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Wolfstar Microfic - Ghost
Words: 884
@wolfstarmicrofic
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Most evenings, after everyone else had left the common room, Remus could be found studying by the light of the fire. NEWTs were coming up and he was barely sleeping, not eating anywhere near enough and the full moon was the weekend before the exams began. In short, he was straight up not having a good time.
After two weeks of this routine, James, Peter and Sirius decided that something had to be done. James had tried talking to him about the importance of sleep, and Pete had tried bringing him snacks whenever he could, but nothing was working. Sirius decided to take matters into his own hands. Once James and Peter had fallen asleep, he snuck down to the common room.
Remus was hunched over a book, trying to keep his eyes open. He looked up as the bottom stair creaked.
âAlright?â He asked wearily.
âNot really,â Sirius said, sitting at the other end of the sofa.
Remus put his book down and shifted closer to Sirius. âWhatâs wrong, Pads?â
âIâm worried about my friend.â Sirius whispered, âHeâs not looking after himself, and itâs like⌠living with a ghost.â He met Remusâ eye and said, âPlease donât just fob me off like you did the others.â
Remusâs face softened, âI didnât mean to worry you.â
âI know.â Sirius brushed his little finger against Remusâ between them on the sofa. âYouâre not helping yourself by neglecting yourself. You need to eat, and sleep, and do things that make you happy as well as study. You remember when Evans kept fainting before the OWLs? Thatâll be you if you donât look after yourself, Moons.â
âI canât fail Pads. I have to get Os or Iâll neverââ
âI know. That pressure isnât helpful. You can only do your best, and how good is your best going to be if youâre sleep-deprived and starving?â He linked their little fingers. âPlease look after yourself. Or let us help if it feels difficult. We love you so much.â
âI love you too,â Remus said sleepily, making Siriusâ heart soar, despite knowing what Remus probably meant.
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Most evenings after everyone had returned home, Sirius could be found drinking Firewhiskey by the light of the fire. All-out war was on the horizon and he was barely sleeping, not eating anywhere enough and drinking far too much to the point of passing out more often than not. In short, he was straight up not having a good time.
After two weeks of this routine, Remus decided that something had to be done. Kingsley had tried talking to Sirius about sleeping better, Molly Weasley had done her best to feed him, but nothing was working. Remus decided to take matters into his own hands. Once the last of the Order had left Grimmauld Place he slunk into the drawing room.
Sirius was hunched over a large glass of firewhiskey, swaying slightly and muttering to himself. He looked up as Remus cleared his throat.
âAlright, Remus?â He asked.
âNot really,â Remus said, sitting down next to Sirius. He held out his hand, smiling softly as Sirius set down his glass and laced his fingers between Remusâ.
âWhatâs wrong?â
âIâm worried about my friend.â Remus said, âHeâs not looking after himself, and itâs like spending time with a ghost. I donât know where youâve gone, Pads.â
âI'm right here, Moony. You donât need to worry about me.â
âBut I do. Do you remember right before NEWTs when you came down to me in the common room one night and talked me into not self-destructing anymore?â Sirius nodded slowly, âThis is me repaying the favour. Youâre not eating, I know youâre not sleeping and youâve gone through four bottles of Firewhiskey so far this week.â
âWhat else is there to do?â Siriusâ voice trembled slightly,
âSo much, love,â Remus said, Siriusâ head snapping up at the use of the name he hadnât used for over a decade. âBeing stuck here is temporary. If you keep on the way you are, you wonât see the day when you can do whatever you want. A very wise man once said to me 'Youâre not helping yourself by neglecting yourselfâ.â
âThat does sound like something a very wise man would say.â Sirius smiled slightly, âI think Iâm spiralling.â
âHow can I help?â He squeezed Siriusâ hand. âWhat do you need?â
Siriusâ eyes locked on his. âStay here with me.â He said quietly. âPlease.â
âAre you sure?â Remus asked.
âI feel better when youâre here. Like before.â He frowned, âNot that you need to⌠I donât mean that youâd need to⌠with me.â
âWould sharing a bed help you sleep? I know it did in Wales.â Remus asked softly. Sirius nodded, âAlright then. Iâll go and pack up my stuff tomorrow.â
âYou donât have to.â
âI know I donât. I want to, Pads. Iâd do anything for you.â Remus looked away from him. âI love you.â
âStill?â Sirius asked hoarsely.
âDonât you?â Remus asked, hoping that Sirius wasnât about to break his heart.
âOf course I do, I just didnât know where you were at.â Siriusâ eyes shone. âThere isnât a day in the last fifteen years where the thought of you hasnât helped me survive.â
âWell then,â Remus smiled, âItâs probably time we did something about it, isnât it?â
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Nosy Best Friends
Tristan Flynn x Reader
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Based on this request from Anon! It was very fun to write and it gave me a second, related idea that I'm planning to post Monday, so thanks for sending it in! Hope you like it!
Fandom: Crescent City
Summary: Flynn's been disappearing a lot to spend time with his human girlfriend, and his friends have decided to finally figure out where he's been going.
Word Count: 2,219
Category: Fluff, Humor, maybe a tiny bit of Angst? But not really
A/N: This fic also has a prequel called Presentation Problems and a sequel called The Best Night Ever, but can also be read on its own!
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Ruhn's POV
"Where the Hel are you going?"
Flynn barely stopped at the sound of my voice, half-turning back with an irritated look. I gave him the same one right back.
"I'm going out. Why do you care?"
"You've been disappearing doing Urd knows what for weeks. Come on, Flynn, what's going on?"
Flynn just rolled his eyes. "Nothing, mom. Just relax and mind your own business."
He turned on his heel and walked out the door without looking back. I watched him go, then turned to Dec on the couch.
"Something's going on with him."
"Yeah. Think it's time we do something about it?"
"Definitely."
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Y/N's POV
I sighed, rubbing my eyes as I tried to reread what I'd written for the thousandth time. I'd been holed up in my apartment for almost forty-eight hours straight working on a paper for grad school, and I'd started to go a little crazy.
The only reason I hadn't gone crazy about twenty hours ago was my boyfriend, Tristan Flynn. He'd been keeping me company, providing a stream of encouragement and my favorite snacks and helping me take a break when I really needed it, even if I wouldn't admit it. He'd left a couple hours ago to go do something he needed to do, and I'd come very close to hurling my laptop at the wall in his absence.
We'd first met in a similar situation, when I'd hurled my notebook across what I'd thought was an empty classroom. Flynn had been looking for somebody the Aux had followed to campus, and only his fae reflexes had kept him from taking my notebook to his head. If I hadn't been stressed out of my mind already, I would've been worried about having accidentally attacked a member of the fae Aux, especially as a human, but I'd hit my limit that day, so instead I'd shouted at him for interrupting my studying.
Luckily for both of us, once he'd recovered from his shock, he'd seemed to be into that. He'd tried to get me to leave for safety reasons, and I'd refused, so he'd stayed. We ended up hitting it off the bat, and the rest was history.
We'd been together for a few months now, and despite every warning I'd ever heard against dating a member of the Vanir, it was quite honestly the best relationship I'd ever been in. We hadn't told anyone else in our lives yet, mostly because we didn't want our little bubble of happiness being burst, but I had a hard time believing anything could ruin what we'd found together.
The few seconds I'd spent losing myself in memories had been nice, but the glaring light of my laptop screen didn't let me escape for long. I sighed heavily, trying to decide whether it was worth it to power through. I didn't entirely have a choice, unless I wanted to drop out of grad school, but maybe I could find something to do as a small break.
Somebody must have been listening to my silent pleas, because a moment later my phone rang. I smiled when Flynn's face popped up, a terrible picture of him that I'd taken when he wasn't ready. He always switched it back to a shirtless one he'd taken himself when he got the opportunity, and it had become a little silent war between us.
"You have amazing timing," I sighed as soon as I picked up. I could hear his smile through the other end of the phone.
"I always do. Come downstairs."
"...You know I shouldn't. This paper-"
"Is something you've been holed up in that apartment working on for way too long. You're driving yourself insane, and last I checked, you can't turn in anything if you smash your laptop to pieces against the wall. Besides, humans need sunlight. And fresh air."
"An expert on that, are you?"
"I sure am," his voice purred over the phone and I rolled my eyes, but I also felt heat rising on my cheeks. "Just come down here, and I'll show you how much of an expert I am."
I let out a long breath through my nose. Flynn was right. Sitting in this apartment driving myself insane wasn't helping anything. And besides, I really wanted to go spend time with him.
"Alright. I'm on my way."
"Good. I'll see you in a second."
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Ruhn's POV
"What in Hel is he doing here?" I hissed to Dec, trying to keep my voice down. We'd tailed Flynn to some apartment complex not far from the college we'd chased some monster down at not long ago.
"I don't know..." said Dec. "Maybe he's got a lead on something for the case? Or a new case, related to all that shit we dealt with last time?"
"You think Flynn's spending his time off work doing more work?"
I shot Dec a look, and he snorted.
"Okay, you're right. It's probably not that."
We turned back to watch Flynn, who had a full bouquet of flowers in his hands. He'd put on the nicest clothes he owned, and if I didn't know better, I would've thought-
"Oh! Tristan, holy shit!"
Dec and I stared wide-eyed as a human female came out of the apartment building, absolutely beaming at Flynn. She ran to him and jumped in his arms, hugging him tight, as he picked her up and spun her around. He kissed her, and when they pulled apart they stayed close, forehead to forehead, just staring at each other lovingly, something I'd never seen Flynn do with a female. I glanced at Dec to find him looking just as shocked as me, and when I turned back to find Flynn practically floating looking at the girl in front of him, I couldn't help my surprised shout.
"WHAT THEÂ FUCK?"
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Y/N's POV
Tristan and I whirled around in sync at the sound of a loud shout from across the street. I found two fae males staring at us, looking absolutely outraged, and I started to get a little worried until my boyfriend shouted back.
"What the FUCK are you two doing here?"
"I take it you know them?" I asked, turning to Flynn and keeping my voice low. He shook his head, but the irritation in his eyes faded the second he looked at me.
'Yeah, sweetheart, I do. They're my roommates and my friends from the Aux. And they're absolute idiots."
I turned to find the idiots in question storming across the street and towards us, shouting at cars that almost hit them in the process. Unconsciously, I took a half step towards Flynn, and he immediately wrapped one arm around my waist and pulled me closer to him.
Not a moment too soon. His friends finally made it across traffic to come to a stop in front of us, and my jaw literally almost hit the floor when I realized one of them was the Crown Prince of the Valbaran Fae.
"What the Hel are you doing?" demanded the prince before turning to me. "And who is this?"
"I'm his girlfriend," I snapped, not quite able to stop myself. Both newcomers stared at me in wide-eyed shock, then whirled on their friend.
"Your what?"
"My girlfriend," Flynn said, an edge of steel in his voice that I'd only heard once or twice, usually in relation to Aux business.
The fae before us shared an absolutely shocked look, then whirled back around to look at Flynn.
"Why the Hel didn't you tell us?"
"Is that where you've been sneaking off to every day for the last few months?"
"What the fuck, Flynn?"
They shouted their questions at Flynn in sync, then without waiting for my boyfriend to get ahold of himself enough to answer, the one I didn't recognize turned to me with an apologetic smile.
"I'm Declan," he said, holding out a hand for me to shake. I stared at it for a minute, then slowly took it. "It's nice to meet you."
"...Nice to meet you, too."
"Ruhn. Also nice to meet you," said the prince with a chin nod of a hello in my direction. Then, he turned back to Flynn. "You know everybody's gonna lose it when they realize you've been keeping a steady girlfriend a secret from us, right?"
"Yeah yeah, whatever. Bunch of Aux members, a spy, and Bryce, it's your own fault for not figuring it out sooner. You should be better at your jobs than this."
Ruhn and Declan's mouths dropped open, and I laughed. I could see them getting ready for a comeback, so I stepped even closer to Flynn and fixed the other two fae with a bright smile.
"It's been nice to get to meet some of Tristan's friends, and I'm sure I'll see you both again soon. But right now, I was promised a break from my term paper by my wonderful boyfriend, and I don't intend to let anything get in the way of that."
"I'd listen if I were you," said Flynn, a massive smile on his face as he looked at me with the most lovesick expression I'd ever seen. It made my heart melt. "We met because she almost clocked me in the head with a notebook for interrupting her study session."
"Well technically I threw the notebook before you came in. And then I yelled at you for interrupting."
"Are you trying to say you wouldn't have thrown the notebook at my head anyway if it'd still been in your hands?"
"...No, I probably would've."
"I know. And I love it." He grinned, leaning in for a heated kiss. It still took my breath away, kissing him, even though it'd been a few months now, and he pulled away far too soon for my liking. "What do you say we get the Hel out of here for your distraction?"
"I say Hel yeah, let's go."
He gave me one last quick peck, then pulled back with a wink. His arm stayed wrapped around my waist as we turned to head off to whatever surprise he had planned, not bothering to spare more than a nod at his absolutely stunned friends.
"You get the weekend, Flynn!" one of them called after us. "And then we're having a party and getting to know this female you're so head over heels for!"
"Sure!" Flynn said, calling back over my head. "As long as she decides she actually wants to meet you!"
I snorted, and when I looked at Flynn I found a beaming smile on his face as we walked down the street together. He held out the hand that wasn't around my waist, finally presenting me with the gorgeous bouquet he'd first shown up with.
"For you."
"Thanks, Tris." I took the flowers and leaned into him, and we continued in comfortable silence for a moment. Then Flynn cleared his throat.
"So, do you... uh, do you want to meet them? My friends and everybody?"
"Well, that depends a little bit... why were they so shocked? Was it because I'm human?"
"No." Flynn's response was immediate, and he stopped dead in his tracks to turn me to face him. He put both hands on my shoulders, his warm brown eyes finding mine. "I would never voluntarily spend time with people who felt or thought that way."
"Okay... then why did they seem so surprised to see you with somebody?"
He grimaced. "You... might be the first serious girlfriend I've had. Ever."
My eyebrows shot up, and my heart skipped a few beats.
"Really?"
"Yeah. I think my record before this was... seeing the same female for two weeks? Maybe?"
I couldn't help barking a laugh, and Flynn grimaced again. My heart, on the other hand, was soaring as I reached up to gently cup his cheek.
"Well, I guess I can see why your friends were so surprised then. I'd be happy to meet them. And I'm honored to be the first female you've decided to stick around for."
He grinned at me, making my heart race even faster, then slowly leaned in until our lips were just a hair's breadth away.
"I'm honored to be a fae male you're willing to date. Based on what another friend has told me, a human like you wouldn't be willing to give just any of us a chance."
I snorted. "Yeah, no kidding. But I'm glad I gave you one."
"Me too."
I gave Flynn a little smirk, then leaned in to close the rest of the distance between us. He wasted no time kissing me back, hard, and we quickly deepened the kiss. I let my one free hand wander up to tangle in his hair, and I was ready to lose myself in him right then and there, but after a few long moments he gently pulled back.
"As much as I'd like to continue this... I think you'll really like the surprise break I have planned."
I smiled, going in for one last quick kiss, then pulling all the way back.
"Alright. Let's go. As long as we can continue this after I finish my assignments?"
"If I ever say no to that, you should be concerned."
I laughed as we headed off down the street together again, hand in hand. I still had many hovering stressors, from school to finally meeting Flynn's extended friend group, but I knew I'd have him with me for all of it. I was starting to get the feeling he was in it for the long haul, and even though that brought plenty of challenges, I couldn't help being excited for it all the same.
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flustered assessments - christian pulisic
summary: Y/N is a nursing student struggling to study for an assignment and Christian offers to help out by letting her do an assessment on him; super fluffy, established relationship
pairing: Christian Pulisic x nursing student!reader
word count: 2.4k
notes: this is the first fic that I'm posting on here!!! :) this fic is entirely self-indulgent and I wrote it during finals week last semester, so it might be super niche, but I still thought it was cute so and figured I would share it. please tell me what you think!
You held your head in your hands as you hunched over the desk, all your work laid out before you. Your mind seemed to spin as you tried to take in and retain all of the information written in your notebook and printed on the sheets of paper before you. You were preparing to head into final exam week as a junior-year nursing student, and you were due to perform a graded head-to-toe assessment the following morning. Nerves wracked your body as you tried to go through the checklist you had to complete (from memory). You wiggled your fingers as you read through your notes, trying to dispel some of the anxiety you were feeling.
You felt a light pressure on your back and a kiss was placed on your neck, just below your ear, as Christian leaned his body over you and wrapped his arms around your torso.
He had come over earlier that night so the two of you could try to spend some of his very limited time off together, but when he realized how much work you had piling up before exams and how stressed you were about studying, he immediately shifted gears, encouraging you to do whatever work you needed to and doing his best not to distract you. It meant a lot to you that he recognized how important your studies were to you, and that he didnât try to convince you to spend time with him instead. You had wanted nothing more than to spend the evening wrapped in his arms under a blanket on the couch, watching a movie until you drifted into a peaceful sleepâhonestly. But with so many tests looming in your near future, you knew you wouldnât be able to relax and focus on spending time with himâand he realized that too. So for the last few hours, he has wandered in periodically, ensuring that you had snacks and took breaks every so often. He talked you down from your anxious thoughts, reassuring you that you were capable of the things that you had set out to do.
âHey, baby. Just checking in,â he said, almost at a whisper. âHow are things going?â
You sighed softly, subtly leaning back into his chest and groaning in frustration. âI feel so overwhelmed,â you whined, rubbing the palms of your hands in your eyes. âI feel like Iâm just reading the same information over and over again and not retaining anything.â Christian stood up straight, using his fingers to gently massage your shoulders as you tilted your head back to look at him. His faced held a sympathetic look as he stared back down at you.
He thought for a moment. âWhat are you working on right now?â
âIâm trying to prepare for the head-to-toe assessment I have to do in the morning,â you gestured to the equipment you had laid out on the desk. Your stethoscope, blood pressure cuff, and pen light, among other tools, lay unused on the surface.
âWould it help if you actually went through the assessment instead of just reading about it?â he asked softly.
You pondered his words for a brief moment. âYeah, actually,â you looked back up at him. âIt might.â
A grin broke out on his face, accentuating the soft dimples in his cheeks. âYou could do it on me!â he replied with excitement. He had always loved seeing you practice any of your nursing skills. He often made remarks about how you were his âsmartie pantsâ that was going to save lives one day, and it warmed your heart each time. Any time he would feel an ache or pain, he would come to you to ask what was wrong, and whether you had the answer or not, you knew that he secretly just loved when you would dote on him and try to take care of him.
âReally? Are you sure?â you asked. He just nodded, bouncing lightly on his toes in excitement.
