, your fingers digging into his arm as he started a brutal pace.

“Deserve what?” He mocked, grabbing you by the jaw to push your head back, moving forward to suck at your neck. “Deserve to be called a prick? You think you can talk to me like that?” You fisted a hand in his hair, pulling at the locks hard enough to elicit a moan from him. “You’re the one dripping all over the floor for me.”

“You’re not my father,” you scratched at his chest, trying not to let him know how good he was making you feel. “Fuck off, Jeno.”

He groaned at the sound of his name, pushing you even harder against the door as he thrusted impossibly deeper, making your entire body go limp as you wrapped your legs around his hips. You were trying to get ahold of yourself, to keep yourself grounded but the way he was fucking you so desperately made you lose your mind.

Jeno noticed your fucked out expression as he pulled back from your neck, feeling the hot skin under your shirt as he raked it upwards, grasping onto you tightly. You looked so good like that, so drunk on his cock that you couldn’t focus on anything but it. Oh, it just felt that good. “At least you‘ll fucking listen to me now,” he continued, hitting your sweet spot with such a force that had you crying out. “Oh, baby, does that feel good?” Good? Good was a fucking understatement of how it felt, the way his cock was dragging across your tightened walls, clenching over him every time his gruff voice hit your ear. He could tell you liked it—no—loved it, and he took it to his advantage, stilling with his cock buried deep inside of your pussy that your eyes fluttered open in response.

You tried bucking your hips, but his strength held you to the wall, driving you crazy. “You gonna listen to me like a good girl, now?” He asked, a little softer as his hand cupped at your cheek for a moment. You tried shying away but his grip was still there. “Answer me.”

“Just fuck me, Jeno,” you said breathlessly, arching your back to get him to move again. “Come on!”

He could’ve sworn you fucking whimpered when he thrusted deeply into you again, hitting your sweet spot as he stilled once again. “Don’t be greedy, princess. Listen to me.” The pet name caught your attention, the weakness of it seeping through as you nodded slowly. “Good girl, you like that? You like it when I praise you, don’t you?” You nodded again, this time falling completely into his hold as his fingers caressed your skin.

“I came here because I wanted to say I’m sorry. I’m sorry for being a fucking prick. I’m sorry for treating you like shit from the literal moment I saw you. I’m sorry for trying to kill you, and I’m sorry for your brother getting shot. I’m sorry, Y/N. I’m really fucking sorry.” His breath fanned your face, bringing you back to reality for a moment to see his sincere expression. “And I’m not just saying this because you’re letting me fuck you against the door.”

You let out an unhumorous chuckle, “Yeah? I don’t believe you.” Now you were just trying to push his buttons. You could see how his eyes had changed from their sparkle of lust to something else as he spoke to you, but they changed back, and the hand on your cheek moved down to your neck instead. His fucking was hard as his fingers pressed at the sides of your throat, your moans now coming out choked.

“You’ll believe me when I’m done with you, princess,” he whispered into your ear, removing his hand just to slam you against the door again, the action knocking the breath out of you. “Look at you, so fucking helpless for my cock. Aren’t you just a sight for sore eyes?” You couldn’t even answer his taunt, holding onto him for dear life as he pounded into you to your orgasm. You scratched down his back, letting out a loud moan as he drove you into overstimulation. He took you harder, his cock causing you oversensitiveness as you felt him chase after his own high. With a groan, he came, filling you up with his milky liquid as you threw your head back at the feeling of his cum inside of you.

Jeno pulled out his already softening dick, watching as his essence dripped out of your hole down your thighs, even decorating the wood underneath the two of you with the liquid. As he unwound your legs from around his hips, he set you back down on your two feet with ease, even though you stumbled into him anyway, clutching at his shirt desperately as he held you from falling. “That good, huh?”

“Fuck off, Jeno.”

28 April

“She came once?!” Donghyuck asked incredulously, pointing at Jeno accusingly as he rolled his eyes at his exaggeration. This was probably the third time he asked him with the same tone, completely baffled to the point where he was scoffing in disbelief. “What about ‘make her cum a few times’ did you not fucking understand?!”

“She pissed me off, okay! I just got—too into the moment and took her against the door, but I think she liked it...” He trailed off, remembering how you had looked at him with those huge gleaming eyes of yours, begging silently for him to fuck you into oblivion while he was attempting to apologize. “But, er—I did apologize.”

“And? How’d she take that?”

Jeno blinked, the only memory coming back to him being your answer in order to rile him up into stuffing you with his cock again. He looked sheepishly over at his brother, scratching the back of his neck. “Uh, well. She told me she didn’t believe me so I just made her cum.” Donghyuck didn’t seem impressed. “What?! Don’t look at me like that!”

“Like what?” He crossed his arms, sighing dramatically. “Like you just fucked your fiancee after I told you to act like a sane person and apologize with your mouth?”

“No! Like I did something wrong!”

“Uh, um, well. You fucked your fiancee after I told you to act like a sane person and apologize with your mouth, and you left her to an empty room in the morning to come and fucking talk to me?! How do you expect her to forgive you after that? Or worse, how do you expect her to let you fuck her after that?!”

“Wow, priorities,” Jeno rolled his eyes at his brother’s words, leaning back against his bed. “And I didn’t leave her like that! I did the aftercare shit and I was there the whole night, you know, and I like hugged her and shit. It was cute...you know?”

Donghyuck massaged his forehead. “Cuddling, Jeno. It’s called cuddling. Get your endearment terms together and maybe you can work this thing out with her. Have you ever dated before?”

“Er—no?”

“Yeah, that explains a lot.” He shuffled forward, crossing his legs as if he was about to start lecturing Jeno about the theory of relativity. “So, rule number one. You don’t fuck for forgiveness. It doesn’t work like that. Two, you can’t just fuck her all the time. And three, if you don’t go back to her room and make her cum at least three times, I’ll do it myself. And yes! That’s a fucking threat, brother!”

“You just said I shouldn’t fuck for forgiveness, Hyuck. And I already told you that I’ll kill you if you even dare to touch her—I’m gonna narrow it down to look at her.” Donghyuck didn’t seem fazed by the weak threat, but slapped his thigh instead, startling him. “What was that for?”

“Do you like her?”

“I’m engaged to her.”

“That doesn’t answer the question, jackass.”

“Yes, fuck. Yeah, I like her.”

He grabbed Jeno by the arm, pushing him off the bed as he continued to move towards the door, eventually throwing him out of the room. “So go fucking tell her that, you idiot. And don’t come into my room until you’ve made her cum three times.”

You woke up with a tingling sensation from between your legs, your entire mind in a haze as a wave of pleasure crashed over you, sending too many signals to your brain that you were flooded from the feeling. You didn’t understand what was happening, but as your eyes finally fluttered open to a sight of bright hair between your legs, oh, you knew exactly what was happening.

Jeno was lapping at your folds like a small dog, his tongue swirling over your skin slowly until he noticed you were waking up. He didn’t stop, however, his hands moving to throw your legs over his shoulders before he sent you a silent wink, burying his tongue into your heat again. Your heart jumped, jumped out of your fucking chest when you felt the wet muscle at your most sensitive area, your body responding so quickly with an arch of your back. If this was Jeno’s first time ever giving oral, you wouldn’t have known, considering it was most definitely the first time someone had ever put their mouth on you in such an intimate fashion. He didn’t quite know what he was doing either, considering that he actually hadn’t done this before, but your responses were fueling him to continue.

He stopped momentarily to rub your inner thighs, looking at you with widened eyes as he saw you biting at your lip, your eyes barely open as he moved his finger against your clit instead. “Good morning, princess,” he wouldn’t have found the moment any hotter if you hadn’t came from the sound of his raspy morning voice, a cry ripping from your throat as you felt yourself flush in embarrassment. Jeno, however, was impressed. “Oh my god. You just came. Did you just cum from my voice?” He asked with curiosity, but he knew the answer was yes when you tried to close your legs. “Fuck, that’s so hot.”

Jeno felt his ego soar from that, noticing that you were so affected by him as he pressed his lips against your core again, watching as you cried out from the sensitivity. Though he hadn’t ever tasted a pussy before yours, he was sure that it couldn’t get any sweeter. You tasted so good, so wet and fulfilling for him as he practically made out with your clit. The sparks going through your body were way too much, nearly sending you out of this world as you laced your fingers through his hair again, grabbing on something to keep you sane.

Yet, it didn’t keep you sane in the same way, not from the way you heard the lewd sounds coming from between your legs, filling up the entire bedroom along with your voice. He was doing so good, his jaw moving so rapidly that you couldn’t even think about anything else. Nothing but Jeno, Jeno, Jeno. He paused to move down to your hole, teasing his tongue at the entrance before adjusting his grasp on your thighs and easing himself inside. You swore loudly, his name tumbling from your mouth without a second thought as you came again, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes.

You’ve never felt this good in your entire life before, that was absolutely sure, and you especially knew it when Jeno didn’t even hesitate to continue fucking his tongue into you, making you writhe in the sheets. He was groaning from every time you cried out his name in desperation, the vibrations making you go feral as you came for the third time, tears streaming down your face as it happened.

His hands held a tight grip to your thighs as he didn’t even stop, and you cried out loudly, “Jeno, I can’t, please!” Hands ran up your body, soothing you with sweet nothings as he gave you a small break. You felt him press wet kisses to your lower abdomen, feathering them back down to between your legs once again.

“Just once more, princess,” he cooed, the voice sending shivers through your whole body as it he let out a breath against your clit. “Please? You taste so good, I can’t get enough of you. Just one more time, okay? Once more? Please?”

You fell into his grasp again, his tongue sending you into another universe as he drew soft circles of comfort into your inner thighs. The motion just had you ten times more sensitive than earlier, so much more responsive that you were when he decided to wake you up with that pretty mouth of his. That was it, his mouth was absolutely pretty. It worked so well, bringing your over the edge without a doubt, his lips turning swollen but pleasurably so as he looked up at you every so often to see your reaction. Your folds were still glistening from his saliva and your reoccurring arousal, and the amount of times that he had heard his name fall from your sweet, sweet mouth were uncountable.

You bucked your hips into his mouth as you came for the fourth time, soft sobs filling the room as you felt the wave pass over your body in an overwhelming crash. It was too much, way too much at once but it felt so good at the same time. Jeno finally removed himself from his position, letting you take a good look at him with his face covered in your juices. You threw your head back again, your chest heaving as you sobbed in absolute pleasure, the sight of your fiancee sending your emotions sky high.

“Oh my god,” he settled down next to you, pulling the comforter over both of your bodies before he wiped the tears from your face, his own expression during concerned. “Did that hurt? Please tell me that I didn’t hurt you.” You shook your head immediately, raising your hand to grasp his wrist weakly. “Did you like it? Did I do good?” He asked, his eyes searching yours as a way of needing approval. “Did I make you feel good?”

You didn’t know why you were crying, maybe it was the way you felt so intimately connected with him, maybe it was the way that his mouth had made you feel, maybe it was the way you felt so vulnerable under his control, or maybe it was the way that you felt your heart leap with just a simple glance to Jeno’s pleading eyes. But you took a single chance, leaning forward and pressing your lips to his.

“Yes.”