âWhere do you want me?â he asked with a grin. You told him to go sit on the bed while you grabbed your tools and a couple sheets of paper. You placed them on the bedside table and tried to mentally prepare yourself to do the assessment.
âOkay, soâŚâ you looked up at Christianâs face which only held a small, eager, and supportive smile. He was sitting up at the top of the bed with his back against the headboard. In an instant, you felt a wave of anxiety as you thought about how unprepared you felt for this assignment. You pulled on the fingers of your right hand, a habit that you often did when you were nervous.
Christian picked up on this, leaning forward to grab your hands with his own. âHey, baby. Relax,â he spoke softly, as though you were a small, scared woodland animal that he was doing his best not to spook. He gently pulled you forward, uttering a soft, âcâmereâ as he pulled you to sit on his lap, with your legs on the outside of his so you were straddling him. He placed both of his hands on your cheeks, looking intently into your eyes. âItâs just me and you here. You can do this. And you can run through it as many times as you need to tonight. Iâll be right here.â His thumb stroked your cheek gently. âOkay?â You felt butterflies in your stomach at his words as you nodded and glanced down. Even after as long as you had been together, he never failed to get you flustered.
You took a deep breath, trying to center yourself and focus on his encouragement, and he moved his hands from your face, settling them on your hips. You decided to just stay where you were to do the assessmentâit wasnât the most conventional way to assess a patient by any means, but you felt better when you were close to him. You leaned over to the bedside table, grabbing your notebook and a pen so you could jot down notes as you went.
âOkay,â you paused, collecting yourself. âHi, my name is Y/N, and Iâm going to be your nurse today.â You glanced up to Christianâs face, feeling almost giddy at the amused look on it. âI need to do a head-to-toe assessment on you, is that okay?â You mentally went through the elements of the introduction that you needed to fulfill, checking each one off in your head as you went.
Christian replied with a âyes, maâam,â and a short nod.
âOkay, can I get your name and date of birth?â
âChristian Pulisic. September 18, 1998.â You had already begun writing down the answer before he started speaking, already sure of his answer.
âDo you know what day of the week it is?â
âItâs a beautiful Thursday evening.â
You giggled at his response, feeling a little more anxiety flutter away. âDo you know where you are?â
âYour apartment?â he questioned, not exactly sure how he was supposed to answer. You just nodded to show that he was fine.
âAlright, and do you know why youâre here?â
âTo help my beautiful, genius girlfriend study for her exams so that she can ace this tomorrow and go on to become the most brilliant and talented nurse this world has ever seen.â You felt the heat rush into your cheeks at his response. You looked up to his face and found an earnest honesty in his eyes as he grinned at you. You shook your head with a laugh, turning back to your notes.
âAre you in any pain?â
âNo.â
You began taking his vital signs, pretending to take his temperature and oxygen saturation since you didnât have the equipment to do those. You took his blood pressure and counted his pulse and respirations, noting them on your paper.
âEverything normal?â he asks.
âFor the most part,â you smiled. âYour heart rate is kind of fast, but I usually donât take my patientâs pulse while Iâm sitting in their lap, so that could have something to do with it.â He smiled sheepishly, dropping his chin to his chest as he laughed at himself. âAnd your blood pressure is just a hair high, but with as active as you are and how well you eat, I wouldnât worry about it. It probably just has to do with the heart rate thing, too.â
You continued assessing him to the best of your ability, asking him questions about how he had been feeling and checking his eye movement with your pen light. Christian continued trying to make you laugh as he followed all of your directions. When you asked him to puff out his cheeks to test one of the cranial nerves, he crossed his eyes, acting as goofy as he could.
You began asking him questions related to his heart, asking if he had experienced any chest pains or dizziness. You put your stethoscope in your ears and, as you did so, Christian leaned forward off of the headboard, pulling his shirt over his head quickly, and discarding it on the floor. You felt the heat flooding your face once again as you studied his bare abdomen.
âLike what you see, Nurse Y/N?â he wiggled his eyebrows as he spoke.
You rolled your eyes, laughing anyway. âJust shut up and lean back,â you giggled, pushing his chest. You placed the stethoscope to his skin, listening to the soft lub-dub, lub-dub of his heartbeat, a soft smile passing over your face. It was one of your favorite soundsâhis heartbeat. It was a comforting sound, knowing he was alive and well. You had fallen asleep many times, head pressed to his chest as the steady rhythm lulled you to sleep.
You jotted down some more notes as you took the stethoscope out of your ears, turning back to look at him. âDo you have any history of smoking?â you asked with a smile, as you already knew the answer.
âNo,â he smiled.
âAlright, have you experienced any coughing recently? Any difficulty or pain with breathing? Any shortness of breath?â
âWell⌠a little bit,â he pondered, tapping his finger to his chin. You quirked your head to the side, raising an eyebrow at him in question. Why hadnât he mentioned to you that he was having trouble breathing recently? A thousand possibilities ran through your head in an instant.
âWell, you know⌠because you took my breath away,â he raised his eyebrows as if to say, âthat one was pretty good, huh?â.
 You just grabbed your notebook, writing in it once more. âPatient⌠thinks⌠heâs smooth,â you spoke slowly as if you were writing the words in your notes.
âHeyyyy,â he groaned and both of you laughed.
You continued working through the list of what you needed to do, checking off each item, one by one. As you were working through the neuro section, Christian moved his hands from your hips, down to settle on your thighs, where he rubbed the pads of his thumbs over the exposed skin just below the hem of your shorts.
âHave you, um⌠h-have,â your breath caught in your throat, suddenly feeling flustered at the soft touch of his fingers. You swallowed hard, attempting to pull yourself together and promptly failing. You dropped your hands into your lap in defeat, letting out a heavy sigh. âYou have to stop doing that.â
âDoing what?â He wore a sly grin on his face.
âYou know what youâre doing,â you groaned.
He laughed at your desperation. âCome on, if you can do it in these circumstances, you can do it in any setting,â he retorted, raising his eyebrows at you. As much as you may not like it, he was probably right.
You sighed again, stretching out your back and shaking your head to try to refocus yourself.
Soon enough, you had finished your checklist, looking through your notes to ensure you hadnât forgotten anything.
âAlright, I think thatâs everything,â you smiled at him. âI diagnose you as⌠alive.â
âOh, good. I was worried,â he said in an amused tone, squeezing your thigh. âAlright,â he took the checklist from your hands. âRun me through everything you would do for an assessment, and Iâll check you.â
You took a deep breath, pulling at your fingers again. One of his hand resumed itâs position on your thigh. âOkay I start by introducing myself, I get two patient identifiers and assess for alertness and orientation. Then Iâll take temperature, pulses, respirationsâŚâ
You continued listing everything you could remember, running through the assessment in order in your head.
When you reached the end, Christian beamed at you, setting the sheet of paper on the bed beside you. âYou aced it. Every last thing on that listâyou got it.â
âReally?â
âEvery. Last. One.â He leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. âIâm so proud of you.â Your heart fluttered in your chest as you closed your eyes, leaning your head onto his shoulder. He ran his fingers gently over your back, tracing patterns into your spine. âYouâve been studying for hours now, and youâve got this material down. Do you feel comfortable calling it a night? We can run through it again a couple times in the morning before you actually head in to do it.â
You smiled to yourself at his supportive and caring words. You nodded, head still on his shoulder. He wrapped his arms around your torso, scooting down the bed so that he could lay down, pulling you to lay on his chest. You instantly melted into him, feeling the ache in your shoulders and back as you finally relaxed.
In a matter of minutes, you felt your eyelids begin to droop as Christian continued rubbing your back slowly.
âThank you for helping me study,â you spoke slowly, sleep already threatening to take you. âIâm sorry we didnât get to spend much time together tonight.â
âItâs okay, baby. Next week, after you crush your finals, Iâll take you out and we can spend all the time in the world together then.â
That simple statement made you smile, giving you something to look forward to after a long week of exams.
And sure enough, Christian was right. After a night of peaceful rest in his arms, the two of you ran through the material a couple more times the next morning, and then, after you had donned your scrubs (earning several cheeky remarks from Christian about how hot you looked in them) you headed into the lab to do the assessment with your instructor and passed it with flying colors.
#christian pulisic x reader#christian pulisic imagine#christian pulisic imagines#christian pulisic fics#footballer fics#footballer fic#footballer imagine#footballer imagines#football imagine#football fics#christian pulisic fluff#christian pulisic#christian pulisic fanfic#christian pulisic one shot#christian pulisic blurb
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To Touch Fate
Fandom: DC Comics, Batfam
Summary: Jason attempts to settle down in Southern Italy and live a civilian life.
Chapters: 24/?
Characters: Jason Todd, Original Character(s), Bruce Wayne, Terry McGinnis, Matt McGinnis
Relationships: Jason Todd/Original Character(s)
Additional Tags:Â Angst, Jason Todd-centric, Jason Todd is a Father, Terry McGinnis is Batman, Retirement, Future Fic, Major Original Character(s)
Chapter Twenty-Four: Memory
Jason discreetly took Katerina, Domenico, and Angelo straight home. âWeâre leaving the country by boat at the end of the school year. Six weeks. I need the three of you to spend that time studying, training in the gym, and loading the boat with supplies. I want you to pack like weâre going on a trip, but I donât know how long weâll be gone. Pack Sheila, Darius, and Claudiaâs things. Do it quickly before they come home, and meet me at the car,â Jason explained.
Domenico left the room immediately without complaint. Katerina and Angelo complained about the abrupt choice until Jason raised a finger to his lips. âWe might not have to leave⌠If we go, itâll only be until itâs safe to return,â Jason explained, âI donât wanna be away from home any longer than we have to.â
Angelo and Katerina left, quietly obeying Jasonâs gentle command. Once they finished packing, Jason helped them load their bags into the car. He drove them to the docks, leading the children to the boat. They hid their bags below deck. Domenicoâs phone rang. âGo ahead. Itâs okay. Weâre done for today,â Jason whispered, âWeâll wait in the car.âÂ
**Â
Noemi went to the gym with Jason to spar. Noemi practiced throwing punches, and Jason playfully caught her wrist. âGiasone,â Noemi laughed. She looked into his eyes.Â
âI want you,â Jason whispered. Noemi grinned.Â
âYou want me?â Noemi whispered. Jason nodded, releasing her wrist and dropping to his knees. âFocus, Giasone.âÂ
âI canât,â Jason mumbled as he nuzzled against her open hand. Noemi lifted his chin.Â
Jason chuckled, reaching underneath her sweatshirt. He stood over her, resting his chin atop her head. âWhatâs on your mind?â Noemi asked. Jason frowned. âI knew it. What is it?âÂ
âThe children are upset⌠Rightfully, so. What if we have to uproot them? This has been our home for twenty-two years⌠Twenty-six years for you. Are you mad at me?â Jason questioned. Noemi held his face in her hands, turning his face toward hers. She clicked her tongue and stood on her tiptoes until he softened.Â
â You are home. This is simply a place we occupy together. My memories and my life⌠my children and my heart⌠Theyâre with you,â Noemi reassured him, âYou worry so much. The children are young. This is what they know⌠But nothing has to change. You havenât changed. I havenât changed. Theyâll be alright.â Jason took her hand, kissing her palm.Â
âTheyâll listen to you. Youâve always been gentler with wordsâ.â
âYou know⌠Thereâs one person who understands. I think he wants you to speak to him first. Heâs desperately seeking your approval,â Noemi whispered. Jason furrowed his brows.Â
âDom? But he knowsâ?âÂ
âDonât assume he knows anything. Talk to him and ask,â Noemi replied, âAnd Iâll talk to the others.â
**
Jason took Domenico on the train to visit Bari. â PapĂĄ, whatâs the matter ?â Domenico asked.Â
â We havenât had a day alone in a long time⌠You never complain. You justâ. I love you, Dom, â Jason smiled.Â
âI love you, too⌠But you didnât tell me where weâre going,â Domenico replied.
âYou used to like surprises, Dom. I think youâll like this one⌠I want to reward you for how patient youâve been with me,â Jason whispered. He messed up Domenicoâs hair. âYou are such a wonderful picture of what I couldâve been. I admire everything about you⌠And Iâ. I want your joy to be endless. I assumed you knew that, but Iâ. I should say it. Shouldnât I?âÂ
Domenico smiled with tears in his eyes and nodded. âWhatâs this all about, PapĂĄ?â Domenico asked.Â
âEmi brought it to my attention that I donât tell you Iâm proud of you. Monello, Iâm always proud of you. Youâre strong, youâre kind, youâre loyal⌠And youâre the most patient kid Iâve got. Iâm proud of all of you for so many reasons. I should say it more. I know I needed to hear it when I was young,â Jason replied. Domenico hugged him.Â
âStop. I donât want to cry on the train,â Domenico laughed. Jason smiled as he wrapped his arms around his son. The train stopped, and they got a ride to the stables. Domenico lit up when he heard Jason say it.Â
âI thought itâd be fun⌠We havenât gone horseback riding in a long time,â Jason whispered, âText Emi and tell her weâll be home late.âÂ
Domenico obeyed. âDo you remember when you took me to the stables for the first time? It was magic,â Domenico whispered. Jasonâs mind drifted to a memory, and he smiled with sad eyes. âAre you remembering something?â
âYeah, but Iâm not sad. Iâ? You make me remember what it felt like to be a kid,â Jason whispered, âEvery time one of you kids gets to sixteen I take a breath. Itâs a relief for me. Youâre all babies to me. It doesnât matter how old you all get, youâre all babies. My babies.â
Domenico showed Jason a picture. âI took this picture of you the last time we went. Here,â Domenico whispered as he gave Jason his phone. It was a picture of Jason on horseback with the sun behind him. âYouâre my hero, PapĂĄ.âÂ
Jason shed a tear and took a breath. âStop⌠Youâre gonna make me cry in the car,â Jason laughed.Â
**Â
Meanwhile, Noemi entertained Claudia and Dario by putting clay masks on their faces. â Could I interest either of you in some pasticciotti? â Noemi offered.Â
â Mamma? Can we have milk with it, too, please? â Claudia questioned. Noemi adjusted Claudiaâs cotton headscarf, making sure she didnât get clay in her hair.Â
Dario tugged on Noemi's dress. â Mamma, arenât you tired? â Dario questioned. Noemi shook her head.Â
â I love doing this. Youâre the only two that sit long enough to let me pamper you. Relax. Iâll bring your milk and pasticciotti. Stay put, â Noemi grinned. She walked to the kitchen and put two pastries on a plate and poured two glasses of milk. She fed them with a fork and knife before the timer went off. â If youâll excuse me, I need to wash your masks off. â Noemi carefully washed Claudiaâs face before Darioâs, and she applied a few small droplets of oil to their faces. She used her thumbs and palms to massage it into their little faces.Â
â Mamma, do you know when Dom will come home? â Dario questioned.Â
â Late. After dark, I think⌠Why? â Noemi asked.Â
âBenjaminâs here,â Dario whispered before the doorbell rang.Â
Claudia jumped up. âPlease, can I get it, Mamma?â Claudia asked. Noemi nodded, and Claudia rushed to the door.Â
âHi, sweet pea. Whereâs your brother?â Benjamin asked as he lifted her up.Â
âDomâs not here. PapĂĄ took him to Bari to ride horses. Do you want to come in? Mammaâs home, so we can have visitors,â Claudia offered. Benjamin set her down. âPlease?âÂ
âOkay⌠You look radiant by the way,â Benjamin smiled.Â
âMamma washed our faces!â Claudia exclaimed.Â
Benjamin nodded. âIs it just the three of you today?â Benjamin asked.Â
âMhm⌠Katerina and Cecelia went swimming,â Claudia answered.Â
âBenjamin, would you like a face mask?â Dario peeped. Noemi smiled at Benjamin and nodded.Â
âI could do one for you,â Noemi whispered. Benjamin nodded awkwardly. She grabbed the powder container and prepped it with water to make a clay mask. âHow is Signorina Ahmadi?âÂ
âMÄmÄn is fine. She umâ. She prolonged her trip, so I was sort of hoping I could stay here for a few days⌠But Iâ.âÂ
âOf course, you can stay here. Darius has been sleeping in Angelâs room for the past few days⌠It wonât be any trouble. Youâve stayed with us before. Itâs no trouble,â Noemi replied, âOh no, Benji, donât smile. Youâll crack your face.â
âOh, sorry, Dottore,â Benjamin replied.Â
âItâs okay. And call me Emi. Todayâs my day off. Youâre so formal. Iâm putting clay on your face. Everyone is always so serious,â Noemi chuckled.
#fic#batfam#batman beyond au#to touch fate fic#Jason Todd#Original Character(s)#Bruce Wayne#Terry McGinnis#Matt McGinnis#Jason Todd/Original Character(s)#Angst#Jason Todd-centric#Jason Todd is a Father#Terry McGinnis is Batman#Retirement#Future Fic#Major Original Character(s)
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in honour of this happening at my gig(its for me, save your breath telling me it aint cos it is! they were in the same building as me. damithan supremacy is fucking real) imma post a little overdue something
my rainbow family halloween fic never came together, i had a cute idea but sometimes the fic dont fic. but yall can have the first 1k+ of what i did write, which includes a little secret i've been keeping from yall for the throuples future. please enjoy, i wish october had been nicer to me so i could have gotten this fic finished for yall
With nothing but Britney Spears to hear as you styled the long blonde wig, it almost felt like old times. You were reminded of spending a huge chunk of your paycheck on new wigs and spending practically every Saturday night at a live music venue, standing for hours in the most uncomfortable shoes known to man. You remembered the extra concentration that had been put into styling the wig that you wore to surprise your boyfriends with your debut (and only) performance in drag.
The illusion of nostalgia was being routinely interrupted by your baby bump getting in your way. At thirty-three weeks pregnant, your movements had to be adjusted from the typical. That kept you from getting entirely lost in memories, along with the blinking baby monitor set up on your desk.
This wasnât your first time working on this wig, you had been at it with the hairspray and curling iron many times during the course of this month. And it was almost perfect, almost ready to go atop Damianoâs head to complete his Lestat costume. For this yearâs iteration of Victoria and RenĂŠ's famous Halloween parties, your boyfriends were dressing to match one another. They were channelling the leads from 1994âs Interview with the Vampire, with Ethan taking on Brad Pittâs Louis.
You were going as one of their victims, with prosthetic, gory wounds ready to be glued to your body. The 1800âs dance-style dress you planned to wear would accommodate your tummy, as well as fitting the theme since you had gone at it with scissors and dark red paint.
You were interrupted from your work by the sound of your family returning home. Damiano, Ethan and the three kids were back from their excursion to a local pumpkin patch. You unplugged the curling iron, leaving it on the heat-resistant pad before easing yourself onto your feet. You collected the baby monitor before leaving the room, ready for the moment when Bowie awoke from his nap.
When you got downstairs you followed the voices of Ethan and Marsha, finding them in the family room. They were standing at the crafting table, which was currently dominated by the largest real-life pumpkin you had ever seen - it appeared to be three times the size of your head.
âYou donât think his name is Patrick?â He was asking of your daughter.
âNo, thatâs the name of the starfishies.â She replied, speaking as if this rule of hers was the most obvious thing in the world.
âRight, well maybe this is a girl, a girl named Paula.â
She looked at the giant vegetable with her eyes narrowed, carefully studying it with this new information. Ultimately, she decided her dad was speaking the truth and nodded her head. âPaula the pumpkin.â
âThatâs the most Paula-looking pumpkin Iâve ever seen.â You contributed your opinion as you walked closer to them.
âHi Mama. Do you like the pumpkin Cosmo picked? I helped.â She said, perked up with pride.
âYou guys did an amazing job.â You said. âYou donât need to keep that heavy jacket on now that youâre inside, Miss Thing.â
She fumbled with the combination of zipper and buttons on her winter coat. But she succeeded without assistance and pulled the garment off, handing it to you straight away.
âHow about you go check if Papa needs any help making lunch?â Ethan suggested.
She left for the kitchen and you turned to look at your boyfriend, a displeased look on your face when you began to speak. âYou got the smallest one they had, eh?â
âThe kids picked it. What was I supposed to do- tell them that they picked wrong?â He asked.
âYouâre supposed to redirect them.â You said. âCome on, we talked about this and we all agreed- no more pumpkins bigger than Moe. Theyâre gonna drive us nuts, asking every day for it to be moved around the veranda, or from the front veranda to the back, then the opposite.â
âI know, but you should have seen how excited he was, he was planning out all the cool things he would have space to add. I didnât have the heart to stifle his creativity.â He said, clearly trying to win you over with his sweetness.
âYou let my children run wild, Ethan.â You attempted to maintain your stern tone.
The expression on his face changed as he switched to the tactic of distracting you. âYou smell like hairspray, have you been working on the wig again? I would love to see the progress.â
âYeah, I bet you would.â You said sarcastically.
Before he could continue his facade, everything was interrupted by your sonâs crying coming through the speaker you held. Bowie had woken up, providing Ethan with a great distraction.
He grabbed the baby monitor before you had a chance to react. âIâve got him.â Swiftly he was disappearing out of the room and up the staircase.
You gave the large pumpkin another look. You were glad that this year you had an excuse to count you out of the three kids' consistent redecorating ideas. It got very tedious trying to keep up with them deciding, then re-evaluating the perfect spot for the heavy decoration.
By the time Ethan came into the kitchen with Bowie the toddler had stopped crying. You were sitting with the rest of your kids along the island, everyone enjoying their own serving of scrambled eggs. Damiano was making sure each child had the drink they wanted.
âHeâs okay.â Ethan said of Bowie, who was looking around the room with bright eyes. âHe just wanted us to know that heâs awake.â Ethan tapped him on his tiny nose.
The kids had been told that their crafting would begin once lunch was finished, prompting them to start asking as soon as Sylviaâs plate was cleared. They were made to wait until everybody was done, with Ethan the last one eating. He purposefully took smaller and slower bites, earning him theatrical groans from the three eldest.
Damiano took care of tidying up, leaving you and Ethan to get the various crafts prepared. For Cosmoâs pumpkin carving, Ethan laid some sheets from the newspaper onto the floor. The twins were easy to organise, they would be taking their textas to print-outs of pumpkins to be hung up in the windows. You picked out the pots of face-paint that had been purchased for you to help Bowie turn your pregnant belly into a festive pumpkin. You had some old towels on hand for the mess that was certainly coming your way.
He eagerly took one of the paintbrushes that you offered, once you were seated somewhat-comfortably on the floor. Your son turned away from you, uninterested in what you were doing at present. Wobbly steps took him over to where his siblings were gathered, around and on top of the newspaper in anticipation of Ethan bringing the pumpkin over.
âHey Dada, whatâs my star sign?â Cosmo asked, the horoscope section catching his eye.
Once Ethan answered this, the girls wanted to know theirs. This led to Ethan reading out the two horoscopes, which were peppered with words the kids didnât understand, his explanations slowing the whole process down. Sylvia got bored first, leaving for the table where all of the colouring supplies were set up.
He and Cosmo were still drawing out their ideas on the pumpkin when Damiano came into the room. You were using a marker to create a guide for the painting on your skin while Bowie gave each of the brushes careful check-overs (some of the handles required a taste test). The twins were making the most progress, their markers quickly moving across the pages, their focus secured. Damiano checked that you didnât need any assistance before stationing himself with the girls.
You wiped the handles of one of the brushes on the towel before dipping it into the orange paint. âAre you ready to paint, baby Bowie?â
He raised his brush into the air. âPah.â
âUh-huh.â You said. âYou wanna help Mama paint this section, right here in the centre of her belly?â
He had a serious look on his face as he scooted closer to you, apparently ready to concentrate on the craft. You handed your brush to him and he took a long look at the thick orange liquid on the bristles. You feared that he would touch it to his face, or worse, try to eat it.
But he proved his skills, applying the bristles to the taut skin of your tummy. The paint felt slimy on your skin as he worked the brush up-and-down, seeming to understand that this was somewhat similar to when he painted at his baby easel. You were unbothered when some of his brush strokes partially went over your outline of an eye.
âWow, that looks so good already.â You enthused.
He nodded his head as he accepted from you the alternate brush dipped in paint. âGood.â
He wasnât the most gentle as he made contact with your skin, applying the paint over on your side. There was a method to how he worked, spreading the orange further across your tummy. There had been many attempts at trying to get him excited over the fact that you were growing a brand new baby in there. It was hard to tell how much he absorbed this information, but what you really cared about was that he was enjoying decorating your large belly.
âOkay, now push with your elbow until the blade of the knife goes all the way in.â Ethan instructed as he held his hand over Cosmoâs on the serrated knife.
Cosmo wore a look of great concentration, his brow furrowed as he sucked on his upper lip. He moved the knife carefully, pushing until more than the pointed tip disappeared into the real pumpkin. Ethan held the vegetable steady with his other hand as Cosmo kept working the knife in.
While colouring with the twins, Damiano had found a doll-sized cowboy hat. It was quite common to come across misplaced pieces of toys around your home, so he didnât bother to question it. He balanced the tiny hat on the tip of his index finger, absentmindedly keeping it elevated.
This caught Bowieâs eye, taking his attention away from painting. He got to his feet and you had just enough time to take the messy brush off of him before he wandered away. He went directly over to his dad, reaching for his arm.
âHey, little man.â Damiano enthusiastically greeted him.
âHat.â Bowie said.
âOh, is this yours?â Damiano asked, offering the small hat to him. âAre you a cowboy?â Damiano placed the miniature accessory atop Bowieâs head, towards the centre where it could be somewhat steady. Immediately he was giggling, not needing to see his reflection to find this funny. âIt looks really terrific on you. It must be your hat because it suits you so well.â
Bowie whipped around to face you, the hat slipping off of his hair in the process. Damiano quickly remedied this, holding Bowie still with a hand on his shoulder until the hat was back in place.
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GITJ Post 309: Back to the Study Clinics, p1
That was one of the hardest things Iâve done in a while, just a few minutes ago, leave that beautiful, perfectly built woman alone, asleep in my apartment. Thereâs nothing Iâd rather have done than snuck back under the sheets with Melissa and spend the rest of the morning - even after my pretty embarrassing loss of control against her as she slept. But, duty called and here I am - in the office. I had taken the chance to clean off what I could from Melissaâs remarkable behind, shower quick, and get dressed. Through the whole thing she basically slept, though she did give me a drowsy little kissy-face when I told her âbye, Iâve gotta go to work.â
âYeah there are nights she barely sleeps at all,â Josie was explaining to me, as I readied myself in the hallway to go in to see our first study clinic patient for the morning, waiting in an exam room a few doors down. If you remember, our office had become an external study site for testing Evolution Pharmaceuticals new OTC dietary supplement for women as they looked for FDA approval. âAnd then there are times,â Josie finished, âwhere sheâs, like, comatoast.â
âComatose,â I corrected h-
âYeah whatever,â she continued, pressing on. Josie, one of my new, poorly-trained medical assistants, had known Melissa a long time. Though younger than my new Office Manager by five years or so, I think, she understood her friend well and somehow in fact knew she was upstairs in my apartment sleeping off a night of vodka. That my staff knew my Office Manager had spent the night with me was a little embarrassing, a lot unprofessional, but just another small chip out of the armor of my professional dignity and male pride. âShe can sometimes sleep for, like, two days straight,â Josie continued, readjusting her long, medium-brown hair in its ponytail, âespecially if she gets really excited.âÂ
At that, I tried not to blush, or notice how - with her hands behind her head - Josieâs breasts seemed quite big today.
âAnything really exciting happen last night? This morning? Hm?â Josie then giggled, taking a second to adjust the strap of her bra through her thin blue scrubs. The âwink winkâ in her voice was plain to hear, and it brought flashes of memories, Melissaâs and my time together on the couch, and in bed. Josie seemed to know more than she should.
âWell, I think all you girls got a little excited at the bar last night, by the election results,â I began, loathe to start recounting the more lurid details of the evening to my young employee, âbut, letâs get to work. Now, why are we doing this on a Wednesday, seeing study patients? Tell me again what that email said?â
âThey said theyâre fast-tracking everything, âcuz of the election results,â Josie explained, reaching out to readjust the two pens in the chest pocket of my new lab coat. The girls had ordered a few in smaller sizes for me. âEvolution needs us to see at least twenty a week now th-"
âTwenty? For real?â I remarked, the idea of it boggling my mind, which was already reeling after the election results, âthatâs more than twice as many as we said would be doable when we started..!â
âYeah I dunnoâŚâ Josie agreed, with a noncommittal shrug.
I huffed in my indignity, knowing I really had very little say in the matter at this point. Olivia, Sheryl, GiannaâŚthey were the real decision makers with this thing; as much as I hated to admit it I was more a worker-bee at this point, a drone. The women who ran things at Evolution controlled the money, and - acutely aware of how my geriatric practice was suffering, how anemic itâd become under recent mismanagement - I knew we needed the cash.
âAnyway, whoâs supposed to see this patient with me?â I began again, knowing that Josie was scheduled to assist my APRN Vida with Mr. Kowalskiâs procedure down the hall, âAnd whatâs this first patientâs name?â
âHer nameâs Thalia, Thalia Bates. I donât think youâve seen her before. She started on treatment at Evolution. Sheâs the daughter of some politician guy, a senator from like Minnesota or Canada or something,â Josie answered, handing me a chart, âand itâs Karen, the new nurse, whoâll be coming in with you. Sheâs worked with the patient before but I donât think sheâs here yet so-â
I opened the manila folder but just then both Josie and I turned our heads to see Angie, one of the girls from accounting, step out of one of the study exam rooms down the hall, the one where my patient awaited, and scoot quickly away in the opposite direction. She was shoving something into her purse.Â
I saw Josieâs eyes narrow. She pulled out her phone, started a text.
âAnyway, I really have to get started so if youâll excuse meâŚâ I announced, snapping the patientâs chart closed and moving towards the room. I was a little confused why an accountant would be in a room with a patient but whatever.Â
âWait wait,â Josie stopped me, actually stepping towards me as I approached the room, âI didnât think you were supposed to see these patients alone, by yourself? Karenâs not here yet?ââ
âItâs fine,â I replied, entering the room. With my first breath my vision began to swim. Spots, patterns appeared on the walls, straight lines and vines warped and everything in my world suddenly became focused on one thingâŚ
âHi doctor,â the hyper-developed teen seated in a chair across the small room from me chirped, âIâm ThaliaâŚâ
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When Love and Hate Collide: Chapter 8
Series Masterlist
Their next show a few days later went phenomenally, like always. The band and crew were now making their way over to Asia. They had to spend a week on the bus before they went to the airport. Y/N found it to be an odd experience. She found it difficult to sleep the first night as she discovered that more than one of the band members snored. She wasnât sure who but she knew it wasnât Sav. They would all be spending a lot more time on the bus in Asia as they would be there for a longer period of time, so she needed to get used to it. She inwardly groaned at that.Â
The flight over there wasnât too bad as she slept for most of it, Vivian standing guard yet again to make sure no one tried to draw on her face. When they landed, they got straight on the buses that were waiting for them, taking to the same beds as before. As she sat down on her bunk, she noticed Joe pull the curtain across straight away, not even giving her a glance.Â
Y/N was still wondering what was going on with Joe. She didnât want to pry and she knew it was nothing to do with her but she was worried that she had done something to him still. She knew that the rest of the band knew what was going on. They werenât maliciously keeping it from her but rather, she assumed, to respect Joe and his privacy.Â
Despite how Joe was still ignoring her after being on tour with them for just over a week, there was a funny feeling come over her when he looked at her. A feeling that Y/N hadnât felt since she met her ex-boyfriend. She knew it would be best to stay away from Joe for a while, as much as her job made it possible, until she figured out what she was feeling. The last thing she needed was to develop a school-girl crush on a man who wouldnât even give her the time of day.
They still had a week before their first show and they would be spending that time on the bus as well. The downside to staying on the tour bus was that there was no shower. They had to wash down with a flannel everyday, which was less than ideal. There were eight adults living together on the bus including Y/N and their bus driver so everyone was trying the best they could to prevent any unpleasantness for the people living with them.Â
Tension seemed to be rising between Joe and Y/N. Sav thought that Joe was starting to turn a corner and at least be polite towards the young woman, but apparently not. Sav himself couldnât pinpoint what was causing Joeâs bad mood this time, but he and the rest of the band were trying their best to be extra nice to their tour assistant.
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Their first week in Asia went quickly and soon enough, they found themselves in the hotel the night before their first show in Thailand. As they were checking in, Mal gave Y/N another updated itinerary telling her where the boys had to be and when. Y/N made sure she studied it well, not wanting to be late anywhere or to show up at the wrong venue accidently.
Sav collected her for dinner after she lost track of time and Y/N could feel the awkwardness that had surrounded them for the previous two weeks, continue. Trying not to seem bothered by it all, Y/N started questioning everyone, making sure they were settled in alright and ready for the show.Â
âAs long as you donât walk into anyone else then I think weâll all be fine. We have done this before.â Joe almost spat at her, shocking everyone around the table.Â
Y/N didnât even bother to react. She didnât let it show that his words affected her. Sav gave Joe a sharp look and kicked him under the table but Joe didnât seem bothered by this.Â
The table remained fairly quite after that, Y/N looking down the entire time to avoid eye contact with anyone else, she was left slightly embarrassed after Joeâs outburst, she knew that they had done this many times before, but it was her job to make sure they had everything and if they forgot something it would fall onto her.
When they had finished, Y/N quickly excused herself and headed back to her room for the evening. As she left, the rest glared at their lead singer.Â
âWell, youâve really outdone yourself this time.â Sav scoffed. Joe just looked up at him refusing to say anything. âYou know you have to apologise to her.â He continued when Joe didnât respond.
âYeah Iâll pass.â
âNo you wonât,â Phil spoke up, âYou said you would be civil with her.âÂ
Rolling his eyes, Joe realised he was on his own. With a huff, he got up from his seat and followed in the direction their assistant went. It registered in him that he wasnât listening when she had told him her room number earlier. Turning round he looked at Sav who rolled his eyes.
â625â
Joe gave another nod and made his way towards the lift. The truth was he wasnât sure what prompted him to make that comment to her. He didnât know where this anger was building up from again. Maybe it was because he started to let his guard down slightly when he promised to be nice, which was the last thing he wanted to do. Or maybe it was the comment that Mal had made a few weeks ago about her replacing him. Joe knew Malvin was joking but the idea of her being in charge of their tours when he barely wanted to be around her irritated him.
Once he got to the sixth floor, he slowed down his pace, wanting to delay this as much as possible. He hated apologising at the best of times. Counting the rooms as he went, he finally got to Y/Nâs room. It was quiet there and for a moment he thought that she wasnât in there. However, then he heard her moving about inside and decided to knock, knowing that the others wouldnât let him be until he apologised.
It wasnât long before she came to the door and Joe felt his heartbeat quicken at the sight of her. She was a short but modest nightdress, with her hair plaited so it didnât get tangled overnight. She had taken the little make-up that she wore throughout the day off and the main light in the room was switched out, leaving the bedside lamp on. It was obvious to Joe that she was about to go to bed.
Joe didnât realise that he was staring until Y/N softly cleared her throat. For some reason Joe couldnât find any words. He moved his eyes from her legs, up to her face but he just stood there like an idiot.
âWhy are you here Joe?â Y/N asked in a tired tone.
#def leppard#joe elliott#joe elliott x reader#when love and hate collide fic#when love and hate collide chapter 8#ellen's fic
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Don't go without me (BSD Fanfic)
I bring you some more bramran hehe, I hope you all enjoy <3
Ranpo likes hugs.
In fact, Ranpo likes physical affection of any kind, however hugs tend to be his go to whenever the chance arises to receive some affection, Bram has noticed. Like right now, in the office of the Agency, Ranpo is seated on the couch, pressed up against Dazai who doesnât seem all that bothered for someone that usually rejects all kinds of physical affection and is instead running his hands through Ranpoâs hair, the two quietly chatting about something that he canât decipher. No one else in the office seems bothered either by the fact that the two genius detectives arenât doing any work, but then again, since the near end of the world with a certain rat of a man, work for them has been slow.
Not that Bram works of course.
No, he just sits around the office and does nothing.
And thatâs fine by him.
It allows him to study those of the Agency with careful eyes, to see what kind of people they are that he chose to align himself withâeven weeks after the incident he still runs over the passionate speech that Ranpo used to convince him to their side. A speech that resonated within Bramâs own heart that was simply tired of being used for other peopleâs gain. So in a way it had been unnecessary with the conflict thatâd been within his own heart, yet Bram welcomed it all the same. It showed him that Ranpo would do anything to make sure that those closest to him were safe, and upon agreeing to the youngerâs terms, that included Bram as well.
Unfamiliar and strange yet⌠nice.
And now Bramâs been thrown into a mundane life where no one expects anything of him and he can live peacefullyâso long as he doesnât start turning the people of Yokohama into vampires just for the sake of it. Not that he has any intention of doing so because heâd much rather spend his days listening to the music that Aya insists upon him and getting some much needed rest. Which is what heâs in the process of doing; observing the Agency members as they move about is just his way of drifting off to sleep.