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I LITERALLY WROTE THIS IN A DAY, anyway, i hope you guys enjoyed that because it was f i l t h and i don’t think i’ve ever written so much fucking smut in one post. anyway, there is only one more part after this and an epilogue!! :) love you babes <3 don’t expect...to much angst after this, but i can’t promise anything ;))

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lizzielikeborden · 4 years ago

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Just A Stranger

Request: general #17 for diego?

Character: Diego Hargreeves

Prompts: General- #17 “Are you jealous?”

To be completely fair he was unaware of the situation ahead of time. Your whereabouts were completely unknown, if you were dead in a ditch you were gone before he woke up so what you were wearing was also mystery, and unlike usual you did not leave him a little list of things you were going to do. Usually this would be “- work, - grocery store - pharmacy - picking up dinner”. Not such a minor detail as “I’ll be home about 30 minutes later than usual”. Little ref whistles and red flags popped through his head the moment he lifted the note to flip it over to see if maybe you had written more. But, there was nothing, it was completely blank. Diego stared at the note, and kept reading it over trying to make sure he wasn’t missing anything. After doing so he jumped up from where he sat, hitting his knee against the table due to not pulling the chair back enough to get out of the seat properly.

My god where did I hang the clock. He thought to himself as he ran around much too anxious to find anything, including something you made him put up that he dropped on himself multiple times. Once he had finally made a full circle, seeing that the clock was directly above the front door.

Okay wait. She gets off work at 3:30 PM and it’s 4:30PM. He counted on his fingers a little and refocused multiple times just to make sure his math was correct. The second the realized that he was right he dead sprinted out the door.

She has to be in some sort of trouble. His heart raced faster than he ever thought it could. Once he got in the car he did not even think to put on a seatbelt or even completely shut the door. Lead foot Diego took off down the street, went 80mph in a school zone, and almost hit multiple people. In his mind you were already dead, stuck in the trunk of car, getting tortured, or getting harassed. About five minutes into driving he realized he had no idea where you even were. He knew not work, because you did not like to stay after due to horror stories Diego had told you about things that have happened in seemingly empty parking lots. So, he checked the grocery store parking lot and did not see your car. He went past the pharmacy because no cars were anywhere to be found in that tiny little lot. As he went past, he saw what looked to be your car at a nearby gas station.

Mother fucking christ this light could not be any longer. Diego smacked the top of the steering wall with both hands as hard as he could. The light seemed to be red for ages. It was so long that he could tell you were not in your car, nor at the pump next to the gas tank. The light turned green and luckily he was in the front or a fun game of bumper cars and trade insurances would have happened. His tires squealed as he made an incredibly sharp turn into the parking lot.

That’s her car. Where the hell is she? He read your license plate and looked around the pump, you were no where to be seen. Diego parked his car and grabbed knives from the middle consul. He hid them from direct public view and stepped inside. Detective police officer vigilante Diego was on the loose now. He was looking everyone up and down. A few shady characters were present, but none were walking toward your car or a car big enough or in good enough shape to have a human hidden inside.

Diego walked up the counter and stood for a moment, gathered his words to make sure he wouldn’t stutter, and then spoke “Hey man, you seen a (description of you) looking woman inside?”

“Yeah, she came in to pay for gas and then this other dude came in. He was having issues with is gas so she went out to go help him.” The man behind the counter pointed at the gas tank next to yours where the car once was. “She left with him.”

Diego’s blood boiled, not just out of anger, but with hints of anxiety. Why the hell would she get in a car with a strange man? They must know each other. No wonder I got such a short note. He stormed out the gas station and slammed the door. The bell that hung over top hit the glass and broke a small section. She’ll come back for her car. And I will be here when she does. He sat parked and tapped his foot and left hand vigorously.

15 minutes later

Diego’s anger was no where near settled. In fact the longer time went on the angrier he was becoming. His mind was running in circles around the same terrible thoughts. The cashier did not give a description of the vehicle but the moment the little blue sports car pulled in Diego’s instincts picked up. His suspicions were confirmed when you stepped out of the car and waved at the man who did not step out.

Oh fuck no. Diego got out of his car and stepped directly in front of the little sports car. It tried to maneuver around him but he had other plans, taking out a knife he ran and rolled across the ground. The blade cut straight through the tire like butter. The car spun and came to a halt.

“Diego?!” You ran over to the man now on his feet, you put a hand on his shoulder and he jumped a bit. Harshly he turned toward you.

“Y/N, what a pleasant surprise! I would never expect to see you here at the most shady ass gas station in a car with another man after leaving a vague mother fucking note.”

Your eyes came out of your head, you did not expect this, or any of that day to happen. No words were forming as a very very angry Diego stood in front of you. So, you just blurted out the first thing that came to mind,

“Are you jealous?” You could see in Diego’s eyes that out of every single sentence, phrase, or word you could’ve said those were the wrong ones.

“Jealous? Should I be?” He took a step back instead of anger he seemed more upset.

“No of course not. He’s a total stranger.” Diego’s mouth hung open, his eyes popped out of his skull, eyebrows furrowed. and his head was tilted.

“YOU GOT INTO A VEHICLE WITH A COMPLETE STRANGER? AND THEN LEFT WITH THE STRANGER?” He yelled in frustrating and swung his arms around.

“Excuse me bu-” The so called stranger you were with stepped out of his car but did not get a full sentence out before being shut down by Diego,

“You have two choices, fuck off, or more than just that tire will be slashed.” Diego did not even have to turn around to intimidate him before he ran back to his car and called someone to come get him. “Now back to you. What in the hell were you thinking?” His tone did not change but his demeanor did, he was much quieter and a bit calmer.

“Well. I have been running late all day. I actually did not have a plan, so I assumed 30 minutes late was already how far behind I was. I just assumed my day would be about 30 minutes behind. Once I got about here I realized how low my gas was so I decided to get some, and that guy was having horrible trouble. So I stayed and helped him pump his gas but it wouldn’t work, I offered to help him again and we went to the gas station up the street.” You explained.

“You cannot be helping grown adult men or getting in cars with them. Hell any strangers for that matter. I know you think you are oh so capable but in real situations people tend to become a whole lot less capable.” He grabbed your hand and squeezed it, still keeping some distance between the two of you. You couldn’t really argue with him. You had never been in any situation like that so you couldn’t prove him wrong. Statistically he was correct. You gently pulled for him to come closer. He did so.

“Thank you for being protective and cautious. You just care, more than normal, but you care. I shouldn’t have done that. But Mr. Vigilante you should not have slashed that poor mans tire.”

“You need to be happy I didn’t slash his thro-.”

“No no, we do not need to work you back up.” You put a hand on his cheek and made him look at you, you shook your head at him.

“What am I gonna do with you?” He smiled and leaned down, he matched your action and placed a hand across your cheek and kissed you softly.

You gave it a moment and pulled back, “I could ask you the same thing.”

You took your keys from you pocket and started to walk back to your car.

“I will be following closely behind you the entire way home. Do not test me.” Diego commented as he wandered back to his car.

You smiled and took off faster than him down the street. You were gonna be the death of him...

#diego hargreeves #diego hargreeves x reader #diego hargreeves imagine #diego hargreeves x you #diego x reader #The Umbrealla Academy #umbrella acedmy #the umbrella academy

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blu-joons · 4 years ago

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The Boys Meet Your Newborn For The First Time ~ Cho Kyuhyun

You’d barely taken your eyes off of the small bundle of joy your arms wrapped around over the past few days, admiring even the smallest details about her. To finally have the chance to bring her home and settle her into her space was the perfect dream for the both of you.

“The boys text and said they should be here in half an hour,” Kyuhyun smiled, breaking you from your little daydream as he joined you in the living room, sitting beside you both.

Since the moment Kyuhyun had let you know your daughter was here, they’d all been desperate for a chance to meet her. Finally, after getting yourselves settled you made the decision to invite the boys around, an opportunity that they quickly took up from you both.

Just like Kyuhyun, the boys had been incredible during your pregnancy, taking the best possible care of you. All of their support was the driving force in letting them come and visit your baby as soon as possible.

His head rested against your shoulder as he made himself comfortable, poking his tongue down at your daughter. “Enjoy the peace and quiet whilst we still have it,” he teased, making himself laugh.

“I’ve told her to get a last-minute nap in before she’s showered with attention.”

“I dread to think how crazy they’re going to be when they see her.”

The two of you sat for a little less than an hour before several hands banged at your door, the rowdy voices that came with them were easily distinguishable for the both of you as you stood up from the sofa.

Without even opening the door, you could see boxes and balloons in the panels of the window, taking a step back as Kyuhyun opened the door, watching their faces light up. “It looks like you bought the whole of the baby store,” he joked, welcoming them all in.

They all tried their hardest to be quiet as they came in, throwing the bags straight to Kyuhyun whilst they moved towards you, enjoying their first glances of your little one. Once each of them had spotted her, they were quick to check on you too.

Each of them became speechless however as your daughter yawned, slowly opening her eyes, looking around at all the chaos.”

“She’s beautiful.”

“Look at that smile.”

You were surrounded by all of them as they took in everything she did, similarly to how you and Kyuhyun had been doing too. “Why don’t we head into the living room, let her wake up properly?” You suggested.

Once you were in the living room, Ryeowook was the first to sit beside you, tapping his hands excitedly on his thighs. Straight away, you knew what he wanted, telling him to hold his hands out so that you could pass her across to him.

“Please be careful with my baby,” Kyuhyun called out as he joined you all in the room, “remember she has no idea who any of you are.”

“We’ll be her favourites soon enough,” Hyukjae called out from the other end of the room.

Whilst the boys slipped back into their usual behaviour, you kept a close eye on Ryeowook as he stared down at her in awe, cooing at every little movement that she made.

“So, whilst we may all be her uncles, have you guys thought about godparents or guardians?” Siwon asked you both, leaning forwards in his seat, “you can’t have a baby without godparents, she’ll need someone who will spoil her rotten.”

“Funny how you say that when you’re the one with the most money,” Donghee muttered, rolling his eyes across at him.

You shook your head at the two of them, keeping a close eye on Ryeowook as he passed your daughter onto Hyukjae. “It’s not really a priority of ours just yet, we’re more just getting used to having her around and adjusting to our new family.”

You could see the competition straight away between them all, only having to imagine all the conversations and arguments that they’d had about it. The truth was, the two of you hadn’t given it a second thought just yet, she was still getting used to having mum and dad without all these other people around her.

Your smile grew as Kyuhyun made himself comfortable beside you, draping his arm over your shoulder, “it’s going better than I expected,” he whispered into your ear.

“What did you expect from us?” Heechul called out, zoning straight into your conversation. “We might be loud and annoying, but we can be quiet for a baby, did you think we were going to come in and start a shouting match?”

Kyuhyun looked to you and then back to Heechul, knowing you’d back out of answering. “I wasn’t sure, I know what you’re all like. How many times have we been told off over the years for being too loud and not following the rules?”

“You underestimate us,” Leeteuk frowned, shaking his head at the maknae. “I gave them all a great lecture in the van on the way here about how quiet they had to be. Although, I don’t think many of them were listening to me.”