He watches the doctor enter the room and head straight towards Ranpo and Dazai, demanding that they sit still while she checks their still healing wounds. Bram can hear a little grumbling come from the geniuses, but they do as she asks, so Bram turns his attention elsewhere. Heâs still learning the names of those at the Agency, mostly because heâs still figuring out the language for the most part and sometimes he struggles to decipher name from wordâheâs getting better at it though, so Aya has told him in her efforts to teach him.
Now his attention is on the young ones of the Agency; the boy and the girl that are still children but were forced into growing up far too soon. The two are playing some sort of game that Bram doesnât recognise, overseen by the tiger boy and the redhead, but they all have smiles on their faces which tells him that theyâre having fun.
âWhatcha looking at?â Bram turns his gaze upwards, to see Ranpo leaning against the arm of the couch with his elbows. Thereâs a fresh bandage on the hand thatâd been impaled that Ranpoâs not to subtly trying to pry loose with one of his fingers.
Bram reaches up to grab that hand with one of his own, holding it carefully in his grasp. âJust observing the young ones.â
Ranpo shifts his gaze towards the group, a look of understanding on his face. âAh, yes. Fukuzawa-san found a bunch of games from when I was young and thought they might like them.â
âThey are being children; such is a privilege in todayâs society.â Bram says, letting his eyes slip shut.
âWell arenât you being dramatic today.â Bram feels fingers dance across his forehead. âEverything alright?â
Maybe itâd be worth turning Ranpo into a vampire just so he couldnât stand there and deduce Bramâs feelings like they were an open book.
But then again, if he does that, it means heâll lose that caring bluntness that he loves so much.
Heâll settle for pretending he didnât hear Ranpo instead.
Which of course, never works.
âHey, donât ignore me!â Ranpo whines, dropping down to nuzzle into the side of Bramâs neck, his arms crossing over Bramâs chest.
Bram grunts and cracks open an eye as he glances down at Ranpo. âI could not if I tried.â
âGood, then tell me what youâre thinking about already.â
âWhy?â Bram asks.
A slender finger jabs him in the cheek none too gently and Bram fights the urge to bite the offending appendage off, instead raising a hand to swat at the annoyance instead. âBecause Iâm such a loving and caring partner that wants to know why you look so down today.â
âYou are just being nosy.â
âYeah, I am.â Ranpo admits without any hesitation. âSo you might as well just tell me.â
Bram sighs and tips his head back, both eyes open to look into Ranpoâs own that stare down at him, the easy smile on the detectiveâs face more than enough to relax him. âI am just tired.â
âTired?â Ranpo repeats, cocking his head to the side.
He nods. âTired. That is all.â
âWell then I say we rectify that with a nap!â And before Bram can even protest, heâs being shoved upright so that Ranpo can squeeze onto the couch behind him, all of the shorterâs limbs enveloping him in a hug that really shouldnât be as comfortable as it is. Bram feels a bit like heâs in his coffin, only instead of hard walls and a single pillow, heâs surrounded in warmth and all the pillows he could ever need.
It makes him feel alive.
He turns over to bury his face into Ranpoâs stomach, mumbling under his breath. âDo not leave.â
âI wonât.â Ranpo runs a hand through Bramâs hair. âA case may come through, but Iâll wake you if that happens.â
âMmkay.â Bram murmurs, and closes his eyes.
And then opens them seconds later as quiet footsteps approach the couch.
Kunikida stands before them, a folder in hand and apologetic look on his face as he addressed Ranpo. âMinoura-san called with a case. Urgent, he doesnât want to waste time in trying to find the killer. He said heâll buy as many sweets as you want if youâll help.â
Bram can hear the pout in Ranpoâs voice without having to even see it. âIâm with Bram.â
âI know, but itâs urgent, Ranpo-san.â
Ranpo lets out another grumble that prompts Bram to raise his head. âIt will be fine. I will be here when you get back.â
Another grumble, but this time, Ranpo extricates himself from underneath Bram, making his displeasure known as he snatches the folder out of Kunikidaâs hands. âMinoura owes me big time for this.â
Bram watches as Ranpo walks off, gut churning with an emotion he canât decipher, one that he can��t remember having ever felt before. Whatever it is, it left him watching Ranpo, wishing for him to come back even though logically, Ranpo had to work. It wasnât the first time that their time together had been interrupted, and it certainly wouldnât be the last, but this time it was different and Bram couldnât figure out why that was. Nothing had changed between them since Ranpoâs last caseâin fact, the only thing different was that they hadnât spent much time together because that last case had taken Ranpo away from Yokohama andâ
Wait.
Was he missing Ranpo?
Was that it?
Bram blinks and sits up, curiosity on his face as he studies the doorway that Ranpo had walked through just moments ago. It makes sense for him to miss Ranpo if he doesnât get to spend a lot of time with the younger man, but why is it making an appearance now? Why not every other time? Is it because theyâve grown closer? Done more things together? Bram doesnât understand it, but he does understand the feeling now; itâs just been some years since he last felt that way towards another person so he didnât immediately recognise it.
But that feeling sends him upright, moving before he even realises as he strides down the hall to follow after Ranpo at a pace that would be considered a jog if he were shorter.
It doesnât take long for him to catch up to Ranpo, and it only takes a few seconds for his love to hear him coming and turn around. Kunikida does as well, but Bram ignores him and throws himself at Ranpo, nearly sending the both of them crashing to the ground as he draws Ranpo into his arms into a tight hug.
âWhat is it?â Ranpo asks, seemingly shocked but getting right to the point.
Bram remains silent for a moment, letting the hug go on before he pulls back and stares intensely at Ranpo. âI want to come with you.â
Ranpo blinks up at him.
âI miss you.â Bram elaborates. âTo rectify it, I wish to accompany you on this case.â
For a moment, Bram thinks that heâs done something wrong when Ranpo continues to stare at him, but that fear eases when Ranpo smiles widely at him, reaching out to grab one of Bramâs hands and entwine their fingers.
âFine with me! You can buy me sweets!â
Bram rolls his eyes. âRanpo, I have no money.â
âJust use Kunikida-kunâs card, he has plenty of money.â
âPlease donât.â
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Note: For this one to work as canon, Amelia's s19 timeline in Grey's - in particular her break-up with Kai - has to be shifted a few months forward, syncing up with Carina's in Station 19.
How Mad Would You Be If I Kissed You? Greyâs Anatomy - Amelia Shepherd & Carina DeLuca
As the door fell close behind her, Amelia scanned the bar, taking in the typical dark interior and unknown faces. Not in the mood to spend her night with friends or co-workers, she'd picked a place she'd never been to; some random Irish pub, a few blocks from the hospital.
The venue was lively, though not too crowded, exactly like she preferred, and without further thinking she made her way to the bar. Yet right before she reached it, she promptly stopped in her tracks. Almost hidden in the far corner booth, she spotted someone familiar after all.
For a moment, Amelia wanted to turn around and leave as quickly as possible. The woman in question, however, was Carina DeLuca, someone she wasn't too close with, yet actually liked quite a lot. And someone who just caught her, too, which would make her look like a total ass if she wouldn't even say hi.
As she got closer, she didn't just notice that Carina was alone, but also that she looked tired â sad almost.
"Carina, hey," she greeted her gently, before nodding towards the glass of red in front of her. "Drinking away your sorrows?"
Carina answered her with nothing but a weak smile. "How 'bout you?"
"I can't," Amelia shrugged, "Recovering alcoholic."
"Right," Carina nodded slowly, and then, with her head slightly tilted, "Visiting the local watering hole might not be the most helpful then."
Her voice was warm and caring, free of judgement, which made Amelia smile at her, instead of defensively snap.
"Who says I need help?"
This time Carina was the one to shrug. "Your eyes do. They look... different."
Though they didn't know each other that well, their paths had crossed a few times in some interesting ways, including Amelia's participation in Carina's study â leading to the discovery of her brain tumor â and Carina delivering Amelia's baby. Not the most common circumstances, but strangely enough all situations in which they both seemed to feel quite comfortable around each other, considering.
Not waiting for an invite, Amelia sat down across from her.
"Here's what I think. We can talk problems, or we can talk solutions." Her gaze followed Carina's towards the wine on the table. She reached out, moving the glass to the side. "Not that one."
Carina cocked her head again, intrigued.
"I'm not here for the booze. There are more ways to feel better. Much healthier ways, too." Wiggling her brows, she went on, "You of all people should know that."
For the first time in weeks, Carina giggled.
Folding her arms on the table, Amelia leaned forward, looking Carina straight in the eyes.
"How mad would you be if I kissed you?"
The question elicited a bright laugh from Carina. "I'm not one to get mad that easily," she answered, shaking her head in amusement, "My wife, howeveâ"
As a flash of pain clouded her face like some dark shadow, she abruptly fell quiet.
Amelia swiftly sat back again. "Shit, Carina, I'm sorry. I didn't want to..."
"It's okay."
"I just... I- I heard some rumors," Amelia stammered, "But they were all different, and I... I honestly have no idea how you... what happened to..."
"It's okay," Carina told her again. Sighing deeply, she lifted her hand, showing Amela her ringless finger. "It's true. I just... forgot so for a moment. I'm not exactly used to the new situation yet." She forced a smile, quietly adding, "So if this is you asking me for a menage a trois again, I'm afraid you'd have to provide the third party."
Despite Carina's sadness, one that Amelia didn't just feel but shared as well, she chuckled. "First of all, I kind of hoped you'd forgotten about that. And second, I just got my ass dumped."
"You did?" Shifting in her seat, Carina embraced the distraction that Amelia's situation just offered her. Not that she didn't feel bad for her â or worse: wanted to prey â but because she got hit by a sudden, rather entertaining realization.
They were both single.
For the first time since they'd met, they were both free as a bird. At the same time. Shattered and grieving and anywhere near moving on, maybe, but free. For the first time their playful flirtations didn't had to be all innocent.
Amelia was right. They could focus on their loss, on their pain, or they could allow themselves some relief - even if it wouldn't solve anything. It for sure would get her through the night though, help her face another day in which things could still go either way; in which doors could be slammed for good, or maybe, just maybe, be opened a little.
When Carina stayed quiet, distracted by the train of thoughts, Amelia narrowed her eyes "What is it?"
Leaning in, the corner of Carina's mouth quirked up, followed by her eyebrows.
"Ask me again."
"Ask you what?" a confused Amelia asked. But then she caught the sparkle in Carina's eye. A laugh escaped her and she nodded in understanding, reaching out again to rest her hand on top Carina's. Squeezing it lightly, she looked up at her through her lashes.
"How mad would you be if I kissed you?"
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Springsteen (pt. 1)
Link to previous chapter: 1 Chapter 2 (5.5k, T, ao3)
Bradley had been officially dating Jake for almost a whole month, and he made sure everyone knew it. He held Jakeâs hand in the hallways at school, Jake was always over at Bradleyâs house, Bradley attending every single one of Jakeâs wrestling matches. They were happy.Â
Bradley was getting a little anxious with the upcoming Christmas season. Mav had said he was going to San Diego and he needed Bradley to decide as soon as possible what his plans were. Bradley didnât want to invite himself over to Jakeâs parentâs house for the holiday, seeing as heâd never met them and Jake still didnât really talk about them much outside of complaining about his father. But he also didnât want to leave Jake for the holidays.
They had been sitting in Bradleyâs room, working on Jakeâs latest physics assignment when Bradley brought it up.Â
âJake, what are your plans for the holidays?â he asked, not looking up from the textbook.Â
âI guess I donât really know,â Jake replied. âWhy? What are yours?â
Bradley shook his head and still didnât look up. âIâm not really sure. Mav said heâs going to San Diego to see Ice, but I donât really like flying around the holidays.â He paused to gather his thoughts. âAnd I donât want to leave you,â he finished softly.Â
âB, are you saying you want to meet my parents and stay with us for Christmas?â Jake asked, putting a hand on the side of Bradleyâs face to finally tilt it up.Â
âKind of?â Bradley said, pitching his voice up as if he was asking a question. âI donât want to stay home alone, but you never really talk about your family or anything so I donât want to intrude and I can just go with Mav it will be fi-â Jake cut Bradley off with a kiss.Â
âYouâre doing it again,â he said, pulling back and smiling. âYouâre rambling when youâre anxious.â
Bradley felt a flush creep up his cheeks and let a small smile grace his lips. God, he really liked Jake, and how he made him feel. He couldnât stand the thought of leaving him, if only for a few days.Â
Jake must have noticed his lingering hesitance. âYou can come and stay with me over Christmas,â he continued. âAs long as you need.â
âThank you, Jake,â Bradley said, his smile growing to crinkle his eyes.Â
They went back to studying for a few more hours, Jake leaving to head home, blaming early practice the next morning for his departure. Once he was gone, Bradley burst into the kitchen where Mav was sitting with an aircraft manual open on the counter, no doubt prepping for his next class after his short break.Â
âMav, Iâm not going to San Diego,â he declared.Â
Mav looked up, startled. âOkay?â he questioned. âAny particular reason?â
âIâm going to meet Jakeâs parents,â he said with an air of finality, but he could hear the wavering anxiety in his voice.Â
âThatâs great, Bradley,â Mav replied, a huge smile on his face. âIâll only be gone for three days, so you know, if anything happens, you just come straight home, okay?â
Bradley looked at him, confused by his response, but he chose to ignore it. It was probably just Mav being overprotective, nothing for Bradley to worry about.Â
A week later, Bradley jumped in the car with Jake after packing a few sets of clothes to spend the next few days over at Jakeâs house. He bounced his leg nervously in the passenger seat until Jake reached a hand over to rest it on his thigh. Bradley looked over and smiled at Jake, resting his own hand on top of Jakeâs where it remained for the rest of the short drive.Â
Once they pulled into the driveway, Jake put the car in park and immediately turned to Bradley.Â
âListen, B,â he started. âMy parents donât know weâre a couple.â
Bradley balked at him. âThey what?â
âI know I should have told you this sooner, but I didnât know how to bring it up,â he said. âThey wonât care if we sleep in the same room or the same bed, but we just canât be super handsy around them.â
Bradley nodded slowly. âSo Iâm just a friend whoâs not-dad was leaving for the holiday, and you invited me over?â he asked.Â
âYes exactly,â Jake confirmed. âMy dad can be a little homophobic. Thatâs why Iâm not out to them. I donât really know what they would say.â
âGot it. I will be on my best behavior,â Bradley said and gave Jake a mocking salute.Â
Jake leaned in for one last kiss before they walked inside the house together. When they got in, Bradley was immediately ambushed by a large Golden Retriever.Â
âThatâs Goose,â Jake said, laughing as he pulled the dog from Bradley.
When he heard the name, Bradley froze. âGoose?â he asked.Â
âYeah,â Jake said, slowly setting his backpack on the floor and leaning down to untie his shoes. âWhy?â
âUm, nothing,â Bradley started. He was about to speak again when a woman, he assumed it was Jakeâs mother, walked into the entryway. âIâll tell you later,â he finished under his breath.Â
âHi, you must be Bradley,â Jakeâs mother said. âIâm June, Iâve heard so much about you. Iâm so glad youâre here with us.â She walked over to give Bradley a big hug and ruffle Jakeâs hair. Jake groaned in protest and tried his best to smooth his hair back down. Bradley wished he wouldnât, he looked hot with his hair all messed up, but he kept his words to himself, since he was supposed to be acting straight.Â
âHi, Mrs. Seresin,â Bradley said as he returned the hug.
Once greetings with Jakeâs present siblings were exchanged, Jake and Bradley made their way to the basement to drop off Bradleyâs bags in Jakeâs bedroom.Â
âSo,â Bradley started. âThis is where the famous Jake Seresin spends his time when heâs not at my house.â He was looking around the room to take it all in. It was a modest size, as was the rest of the house. The walls were plastered with posters of athletes, the ones that Bradley knew were Jakeâs favorites. There was a closet that was filled to the brim with clothes and football gear, stored away for the rest of the year.Â
Jake was standing near the doorway, hands in his pockets and looking slightly uncomfortable.Â
Bradley frowned at him and took the few steps it was to stand in front of Jake. âWhatâs the matter?â he asked, starting to reach his hands out to put them on Jakeâs face before thinking better of it. Instead he tapped Jake on the chest, letting the last of the taps linger a second.Â
Jake shook his head slightly. âNothing, itâs justâŚâ he trailed off, looking down at the floor. After a beat and a big sigh, he lifted his head to look Bradley in the eyes. âI wish I could hold your hand in front of my parents without being scared that theyâre going to disown me or something stupid.â Bradley could see tears dancing on the edges of Jakeâs eyes.
âOh, Jake,â Bradley sighed. He pulled him into a big hug while reaching behind Jake to shut the door slightly. âI will never understand what that feels like, but just know that if anything ever does happen, you always have a place with us. Always.â Bradley paused to think if he should say what he was thinking out loud. Fuck it. âI love you, okay?â
Jake pulled back from the hug but stayed in Bradleyâs arms. His eyes were lit up, wet from the tears that never fell, but crinkled at the corners from the smile that was growing on his face. âYou love me?â he asked.
âYeah, Jake,â Bradley said. âNo one has ever made me feel as good as you do, and I guess, maybe, I donât know, itâs a little early to say anything, and weâre still in high schâ.â Jake leaned in to press a soft kiss to Bradleyâs lips.Â
âB, youâre doing it again.â He kissed Bradleyâs cheek. âI love you, too.â
Bradley cracked a smile and closed his arms even tighter around Jakeâs middle, Bradleyâs heart thrumming with joy. âThis is the best Christmas ever,â he said into Jakeâs hair. Bradley couldnât believe he was falling this hard, this fast, for this boy. There was no one that would be able to replace him.Â
Later that night, Bradley was the happiest he had ever felt holding Jake close while music played quietly from Jakeâs stereo. He traced a hand up the side of Jakeâs arm and listened to the soft hums coming from Jake in time with the music.Â
âB?â Jake asked. âWhat was it you were gonna tell me earlier? When you met Goose?â
If he was being honest, Bradley had almost forgotten about that. âYou know how I call Mav and Ice, well, Mav and Ice?â he started. âItâs their callsign that they earned during their first assignment as pilots.â
âYes, Bradley, I know what callsigns are,â Jake said, tilting his head up to press a small kiss on the underside of Bradleyâs jaw. âWhat does that have to do with this?â âWell, Goose was my dadâs,â Bradley said simply. Jake shifted so he was resting on his elbows, now facing Bradley. âIt was his dadâs nickname for him when he was little, and the older pilots got a hold of that information when he got to the squadron and it was voted as his callsign with overwhelming majority.â He paused to think of Mav telling him the story. âAt least thatâs what Mav tells me.â
Jake smiled at him and leaned down to kiss Bradley. âI couldnât be more proud to have a dog named after such an amazing man.â
As if on cue, Goose nudged the door open and jumped up on the bed and onto Bradley making him lose his breath and Jake let out a loud laugh.Â
***
2016
The rest of the year passed Bradley by in a blur, more time spent with Jake, Mav, or Ice, when he came to visit. By the time school started back up after the break, Bradley was beginning to get stressed out with his application for the United States Naval Academy. It was the only thing he had ever wanted to do his whole life. His father had gone. Ice had gone. Maverick didnât but that was a special circumstance. All his heroes were amazing naval aviators, and Bradley knew that his path to fly fighter jets was through the Academy.Â
Bradley was often zoned out during classes, thinking about writing his personal essay that would determine if he got in or not. He knew he had the grades, he had the athleticism, he had the desire. The only thing holding him back at this point was himself and his damned writing skills. He would ask Jake for help, seeing as Jake was much more eloquent than Bradley, but they hadnât once mentioned the future to each other, so Bradley didnât know what the reaction was going to be when he told Jake he was going to the Academy.Â
So, he would suffer through. Or ask Ice for help. Either way, it was going to get done.Â
He stressed about it so much that Mav had started to worry about him. Mav would take an extra day off during the week, usually Friday, so he and Bradley could go to dinner or a movie that evening when Bradley got home from school. Bradley noticed that Mav was on the phone in his home office more frequently and for longer periods of time. He assumed it was talking to Ice, but every once in a while he would raise his voice, and in all the years Bradley had known Ice and Mav â his whole damn 18 years of life â they had never raised their voices at each other. The dinners and phone calls went on for a few more weeks.Â
Then, on the first day of spring break, Bradley got the letter in the mail that he had been denied admission to the Naval Academy due to âpotential personal conflict that could arise due to his attendance.â He tore the envelope open the second he saw it was in the mail, leaving a trail of paper on his way from the front door to the kitchen counter. Mav was leaning up against the counter eating some yogurt.Â
âWhatcha got there, Bradley?â Mav asked him around a spoonful of yogurt.Â
Bradley ignored his question, too engrossed in the contents of the letter. âWhat?â he shouted once he had read it. And read it again. And a third time. He couldnât believe what he was reading. Without looking up, Bradley could sense Mav tensing up where he was standing. Slowly, Bradley raised his head.Â
âI didnât get in,â he said quietly. He could feel a lump forming in his throat but there was no fucking way he would let himself cry. âI didnât fucking get in. I did everything perfectly for four goddamn years of my life. I never made any other plans because I was so sure I would get in.â He paused to steady his breathing. He read over that line one more time, âpersonal conflicts that could arise due to his attendance.â He could feel the gears turning as the tension in the room became thicker, Mav turning around to set his spoon in the sink, and more importantly turn his back to Bradley.Â
âMav,â Bradley said slowly. He felt his phone buzzing in his pocket, but he was ignoring it for now. âThey said I didnât get in due to personal conflicts with my attendance. What does that mean?â Bradley didnât want to assume anything, there was no reason he had cause to assume anything, but he also knew how much pull both Ice and Mav had in the Navy.
Mavâs shoulders shifted as he sighed and turned back around to face Bradley. He didnât say anything for a long time. Before he could, Bradley spoke, finally having had enough and needing to ask for himself.Â
âDid you have something to do with this?â he asked. Mav had been so worried about him these last few weeks. And Bradleyâs whole life. Mav always wanted Bradley to stay out of the military, opting to take him to science or art museums rather than the airplane and army equipment museums Bradley would have much rather gone to. Mav would often get quiet when Bradley talked about how great of a pilot he was and how lucky his dad was to have been Mavâs RIO. It was often only Ice that indulged Bradleyâs navy and aviation questions.
Mav sighed again. Bradley jumped in once again before Mav could open his mouth. âDid you have something to do with this?â he asked again, though this time it sounded more like an accusation than a real question. âAre you the personal conflict?â
This time Mav finally spoke. âI might have been,â was all he said.Â
âYou might have been?â Bradley shouted again. âWhat the hell is that supposed to mean? You know better than anyone that all Iâve wanted my entire life is to be a navy pilot. And you know that the first step to being the best I can be starts at the Academy. I had a better chance than almost anyone in the entire fucking country at getting in.â Bradley was furious. Why would Mav interfere?
âBecause it wouldnât be good for you, Bradley,â Mav said, starting to raise his voice, too. âI know what happens to guys who go through the Academy and become aviators. I donât want it to happen to you, too.â Mav tried to leave but Bradley wasnât letting him without a better explanation.Â
Bradley put up a hand to poke Mav in the chest. âHow can you even say that? Ice went to the Academy, he turned out great and you love him.â He paused to level himself. âMy fucking father went to the Academy,â he said in a low voice, hands now at his sides, curling into fists.Â
âThatâs my point exactly, Bradley,â Mav said, scrubbing a hand down his face. âI canât let what happened to your dad happen to you, too.â
âMav, that was a freak accident, you of all fucking people should know that!â Bradley was hardly able to look Mav in the face. He couldnât stay in the house. âI canât be here right now, I canât be in the same room as you.â Bradley threw the mail down onto the counter. âDid Ice have anything to do with this?â he asked quietly.Â
Mav shook his head and closed his eyes. âHe had no idea.â
That was enough for Bradley. He turned on his heel and went up to his room to start packing a bag. There was no way he would spend the next week in that house with Mav and not have school to distract him. On his way up the stairs, he pulled out his phone and called Jake.Â
On the second ring, Jake answered. âB? Whatâs up?â he asked.Â
âI need to come over,â Bradley said flatly. âI canât be here right now, is it okay if I come? Iâll explain when I get there I just need to get out.â He was haphazardly throwing random clothes into his duffel.Â
âBradley, are you safe?â Jake asked, worry present in his voice.
Bradley breathed a sigh and let a small smile, Jake would always make him feel better. âYes, Jake, I am. Iâll explain when I get there, I promise.â
Once he was finished packing, Bradley raced down the stairs and into the kitchen to grab the letter off the counter before he left.
âBradley?â Mav called out from the living room. Bradley saw him round the corner and into the kitchen. âWhere are you going? Canât we talk?â
Bradley didnât respond and just kept walking toward the door. He heard Mav come up behind him and felt a hand around his wrist.
âBradley, please,â Mav begged.Â
âConsider yourself lucky if I ever speak to you again,â Bradley spat before jerking his arm away and hurrying out the door. He would have to walk to Jakeâs house since he didnât want to wait around for a ride, but it wasnât far and the weather was nice enough.
Once Bradley got there, he noticed that there werenât any cars in the driveway, but he saw Jakeâs parked on the street and headed to the front door. He walked right in and Jake was waiting there with arms open wide and a sad smile on his face. When he saw Jake he felt tears start to form in his eyes and the lump in his throat was back. He practically fell into Jakeâs arms. Jake tilted Bradleyâs chin up to press a soft kiss to his lips. Bradley made a small sound in the back of his throat and let Jake kiss him until he started to forget about why he was so upset.Â
âItâs okay, B, Iâve got you,â Jake whispered into Bradleyâs shoulder when they pulled apart, a hand smoothing down the back of Bradleyâs head. âLetâs go down to my room, yeah?â
Bradley took a deep breath and nodded his head from its spot lodged in the space between Jakeâs neck and shoulder. He unstuck himself from Jake and grabbed his hand before following him down the stairs.Â
âWhatâs going on, B?â Jake asked once they had sat down on the bed. He was still holding onto Bradleyâs hand, and the only thing on Bradleyâs mind was the warmth emanating from his boyfriend. He knew Jake would be able to make him feel better even when Bradley felt like his whole world was falling apart around him.Â
âYou know how weâve never really talked about what weâre doing after we graduate?â Bradley began. Jake nodded his head slowly, confusion clear on his face. âWell, I never really wanted to talk about it because I was applying to the U.S. Naval Academy, and the chances of seeing each other would be so low if I got in. And Iâve been one of the best candidates to get in.â He paused. âWell, according to Ice, and Iâm inclined to believe him.â Bradley huffed a small laugh.Â
Before he could start again, Jake cut in, talking excitedly. âYou got your letter today then, too?â he asked.Â
âWait, what? Too?â Bradley was caught off guard.
âWell, like you said, we never talked about after graduation, and because you never brought it up, I never did either, but I applied to the Academy, too! I got my acceptance letter today!â The look on Jakeâs face was one of pure happiness. âYou must have gotten your acceptance letter today, too!â
Bradley was too stunned to speak. He wanted more than anything to be happy for Jake, to congratulate him and hug him and kiss him and tell him that heâs proud. But he couldnât bring himself to do it. He was trying so hard to muster up a smile, anything that would let Jake know he loved him. Jakeâs smile started to fade and was replaced by a look of confusion.Â
âJake, I didnât get in,â Bradley said quietly. âMav pulled some bullshit and I didnât fucking get in.â He threw his letter onto the bed in front of Jake.Â
âHe what?â Jake asked incredulously, his voice starting to rise. âWhat do you mean?â
âI donât know what happened but he used his stupid influence to pull my papers so they denied me.â Bradley was fighting tears. First his dad in everything but blood absolutely fucked up his entire life, and now his boyfriend was taking his place. He couldnât believe his luck.Â
âThere has to be someone you can talk to, right? Like Ice, canât he do anything?â Jake asked frantically, reaching for Bradley but Bradley pulled away and stood up from the bed. âIsnât he higher ranking than Mav?â
Bradley started to pace around the room, running his hands through his hair and causing it to stick straight up. âIt doesnât fucking matter at this point. There wouldnât be anything anyone can do. The rest of the letters are already sent, all the spaces are full.â Bradley didnât know what to do. He couldnât be inside anymore, he needed fresh air, he needed to get out of the house and away from Jake. He loved him, loved him more than anything, but he didnât want his frustrations to bring down Jakeâs happiness. He leaned down to pick up his bag.Â
âBradley, where are you going?â Jake asked suddenly standing from the bed.Â
âI need to go outside, I canât be in here right now.â He was breathing heavily, his heart was hammering in his chest, and his head felt like it was going to explode. It was like the oxygen had suddenly disappeared from the room and he was the only one feeling the effects. His bag was forgotten on the floor as he went up the stairs and out the front door.Â
It was still light outside and the air was thick but being able to see the sun setting was steadying his breathing. He sat on the warm concrete of the driveway, letting the small rocks digging into his palms bring him back to earth. He heard the door open and close behind him, followed by timid footsteps. Bradley didnât turn his head to look, but in his peripheral vision he saw Jake sit down next to him. Not too close, but close enough.
âBradley,â Jake said softly. âWhatâs wrong?âÂ
When Bradley didnât respond, Jake scooted closer and set his hand on top of Bradleyâs. Bradley still didnât move his head, but he turned his hand over to grip onto Jakeâs. They sat like that for a while until the sun was almost fully set behind the horizon. Silently, Bradley stood, still holding Jakeâs hand, and led him back into the house.Â
He didnât say much the rest of the night, as much as Jake tried to get him to talk. Eventually, Jake seemed to understand that he wouldnât get anything out of Bradley that night. They got ready for bed silently but when they laid down Bradley finally spoke.Â
âAll Iâve wanted my whole life was to be in a Navy fighter jet like my dad, like Mav, and like Ice. Iâve wanted to be in the air and above the clouds,â Bradley said quietly. Jake shifted to rest his head on Bradleyâs chest. âNow that I donât have the opportunity, I donât know what Iâm going to do.â He sighed deeply.Â
Jake rested his hand on Bradleyâs chest and drew circles with his finger. âB, there are other ways,â he started. âYou can do NROTC in college and commission. Enlist and get your degree while youâre in and then commission. There are so many options.â He continued with his circles and Bradley tried his hardest to focus on them instead of the thoughts circling his head.Â
âItâs going to set me back, and I feel like Iâll never catch up.â Bradley brought his hand up and intertwined his fingers with Jakeâs. âI love you, you know that right? I always will, and Iâll never forget you even if weâre apart.â
Through the darkness, Bradley could sense the confusion on Jakeâs face, but he made no move to try and look at Bradley.Â
âI love you, too, B,â Jake replied in a soft voice.Â
They laid together there in the darkness until Bradley heard Jakeâs breathing slow and knew he was asleep. He stayed in bed a few more minutes, already having made up his mind but still feeling like a weight on his chest was weighing him down. After laying still a while longer but before changing his mind, Bradley slid himself out from underneath Jake, careful not to wake him. He picked his bag up off the floor and threw his few clothes that had been strewn about the floor inside before zipping it up as quietly as he could.Â
Bradley leaned over the bed to press a kiss to Jakeâs forehead before making his way out the door and out to the driveway. He sat down on the now cooled concrete and pulled out his phone to find an Uber. It wasnât too late, he should be able to get one.Â
Once he had secured a ride to the airport, he stared at Iceâs name in his contacts before pressing the button to call him. It was the first time he had turned on his phone since leaving Mavâs house, so he was using every bit of will inside him to keep from opening all the texts from both Ice and Mav.Â
âBradley?â Ice answered the phone with a frantic voice after the first ring. âMav and I have been trying to call you for hours, where are you?â
âIâm at Jakeâs, Iâm fine.â Bradley took a deep breath. âBut Iâm coming to San Diego. Now. Iâm waiting for my ride to the airport.â
âWhat?â Ice shouted through the phone. âBradley, why?â
âYou didnât have anything to do with it, right?â Bradley asked instead of answering Iceâs question. âMav pulling my papers?â
âI tried to stop him, but there was nothing I could do,â Ice sighed. âIt was too late by the time he told me about it.â
âThen Iâm coming back to San Diego and finishing the school year there. I canât be here anymore,â Bradley said.Â
When Ice tried to bring up Jake, Bradley cut him off. âIâll talk when I get home, my ride is here.â He hung up the phone and stared out into the darkness, waiting for the headlights to show up.Â
The only thing Bradley remembers from the blur of the airport was his phone ringing while he was waiting in Dallas for his next flight. He saw the screen light up, first with Mavâs name then Jakeâs after he let Mavâs call go to voicemail. He didnât answer Jakeâs either.
After a minute, the voicemail notification popped up. Against his better judgment, Bradley lifted his phone to his ear.Â
âB, please,â Jake said breathlessly through the phone. âCome back. Donât go.â There was a silence that followed before, âI love you,â preceded the click of the call ending.Â
Thirteen hours later, Bradley was sitting at the kitchen table, hands wrapped around a cup of coffee, and Ice sitting across from him. They hadnât spoken on the car ride from the airport or since they had been home. Bradley was unable to form his thoughts into words, his mind was still reeling from the decision he made. He didnât know if it was the right one but he knew he wasnât going back.Â
âIâll work on getting you enrolled in school later today,â Ice said, standing up to pour himself more coffee. âWeâll have to talk about what happened at some point, you know.â
Bradley nodded, but kept his mouth shut. He had never felt so drained and wired at the same time. His adrenaline was still pumping hot through his veins but he was starting to come down and his body was feeling it. He wrapped his hands tighter around his mug, letting the warmth seep into his hands and willing it to travel to the rest of his body.Â
He knew that he would have to start applying to colleges as soon as possible, it was late in the year and he needed to get in. He thought about applying to San Diego State University so he could stay living with Ice, but there was too high of a chance that Mav would come back and find him. He decided on University of Virginia instead. Well, he would have to apply and actually get accepted, but with his grades and extracurriculars â prior to moving to Corpus Christi â he shouldnât have a problem.Â
***
The rest of Bradleyâs school year passed quickly. He kept his head down and got back in with his old friends, and managed to keep their questions about why he was back away through cracking jokes or just leaving the conversation. Eventually, around graduation, everyone just kind of left him alone. Â
Ice had gone to his graduation, against everything Bradley wanted. He didnât even want to walk across the stage, but Ice made him, saying that he wanted the pictures to hang in the house. While Bradley walked, he thought he saw a shock of dark hair and a familiar looking face standing in the back, but it could have been anyone.Â
The summer passed quickly and Bradley moved out to Virginia in the fall, Ice helping to move him into his dorm. He had gotten accepted into the school fairly quickly, and was even considering trying out for the baseball team. He wasnât sure if he would have time for both the team and NROTC, but he would make it work. He had to. He always did.Â
As the summer and then fall wore on, the thought of Jake wasnât leaving his mind, as much as he tried. He had a few flings throughout the summer, and even managed to stay with a boy for over a month once he was in Virginia. He couldnât make it work though, every time Bradley felt like he was getting close to getting over Jake, something would happen that would remind Bradley of him. The other boy broke it off right before the end of the fall semester.Â
***
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2020Â
In the spring of 2020, Bradley graduated college summa cum laude and with a commission in the United States Navy. Ice was in attendance at the ceremony, dressed to the nines in his whites and forcing Bradley to take all sorts of pictures. He knew those pictures would get sent to Mav, but he was trying to keep the thought out of his mind.Â
Bradley would have to go to field training in the summer, but he was on the track to get a fighter pilot slot once he was done. He had gotten his degree in Aerospace Engineering with his minor in Spanish, and he was able to get his private pilotâs license while he was in school. He told Ice to stay away from pulling strings to get him a pilot slot, but Bradley didnât fully believe him when Ice told him he didnât.Â
Bradley had finally made it to where he wanted to be, hardly set back any time at all, and he would be in the cockpit of an F/A-18 before he knew it. There was nothing holding him back, no Mav, no relationships, nothing. He was content, even though there was a lingering feeling that a part of him was missing.
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Side Effects: Morpheus x reader
Request based on prompts list:
Hob: I brought you your coffee (128)
Morpheus: why does she need one, it's the middle of the day?
Reader: Oh I haven't slept in 4 days (132)
Morpheus: Run (130)
Midterms are a pain the ass, forgive my language. When the times comes, twice a year, for 2 weeks I become a hermit working 24/7, limiting contact with friends and family and acting like a living zombie. Thankfully, there are just a couple of people who are not afraid to see me in this form, with messy hair, sleepy eyes, barely controlling myself and snapping at every negative or sarcastic comments. If I were to be absolutely honest, I would say that Iâm not the person you can easily get to, but Hob and Morpheus were an exception to a rule. And Matthew, of course. Hob were constantly checking on my mental an psychical help, his smile and attitude making surviving a bit easier even if I never explicitly showed that, he just knew. As for Morpheus his lack of knowledge about humans and life in general made it complicated. He couldnât understand why I spend my time poring over books instead of joining him in his Realm and it took joint effort of me, Hob AND Matthew to stuff his head with the importance of education in modern world.
âYou know, Dream, in XXI century girls are allowed to study and gain knowledge on the same terms as menâŚ.â
âButâŚ..â
âAnd that is exactly what Iâm going to doâ
âButâŚ..â
âNo buts.â I shook my head in disapproval âIâm not asking for your permission or anything like that.â
âI donât mind your studies.â He muttered
âDonât you?â Hob smirk âLast time you mentioned something about missing her and âŚ..â
âStop it!â Dreamâs voice turned stone cold, his glistening with anger and embarrassment gaze focused on the man.