Each of the boys nodded, as always, pretending to listen to their leader. It was typical of all of them not to listen to Leeteuk, but you knew regardless of what he said they’d be quiet, mainly because they knew if they were to fear anyone, it was you.

The two of you left the boys in the living room whilst you both headed into the kitchen to sort out some drinks. “Can you believe their priority right now is who is going to be godfather?”

“I expected nothing less from them all.”

He chuckled as he came up alongside you, switching on the kettle. “I don’t think I’m able to pick one of them more than the others, but I know they’re the ones I want to be godfathers. Is it wrong just to make them unofficial godparents instead?”

It was an impossible challenge for you both to pick one of them above any of the others. All of them had been there for you throughout your pregnancy, and now each of them doted beautifully over your daughter as if she were the most beautiful thing in the world.

“We could just leave them as uncles?” He suggested, grabbing ten mugs out of the cupboard, “it doesn’t matter what a bit of paperwork says about godparents, they’re the ones I want to make sure she knows she can rely on.”

“I think that’s a great idea.”

“So, you’re not having godparents?” A voice called out, making you both jump. You spun around as Yesung walked into the kitchen, offering his services. “If I’m honest, I think you’ve made the right choice, it’s been the cause of most fights this week.”

The two of you both rolled your eyes, peering into the living room as they all sat around having laid your daughter out on the floor to show her the items, they’d bought for her.

“Don’t pretend you didn’t want to be a godparent,” Kyuhyun smiled, hitting his hyung lightly on the back. “You might be innocent to the fans, but you’re not to me. There’s a reason why you’ve been so nice to me recently.”

“You always think so badly of your members,” you interrupted, “let’s just be glad that our daughter has eight uncles who would give her the world.”

Kyuhyun nodded, wrapping his arms around your waist, “I guess you’re right; she really is one lucky girl indeed.”

“Just look at them now, she’ll be so loved, forever.”

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flooffybits · 4 years ago

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Fly High

Memories can never be altered, but they can be retained and shared no matter how long.

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After a long shower and getting dressed, you head to the living room, notebook, phone, and pocket watch all sitting on the table as you carefully wrap your burnt hand, also covering the one on your arm after applying a bit of medicine on them.

While you did that, you tried to think and make sense of everything that's happened thus far. The dreams were becoming a little more sensible with what the girls told you, it was only a matter of believing everything they said and will say later on.

You're just not sure how much you can take.

You're broken out of your thoughts by the ringing of your phone. Finishing up the bandages, you grab the device and answer, though a bit hesitant. "Hey… I was just about to call." There's a bit of silence, almost as though she were thinking of what to properly say. "Dami is going to walk with you. She's waiting for you in the lobby."

The information makes you pause, glancing around the room, and your eyes land on the windows and mirror. "I… see. I was just getting ready." Why Yubin needed to walk with you was beyond you. As far as you knew, she disliked you just as much as Yoohyeon did.

But with what Yoohyeon said last night, maybe there was just too much you were missing and there were a lot more things they weren't ready to tell you the way you weren't ready to hear them.

The man that was chasing after you was still a mystery. What the girls wanted, why you had to rescue Yoohyeon in the first place, everything still lacked answers.

“Y/n.” Minji’s gentle voice cuts you out of your train of thoughts. “I don’t know if you’re ready to know everything or not, but in the event that it all becomes overwhelming, we’ll stop. We can give you time - to think, to breathe, whatever it is you need.” She assures you with so much confidence and conviction that you believe her right away. "Okay." You mumble quietly, staring at your hand, the pocket watch resting on the palm of it. "I'll see you soon."

"See you."

When the line cuts, you put the watch in your pocket and then sling your bag over your shoulder before heading out, locking the door as you left and then headed down to meet up with Yubin, not wanting to keep her waiting long.

It's easy to spot her with the few people coming in and out of the building and she smiles lightly in greeting, but her eyes flit over to your arm and hand. "You're hurt." Even with how little she's spoken, the worry was there, along with the way her forehead creased together. "It's alright, not as painful as it looks." You say softly before gesturing to the entrance. "Let's go?"

Nodding, you both depart from the apartment complex and head for the direction of Minji's house where most of the girls were probably already present.

"Yoohyeon went ahead this morning. She said that there were some things she wanted to finish before talking with you." The short haired woman explained and you hum in reply. Yubin glances at you while walking and adjusts her jacket around herself. "You have something on your mind - aside from everything that's going on." She comments and you almost smile at her observation before shrugging your shoulders.

"I'm just confused is all. I always thought Yoohyeon hated me since I accidentally bumped into her." You answer and Yubin chuckles before shaking her head. "Yoohyeon doesn't hate you. Quite the contrary, she loves you a whole lot more than I can even imagine." She says when you enter the park.

You raise a brow at the younger girl, but she continues to speak without looking back at you. "She sees you so much like an older sister, ever since we all met at the house. You were the first she's gotten comfortable with and there was barely a time you were apart that it made me a bit jealous before Yoohyeon and I started dating."

"I… can imagine that happening." With how she described your and Yoohyeon’s supposed relationship, it did make sense that Yubin would have been jealous of you.

Her smile is reminiscent when she turns back to you. "To be honest, I was never able to properly thank you when you helped us get together. I was so blinded with the idea that you and Yoohyeon were more than just friends. Aside from that, I was scared that my feelings would have ruined my friendship with not only Yoohyeon, but you, too. But you knocked some sense into me after finding out." She said with a little laugh and the story intrigues you.

"That sounds like quite the story." You comment and she nods instantly. "Do you want to make a little detour while I tell you?" There's a spark of happiness in her eyes that you find it impossible to decline, so Yubin leads you to a different path, somewhere that was more filled with trees and closer to the lake.

"We weren't the closest." She begins. "I was much more quiet before, especially around you and Yoohyeon. Handong unnie was the person I always talked to, but I never told her about my crush, either." She explained. "When it came to it, Siyeon unnie and Gahyeon said I was acting weird, and I admit that it was childish of me." She laughed, making you smile as you listen, the events popping in your head as though her memory was being transmitted to you.

"We were all supposed to go out and just look for a village or anything farther than our safe zone. But they decided that we weren't allowed to come until we fixed whatever argument we had going on." She says with an embarrassed laugh.

The little pout on the quiet teen's lips was hard to miss as she sat beside Handong while she watched you and Yoohyeon running around the large garden, both covered in a bit of dirt that Bora would surely scold you for.

Your laughter mixed together and the girls were all enjoying the time they had together.

"Y/n! Yoohyeon!"

The loud voice caused the two of you to stop as you tripped and crashed against the younger girl when you came to an abrupt pause, both landing to the ground and further ruining your clothes as the older girl pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed in exasperation.

"I told you not to get your clothes dirty! You just got changed!" The second eldest scolded as the two of you sat down with matching pouts on your faces. "But unnie! You were taking too long and we got bored." You retorted, Yoohyeon nodding in agreement while she clung to your arm. "We were having fun and we can clean up after!" She added, making Bora groan while rubbing her temples. "You need to get changed so we can go. Put your clothes in the wash and hurry up."

Your face lights up at the remark and you quickly grabbed Yoohyeon’s hand to lead her back inside the house.

"Oh, give them a break. You know that they're only having fun." Minji patted her friend's arm as they watched your figures disappearing into the house. "Now, we have to wait even longer though." Yubin grumbled quietly and Siyeon rose a brow at her sulky expression before she had nudged her younger sister's arm.

The youngest looked up from her book and blinked before she realized what her sister was gesturing to and then jumped up. "Actually, I think you and Y/n unnie should stay home today, unnie."

Everyone's head snapped to the two sisters while Siyeon nodded her head quickly. "Why all of a sudden?" Handong inquired, voicing out everyone's question. "Dami and Y/n have been really weird lately. I just think they should talk and fix whatever issue they have between them before they can come with all of us."

"I don't have a problem with Y/n unnie." Yubin immediately defended, making Siyeon's statement seem even more sensible when the rest of the girls realized that there had been some sort of tension between you.

"Did you two get into a fight or something?" Minji asked worriedly, and the younger girl frantically shook her head. “Of course not! I could never fight with unnie.” She huffed, arms crossed over her chest. “I mean, they do have a point. You always sulk whenever Y/n is around.” Handong pointed out and the girl felt her face flush. “Do not!”

“Oh, come on, Dami. If you do have a problem with Y/n, just talk to her. I’m sure, whatever it is, she’ll help fix it with you.” Bora waved her hand dismissively while the said girl could only sigh when she realized that no one would be listening to her nor would she be getting out of this.

In the end, after informing the two of you when you returned, Yubin felt just a tad bit guilty when she saw your and Yoohyeon’s excitement be replaced by confusion and then sadness with having to be apart from the whole group.

“Yoohyeon, let’s go!” The poor girl could only pout as Gahyeon took the tallest’s hand and started to lead her out of the gates of the mansion while she looked back at you as you offered the younger girl a small smile and waved your hand. “Just come back home safe! I’ll be waiting!”

Yubin ended up watching you as you sat by the window, legs swinging underneath you with Pie snuggling on your lap as you waited for everyone to come home from their trip. Since you had given her to Yoohyeon as a gift a few years back, it made sense how she was also more clingy with you than just her owner.

"Do you think they'll be out long?" Your sudden question catches her by surprise, but the younger girl keeps her calm expression on as she glances at the clock, seeing that it has been over two hours since the rest of the girls have left. "I'm not sure. They did say they wanted to find a safe village or at least something else in the forest." Yubin replied as she turned her eyes back to her book.

You pout when you finally leave the window, opting to just lay on the floor with Pie walking around your body, only to settle with her head on your shoulder, breathing out as you scratched between her ears.

Another silence hangs over the air and Yubin had trouble focusing on her book as her eyes kept shifting to you. The silence is only once again broken by you, asking a question that leaves the younger girl stunned.

"Dami-ah, did I do something to anger you?"

This time, she completely ignores the book on her lap and she looks at you, a frown on her face as she shifted so her body was facing you. "Of course not. I could never be angry with you, unnie." She reasons and you turn your head a bit to look at her. "But you don't like talking to me anymore. Siyeon unnie even pointed out that you look at me funny."

Hearing that caused the younger girl to groan before shaking her head. As much as she would like to tell you her actual reasoning, she just couldn't seem to reveal how she was crushing on someone who could possibly already be in a relationship.

But with your abilities being a bit unstable, still, you were able to catch snippets of her thoughts.

'... jealous of… Yoohyeo… like… you.'

Your eyes widened a bit as you sat up, causing Pie to bark slightly before she ran off somewhere in the house, probably looking for Cherry to play as you looked at the younger girl.

"I- uh…" Flustered, you shake your head before looking around awkwardly. "Dami… if there's something you want to tell me…" Her brows furrow a bit in confusion, but when she sees the look on your face, it doesn’t take her long to figure what you had done and her face flushed red.

“W-Wait! It isn’t- unnie, I promise I’m not… I don’t-”

But you were already standing and walking over to join her on the couch. “Dami, relax, just take a deep breath and breathe.” You were afraid she’d go into a panic so you did your best to calm her down. “I… don’t know how to talk about all of this.” You gesture around. “But, I know we can figure something out.”