âJust saying the truthâ Hob raised his hands in surrender âItâs not my fault you donât like it.â
âGuys, quit it, please. As much as I enjoy the show you put on I donât need it now, ok? Can I get any support in my approach to schooling? Matthew?â
âYes?â
âWere you even listening to what I was saying?â
âBarely, sorryâ he looked down.
âI hate you, you know.â I stood up with anger on my face âfor a beings of many, many years old you should at least try to understand it. Hob, you disappointed me. Given your experience with changing times I expected more of you. And as for you Dream âŚ.. â I shook my head âItâs just sad, you know. Iâm gonna go.â Grabbing my backpack I didnât even listen to their voices calling after me as I left and walked straight home. Back to my books.
 âLook what you both have done.â Matthew cawed
âWhat did WE do?â Hobâs eyes widened âyou werenât even listening to herâ
âMaybe, if I were I would absolutely support her.â
âI never said I donât stand on her side. This one didâ Gadling pointed towards Dream being absolutely sure that the Dream Lord would never hurt him, even after such offensive assumption.
âQuiet!â King of Dreams got impatient and his companions immediately went silent âwhy is this so important to her? This ⌠education?â
âReally, boss? Are you serious?â
â Iâm not known for joking around, am I? Now, speakâ
âShe is smart, ok? Like really smart. And todayâs world is not exactly welcoming towards the smart women. They are constantly undermined, limited in their attempts for more, believed to be weaker than men and way to often judged only by their looks. Nothing strange in her wanting more. Education is important and helps you in life.â
âFrom every being in the universe you should know the effect of ignorance of existence, first-hand Dreamâ Hob mocked him once again and this time Dream Lord did not let it pass.
âThat is enough, Hob Gadling. One more word and I will send a nightmare after youâ
âNo you wonât â Matthew and Hob said in unison, knowing better.
***
Did I mention I only let a few people (and a talking Raven in)? Yes, I was angry with them all. Yes, I felt like they treated me unfair. But on the other hand I was also aware that because of being tired my reactions were a bit ⌠exaggerated. So, the next day I decided to take a quick trip to the New Inn and grab myself something to drink, tea perhaps since too much caffeine was bad for my nervous system. It seemed, however that someone knew me better and therefore my walk was postponed.
âI brought you your  coffeeâ Hob was nonchalantly leaning on the doorframe, widest smile on his face reaching towards his eyes, handling me the biggest cup Iâve ever seen.â
âAppreciate itâ I took it looking down and biting my lip âlook, Hob Iâm sorry forâŚ.â
âHey, itâs ok. I get you are under stress, so no worries. Besides, I like this edgy and feisty side of yours.â
âDo you?â I raised an eyebrow âWell, that makes me happy. I enjoy our bantering and sarcastic relationship. You wanna come inside?â
âI thought you were studying?â
â I was heading for a break, so might as well ask you.â
âWell, who am I to refuse a girl?â he grinned happily and moved to walk past me. Unfortunately, he did it a bit clumsily, hitting me and causing a bit of burning hot coffee to spill on me.
âOuch, Hob!â I yelled and rushed towards the bathroom to clean the T-shirt and avoid stains and burning sides on the skin.
âIâm sorry!â he followed me quickly but bounced off the door I shut in front of his face âI did not mean to.â
âI know, but it hurts now!â
âPlease let me in so I can help you!â he banged on the entry.
âIn your dreams!â I spit desperately trying to clean the stain
âWhat happened here?â third voice came on the stage.
âDarn! What are you doing here, Morpheus?!â I opened the bathroom forgetting I was only in my bra âwhat?!â I yelled noting their gaze on me âOhâŚ. Right, just a secondâ covering my chest and stomach I moved towards the bedroom, grabbing first clean shirt and putting it on before coming back on sight. âWhat are you doing here?â
âYou called my name.â
âI calledâŚ. Oh, shit! Me mentioning dreams had nothing to do with you.â
âI see.â
âAre you going to go back to Dreaming?â
âNo.â
âWhy?â I whined âI need to study.â
âJust a minute ago you said you were in need of a breakâ Hob pointed out
âWell thanks a lot Hob!â
âWhat? Iâm just saying the truth
âYeah, you have an annoying habit of doing that!â
âWhat. Happened here? Why are you hurt?â Dream interrupted us before we rushed into each other throats.
âI only brought her coffee.â
âWhy does she need one? Itâs the middle of the day.â
âYou know Dream, for a lord of the sleeping realm you are uncharacteristically oblivious, to put it lightlyâ I tapped my forehead âI havenât slept in four days. And you two are making me angry so let me tell you this is a dangerous zone you are entering.â I took a step forward, clenching fists.
âYou what?â
âYou heard me the first time.â
âDream? You got paler than before. I never knew that was even possibleâ Hob examined the other manâs face, surprise and a bit of fear in his tone.
âHob?â
âYes?â
âRun.â
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Study Nights // S.F.K & D.R.W
AgeOfBarbarians
A/N: this one is dedicated to @sparrowofthedawnsworld I have officially begun the fanfic wars(; I love you the mostest!! This is absolutely FILTHY. Like honest to god this is the filthiest thing I've ever written in my entire life. If there is weird typos i apologize cause i didnât proof read this... anyway
enjoy(:
Summary: You get ahold of Danny and Sam to help you study for one of your college courses. Danny is absolutely relentless and won't let you finish until you get every question right. Things change when you get fed up and leave his apartment just to come home to yours and relax.
Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI! Smut, smut & more smut, Use of Toys, Masturbation, Oral (m&f receiving) Edging, Choking, Over Stimulation, Unprotected Sex, Hair Pulling, Degradation, Squirting, Slapping, Spitting
Word Count: 7.5k
M A S T E R L I S T
âY/N, you need to study this is the whole reason you came over.â Danny shook his head. You looked up from your phone and shook yours.
âNo, I think Iâm okay.â You smiled as you showed Sam another TikTok.
âOne more TikTok! Weâre on a roll right now,â Sam pleaded. You both looked up at him trying to give him your best puppy dog eyes but you knew it wasnât working. Danny sighed as he came over and grabbed your phone from your hand.
âHey!â You tried reaching for it to get it back but you knew it was a lost cause.
You had texted Danny earlier in the day for him to help you study for one of the history classes you were taking. You had a final this week and some of the material you just couldnât get down. Danny didnât know shit about anything you were taking but he was still there to help you anyway.
âStudy. Now. Letâs go.â Danny demanded. You sighed as you grabbed your various notebooks and papers. You set everything out along the table and crossed your arms as you waited for him to sit down.
Once he did, he shifted through some of the notebooks to find something to start with. He began reading questions and you answered them lazily since this little second was stuff you already knew. He praised you every time you get a question right with a simple âgood jobâ or âatta girl��. That part was slightly encouraging but you wanted nothing more than for this to be done and over with.
When you had texted Danny you never wanted to study. I mean, you did, and you didnât. Most of it was just a sorry excuse to get out of the house and the other reason was just wanting to hang out with Danny and Sam. You didnât need an excuse to do that, but they knew you had been putting off studying for your finals so it was one of the only things that wouldâve worked.
Suddenly, hours had gone by and you were sick and tired of this. Everything you were going over seemed to just be on repeat and you just wanted to be able to hang out with the guys. You sighed as Danny asked you yet another question. The ones he had been asking you didnât know the answers to since it was newer material. There was a slim chance it was going to be on the final but it was better to know it than not.
âY/N, weâve gone over this like seven times now.â Danny sighed as he threw your notebook on the table.
âIâm sorry! Iâm trying, okay? All of this shit is the same to me.â You ran your hands over your face as you sighed with frustration.
âCan we just take a break?â Sam suggested but Danny shook his head.
You, Sam, and Danny, weâre studying for one of the classes that you had together. Well, more so you and Danny. Sam was there because he was bored and wanted some company. It was odd to you that they were even taking this class because it wasnât even really a part of their prerequisites.
College wasnât fun but you needed to do something with your life. They were both majoring in Music but you had one class together and you just seemed to hit it off really well and started spending the majority of your time together.
School had never been your strong suit and you never really wanted to go. You wanted to start working straight out of high school but you knew it wouldnât get you super far. You had decided to go to college to major in History. It was one of your best subjects when you were in high school as well as one of the most fascinating so you figured you keep going with it.
âNo. We arenât stopping until Y/N gets this right.â Danny shook his head and grabbed his notebook again. You groaned as you laid back on the couch, your head falling into Samâs lap. His hands gently made their way through your hair and the subtle action alone was enough to make you lose focus.
âWho was the âFather of Historyâ who dealt with the heroic theme of the great clash between the Greeks and Persians?â Danny asked as he read from the paper. You were silent, desperately trying to rack your brain for an answer but you couldnât think of anything.
âHerodotus?â You asked softly, afraid of your answer being wrong.
âYes! Okay, okay, good! The first of the great mathematicians whose book on the fundamentals of geometry became a standard text for the next 2,000 years wasâŚâ Danny waved his hand signaling for you the finish the question. Again, you were quiet for a minute before locking in your answer.
âDemosthenes?â
âNo! Come on weâve gone over this question so many times!â Danny groaned, throwing the notebook back down once again. You sat before you started putting your notebooks together and gathering all of your papers.
âObviously Iâm not going to get it, Danny! You wonât let me take a break and I donât even see what the fuck geometry has to do with history! It doesnât make any goddamn sense!â You threw the last of your stuff into your bag before throwing it over your shoulder. You grabbed your phone from the kitchen counter where Danny had sat it earlier and you started walking towards the door.Â
"It's not that hard!" Danny shot back. You stopped and turned to face him.
"Maybe if you weren't being such a fucking prick I'd actually be able to get them right." You spat before you opened the door to walk it
âY/M, câmon donât leave,â Sam said softly. He got up from the couch but before he could get to you, you were gone. You could hear Danny calling after you but you ignored it and went down to your car.
When you got in you tossed your bag into the back seat and threw the keys into the ignition and put it in reverse. Right before you pulled out of your parking spot Danny was at the main door of his apartment complex. You looked at him for a second before backing out and leaving.
Your drive home was quiet. You were too frustrated to put any music on and wanted to just enjoy your time in peace. You were tired of studying for hours on end, especially when you just couldnât get the answers to some of these questions to stick in your head. You started to calm down during your quiet drive when, unfortunately, the peace didnât last long when your phone started ringing.
âFuck!â You screamed in the small enclosed space. You quickly declined the call and moments later you pulled into your apartment complex. You left your bag in the back seat, not even bothering to grab anything from it. You turned off your car and pulled the keys out of the ignition before getting out of the car and making your way upstairs to your door.
Your phone rang again and you pulled it out of your pocket to see it was Sam calling you. You declined his call and went inside. You went straight to the bathroom and started to run water for a bath. You dragged your fingertips through the running water as you waited to find your perfect temperature. Once you had everything set, you let it fill up. You looked into the mirror as you leaned against the counter. You could see the bags under your eyes from the lack of sleep from staying up studying. That was the main downfall of finals week.
You stripped yourself from your clothes and wrapped a towel around your body. You went into the kitchen and grabbed a couple of random candles you had sitting out there and a lighter from one of your drawers. You took the candles and sat them around various points in the bathroom before lighting them and turning the lights off. You dropped your towel and stepped into the bath water. You sunk as far as you could, letting the warm sensation wash over your body.
You lied in there for about a half hour as you listened to the flicker of the candles and the occasional pop. You pulled the plug on the drain and stepped out onto the bath mat and picked up your towel, wrapping it around your frame as much as you could. This particular towel was the last one you had since you desperately needed to do laundry. It just barely covered your ass and you couldnât even get it to close completely over your body. But it didnât matter as you were just going to change and go to bed anyway.
You blew each of the candles out and walked into the bedroom. You dropped the towel onto the ground and decided to slip out on the clothes for tonight. You crawled onto your bed and sighed as you laid down. You had mainly taken the bath in the first place to train and calm yourself down but it didnât work. There was only one other thing you knew would work and that was your best friend in your nightstand drawer.
You bit your lip as you debated if you wanted to go that route. You reached into the drawer and grabbed the black vibrator and clicked one of the buttons causing the vibrations to start. You ran it over your chest, over your swollen nipples, down your stomach and you hovered right over your clit, before making your way back up and repeating the process a couple of times. Goosebumps rose over your skin and you let out a soft sigh. You could feel yourself beginning to relax and you knew all it was, was sexual frustration.
It honestly had been a while since you had gotten laid, but you didnât want causal one-night stands anymore. Most of the time they were boring and they couldnât give you what you wanted. They only focused on themselves and you had never even came. It wasnât worth it.
After you repeated the process of dragging the low vibrations over your body you rested the toy along your clit and you let out a quiet moan from the contact. You shifted your hips and bit your lips as you felt waves of heat course through your body. Your free hand toyed with your swollen nipples and you let out another soft moan. You turned the vibrations up a few notches and this time you let out a louder moan. Still quiet, but loud for you being home alone.
You could feel the knot in your stomach growing and you knew it would only take a minute or two before you reached your peak. You moved the vibrator through your folds and your legs began to shake. You were on the brink of tipping over when your bedroom door flew open.
âY/N youâre beingâ oh shit,â Danny stopped himself in the doorway as he stared at you with wide eyes. You quickly turned your head to the side and it finally hit you what was going on. Sam and Danny stood in the doorway, stunned before you yelled at both of them.
âWhat the fuck!?â Danny shut the door behind him. You quickly tuned the toy off and threw it off to the side. You jumped off the bed and wrapped the towel you had used earlier around yourself before rushing out of your room. You caught Sam and Danny right as they were getting ready to leave but you pulled both of them back inside.
âWhat the fuck are you doing in my apartment!? You canât just show up unannounced like itâs no big deal!â You yelled. Neither of them could make eye contact with you so you snapped in front of their faces to get their attention.
âHello!? I'm talking to you, both of you!â You rested your hand on your hip and waited for a response from one of them.
âWell we wanted to make sure you were okay,â Sammy started.
âBut clearly things were just fine,â Danny smirked and you felt your face get hot.
âThat still doesnât explain anything.â You shook your head trying not to focus on them walking in on you.
âYou werenât answering your phone and you always text us when you get home. You were being a brat and you just stormed out.â Danny ran his hands through his hair and shifted between both of his feet.
âI was busy! And I was not being a brat, you two just wouldnât give me a fucking break. I can never finish anything around you two!â Your face was becoming hot with anger as you spewed the truth at them.
âBut did you finish just then?â Sam asked with a devilish smirk. His question completely threw you off guard as you shook your head.
âW-what?â You stuttered and Danny turned to face Sam.
âYou heard him. Did you finish before we came in?â He asked. They both stared at you and their gazes made you feel so small. You didnât want to verbally answer their question so you just shook your head so softly it was barely even noticeable. Your face was hot again, this time from embarrassment. Danny and Sam looked at each other before Sam whispered into Dannyâs ear. They had their own quick, quiet conversation before turning back to you.
âWhy donât we actually finish something since you stormed out earlier, hm?â Danny suggested. You looked at both of them in disbelief but the idea was oddly arousing. You could feel the wetness beginning to pool between your legs as you clenched your thighs together.
âLet us make it up to you,â Sam crossed his arms over his chest and they both observed every inch of your body. You bit your lip before turning around and walking down the hallway. You dropped the towel to expose your body and you stopped to turn and look at the two boys.
âIf youâre gonna make it up to me, donât disappoint me.â You continued to walk towards your bedroom but you were halted as you were spun around and pushed against the wall. Samâs hand wrapped itself around your throat and your jaw went slack, a quiet moan coming out.
âOh doll, you have no idea what youâre in for.â Danny cooed as he ran the back of his hand down the side of your face. His lips connected with your collarbone and you let out a soft sigh. Sam stared at your lips before meeting your eyes. You nodded your head as if you knew what he was asking without even saying.
Samâs lips connected with yours as his grip slightly tightened around your throat. He nipped at your bottom lip and you felt his tongue slip past once he has the opportunity. Your tongue with his and you could help but tangle your hands in his hair. It didnât last for long as your hands were pulled away and planted about your head.
âNo touching unless we say, got it?â Danny commanded. You nodded your head but it wasnât enough. Sam pulled away from you as he let his hand fall to the side, releasing the grip he had around your throat. Danny stepped in front of you and you avoided his intimidating gaze.
âThatâs not enough, darling. We need words.â Sam tapped your cheek and you looked between the both of them.
âYes, sir.â You let out a breath you didnât realize you were holding. You were led towards your bedroom and the door was closed behind you as soon as you walked in.
âWeâre going to use a system, okay? Green is everything is good, yellow means we need to take a step back, black means we stop entirely, got it?â Sam looked at the both of you and you nodded. This was one of the only times your silence was acceptable.
âWhereâs that little toy of yours, hm?â Sam asked as he walked you back towards the bed. When your thighs hit it, you were signaled to get onto it. Danny was sitting on the bed and he patted his lap for you to come to sit with him.
âItâs almost dead.â You pointed towards your pillows where it had landed when you tossed it earlier.
âI guess weâll just have to use it until it dies, hm?â Danny suggested. Your eyes went wide and from that moment you knew you were in for a ride.
âYouâre wearing too many clothes,â You looked between the both of them as you crossed your arms over your chest, trying your hardest not to think about what was to come. Sam slipped his shirt over his head and Danny did the same. You focus your eyes on both of them but directed your attention towards Sam as he popped the button of his jeans and you could already see how hard he was through the thick material.
âCome sit, baby. Weâll take care of it.â Danny patted his lap again and you crawled towards him. You sat between his legs as your back rested against his chest. His hand connected with your throat and you let out a deep sigh, more of your arousal pooling at your entrance at the contact. Danny tilted your head back and connected your lips with his, his grip on your throat still firm. Danny passed the vibrator off to Sam as he crawled onto the bed. You hadnât even realized the subtle switch between the two of them.
It was crazy how much different it was kissing the two of them. Dannyâs kisses were much more lust-filled and passionate while Samâs were hungry and dominant. Danny seemed to be reading your mind as you pulled away from him and he gripped your jaw before turning your attention to Sam.
âJust because Iâm gentle with you now doesnât mean I will be later,â He whispered in your ear. You let out a soft moan from his words and closed your eyes. You could feel a set of hands trail up and down your thighs, only building the anticipation.
âPlease do something,â you begged. It only took seconds before you heard the vibrator whirl and it was dragged along your entrance. You could feel yourself throbbing and you just needed more contact. You opened your eyes and looked at Sam below you running the toy through your soaked folds. He paused on your clit and you jerked your hips, causing Danny to hold you in place.