“But you and Yoohyeon?” You blink confusedly at the younger girl and shake your head. “Look, Yoohyeon is like a little sister to me, but I can’t do that to her. While I do appreciate your feelings, I can only see you as a sister, too. But Yoohyeon really likes you and-”

“Wait, what?” Yubin’s eyes went wide, a mortified look on her face as she forcefully shook her head. “I-I don’t like you!” She managed to stop your rambling and you look at her as she begins to feel her anxiety shoot up. “No, wait, that’s not what I meant.” Her book had been discarded on the couch as she ran her fingers through her hair. “I do like you, but not as if I like you!”

You kept your mouth shut as the younger girl had a short mental breakdown and you began to realize that what you had heard wasn’t exactly the entirety of what she wanted to say.

So, with a sigh of relief, you smile and place a hand over hers. “Dami, I think I get it.”

You don’t realize how far you’ve walked until Yubin stopped walking and looked around, letting a bird land on her finger. “Right after that, you helped me finally tell Yoohyeon how I felt no matter how skeptical I was about her liking me back.”

Yubin gently pets its head before letting the bird go, watching as it soars to the sky whilst you pause in your stop and blink rapidly, rubbing your forehead as the images seemed to grow vividly in your mind as though they were your own and Yubin smiled when she realized.

“You saw it?” You look over at her confusedly, but nod your head slowly. “What was…” She hums while looking at the shining water. “That was exactly what happened. Maybe it was your abilities acting up, and you saw my memories.” She says and you’re puzzled. “My abilities?”

She nods, but says nothing more while leading you further down the path. “We’ll tell you everything at the house. I’m sure Jiu unnie won’t appreciate it if I tell you everything instead.” You frown slightly before asking. “Does Minji make the rules for everyone?”

But she shakes her head with a smile on her face. “No, unnie just gives advice on what we should do since she’s the eldest. It was natural for her to take on the role as the leader. But I think it’s better if she told you this, herself.” She states and you can’t quite pinpoint the meaning behind her smile.

A little after, you arrive at the house, only this time, you were at the back and Gahyeon was already there with an amused look on her face. “You sure took your time, unnie.” She commented before turning to you. “Everyone else is here, Dong unnie is just grabbing some stuff, but she’ll be here in a while.” She explained while opening the door.

“Where have you been and why did you come in through the back?” Bora asked confusedly while Yubin passed the kitchen to find her girlfriend. “We took a detour. Dami was just telling me some stuff.” You say while watching as she joined her girlfriend, picking Pie up when the latter seemed to have trouble getting her.

Bora raised a brow and Gahyeon handed you a glass of water. “Like what?” She inquired while taking a seat and you stare at the glass. “Just… how her and Yoohyeon got together. It was an interesting story.” You smile and Siyeon crinkled her nose at the memory. “God, that was frustrating to see. But who knew Dami would ever be jealous?” She teased, earning a light smack on the arm by her girlfriend.

“Leave her alone. You and Gahyeon got what was coming to you when you wouldn’t stop pestering her.” Bora reminded as the two sisters pouted. “We were trying to help.” They reasoned before you giggle and take a sip of your water.

Heading to the living room, you look around in search of the owner of the house, only for Handong to come down from the second floor. “Jiu unnie is preparing everything, so don’t worry.” You’re surprised by her sudden arrival but know enough not to question how she arrived.

“You’re hurt.” Looking up, you see Yoohyeon staring at the bandages on your hand and arm before nodding your head. “One of the, uh, things last night wouldn’t let go so I got a bit burned.” You explain and Siyeon frowns apologetically when Yoohyeon moves to grab a first aid kit.

Bora was already at your side and had her hand out, silently asking to see your injuries before you place your hand over hers. She carefully undoes the loose bandages before inspecting the burns. “I can see that, at least, your medical skills are improving.” She says with a smile before taking the kit from Yoohyeon and then opening it.

The taller woman doesn’t move as she watches, worry clear in her eyes when she sees the burns. “Do you need anything else?” She asks and Bora shakes her head. “No, it’s alright. They aren’t that serious.” She states before moving to your forearm and then fixing the bandages as well.

Yoohyeon purses her lips but takes a step back before feeling a hand slip into her own. Looking beside her, Yubin gives her an encouraging smile before leading her to sit as everyone waits for Minji to finish up.

A few minutes pass with you just observing as the girls talk amongst themselves. What happened with Yubin ran through your head, wondering about the ability you apparently had. But you don’t delve too deep when the eldest of the group finally let herself come down, arms filled with candles and some other items that you can’t exactly make out.

Gahyeon moves to help her and they all take one candle, each. Blinking, you watch them all forming a circle before Siyeon flicked her wrist and each candle lit up. After doing so, they set it on the floor after Handong set the carpet aside and Yoohyeon pushed the coffee table away from the center to give them space.

“Wai- what are you doing?” You ask nervously, recognizing the circle from the mansion. “It’s necessary to show you everything you need to know.” Yoohyeon says softly when she gestures for the two dogs to go upstairs.

Yubin places an open book and dreamcatcher at the center of the circle before stepping back out. Handong takes the little container before sprinkling some sort of powder around the circle.

“This is looking more and more like a ritual.” You muttered while taking a step back, but Bora gently gripped your shoulder to keep you from moving. “Stay still and be calm.” She instructs and you look back as Minji looks at you while biting her lip.

Bora gives her a nod before the older woman walks over to take your hand as the rest finish up. “I know this is all weird, but I need you to keep trusting me.” She tells you in a gentle tone and you anxiously stare at her. “... I do.”

She cracks a small smile, squeezing your hand before nodding her head. “Okay.” When she turns back, she brings you closer to the circle, only to stop outside the candles. She stares at it for a second before reluctantly releasing your hand. “Step inside, and everything will go from there.”

You look at the book, the pages starting to turn on their own as though being blown by an unknown wind, and the dreamcatcher’s feathers do the same. The more you stare at it, the more you’re compelled to come closer.

When you’re finally inside, you don’t even realize it as the centerpiece and strings of the dreamcatcher begin to glow only for you.

At the same time, something in your pocket begins to grow heavy, and when you reach inside, you grab onto the pocket watch before bringing it out, surprising the girls as they all see it for the first time.

The design on the watch begins glowing as well, much like the first time, and when you turn it around, the hands begin to move. You don’t hear the sound of any of the girls speaking outside the circle, almost as though you were under water.

Everything spins, making you dizzy that it forces your eyes to close and for you to hold your head. Outside, Minji and Yoohyeon nearly move from their place, but a quick look from the others has them halting as they all continue to watch until everything eventually fades away.

Opening your eyes, you find yourself back in the mansion. But this time, you weren’t alone. All of the girls were still there, but their clothes have changed into the ones you saw them wearing in your dreams.

Minji wore the same suit, her hair tied, leaving some out to frame her face. Bora wore a white long sleeve blouse under a checkered blazer with a black bow tie and then a black skirt, her hair let down in waves. Siyeon had on a purple off shoulder and black leggings. Handong wore a seemingly knitted black and white dress, the black being fishnets and Yoohyeon had a laced black dress that reached just above her ankles while Yubin wore a black and red suit with the black being the majority of its color. Lastly, you see Gahyeon wearing a beige colored top with zippers across the chest and a denim skirt designed with various belts across it.

“I guess this isn't exactly the most appropriate time to say welcome home.” Handong tells you and you looked around the large garden, seeing all the greenery and various statues that littered the lawn. “Home?” You echo while looking at the whole house, this being the first time you’ve seen it in the light.

Minji steps forward and lets out a breath. “We all lived here ever since we were children.” She informs you while tucking her hair behind her ear. “We were all dropped off here at such a young age when our parents found out we were different.” She looks at you to find the troubled look once again on your face, knowing that you can’t recall any memory about a family member.

“I was here the longest. I think I was four at the time and then Jiu came a few months after.” Bora muttered when she looked at the large mansion, each girl having a somber look on their faces as you tried to understand why you would all be left at such a place.

“No one looked after us, we were just… left here to fend for ourselves.” Yubin shrugged her shoulders and you could feel the sadness creeping up your chest. “But why? How are we so different?” You question and Yoohyeon purses her lips. “We’re gifted, but everyone else said we were cursed.” She explains and Siyeon sighed while rubbing Gahyeon’s arm. “Some of us... didn’t have a choice. Mine and Gahyeon’s abilities were too risky especially when we had no idea of controlling it. I set things on fire and she freezes whatever she comes in contact with.” There’s a frown on Gahyeon’s usually smiling face and you can’t even imagine being casted out at such a young age.

“People were afraid of us, so they only did what they could do; get rid of the source of their fears." You blink when figures appear before you, each girl looking transparent, young.

You recognize them from the pictures inside the mansion and it doesn't take long to figure out who these children were.

Walking closer, you observe as each one gazes back, outside the gates and then back to the large building. There's reluctance and fear on each of their faces and you feel your heart ache when you see two girls struggling to enter the vicinity.

One of them was most probably older, looking to be around six while the other was no older than three years old. Both girls were crying, but the older one was doing her best to assure the younger girl that they would be okay.

"I never wanted to tell Gahyeon the truth about our parents being afraid of us. She was too young to understand anything, just afraid of the things she could do." Siyeon spoke from next to you, her eyes distant as she stared at the fading figure of her younger self.

Looking back, you see another figure all alone. It was easy for you to tell that this was you. Your younger self looked so… terrified, clothes torn and dirty, almost as though someone had dragged you along the forest floor just to bring you where you were.

You stare at each other for a long while before a hand pulls you back. "We never knew what you were running from." Minji tells you as she watches your past self move to shut the gate and then hurry into the house. "You just ran, asking for help, and passed out. By the time you woke up, we couldn't get you to talk, the only time I realized why you came was when you let me hear your thoughts."

"My thoughts?" You echo, even more confused as she let out a sigh. "Just like us, you have an ability of your own, Y/n." She tells you and Handong nodded her head. "Telepathy. You can hear other people's thoughts and share your own to whoever you allow to hear them." She explains carefully, slowly, for you to properly take in. "Aside from that, you're capable of delving into people's memories, too, though that took you a little while longer to figure out." Bora added with a smile.

You look back at the house and the others nod their head before leading you inside. "Come on."

If you were capable of doing all of this, then why couldn't you recall any of this nor were you able to do anything they had told you? You couldn't telepathically communicate with anyone, but on the other hand, you were able to see Yubin's memory of how you had supposedly helped her and Yoohyeon get together.

Yoohyeon opened the door and allowed everyone inside, you coming in last as you slowly took a step in.

With everything finally lit up, you were able to get a good look inside, marveling at the various paintings and decorations that lined the walls. Everything looked much more beautiful when you could see it and it even felt oddly… nostalgic.

Arriving at the room you quickly recognized from Yubin's memory, the younger girl smiled at you when you looked over at her, nodding before she gestured around. You take in every detail of the rooms, reaching out to gently touch some of the ornaments that were hanging around and the pictures and paintings that lined the walls.

You were able to identify the girls' faces when they were younger and you find it very odd yet comforting to see your own younger self smiling with them. Pictures of what looked like birthdays or just random everyday occurrences were set everywhere and you can't help smiling as you see one of all of you in, what appeared to be, the garden and having a picnic.

There are voices again when you stare at it, the familiar giggles and shouting as you gently pick up the photo whilst the others watch you from behind.

Gahyeon squeezes Minji's hand when she sees the eldest staring longingly whilst you tried to recall everything they were able to retain.

"I… don't remember any of these. But I can hear…" When you look back, they smile at you and Minji sucks in a deep breath. "Maybe that's your memory kicking in, or ours and your abilities are just subconsciously working." She offers and you nod slowly while setting the photo back in its place.

"Come on, there's a room I think you should see the most." Handong ushers you up the stairs and you obediently follow after her, the others not too far behind.

If she were taking you to the same place you had woken from a few nights ago, then you could only assume which room she was talking about.

"The place is big, but eventually we all settled with the bedrooms on the second floor." Yoohyeon informs you without looking your way. "Mine and Jiu unnie are over here." Siyeon points to the doors on the left side of the left corridor. "And then Sua unnie and Yoohyeon are across ours." She added while pointing to each door.

"Gahyeon's and Dongie's are over here." Bora gestured to the right before pointing to the one's across the two rooms. "And over here are-"

"Mine and Dami’s?" You finish for her, eyes already set on the door farthest to the right. "Well, it looks like you remembered that from the other night." Handong chuckled before leading you to your previous room, opening the door and letting you step inside.

As soon as you set foot inside the room, it looked nothing like when you first woke there.

The whole place was bright and full of color. Trinkets were placed on the shelves and desk, a few notebooks and doodles sitting on top of it. There were various other things, almost a collection, and Bora grinned before she stepped over to you.

"Mind if I borrowed that watch of yours?"

You look at her and reach for the said item, carefully turning it over before carefully handing it over, almost as though you were reluctant to part from it. "Oh, relax. I'm just going to fix it." The older woman chuckled before she laid the watch on the palm of her hand, letting you watch as the hands suddenly began working and the glass started to slowly mend itself back together.

Your eyes widened in awe as the watch was finally restored to its former glory before the brunette handed it back to you with a giggle. "I know how much you like your gifts." She tells you and you stare at the watch, the thinner hand ticking away and you thank her without even thinking.

"This is mine?" You ask for clarification, unsure if this was another trick, but Yoohyeon nods her head. "It was something we gave you as a birthday present." But Yubin gave her a small nudge before shaking her head and taking over. "Yoohyeon got that for you."

A light blush appeared on her girlfriend's cheeks as she turned her head away while the others laughed at her antics. "You always talked about how pocket watches amaze you, so during one of our outings, she went and found one for you with the help of a few friends."

"We have other friends who don't live here?" You ask confusedly but Siyeon laughs before she points to the silver haired female. "By friends, she means the animals Yoohyeon talks to."

"Animals?" You're even more confused and Yoohyeon rolls her eyes while crossing her arms. "I can communicate and summon animals. It's not that hard to understand." She muttered and your mouth formed a small o while Gahyeon rolled her eyes. "Don't mind her, she's just still a little sensitive."

"Okay, but wait. Everyone has an ability right? Reflections, dimensions, telekinesis, animals, fire, ice-"

"Ice and water." Gahyeon corrects with a cheeky grin and you pause before shaking your head. "Yeah, that." You then look to the eldest. "What's yours?" You ask curiously and the woman smiles as Handong covers her mouth to hide her chuckle.

"It's something like mental manipulation. I can make others feel what I want them to." She says simply and you stare at her for a while before your shoulders slowly lower. "So that time in the bathroom, when I was having a panic attack?"

She nods her head, though with a grimace this time as the others looked worried at the mention of the incident. "As much as I didn't want to use my abilities on you, that was the only thing I thought of to help you calm down. I was afraid you would hurt yourself, so I sort of panicked myself." She explains.

"Don't blame unnie for that one. Anyone in your shoes would have been terrified with the things you've seen and experienced." Yubin cut in and the rest nodded in agreement. "It is kind of amazing how you didn't freak out on the spot when you saw both Dami and Handong." Bora commented.

"Either you didn't want to embarrass yourself or, deep down, there was still some form of familiarity." Yoohyeon stated casually, but looking at her eyes, there was a hidden hope in them as she watched you and you aren't sure how to properly react.

Luckily, something catches your attention when you notice the picture right beside the tall woman. Cautiously, you step closer and she moves aside, both a bit taken aback and surprised by your sudden action. But when she sees what you're looking at, a soft 'oh' passes from her lips.

The sound of a music box rings in your ears before the giggling comes back and soon enough, feathers fill your vision just like the last time. They rain down on you, filling the entire room and you're merely engulfed in warmth.

"Got you!" The sound of Minji's voice rang in your ears before the laughter ensued.

"Yah! That was my face!" Siyeon laughed loudly, followed by the sound of the pillow ripping.

"Unnie, help!" Yoohyeon squealed and you soon saw everything unveil before you.

All eight of you were in this very room, throwing and hitting each other with pillows until they burst and the feathers scattered everywhere.

When you blink, you're in front of the picture again. Eight smiling faces, hands joined together, each radiating their own happiness and it makes you feel so much; it was as though there had been a void in your chest all this time and you didn't know until this very moment.

"That's... me?" Gahyeon nods solemnly as they all look at the picture. "We weren't lying when we told you about our past. We lived and grew in this house, looking out for each other and learning everything that we know."

"But why can't I remember then? Why can't I do anything you've told me or why don't I know a single thing about you before you introduced yourselves to me?"

Yoohyeon grimaces at your question and Minji inhales deeply when their expressions begin to drop.

Whilst the silver haired woman struggled with how to speak, the eldest stepped in for her. "The man you saw in the forest - the one who was chasing you - he was trying to get to all of us."

One of the pictures, you were able to spot your face again along with the seven women in the room with you. Picking it up, you let your thumb run along the side of the cool surface of the glass before a hand landed on your arm.

Looking over, you were mildly surprised to see Yoohyeon’s pensive expression and the girls each had encouraging smiles on their own faces. “Would you mind if we talked… in private? There’s some things I’d like to clear up.” Blinking, you saw as Yubin gave you a smile and Minji nodded her head to you, almost to assure you that it wouldn’t be a problem, before you found yourself nodding to the younger girl.

One by one, the girls exited the room, leaving the two of you alone and Yoohyeon bit her lip nervously as she took a few steps back to gather her thoughts. “I don’t… hate you.” She started and you stare as she fumbles with her fingers.

“Everyone’s been telling me how you think I do and I could see it whenever I refused to talk or interact with you.” She sighs while taking a seat near the desk, picking up one of the few trinkets and running her fingers over it. “I never hated you. I could never, especially when you were the first person to ever look after me.” She mumbled before meeting your curious eyes.

A lump formed in her throat, but she did her best to keep her voice steady. “I did something stupid when we were younger, and it got me in trouble.” She tells you, grimacing as she recalled the events. “I didn’t realize that I was playing around with something stronger than we could handle, especially not at that age and with how we barely had proper control of our abilities.”

“You all tried to rescue me, but we lacked knowledge. There was too much we didn’t know and our time was limited.” She clenched her hand around the figurine she had picked up. “You went in after me, but…”

Seeing how she was struggling to get her words out, you slowly approached the younger girl, carefully touching her shoulder, comforting her the best you can. When she looks at you, tears have already formed in her eyes. “You didn’t make it.” She choked out as she let the figurine fall back on the desk and fully faced you. “You pushed me out of there before the portal closed and w-we…”

Seeing just how badly she was affected by this, your body moved on instinct as you wrapped your arms around her shoulder, her head resting on your chest as you shushed her when she began to sob. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” She cried against your chest and you held her closer while running your fingers through her hair. “It’s okay. It wasn’t your fault, you didn’t mean it.”

You took your time comforting Yoohyeon as she finally managed to tell just why she had been acting so hostile towards you. You were able to understand where she was coming from right off the bat and you forgave her in a heartbeat.

By the time she finally calmed down, you slowly pulled away as she wiped her face and you offered her a small smile. “Hey, don’t beat yourself up over it. If there was anything I could have done to help you, I'm sure I would have done it no matter what the consequences." Yoohyeon nodded at that with a small huff of air. "I know. You were always stubborn like that."

Glad that she was feeling a bit better now that she's gotten the weight off her chest, you offer a smile before she finally stood up. "I have a lot to make up for, to Jiu unnie especially. But I hope we can finally get you out of here."

"Minji?"

As though her name was a means of summoning her, the dark haired woman came back into the room with a small smile on her face, assessing the two of you before she fully stepped in. "I'm making the assumption that you're good?" She asks softly and Yoohyeon quickly wipes her face before nodding her head. "You're going to have a longer talk." She muttered before heading to the door.

Looking back, Yoohyeon's eyes met your own as you watched her leave and you could tell that there was something she wanted to say, but something was holding her back.

Was it the guilt? Or was it her own fears? For now, you wouldn't know as you watch her silently leave the room.

There's a silence that hangs over the air between you and your friend and she shuffles a bit before walking closer to the bed. You watch when she takes a seat and slips a hand under the pillows, only to pull out a letter and another photo.

"This is all crazy, isn't it?" She suddenly asks you and you crack a small grin while shrugging your shoulders. “Nightmares turning out to be reality and finding out my past life contained witchcraft and other supernatural things, I would have checked myself into an asylum.” You joke to ease the tension, and it helps that she cracks a smile and laughs at the attempt.

But Yoohyeon’s words linger in the back of your head before you rub your arms and look at the older girl. “Yoohyeon said after losing me, she had to make it up to you more than anyone.” You murmur, watching as the woman’s shoulders fell. “... What does she mean by that? And why is it that you have to deliver the rest to me?”

Minji pursed her lips together, inhaling deeply before she looked at the photo in her hands again. “I’m not sure if you’re going to believe me this time around.” She chuckles, but it isn’t one of amusement or entertainment. It sounded sadder, like something was anchoring down her emotions before she handed the photo over to you.

Curiously, you accepted it and looked down to see the contents of the photo. You expected another group picture that could possibly jump start your memories, but instead you were shown a picture of just you and the older girl, smiling happily to the camera with her arms wrapped around you, her back against a tall tree somewhere in the garden as you marveled at the little things that Bora most probably had floating around the two of you.

At the back, there was a date written, January 13th and a little heart right next to it.

Looking back, you see the wistful smile on Minji’s face as she holds the note in her hands. “While I do take responsibility over everyone because I’m the eldest, I’ve always been more particular when it came to you.” She says softly that it makes a knot appear in your throat. “You were always such a curious thing. Wondering about the world around you while being a mystery in itself.” She muses as her eyes slowly scan over the contents of the letter, her fingers running over her letter - each word, and remembering the butterflies in her stomach when she was writing it for you.

“I want to be by your side.”

You stare at the picture, the look Minji had as her younger self looked at you made you understand just what she was getting at. And you could understand just why she was so hesitant about telling you.

The woman’s brown eyes shifted to you, seeing how you concentrated on the picture in your hands and her heart both ached and longed to have the same security she had long ago before you were all thrown into this never ending nightmare.

“I didn’t realize it at first because I assumed it was just my protectiveness over all of you, but when the whole thing with Siyeon and Sua saying that you and Yoohyeon were together, it didn’t sit well with me.” She sees as the corner of your lips quirk up and she leans forward, her elbows against her knees when she sees the light flash in your eyes, a smile of her own creeping up her face.