You gripped the duvet since you didnât really know what else to do with your hands. Sam stared up at you with lust-filled eyes as he watched you get closer to your impending orgasm. Dannyâs lips connected with your neck and you couldnât help but close your eyes again and tilt your head to the side allowing him more access. Danny brought his thumb over your lip but you licked at him before wrapping him around your tongue. You could hear the sigh he let out and you hummed.
You could feel your legs begin to shake as you let out a whimper. You tried to move but Danny was still holding you in place. You looked down at Sam who had a smirk plastered on his face as he slowly moved the head of the vibrator against your clit. The band in your stomach was bound to snap but before it had the chance, the vibrator was pulled away from you.
âNo, Sam, please, I-I was so close,â you whined but he just shook his head.
âYouâre not getting off that easy, angel.â Danny tisked. You whined and Danny moved from under you. You lied back against the bed as you watch their every move. Danny unbuttoned his jeans and slid them down his legs. The outline of his hard cock made you whine. Danny smirked before he hooked his thumbs on his boxers and pulled them down, letting his cock spring free. You about drooled at the sight of him.
âDoes the pretty girl want a taste?â Danny pumped himself slowly a few times as you watched his every move. You nodded your head and he stepped in front of you.Â
"Open," Danny commanded. You opened your mouth and he bent down to spit in your mouth before he closed it, waiting for you to swallow.
"Such a filthy girl. Like it when I spit in your mouth, hm?" You nodded as a blush rose across your cheeks. Danny tapped your cheek with two of his fingers and you opened your mouth again. He pressed his tip against you as you wrapped your lips around him. Your tongue swirled around his tip and he sighed. His fingers wrapped in your hair and you went further down his shaft. You bobbed your head up and down slowly as Danny praised you.
âSo fucking good, taking my cock so well,â He ran one of his thumbs over the side of your mouth where you began to drool and he smeared it along your cheek. Sam hooked his arms around your legs before licking a bold stripe up your core. You moaned against Danny which caused him to hiss. You tried your hardest to look at Sam but Danny tapped two of his fingers against your cheek.
âEyes on me, baby,â Danny spook lowly. You turned your attention back towards him and you looked up at him through your lashes. You sunk further down his shaft until you were still when he hit the back of your throat. Danny moved his hips slightly as he held your head in place.
Sam latched his mouth around your clit as he teased your entrance with two of his fingers. You whimpered which cause Danny to buck his hips a little harder, making you gag. Your eyes welled with tears and you took deep, heavy breaths through your nose.
Sam slowly entered two of his fingers and he curled them inside of you, hitting a spot nobody else ever had. You bucked your hips but Samâs free arm came and pinned you in place. Your eyes screwed shut and you had to place one of your hands against Dannyâs abdomen. You could feel the way his breaths were uneven and how warm he was. You could feel the knot in your stomach returning and it was only a matter of time before you unraveled around Samâs fingers.
âBeing so good just for us. You like being our little whore?â Sam asked. You moaned again and Danny pulled himself out of your mouth. You took in a deep breath and gasped.
âFuck, yes. Fucking use me,â Your words were breathy as your back arched.
âYouâre close arenât you, baby? I can feel you clenching around my fingers,â Sam sighed and you nodded your head. His thumb connected with your clot for a few moments before he pulled his fingers out of you.
âSammy no, please,â you whined. He smiled as he moved from the bed.
âPatience baby girl, we have all night,â Danny cooed. Danny went to the end of the bed next to Sam and slipped two of his fingers into his mouth as he looked you dead in the eyes. You watched his every move and you whined at the sight.
Danny slowly slipped his long, calloused fingers into your entrance and your mouth opened but no sound came out. Sam grabbed the vibrator again. Danny started with a brutally slow pace before he sped up his movements. Sam turned the vibrator up a few more notches and he slowly pressed it against your aching bundle of nerves. You let out a loud moan from being so sensitive. You so desperately wanted to look at the boys below you but you just couldnât. Your eyes were screwed shut and your back was arched. You could feel your legs begin to shake.
âDo you wanna cum all over Dannyâs fingers, hm? Do you think you deserve it?â Sam question. You nodded your head furiously.
âPlease, please let me cum,â Your words were breathy and you were seconds away from spilling over the edge.
âHmm, I donât thank thatâs good enough, what do you think Danny? Should we let our pretty girl cum?â Sam turned to him and Danny shook his head.
Our pretty girl.
âNo, I donât think she begged enough.â Danny shook his head and Sam removed the vibrator from your bundle of nerves.
âFuck, please. You guys please let me cum, I need to so bad.â You whined as tears brimmed your eyes. The edging was the worst part but you knew it would be worth it in the end. Right now though? It was torturous.
âYou can do better than that,â Sam shook his head as he place the vibrator on your clit for a split second before removing it. Danny never stopped his pace, he just curved his fingers up further and that alone couldâve made you come undone.
âLet me cum, please, I want to make a mess all over Dannyâs fingers. Iâll be so good, so so good. Please, please please,â You whined hoping it would be enough.
Thankfully, it was as Sam put the vibrator against your clit again. You let out a pornographic moan and quickly covered your mouth with your arm. You bit down at the skin, almost hard enough to make yourself bleed.
âLet us hear those pretty noises, Y/N, donât hold back now,â Danny encourages. Sam moved your arm and you looked at the two boys below you for a split second before tilting your head back.
âFuck, Iâm so close, Iâm gonna-â you were gasping for air as your impending orgasm began to wash over you. Your eyes screwed shut and your jaw went completely slack. Dannyâs fingers sped up as he helped ride out your high.
âFuck,â Sam hissed as he watched you come undone. Finally, a moan slid past your lips as you felt your legs shake. Sam and Danny both held your hips in place. Danny slowed his movements before he slid his fingers out of you. He brought them to his lips and sucked all of your juices off with a moan.
Sam on the other hand never once moved the vibrator from your clit. You tried your hardest to move from him but they both held you in place. You could feel your second orgasm quickly approaching and you began to whine.
âShit, Sammy,â you looked down at him as he watched the way your body rise and fell from your heavy breathing. You could feel the fire in the pit of your stomach building rapidly and you were seconds away from letting go.
âLet go for me baby, give us another,â Sam groaned. All you needed was his word before you let your second orgasm rip through you. You could feel yourself convulsing under the vibrations, but Sam never moved the vibrator. You looked at him and shook your head.
âSam, please, I-I canât,â you whimpered from the overstimulation and tried your hardest to move one more. Danny put more pressure on your hips with his free and Sam switched the vibrator with him. Sam repeated what Danny did earlier before. Sam inserted his pointer and ringer finger, the gap in between stretching you out. You tried your hardest to push Dannyâs hand away but he grabbed it.
âOne more for us, baby, please,â Danny pushed you against you harder and you could feel the vibrations slowly getting weaker. You thanked the gods that it was beginning to die but a part of you didnât want it to end, no matter how sensitive you were.
âFuck me,â you gasped as Sam slammed his fingers into you. Your third orgasm was teetering on the edge. You let out another moan and you turned your head towards the mattress to muffle yourself.
âYeah? Is that what our little whore wants? Need us to fuck that pretty cunt?â Sam teased. You nodded your head vigorously. His filthy words were on the brink of spilling you over.
âDonât cum yet, not yet,â Sam warned. You grabbed your breasts as something to keep your mind off cumming. Your breathing was heavy, beads of sweat lined themselves along your forehead and your legs shook violently.
âSammy, Danny, please,â your whine was a borderline squeal as you tried so hard not to cum until they said so.
âY/N, wait, not yet,â Danny shook his head but you couldnât hold it any longer. A loud moan ripped through your chest as you came around Samâs fingers. This one was more powerful than the last two and your hips felt tight. The vibrator died seconds later but Danny replaced the tog with his mouth and you bucked your hips from the sensitivity. Sam watched your already fucked out face as his jaw was slack. Danny bummed at the taste of you and your toes curled. Your legs continued to shake but the two boys continued their attack. They finally slowed their movements and Danny pulled away from your core, your juices glistening over his chin. Sam pulled his fingers from you and you whined at the loss of contact.
âYou needy girl. You were just begging for us to stop and now your whining?" Sam raised a brow at you but you couldn't say anything. You lied there trying to catch your breath and compose yourself since you knew the night wasn't over.Â
"On your knees, doll," Sam pointed directly in front of him and you obliged. You sunk to your knees below him and sat your hands on your tights.Â
"Danny, hold her hair back, yeah?" Sam asked and Danny nodded his head. Danny sat directly behind you and pulled your hair away from your face. Sam unzipped his zipper antagonizingly slow and slid his jeans down his slender legs. You reached for his boxers as soon as he kicked his jeans to the side. You palmed him through his dark blue boxers. There was a darker spot that was almost black from where the precum leaked from his tip and the sigh made you drip all over again.
"Look at her, practically drooling," Danny shook his head before his lips connected with your neck. Your eyes fluttered closed for a moment as you continued to palm Sam through his boxers.
"Open for me, pretty girl," Sam dragged his hand along the side of your face and you looked up at him through your lashes. You so desperately wanted to take him in your mouth but you also wanted to see what he would do if you disobeyed.
"Do I need to repeat myself or are you going to start acting like a brat?" Sam raised a brow and you shrugged. Danny pulled your hair and your mouth opened slightly.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you, princess." He whispered in your ear before dragging his hand down your body. You continued to stare at Sam and he shook his head.
"Fine, we'll play that game," Sam laughed before his hand connected with your cheek ever so slightly. It was hard enough to leave a sting but not enough to cause you any physical pain. You watched his demeanor change for a moment as he searched your eyes for any sort of discomfort. When you looked at him with a wicked grin he about came undone right then and there.
"So fucking filthy. One more time, I said open," Sam grabbed your jaw and you did as you were told. You grabbed the base of him with one hand while you rested the other against his thigh. You swirled your tongue around his tip, tasting the beads of precum that leaked from him. You continued to look at him through your lashes as you sunk lower onto him. His mouth was open slightly and he ran his fingers through his hair.
Danny moved from next to you and lied on the floor behind you. He grabbed your hips and sat you on top of his face, his nose brushing against your sensitive clit making you jump slightly. He held your hips in place while his tongue attacked your entrance. You groaned as you tried your hardest to focus on Sam. You bobbed your head up and down against his shaft and he let out soft sighs. You took him all the way down the back of your throat and held him there until you gagged and you came up for air. You gasped as you tried to catch your breath, but soon continued your assault on him. Sam grabbed your hair and turned it into a makeshift ponytail. He held you in place while he bucked his hips into your mouth. You gagged around him as tears slid down your face.Â
"You look so gorgeous while I fuck your face," Sam groaned and you moaned against him. You ground your hips against Danny's face and his nose repeatedly brushed against the sensitive bundle of nerves. Danny groaned which sent vibrations through your core. Lewd sounds of you gagging, Sam's moans and Danny's attack on your dripped core filled the room. The whole thing was pornographic but fuck, it was one of the best things you had ever done.
Sam pulled out of your mouth and you took in a deep breath. He took his cock in his hand as he watched your ride Danny's face. You watched him below you and your eyes met with his. His tongue was working absolute magic against you and you could feel the knot forming in the pit of your stomach. Sam walked away as he adjusted himself on the bed.
"Want to, fuck, want to ride you," You whined as you looked back at Sam. He pumped himself for a minute as you watched him before nodding his head. Danny tapped your leg to let you know it was okay to get up so. You stood up with shakey legs and crawled up to Sam. You wrapped your lips around him once more before lining your entrance up with his. Sam held the base of his shaft before slowly setting you down on him. Your mouth fell open as you felt the burn of him stretching you out.
"Fuck," You whined and he rubbed your thighs for a minute as you adjusted to his size.
"Okay?" He asked softly and you nodded your head.
"Fuck me, Kiszka," You slowly ground your hips against him before he sent a sharp thrust up into you. A loud moan flew past your lips that you were sure your neighbors would've heard. Sam held onto your hips as he brought you down to meet his thrusts. Your breasts bounced with each thrust he sent up into you. Another loud moan slipped past your lips and Danny came up behind you to place his hand over your mouth to silence you. Sam's free hand came up and wrapped itself around your throat and he squeezed the sides, restricting your airflow. You looked down and he smiled at your fucked-out state.
"Shh, pretty girl, can't let the neighbors hear." Danny nipped on your ear lobe as his hand traveled down your body. You brought your hand behind you and lazily searched for his cock. Once you found him you pumped him in your hand. Danny grabbed your jaw and connected his lips with yours to silence your moans. You whined and whimpered as Sam continued to fuck up into you. Danny's hand snaked down to rub your clit and you bucked your hips from still being so sensitive.
"Shit, Y/N," Sam moaned. You could feel yourself tightening around him and you knew your orgasm was fast approaching.
"If you don't stop squeezing around me I'm going to cum in that pretty little cunt of yours." Sam groaned and you moaned at his words. You pulled away from Danny and placed your free hand against Sam's chest and bounced on his cock. His eyes were heavy as he watched you bounce on him so effortlessly. He let go of your throat and you took a breath.
"What's stopping you?" You asked breathlessly. You purposely squeezed yourself around him and Sam hissed.
"Filthy fucking slut. Is that what you want? Want me to fill up that gorgeous pussy?" Sam bucked his hips up into you again and he hit an entirely different angle causing you to let out a groan that sounded almost animalistic.
"Fill me up, Sammy, please," You whined and he laughed at how filthy you were. He lifted your hips and he pulled out of you and you whined at the absent feeling of him.
"Did you think you were getting what you wanted that easily, baby? After being a brat earlier? I don't think so," Sam moved to the edge of the bed and pumped himself again. You watched as Sam focused on Danny for a second before he nodded his head.
"Hands and knees, angel," Danny placed his hand on your lower back and you followed his request. You could feel his tip sliding through your folds and you pushed back against him to feel some more contact, but he moved away from you.
"Awe, don't start with me too now." Danny hummed with disapproval and you turned your head over your shoulder to look at him. You arched your back and swayed your hips to taunt him. Before you could say anything, Sam grabbed your chin and turned you to face him. His tip was a raging pink and you knew he was getting close to his high.
"Open," Sam commanded. You opened your mouth and you stuck your tongue out in the process. He tapped his cock against your tongue and you couldn't help but smile up at him. He slid into your mouth and you wrapped your swollen lips around him. He moved his hips slightly and you moaned against him. You could feel Danny lining himself up at your entrance before he slid into. You gasped and gripped Sam's hip with one of your hands, trying to keep yourself somewhat stable with your other arm. Danny started with a slow, steady rhythm before snapping his hips into you.Â
Your nails dug into Sam's side and he moaned as you clawed at his skin. He grabbed some hair at the nape of your neck and fucked himself into your mouth. You moaned loudly from Danny fucking into you at his brutal pace. He sent a sharp smack to your ass and you wince from the pain that was soon mixed with pleasure.
"Look at you, all fucked out, taking both of us so well. Is this why you had such an attitude? You just needed somebody to fuck it out of you?" Danny groaned and you swore your eyes rolled to the back of your head.
"What do you think Danny, think she needs the vibrator again?" Sam asked breathlessly.Â
"I think so. I wanna see her make a mess all over my cock." Danny smirked as he moaned at you squeezing around him.
"Thought it was dead, didn't you? We plugged it in when you werenât paying attention." Sam laughed dryly and you whined and took in a deep breath through your nose. You suddenly felt the vibrations of your vibrator against your clit and your legs almost gave out from under you if it weren't for Danny supporting your waist with his free arm.
Danny snapped his hips into you even harder if that was even possible and kept a firm grip against you. His fingers dug into your side and you knew he was bound to leave bruises. You whined uncontrollably as you could feel your orgasm quickly approaching. You could tell Sam was close too from the way his thrusts became sloppy. The room was filled with heavy breathing, skin against skin, and the filthiest of moans and whimpers.Â
"Fuck, Y/N I'm gonna cum," Sam whined. You wanted to tell him you were too but there was nowhere you were getting away from his hold.Â
"Look at me," Sam smacked your cheek again and you looked up at him with hooded eyes. You were trying your hardest to keep your eyes on him but they kept dropping. You felt another smack on your cheek and you looked at Sam once again. You could feel the knot in your stomach beginning to unravel, but it was stronger than any feeling you had felt before.
"Cum for me you fucking whore," Danny grunted and that was all you nodded before you tipped over the edge. You groaned loudly at how overwhelming the feeling was and soon realized you were dripping all over Danny's cock as well as your legs.Â
"Fuck, Y/N," Sam moaned loudly as he stilled inside of you, his tip reaching the back of your throat as you felt the warm, salty liquid flow down the back of your throat. You swallowed every last little bit of him and his grip on your hair loosened and you pulled back against him before swirling your tongue around his sensitive tip. Sam hissed as he pulled away from you. Your head fell against the mattress and your back arched up further. Your legs shook as you felt your clit throb against the vibrator.
Danny pulled out of you before replacing his fingers and curving them. Your eyes screwed shut and you grabbed the comforter. You could feel yourself being stretched out more than before and you groaned as you sucked in a sharp breath through your teeth.Â
"Cum for us one more time, angle, just like last time. You're doing so fucking good," Sam praised. You nodded your head as much as you could from your fucked out state. You could feel yourself beginning to slip but you just didn't have the energy to hold yourself up anymore. Sam and Danny hit that spot inside of you repeatedly and with the vibrations, you came undone around both of them. You felt two tongues come in contact with your core and you moaned so loud it could've put a pornstar to shame. You felt more of the wetness drip down your legs and you could feel yourself ready to collapse at any second.
"Open for me baby, one more time," Danny requested. You opened your eyes and opened your mouth for him. He quickly fucked your face, hitting the back of your throat multiple times before stilling and cumming down the back of your throat. Sam continued to lap at your sensitive core as he rubbed fast circles against your clit. Danny pulled himself out of your mouth and you whimpered as tears slid down your face from the overstimulation.
"Sammy, I can't," You tried to move from his touch but he held you in place.
"One more, one more good one for us, sweet girl, and I promise that's it," He sighed. You moaned into the mattress, but even that couldn't suppress your pornographic sounds. Your orgasm hit you like a truck as you came one last time around Sam's finger. Even with your blacked-out vision, you started seeing stars. You became light-headed and you felt your body collapse against the bed.
"Holy fuck," Danny whispered as he let out a breath. You felt the loss of contact as Sam slowly slid his fingers out of you. You shuddered and you took in a deep breath trying your hardest to regain your composure. You heard your bedroom door open and footsteps leave the room. A moment passed and you heard the door close again. You felt a warm rag against your core and you shifted your hip as you whimpered.Â
The bed dipped next to you and you felt the blankets being moved. A set of arms wrapped themselves around your waist and adjusted you on the bed. You could barely open your eyes.