“What are we doing here, unnie?” You ask while looking around the hidden area of the garden and Minji giggles while tugging your hand. “I wanted to show you something.” She says vaguely, confusing you further before she stopped under the tree and pointed upwards.

A gasp escaped your lips when you saw the various cutout butterflies floating around, almost looking as though they were real ones flying around you. One landed on the tip of your nose and Minji cooed as you smiled brightly before gently taking it off you.

“This is so cool! Did you ask Sua unnie to do this?” You asked while looking around in search of the other girl, but Minji just giggled before she took your hand and gave it a squeeze. “Maybe, but there’s something really important I want to ask, and please be honest with me.” She pleads and you blink before nodding cluelessly to her request.

The brunette stared at you for a good second before she nodded her head. “Okay… so, I know that you and Yoohyeon are really close and the girls like to mess with you. But I just want to know, are you really dating her?” Her question caught you by surprise and a bright blush coated your cheeks before you frantically shook your head.

“Of course not! Yoohyeon is like the little sister I never had, I wouldn’t see her as anything else.” You tell her. “Plus, I just helped her and Dami talk about their little crushes, so I don’t think Dami would appreciate it if I did steal Yoohyeon away.” You laughed and Minji felt her shoulders grow less tense and her smile became a bit more relaxed.

“Was that… all?” You ask hesitantly and the older girl watched as you fidgeted in front of her. Always becoming so shy in front of her, she giggles before pecking your forehead. “Well, there was another thing, but I just wanted to clear that one up, first.”

She mentally awws at the way your red cheeks puff up before pulling you into a hug, her light and melodious laughter filling the air, the familiar comforting smell of lavender filling your nose as you bury your face to the crook of her neck and wrap your arms around her waist.

“I just want to keep you close to me, even just for a while.” She whispers and you feel your heart rate double at her words and the way she holds you. “I’m always going to be close to you though.” You respond and she smiles even more while stroking your hair. “I know. But I want to be with you more than anyone else. It worried me when the girls were saying that you liked Yoohyeon because I felt like I was too late to tell you how I felt about you.”

Surprised, you lifted your head, distancing yourself a bit from the older girl as she stared anxiously at your wide eyes. “Unnie, I-” She gives you another dazzling smile and you can only choke out a few words but they were enough to ease her worries and her heart.

“But I like you.”

Minji waits until you’re back from the memory and you blink rapidly before looking up at her. “I-I was… you were…” Seeing as you couldn’t properly formulate any proper sentences, she decided to do so for you.

“We were together, up to when you disappeared.” She nodded in confirmation. “While I wanted to save Yoohyeon just as bad, knowing the risks led to an argument until I eventually caved in because I knew how important she was to you. And if the roles were ever reversed and it was you in there, I think I would have done the same.” She explains while crossing her arms and letting out a breath. “That’s why Yoohyeon feels more guilt towards me than the rest of the girls. You’ve always been my curious little cub and losing you… it’s taken a toll on all of us.”

There’s a ding somewhere in the house and Minji smiles before rising to her feet as a knock comes from the door. “It’s time to head back. We’ve been here too long.” She tells you as Handong opened the door, smiling at you as Minji walked over, slipping the piece of paper she had into your hands.

“You always took care of it. I believe I can still trust that you do.” She smiles before stepping back and then gesturing you out of the room.

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Riding On

Ch 9- A Labour of Love

Summary: Fliss and Frank receive some news from Boston and Bean’s due date, arrives…and passes, with no sign of him making his bid for freedom just yet. Fliss is frustrated and poor Frank doesn’t know what to do for the best.

Warnings: Bad Language words. Smut (NSFW, NO UNDER 18s!).

Pairing: Frank Adler x OFC Fliss Gallagher

A/N: Bean is just not playing ball, is he? As always, I hope you enjoy and I love reading all your thoughts.

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this series bar Fliss Gallagher and the other OCs. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.

Riding On Masterlist // Main Masterlist

Chapter 8

Touch me, take me to that other place. Teach me, I know I’m not a hopeless case.

August 2019

The alarm had become a bit of a pointless feature in the Gallagher-Adler household, certainly over the last 2 weeks or so. As Fliss headed into the final throes of her pregnancy, her sleep patterns were all over the place. So it was no surprise to Frank that he felt her climbing out of bed at little past 5 am. Blinking sleepily he made a noise of protest because, after all, it was a Saturday, and she chuckled and leaned over to gently kiss his head.

“Stay here.” she instructed, “I’ll be fine.”

He wasn’t going to listen, he really wasn’t but his eyes dropped shut of their own accord. When they opened again it was almost 10 and he gave a start, because Fliss was due to leave in little over an hour. She was off for a Pre-Baby pamper session with Verity, Roberta and Sian, which included a manicure, pedicure, haircut, facial and fuck knows what else. To be honest, Frank had zoned out when she'd reeled off the list of treatments last night over dinner and just nodded in all the right places because he wasn't interested if all truth be told. As long as she enjoyed herself. With that in mind, he jumped up and after a quick shower he headed downstairs.

“Why didn’t you wake me?” he asked as he wandered into the back of the house. Fliss, who was stood by the bay window seat, her eyes roving over the garden, didn’t answer.

“Lissy?” He spoke again and she jumped slightly and turned to face him as he chuckled and crossed the room to give her a kiss. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you. Where’s Mary?”

“She went up to the stables for a lesson with Joanne before it gets too hot.” She replied, taking the peck he offered with a tight smile. Her voice was flat, emotionless and her entire demeanour unnerved him a little as he prided himself on normally being able to read her very well but at that moment he really couldn’t get a lock on her at all.

“Baby, what’s wrong?”

“I had a message from Boston Police…about John.”

Frank made an angry noise in his throat “What about him?”

She looked at him and Frank felt his mind whirring about what there was left that the ass hole could possibly put her through. He was inside, for a long time and he wouldn’t be getting parole this time round either but when she answered, he hadn’t been expecting her to drop the news she did.

“He’s dead.” Fliss said flatly as she looked at Frank. His face contorted into a frown as he looked at her.

“Dead?”

She nodded “Apparently got in a fight with another prisoner and it got a bit nasty. He was stabbed and…” she swallowed “Bled out. Nothing they could do.” Frank watched her carefully as she was clearly pondering something. He wasn’t sure how she was going to be feeling here. She had been married to him after all but, well, Frank was struggling to feel anything other than a sickening sense of satisfaction. If anyone deserved to die it was that fucker.

“You ok?” he asked her as he stepped towards her and pulled her into a hug.

“Yeah. I feel nothing.” she said simply, pulling back to look at him. “Absolutely nothing. I’m not happy he’s dead but I don’t care he is, either, and I’m certainly not upset about it.” She paused, biting her lip “Does that make me a bad person?”

“Bad?” Frank spluttered “Fuck, no honey, of course not” She let out a sigh as he pressed a kiss to the top of her head as she snuggled her face into his chest. “If you think feeling nothing makes you bad then me feeling what I do means I’m going straight to hell.” Frank moved and tilted her face to look at him with his finger a thumb gently holding her chin “He was a nasty, vile bastard Lissy, and he put you through so much, not to mention nearly fucking killing you less than a year ago. If anything you have a right to be throwing a damned party now.”

“Not sure you’d find many places with Congratulations Your Piece Of Shit, Wife-Beating Ex-Husband Is Dead banners or balloons.” she quipped.

“The internet is dark and full of terrors.” Frank smiled back and Fliss snorted at the Game of Thrones reference “Never underestimate it.”

She stayed silent for a moment before she pulled back and looked up at him. “You know what else I will never underestimate?” she asked, and Frank was pleased to note that familiar shine had returned to her face and eyes and he arched an eyebrow. “The power of a back massage.”

Frank smiled “Good job you’re heading off for one then isn’t it.”

“Hmmmm…” she teased, her hands tracing his chest through his t-shirt. “Thing is, unlike your back rubs this one won’t have a happy ending.” “It better fucking not do.” He shot back and she grinned.

“I should go get ready.”

“Ok, you want any breakfast before you go?” he asked and she smiled

“We ate, but there’s some pancakes in the oven for you, you just need to warm them up.”

He smiled “You’re too good to me.” “I know” she shrugged, standing on her toes to give him a kiss. With a chuckle he watched her leave, Thor trotting behind her before he let out a deep breath.

“Does that make me bad?”

The fact that she was even asking that, after everything, was enough of an answer in itself. Bad? There was nothing further from the truth and he hated that she had even entertained the idea. But, as Frank realised when he poured himself a coffee, now the bastard was dead, there was nothing else he could do to her. That particular shadow was now well gone.

And Frank didn’t give a shit whether being happy or, dare he say it, amused at the fact the fucker had died in prison, made him a bad person or not.

*****

An hour later Fliss was collected by Bill, the poor bloke was on drop off and pick up duty and Frank didn’t envy him dealing with all 4 of women. Out of courtesy, Frank had offered to run one way but Bill had waved his offer off, pointing out that he had to collect his mother later that afternoon from the aiport.

He walked out to the car with them, taking a side glance at his girl who was dressed in a pale pink and blue maxi dress, which was quite low cut and made her pregnancy boobs look fucking amazing. He smiled as he opened the door for her, Fliss sinking into the front seat- being basically 40 weeks pregnant and ready to pop awarded her certain perks such as her mother surrendering her usual position in the passenger side.

“Have a nice time.” He said, leaning over to give her a peck.

“We will.” She smiled “I left Mary some Mac and Cheese for lunch, she was asking before so I pulled it out of the freezer.”

Frank smiled “I’ll fight her for it.” “No need.” She grinned “I got you some out too.” “You spoil me”

Smiling, she reached up and cupped his cheek before he straightened up and shut the door. Once he was sure it was closed he jerked his head to Bill who was bent giving Thor a pat and signalled for the man to walk with him a little, taking a few steps away.

“Everything ok?” Bill asked.

“Yeah, well, sort of. She’s probably gonna tell you herself but just in case she doesn’t, she had a call this morning. John’s dead.” Bill blinked, before he gave a snort “Good.” “Yeah, that was kind of my reaction too.” Frank scratched at his neck. “Fliss, however, well she says she didn’t feel anything. Not happy, not sad, just complete indifference. Which, to be fair, is probably a good thing for her. I’m just a little worried she’s numb because it hasn’t sunk in yet.” Bill nodded “If she doesn’t mention it herself on the way I’ll tell V on the quiet when we get there.” “Thanks.” Frank smiled as the two of them headed back to the car. Frank grinned at Bill, as he could hear the chatter from the 4 women even through the closed doors and windows of the car.

“Good luck!” he said, nodding towards the vehicle.

Bill snorted before he frowned a little “How come you haven’t gone with Steve and the boys up to the Water Sports centre?” “Mary didn’t want to.” Frank said “I think she’s still a little, self-conscious, I suppose is the term, around the twins but she’ll come round. You know what she’s like” “Well, when they move over in January she’ll have plenty of time to get to know them properly” Bill shrugged “Right, best get this rabble to the hotel. See you later son.” Frank smiled, nodding at him. As the Range Rover pulled off up the drive he tossed a hand at the tailgate before he looked down at Thor.

“Come on boy, let’s go find Mary.” It didn’t take them long to locate her. Having finished her lesson she’d been busy grooming Monty and then helping Joanne with a few chores, or bugging the shit out of her Frank suspected but Joanne was always so patient with her. The young woman was god-send, having really stepped up over the last 2 months especially. Frank knew why Fliss liked her so much.

He practically dragged Mary home, but it really was getting ridiculously warm and he wanted her to have a few hours inside to keep cool a little. In the end, as always, they haggled reaching a compromise that she could have a little while in the pool provided she sat in the shade quietly to eat lunch. As always he was roped into the pool with her, such a hard life he led, and after 30 minutes of teaching her how to dive they both climbed out and ate before changing and heading to the airport to collect Evelyn who was coming to stay for a while.

He greeted her with the usual nod and smile as Mary gave her a hug, before he took her bag from her and they headed back to his truck, Mary gibbering on about anything and everything, his mother listening and replying when needed. The last time Mary had seen Evelyn she had gone to Boston for the weekend the previous month, something that had set Frank on edge after the last time, but as Fliss had reasoned with him, he knew that he couldn’t allow that to stop him from letting her go. This meant that Evelyn hadn’t seen their house since they had moved in back in June. Mary showed her round, Frank following, and when they got to Bean’s room he saw her stop and look round, smiling softly.

“You’ve done a good job, Frank.” She turned to look at him and he smiled back.

“You sound surprised, mother.” “Not at all.” She shook her head. “I expected nothing less.” “Makes a change.” He couldn’t help the sarcastic shot back and she narrowed her eyes.

“Are we not passed the sniping yet?” she said, tiredly.

Frank held his hands up, “Sorry.” After she’d seen the attic and Mary’s room, they headed back downstairs, Frank showing Evelyn to the Guest Apartment over the Garage which he had put the finishing touches to the week before. Fliss had stocked the fridge fully for her, meaning she had everything she could need for snacks and drinks, and whatever else she needed for a comfortable stay. He left her to unpack, telling her to come over to the main house when she was done, which she did a little over an hour later.

Frank poured her a glass of white wine, and they headed outside, taking a seat at the table as Mary was in and out of the pool freely as the sun wasn’t quite as high as it had been given that it was half four in the afternoon. Evelyn took the opportunity to ask Frank if they were ready for Bean to arrive and he smiled, shrugging.

“As ready as we can be.” He said, “We’ve had all the hospital tours and found the place Fliss prefers so…” “Where have you chosen?” Evelyn asked.

“Bayfront in St Pete’s” Frank said, pulling out his phone “They have a suite called the Baby Place.”

He flicked through his phone’s internet browser to the bookmarked page and handed it to Evelyn who put on her glasses to scan the information.

"The separate family lounge offers some of the amenities of home, such as a game table, bla bla bla and room enough to host celebrations and enjoy time with loved ones." Evelyn read from the website. "It looks like a hotel not a hospital" she mused as she handed the phone back to Frank. "Well, that's kinda the idea mother." He said, tossing his phone onto the table. "It’s actually a state-approved level 3 Regional Perinatal Intensive Care Centre." Mary appeared at the side of them, picking up her towel. "The program is one of only 12 in the state of Florida" Evelyn looked at her, cooking her head to one side as Frank gave a chuckle. "There is that too." He said as Evelyn turned to him. Mary, wrapped herself in the towel and hopped up onto his knee. "We originally discussed a birthing centre with the midwife but Fliss was too worried about what could go wrong or if she decided half way through she wanted an epidural..." he rubbed at Mary’s shoulders slightly, drying her off with the towel. “So when the midwife suggested this it seemed like a perfect compromise. She gets a private recovery area and should make her feel more at ease. She doesn't have fond memories of hospitals." He shrugged "Who does?" Evelyn looked at him, taking a sip of her wine. "Well Fliss has some particularly bad ones what with her back injury and operation, not to mention all the times he put her in one." Frank said, pausing for a second. That reminded him.

“Hey Stack, can you go grab me a can of soda?”

“Only if I can have one.” She bargained.

“Fine, but grab the no sugar. You’re already hyper enough as it is.”

Mary jumped down and headed through the door into the kitchen. As soon as she was out of earshot Frank looked at his mother.

“John’s dead.” He said bluntly “Fliss had a call this morning. He was stabbed in prison.” Evelyn looked at him for a second, before she gave a snort “Couldn’t have happened to a nicer guy.” She said sarcastically “How has Fliss taken it?”

“Well she wasn’t leaping for joy but she’s not upset, says she feels nothing.” He shrugged, looking up as Mary came back. She handed him a can as she hopped back on his knee and opened the other one herself.

Evelyn studied Frank for a second as if she was considering something before she smiled "I take it the fact she's due to drop tomorrow is the reason you're on soft drinks and not beer." Frank smiled "Just playing it safe. I mean so are you right? That's why you're here for the next 2 weeks." Evelyn shrugged "is it a problem?" "No." Frank shook his head before he grinned cheekily "Why do you think I finished the apartment above the Garage?" "Bill says in England they would call it a Granny Flat" Mary said as Frank gave a snort. Evelyn chuckled a little. "I’m aware of the terminology, thank you, on account of being from England myself." She looked at Mary "You know, people build them on their property when they want their elderly relatives to move in with them so they can look after them." she turned to Frank, smirking "So I'm honoured, Francis..." "I didn't build it just for you." He rolled his eyes "it was half done when we moved in so it made sense to finish it." He picked up his can "It’s a place for anyone to stay, although I'd be lying if I said you weren't at the forefront of my mind when we did it" Evelyn looked at him, shocked, "me?" "Yeah..." he shrugged, grinning "Fliss told me that I wasn't allowed to let you stay in a hotel or at Bill and V's now we have room so this was the best way of actually keeping you out of the house..." "Oh piss off!" Evelyn looked at him, slapping his arm as he laughed. She shook her head and before she could shoot a sarcastic response back, the sound of an engine coming up the drive hit Frank’s ears and a soft smile crept across his face. His girl was home. Thor gave a loud bark and stood up, running to the gate, Frank following him. He opened it, striding out onto the path through the lawn which led round the side of their house to the front. He smiled as Fliss pushed herself out of her dad's range rover and he instantly spotted that her hair was a lighter colour than it had been that morning and was flowing round her face and shoulders in perfectly styled waves. It was evident she had enjoyed herself, as she looked relaxed for the first time in weeks. "Well I would ask if you had a nice time." He smiled, dropping a kiss to her cheek "but I can tell from the way you're grinning that you did." "Oh it was amazing." She smiled as his hands fell to her hips. “Just what I needed. I feel relaxed and absolutely ready to push a baby out of my vagina.” Frank gave a loud laugh as he shook his head. “Well, your hair looks great." "Aww thanks Frank." Roberta slapped his shoulder as she walked past him into the yard. He rolled his eyes as Fliss laughed, tugging on Frank’s hand as she led him to the trunk of Bill's car. Bill was stood with it open as Verity and Sian were looking in each of the bags before Verity pointed at one and handed it to Fliss, Frank immediately taking it from her. He peered inside.

"Because you don't have enough toiletries" he deadpanned. Fliss shrugged. "The lavender stuff they said would help me sleep, which in case you haven't noticed I've been struggling to do over the last 2 weeks." "Hard not to notice when you wake me up at 3:30 am to tell me" "I did that once because I felt sick. And besides, you did this to me..." she pointed to her now really rather large bump "...you should also be feeling the consequences" Bill snorted as he shut the trunk of his car and looked at Frank as he glanced at the older man, almost pleading for help "Sorry lad." Bill chuckled "You got her pregnant and wanna marry her, she's your problem now." "She is here..." Fliss glared at her father. "Oh, trust me Titch, we are all well aware you are." "Rude" Fliss looked at her parents as they headed into the garden. "Steve and the boys will be here in about 5." Sian looked at Fliss having just got off the phone to him. "Said to tell you he is picking up some real meat on the way over...whatever that means Frank?" Frank laughed "he means fillet steak. I got Sirloin. A man's cut. He's being a pussy" Sian looked at Fliss who simply shook her head. "Meat is a big issue for Francis." She said sombrely, patting his chest.

“I just know what I like.” He shrugged. They made their way through to the back in time to see Verity giving Evelyn a warm hug in greeting. It made Fliss smile softly, noticing how different it all was to the stiff handshakes shared when they met for the first time little over a year ago.

Frank dropped a kiss to her cheek and headed inside to put her bag away before he came back down just as Steve and the boys turned up. Then the usual thing that happened at BBQs went ahead, the men crowding round the grill, the women bustling in and out of the kitchen setting out the sides and accompaniments, the 3 kids bombing in and out of the pool.

“You should have come with us today Mary.” Steve said to the girl as she sauntered past in her bathing suit. She paused to look at him.

“What did you do?”

“We did Kayaking, skiing, the boys went bodyboarding but I sat that one out.” Steve said.

“I didn’t know if I would like it.” She shrugged, dropping her eyes slightly. Frank watched carefully as Steve crouched down.

“Me neither, but you know what? It was fun, and the best thing is, if there’s something you don’t wanna do, you can sit it out and watch.” Frank could see from her face she was mulling this over. She looked at Steve “Are you going again Uncle Steeby?”

“Next Friday.” He nodded.

“Ok, I wanna go next time.” She announced. “Mind your manners.” Frank instructed, gently, pointing the tongues he was holding at her.

“Please.” She added. Charlie and Joel both erupted into noise, demanding that their father allow it and Steve gave a chuckle.

“You’re welcome any time Stack, as long as Frank and Fliss say its ok.” He said, standing up. “Fine by me. In fact you can keep her if you want.” Frank shrugged and Mary rolled her eyes.

“You always say stuff like that, pretend you don’t want me here but we all know the truth. You do, that’s why you’re adopting me.”

“Smart ass.” Frank narrowed his eyes at her as she stuck her tongue out and ran off. Bill and Steve chuckled as Frank shook his head, snorting.

“Thanks Steve.” He looked at the man who waved his thanks away.

“You know, she’s getting more like Fliss was every day.” Bill said “you want to watch that, Frank. She was a sassy little swine as a kid.” “Mary was already a sass bag before she met Fliss.” Frank shrugged, turning over the steaks on the grill. “Lissy just encourages it.” “Have you had any luck with her biological father?” Steve asked and Frank shook his head.

“We’re not expecting to yet. We’ve only given him notification of our intent. I suspect when Greg actually starts the process officially we’ll hear something.”

“But you don’t expect him to object?”

Frank hesitated before he shrugged “I can’t see why he would. He’s never been interested in her, at all. I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t a slight worry but like Fliss keeps telling me, we’ll cross that bridge when we get there.” “No point worrying about something you can’t control.” Bill said wisely, before he drained his beer “Right, I need another drink. Anyone else want one?”

“Yeah, I’ll come with you” Steve said “Frank?”

“I’m good, thanks.” “You can have one or two, surely?” Steve looked at him.

“Leave him alone.” Bill said, shoving his son on the shoulder, “That’s your sister and my little girl he’s looking out for…” “Fuckin’ pussy…” Steve snorted playfully and Frank threw the burger flipper at him.

Bill and Steve walked away, playfully squabbling and a few seconds later Frank felt a familiar pair of arms wrap around him from behind, Fliss pressing her lips to the space between his shoulder blades.

“Hey gorgeous.” He said, moving so she could slide under his arm. He pressed a kiss to her head “You ok?”

“Yeah, fine.” She smiled, looking up at him. “You know I really do I love your hair." He said, taking in the lighter colour even more in the now closing light of day. Over the past two years, her vivid auburn had gradually tone down and was now a light brown, laced with copper and blonde.

“Thanks.” She said, a little shyly and Frank frowned.

“Don’t you like it?”

“No, I love it…it’s just, well, actually it doesn’t matter.” “Lissy.” He looked at her sternly, and she sighed, her hands worrying one another so Frank put the cooking utensils down and took them in his. “Tell me what’s going on.” “John hated me changing it.” She shrugged “Which is why I went so bright red in the first place. Once I left him I just fancied doing something wild. I’ve always liked it a bit lighter. He insisted I kept it dark…”

“Well you can do what the fuck you want with it.” He assured her, “Unless you want to shave it all off. Then I might raise some objections.” “Sorry. She said gently and he frowned.

“What for?” “Raising him again” she shrugged “We’ve been together almost 2 years now and…” “Hey.” He said, “Don’t ever apologise. I’d rather you tell me when you’re feeling like this. You know that.”

“Of course I do, I just wonder sometimes if it’s ever gonna stop.”

“So what if it doesn’t?” Frank looked at her. She blinked and he shrugged “I’ve told you, you can always talk to me. Nothing you say is gonna make me mad.”

She smiled at him as he dropped his head, gently giving her a peck. “I know, I just get fed up sometimes. Stupid little memories and flashbacks.” “I know.” He smiled at her, kissing her head softly “But they don’t rule your life anymore, not like they used to. They’re just…”he hesitated “A minor annoyance, a bit like him really, insignificant.”

“He’s even more insignificant now.” She grinned “He’s fucking dead.”

At that Frank let out a snort “I take it you’re not longer feeling numb then.”

She shrugged “Mum said exactly the same as you before, that we should be throwing a party so…”

Frank chuckled again, pulling her into him even further as he turned back to the grill.

******

Despite it being her due date the following day there was no sign of Bean. And he didn’t make an appearance on the Monday either. On Tuesday they headed in for an assessment at the hospital, and after an examination the Midwife smiled at Fliss as she lay on the bed.

"Well, Miss Gallagher... he is in the right position." The midwife smiled. “Dropped and ready.” "He needs to hurry up." Fliss grumbled "He was due two days ago.” "Your due date is never exact. I wouldn't worry. His heartbeat is strong, he'll arrive when he is ready." "Already taking after his father." Fliss shot a side glance at Frank who raised an eyebrow. "Ok so if there's no sign of him by the morning of the 28th then just call" the woman said and Frank bit back a smirk at the look of utter disgust on Fliss' face "We'll check everything and do a sweep to get things moving." "Is there anything we can do?" Fliss practically whined "Spicy food? Pineapple? Speed bumps?" The Midwife laughed "I'm afraid they're only old wives tales. The only one with a shred of credibility is sex." Frank grinned and Fliss shot him a glare. "Semen contains prostaglandins" the midwife shot Fliss a wink "It can trigger the release of oxytocin which is a hormone that can help contractions." At that it was Fliss' turn to grin. "So all I need is your sperm and a turkey baster Sailor. Unlucky." Frank rolled his eyes and mentally cursed the midwife for her damned scientific explanation. "But in essence if your body isn’t ready to labour, nothing you do will necessarily get you going." She smiled "Sorry, you're just gonna have to ride it out." Despite the joking there was no activity in the bedroom that night other than a lot of tossing and turning as Fliss was really struggling to get comfortable enough to sleep. Frank hated seeing her so tired and fed up but when at 3:30 am he sleepily asked her if she needed anything she simply asked for a cuddle which he was more than happy to provide.

“I’m sorry.” She mumbled.

“What for?”

“I know I've been a pain these last 2 weeks.”

“You’re heavily pregnant and fed up.” He said, kissing her head

“I wouldn't be able to do this alone. I don't know how my mum did.” She said softly. Frank sighed and pulled her closer, remembering how upset she had been a week or so back when their conversation one evening with Mary had turned to Frank telling her how he had been with Diane when she was born. Hormones be damned, it had set Fliss off about how nice it was that Frank had been there and stood by Diane and how she wished her own mom had that, but instead Verity’s parents had kicked her out and left her alone and pregnant at the age of 19.

Frank knew Verity had been young when she had Fliss, although he had never expressly asked he had worked it out from the fact she was 9 years Bill's junior. He also knew there was a lot of bad blood on that side of the family and that Fliss had never met her maternal grandparents, even when they reached out to her later down the line. She had rather impolitely told them to fuck off, Verity doing the same. When asked by Mary why she hadn’t forgiven them as they were family, Fliss had shrugged and simply replied that family isn't and never would be about blood, but instead it was about those people who saw you at your absolute worst and wanted you just the same. "You've nothing to be sorry for.” Frank gently soothed her, “And you're not on your own. You never will be." "I know." She looked up at him, smiling as he gave her a soft kiss.

Things continued much the same for the rest of the week. Every so often Fliss would get a twinge, and the pair of them would get excited, thinking this was it, only for nothing to happen. On the Friday, almost a week post her due date, Frank called the midwife who arranged for them to come in the next morning. Evelyn, who was being particularly helpful, even if Frank was loath to admit it cooked for them all that night, but Fliss had struggled to eat her meal, declaring she felt a bit sick. After a profound apology to Evelyn she announced she was heading for a bath and then going to bed.

“Do you want me to come with you?” Frank asked and Fliss shook her head.

“It’s not even 7. I might be back down in an hour or so if I feel better.” “Ok, can you manage-“

“Frank!” she said, exasperatedly. “I’m fine.” “Well, you’re-“ he began and Evelyn laid her hand on his arm and shook her head gently. For the first time in, well, as long as he could remember, he obeyed an order from his mother and stopped. “Alright. Just shout me then if you need anything.”

She gave him a kiss on his cheek, her way of apology for snapping and headed off.

“You won’t need that appointment tomorrow.” Evelyn said after a pause and Frank turned to her.

“What makes you say that?” “Because I felt the same the day before I went into labour with you.” Evelyn said “Queasy, tired, just generally off.” “Well, I hope you’re right because she’s fed up.” Frank sighed “He’s fully cooked now, just being a stubborn little bastard.”

“What was it you once said to me about an apple and a tree analogy?” she looked at him, arching an eyebrow and Frank snorted.

“Yeah ok, you got me there” he conceded.

Fliss didn’t come back down after her bath. Frank popped in on her a few times and she was simply led in bed, trying to get comfortable, tearfully complaining that her back ache was particularly bad. Frank led besides her for half an hour or so, gently working at the lower part of her spine that was giving her the trouble before he realised she’d fallen asleep. He left her to it, heading back down to his mother and Mary, before a few hours later, just before 10, they all decided to go to bed as it had been a long day. Fliss didn’t wake up when he slid in besides her, nor when he dropped a kiss to her cheek. He watched her for a moment as she lay, facing him, before he too closed his eyes.

***** His baby was sat on his knee, grinning up at him. He smiled down at the boy, whose hands were wrapped tight around his index fingers. He glanced up, looking around for Fliss but there was no sign of her. Nor Mary for that matter. Hoisting Alex up onto his hip he headed out to the garden and gave a start as he saw both Fliss and Mary floating face down in the pool.

“No, no…” he began to mutter, before his muttering became frantic yells “No, this…not my girls…not…”

With a start, Frank sat bold upright in bed, breathing deeply. He glanced at the clock on the side which read 23:30, damned he hadn’t even been asleep an hour! What the fuck…

He wiped his clammy brow and lay back, feeling Fliss stir besides him.

“Frank?” she asked softly, “Are you ok?” “Bad dream.” He mumbled, turning onto his side and sliding his arm under her neck, pulling her back into his chest.

“You wanna talk about it?” she asked.

He shook his head with the air of a small child, pressing his nose into her neck, breathing in her smell and comfort. As he nuzzled at her, he felt her sigh a little and push back further into him.

“Stop it.” She muttered.

“Stop what?” he asked.

“That, on my neck…”

“Why?” He teased, his nose being replaced by his lips as he gently trailed open mouthed kisses up to her ear.

“You know why…”

“You ready to try what the midwife suggested?” he grinned, his mouth nipping at her ear and she gave a laugh.

“I'm willing to try anything. Just make it quick, I’m not bothered about coming. I only need your sperm.” “Charming…” he snorted as she gave a soft chuckle. His hand that had been resting on her bump softly moved down a little as he shifted, snaking his leg in between hers, opening her up slightly. He hooked her leg up over his hip, his fingers softly trailing up her bare thigh, shifting her sleep shorts to one side as he slipped his hand gently into her folds. She bucked harshly.

“Easy baby.” he muttered.

“Can’t help it.” she let out a soft sigh “Sensitive…” With a smile, he used his other hand to tip her head round so he could catch her mouth with his own, kissing her gently, his tongue softly sliding against hers, swallowing the moans and groans she was eliciting as he worked her with his hand. Had she been a little more with it, she might have been slightly embarrassed at how pathetically short a period of time it was before he had her clamping down around his fingers, shuddering as her release washed over her, but she was too gone to care. She’d hardly even come down from her orgasm when Frank eased her shorts down, then his boxers and with a gently push forward slid into her, the pair of them letting out hushed sighs as he began to slowly slide in and out of her. There was no haste to his movements, no rush, nothing, it was gentle, sweet, loving as he kept her held close to him, his lips lavishing affection on her shoulders and neck. Before long he heard and felt he breathing falling into that tell-tale staccato panting and she let out a low, quiet but downright filthy noise from her throat and Frank’s lips curved into a grin against her neck.

“Come on beautiful…” he mumbled, the heat in his own belly was sending spikes of fire up and down his body as he fought to keep control for a little longer “Come on.” And she did, her head tipped back and with a stuttering whisper of his name he felt her tighten around him, her legs quivering as he himself came, his hips slowing to a stop as he gently bit down on her shoulder. The pair of them lay still for a while, his hand softly curving up and around her bump, over her hip, down her thigh and back again, gently repeating the motion.

“You ok?” he asked and she nodded, humming in contentment. He pulled out of her, righted their items of clothing as Fliss hardly moved. He kept her pressed close to him as he closed his eyes, drifting off again.

He was woken 3 hours later, just before 4 am by Fliss shaking his arm.

“Frank…”

He groaned but didn’t open his eyes.

“Frank…Bean…I think he’s on his way…”

He let out a grin and turned over “My sperms worked then…” he mumbled into the pillow.

Fliss looked at him, waiting for the moment her words registered in his sleep-addled brain, which happened roughly 10 or so seconds later when he suddenly sat straight up, turning to face her.

“Penny dropped?” she asked arching an eyebrow.

He blinked “He’s…” She nodded, “Yeah…” He blinked again before he swallowed, and with a grin stuttered out a single word.

“Shit!”

**** Chapter 10

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