"How are you feeling, pretty girl?" Sam asked softly. You hummed and adjusted your head against his chest. The other side of the bed dipped next to you and Danny started rubbing slow, mindless patterns against your back.
"I don't know what planet I'm on right now." You mumbled as your eyes closed. Sam and Danny both laughed. A hand started rubbing the back of your head and you let out a sigh of comfort.
"I think we should make our little study nights a thing more often." You could hear the smile in Danny's voice as you smiled against Sam's chest.
"We would fail every single one of our classes," Your voice was hoarse and you felt Sam's chest vibrate with a small laugh. It was silent for a while as the three of you laid there in silence. You could feel the ache in your core and you knew tomorrow your legs and hips would be beyond sore.Â
Sam's breathing was shallow and you knew he was already fast asleep. You could feel your breathing get shallower as well, but before you fully fell asleep you heard Danny speak up from next to you.
"Y/N?" He said softly as he kissed the top of your head and you hummed. His arm wrapped around your waist and you could feel him press against your back.
"The answer was Euclid."
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Pieces (16): Altercation... or not
Chapter 16: Altercation⌠or not
Chapter Summary: Y/N takes Chloe to see her father and handles a patient she doesnât want to have anything to do with. Meanwhile, Jay comes into Med to follow up on a case.
Word Count: 2,516
Warnings: canon-typical mentions of injuries
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Youâd tried for another week to convince Chloe to spend some time with her father. It fell on deaf ears when you assured her that Vivian wasnât going to be there. You tried telling her that you would go and she looked up at you almost like she was considering and then she shook her head.
âNot even if Iâm there with you?â
Chloe shook her head without looking up. âDaddy makes you sad.â
You paused. You donât know what you did right to ever deserve a daughter like Chloe. Sometimes it was hard to believe she was five. âNot anymore.â
Chloe looked up.
âI havenât been sad recently, right?â You asked her, and she nodded so you continued. âWhy donât we try a lunch this weekend?â
Chloe looked like she was considering before she nodded. âCan Jay come?â
You smiled. âWhy donât you ask him?â
Of course, Jay came.
Jay slid into the seat next to Chloe, feeling considerably better now that his arm was finally out of the cast.
Caleb wasnât happy about Jayâs presence but youâd told him he either accepted it or lunch was off. Those were Chloeâs terms.
Thatâs how Caleb found himself pausing at the entrance of the diner, watching from a distance as Jay gave Chloe his undivided attention, and Chloe smiled up at him before you leaned over to make Chloe take a sip from her drink. It was something about this image in front of him that hit him and he readjusted the expression on his face before he approached the table.
Chloe looked up, pausing before she looked back down at the paper sheâd been drawing on.
Saying lunch was awkward was an understatement. Jay was kept occupied by Chloe, which was another way of saying that Chloe barely interacted with her father. The five-year-old aside, even Caleb seemed to have forgotten how to interact with his own daughter and you had absolutely nothing you wanted to say to Caleb except âwhat do you expect?â so you kept your mouth shut, reminding yourself of the promise you had made yourself when your marriage had fallen apart - to stay out of their father-daughter relationship.
At the end of lunch, Chloe was itching to get out of there, so Jay gave you a look but let Chloe drag him a little further down the street.
You glanced at Caleb. âYou know this happened because your little girlfriend locked her outside right? Youâre gonna have to win her trust back.â
Caleb glanced over towards Chloe and Jay, before he nodded. âLook, Iâm sorry.â
You raised an eyebrow.
âFor everything, Y/N. I⌠I saw the three of you today and I just⌠I get it. Jay seems like a good guy.â Caleb said.
That, you didnât expect.
âIâve been doing a lot of thinking and I was just worried about you.â Caleb said and you didnât hide an eye-roll.
You held up a hand. âCaleb, I donât need you to worry about me. You put me here, you don't get to worry about me. Donât worry about me, donât explain anything to me, itâs none of my business. The only reason Iâm here today is because Iâm not going to encourage my daughter to be estranged from her own father.â
You studied him. âLook, if you really want a relationship with her, you have to show her that you care. Sheâs five, sheâs not stupid. Weâll try again this weekend, alright? Iâll call if Chloeâs up for it.â
You turned to head towards Jay and Chloe when she came out of nowhere, her hands pushing hard against your shoulders so you stumbled a few steps backwards. âSo it was you.â
âWhat?â You asked, staring Vivian straight in the eye now.
âYou seduced him so heâd break up with me.â The words coming out of Vivianâs mouth were scathing, and you stared at her, feeling the unbridled rage shoot through you once again and straight into your brain. Your body felt hot, the anger shooting to the forefront until you realized Chloe was running towards you now, with Jay close behind.
You swallowed down the anger, physically pursing your lips together to stop the choice words that were floating around in your brain to erupt in front of Chloe. Chloe scooted her way in between you and Vivian, before she pushed, her small hands barely reaching Vivianâs belly. âLeave my mum alone!â Chloe yelled, her voice echoing down the street as she glared up at Vivian.
âYou okay?â Jay asked, a hand on your elbow now, his eyes flicking between you and Chloe.
You nodded, motioning towards Chloe, and Jay nodded before he reached over to pick Chloe into his arms and away from Vivian.
âAnyone can use that word but you.â You responded, your voice low. You turned back towards Caleb. âYour mess. Weâre leaving.â
Jay took your hand with his free one, threading his fingers through yours before leading you and Chloe away, not even sparing a glance behind him.
âTreatment 5.â Maggie said, handing you your iPad.
You nodded, smiling and opening the curtain. âHi, Iâm Dr Y/L/N, how can IâŚâ
Your voice trailed off as you recognized the patient.
Vivianâs face changed as well and you exhaled. âI want another doctor.â
You nodded, your expression unchanging as you opened the curtain again . âMags, is there anyone else who canâŚâ Your eyes followed as Connor and Ethan rushed across the ED, Will was working on an emergency patient, and the waiting room looked like it was about to explode.
âSorry.â Maggie shrugged and you sighed, shaking your head at her to tell her it was fine.
You left the curtain open and April followed you in, closing the curtain behind her. It had been barely a week since youâd last come face to face with her in a less than friendly situation, so in an ideal situation, youâd hand her off to someone else if you could. Instead, you glanced at the iPad. âIt says here you injured your wrist?â
Vivian kept silent, before she turned towards April. âCan I get another doctor?â
April glanced at you and you just nodded. âSorry, weâre really backed up today.â
âLet me order the tests and the scans.â You said, already looking at her swollen wrist. âWhen the results are back, Iâll try to get another doctor in here.â
Vivian gave you a scathing look, which was lost on you because youâd already looked away from her. You gave the instructions to April, who nodded at you and you left the room.
âWhat are the chances of someone else freeing up?â You asked Maggie, leaning over the counter.
Maggie glanced over at the waiting room and then back at you. âWhatâs the problem?â
âAprilâs probably going to come out of there with some complaint or other against me. You just wait.â You said. True enough, April came out of the treatment room a minute later.
âSheâs claiming that she wants another doctor because youâre going to let your personal feelings get in the way. She said you didnât even examine her hand and claims she had an altercation with you outside the hospital because you stole her boyfriend.â
Maggie turned to you.
âAn alterâŚâ You rolled your eyes. âCan you get Ethan to do it? Sheâll complain about Will too, once she finds out who he is.â
âIâm waiting.â Maggie said, and you smiled.
âOh, thatâs the woman that my husband, sorry, ex-husband dumped me and Chloe for.â You explained, sweeping your hands out. âShe crashed Chloeâs lunch with him last week and shoved me, claiming I seduced her boyfriend.â
âSeducedâŚ?â April asked in disbelief.
You shrugged. âSo Chloe ran in and pushed her back. She had an altercation with a five year old.â
âShe didnâtâŚâ
You smiled. âNot a chance. Besides, Jay was there.â
Maggie nodded towards the stretcher that was being pushed in. âIâll handle this. You go help Dr Rhodes.â
âThanks Mags!â You called, snapping on the gloves and heading there just in time to catch the tail-end of what the paramedics were telling Connor.
You followed him into Baghdad, stabilizing the patient as much as possible, before the tech wheeled the x-ray machine in.
âClear.â
You glanced at the image that now flashed on the screen. âIâm putting in a chest tube.â You told Connor, who nodded as he moved to intubate the patient.
âAlright, call the OR, weâre sending her up now.â
You took off your gloves, stepping out of the room. âJay?â
âHey, how is he?â Jay asked. You could see the stress lines on his forehead.
You glanced back at the patient who was heading towards the lifts and shook your head. âHeâs got serious injuries, itâs touch and go, but theyâre sending him up for surgery now. You taking this case?â
Jay nodded. âHigh speed car chase.â
âHeâs a perp?â You asked, although you kept your voice low.
Jay nodded.
âGreat. What a great day.â You muttered.
Jay reached out. âWhatâs wrong?â
You gave him a fake smile. âYou will never guess who was the patient I was seeing before this.â
Jay raised his eyebrows but before you could say more, Ethan came by. âHey, Y/N. Maggie said you needed my help?â
You glanced down at your iPad. âYeah, can you take the patient in 5? Vivian Hall.â
Jayâs head snapped towards you and you rolled your eyes at him. âIt looks like just a broken wrist.â You told Ethan. âBut if I go in there, sheâs probably going to accuse me of trying to kill her. And if she hears the name Halstead, she might flip.â
âI got you.â Ethan assured you. âYou wanna come in anyway?â
You shrugged. âWhy not?â
You looked at Jay and he nodded. âGo, Iâll see you later.â
You reached over to squeeze his hand. âGet a coffee. And some food. Iâm not asking.â
Jay smiled and nodded before you headed off after Ethan.
Youâd drawn up her discharge papers, handing them to April.
April shook her head. âOf all the hospitals?â
You gave her a small smile. âCome on, April, with my luck? Iâm surprised she wasnât in here sooner.â
You watched April disappear behind the curtain before the alarm rang from Treatment 5. âDr Y/L/N!â
You were already halfway there by the time you heard April call you, pushing the curtain aside, your eyes sweeping across the monitor due to the change in her vitals. âSheâs having a seizure. Push 5 of Ativan.â
âMeds are in.â April told you, looking up. âShe was fine, she was about to get up.â
âShe told Dr Choi she fell, didnât she?â You asked.
April nodded.
âGet her up to CT. We need a brain scan.â
The CT scan had shown that Vivian had indeed taken an impact to her head and there were signs that she was bleeding into her brain so sheâd been sent up for emergency surgery.
âLucky for her you were available.â April commented.
You shrugged. âAnd that Iâm a professional?â You asked, a smile playing on your lips.
April laughed. âNever doubted you for a second.â
âHey, I heard about your patient.â Will said, jogging towards you. âSeriously?â
You smiled. âI mean, all I did was let Ethan do the talking and stop her seizure. Not sure if that qualifies her to be my patient since âI let my personal feelings get in the wayâ.â You made a face, drawing quotation marks in the air with your fingers.
Will laughed. âYeah, I heard. Maggie asked me to check in on you.â
âIâm fine.â You told him. âMore than fine, actually.â
Will nodded. âGood, now go kick my brotherâs ass. I put him in the doctorâs lounge. Doesnât look good.â
You frowned and turned towards the lounge.
It had been that kind of week, made worse by being that kind of day.
Jay leaned against the back of the chair he was sitting on. He hadnât been in here much, not really. He usually just breezed in and out of Med, stopping to say hi to his brother. Things had been different for the past year or so since heâd met you again at Med but most of that year had been spent with Jay trying to give you space.
He looked up at the ceiling, the car chase playing in his mind again.
Maybe if they hadnât given chase, if theyâd just let it play out, they wouldnât have found the dead girl in his trunk. Jay glanced down at his phone. He was still waiting for the call from the coronerâs office on the cause of death for the body theyâd found in the perpâs car. It could just as well have been the impact of the crash, and if they hadnât been following so closelyâŚ
The thought was driven out when the door opened and Jay exhaled when he saw you standing there.
âHey.â Jay whispered, smiling but you could tell the smile didnât reach his eyes.
You smiled but didnât say anything, heading towards him and reaching for his hand and putting your arms around him silently.
Jay lay his head against your middle as you stood against him, running your fingers through his hair.
Jay had rarely shown you this side of him when the both of you were alone, let alone anywhere near Chloe. Youâd reminded him that he wasnât the only person in this relationship, that it was only fair that he let you in after he'd practically barged his way into yours.
So now you just stayed with him, not bothered by the fact that you were in the doctorâs lounge and that anyone could walk in at any moment. You didnât move until he did, and it was only because his phone rang.
You watched his features shift as he spoke, from dread, to understanding, to a little flash of annoyance and anger.
âEverything okay?â You asked.
Jay nodded. âThey think the victim was already dead before the crash.â He said quietly.
You just gave him a sad smile. âIâm sorry, Jay. I know these cases are the hardest.â
Jay just nodded. âI gotta check on him. Are you off shift?â
âYeah, Iâm just going to grab my things and go home so Kate can go.â You said.
âAlright, donât wait up.â Jay said, pressing a kiss to your cheek quickly. Jay all but spent eighty percent of his time at your apartment.
Before he could leave, you grabbed his wrist and Jay turned back to look at you. âI need to recharge too.â You said quietly, leaning in to press yourself against him, your arms looping around his waist.
You knew he was smiling as he pressed you even deeper into his embrace. âOkay, you can go now.â You announced, stepping back.
Jay let out a small chuckle, leaning in to press his lips lightly to yours. âThanks, babe.â
You smiled as you watched him leave, glad at least you could be of some comfort to him as well.
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bokuto was excited â more excited than heâd been in weeks!
he was finally getting the time to spend time with his beloved, his puppy, for the first time in forever thanks to the recent onslaught of drama the house had been embroiled in.
he figured he should thank you for bringing it all on because now, as he stood in front of meikoâs room, he had a chance.
âpuppy!â bokuto called out, knocking on her door enthusiastically. after a moment of muttering, shuffling around and a loud curse, the door opened up just a crack to reveal meiko clad in only a thin bedsheet with her thin lips wrapped around a cigarette.
kotarou peered over her head and into her room where he spotted a quick flash of dark brown hair before meiko stepped out and closed the door behind her.
âwho was that?â he questioned innocently, assuming that it was one of the other housemates. meiko narrowed her eyes at him and blew out a puff of smoke.
âwhat do you want bokuto.â her voice was steely and cold, nothing like her usual peppy self. still, bokuto couldnât shake the feeling that someone was in there who shouldnât be.
âyou know,â kotarou began hesitantly, studying her face for reactions. âiwaizumi doesnât like anyone in here who hasnât signed a contract. and also youâre not allowed to smoke.â his nose turned up at the smell, disgust for the cigarette written clear on his face.
meiko rolled her eyes at him before taking another drag and blowing the smoke out straight into his face. bokuto tried to hold his breath for as long as he could but his lung capacity wasnât so great. i need to work on that, he thought as he heaved and choked on the smoke circling down into his chest.
the love of his life adjusted her sheet covering before dropping the cigarette to the ground and stomping it out with the end of the blanket. âi asked you a question bokuto. what the fuck do you want?â
the harshness in her tone made him pause. was what he was here for actually important? or would it just bother her unnecessarily?
no, he resolved. bokuto missed her and he wanted to spend time with his kinda-but-not-really-girlfriend! especially after he waited all this time!
âi, i wanted to spend time with you...â with every word, his hesitance grew until he was muttering, the look in meikoâs eyes sending chills down his spine.
âno,â she said and turned back to enter her room. âwait!â bokutoâs hand shot out to grab her arm, very gently pulling her closer to him. âplease,â he whispered, tears beginning to rim his wide, golden eyes.
meiko stared back up at him with absolute rage in her eyes as she snatched her limb out of his hold. âlisten to me right now bokuto, and listen well,â she sneered, taking a step back towards her bedroom. âi have never liked you. youâre so fucking childish and clingy and annoying! i literally cannot understand how anyone cares to hang around you.â
bokuto felt something inside him shatter at her words, a sharp gasp escaping his parted lips. âbut-â âno buts! you are fucking nothing to me! all you were was a warm body to sleep with but you werenât even good for that,â meikoâs chest heaved as she finished speaking, her dark eyes trained on the tear tracks on bokutoâs cheeks.
gently, he lifted a hand to his face, barely registering the water that covered them, his mind desperately trying to understand what had just occurred. in the back of his head, he briefly noticed the sound of a door closing and muffled giggling but it was covered by the sound of blood rushing in his ears.
how... could she? he loved her and she, she only wanted to fuck him? he poured out his entire heart, his very soul to her and for what? for her to take it and stomp on it until there was nothing left?
bokutoâs chest felt heavy â he wasnât breathing. quickly, he took one breath, and then another and another and another until he was collapsed on the ground, heaving for air as he sobbed.
why him? what had he done to deserve this? maybe it was karma â heâd let a plastic bag float by him into a stream when he was 7 even though he knew littering was wrong. maybe it was because he didnât kiss his mother goodbye the last time he saw her. or maybe the universe was punishing him for everything heâd done to you.
oh, you â the person who meiko had tried so hard to convince him to hate, and he had! his beloved had no reason to lie to him, or at least thatâs what he believed until this moment. she lied to him about loving and caring about him so why wouldnât she lie about everything else?
bokutoâs head was pounding as he tried to rationalize where heâd gone wrong, his usually bright eyes, dull and trained on the ceiling as he attempted to regain his breathing.
it felt like his whole world was collapsing on itself like a fallen star, just waiting to implode and destroy everyone and everything until there was nothing left andâ
âhey, look at me, youâre ok,â a soft voice rang out over the buzzing in his head, his eyes beginning to focus on... your figure.
what were you doing here? he so desperately wanted to ask but the words were caught in his throat, trapped behind a wall of despair and anguish.
âdonât try to talk ok? just focus on my breathing, try and match it. iâm going to touch you now.â your soft, small (so much smaller â were you eating enough?) hand wrapped around his own and brought it up to your chest where he could feel the steady rise and fall of your breathing.
bokutoâs breath was shaky and definitely not as smooth as your own, but you didnât seem to mind, instead holding his hand to your heart until his breathing became level and even.
he mustâve knocked out because by the time he came to, the hall was dark and you were gone, the only memory of you being a box of tissues and a glass of water on the ground next to him.
he reached for the glass first, chugging the whole thing down in only a few seconds. all that crying must have dehydrated him immensely, he realized as he searched for another cup.
standing on shaky legs, bokuto attempted to maneuver to the kitchen, holding onto the walls for stability as he crept through the dark corridors.
he quickly filled up his favorite owl mug (a gift from she-who-will-not-be-named) with water once he made it to the kitchen, extra careful not to make a lot of noise just in case someone was asleep.
bokuto swiftly gulped down his water, placing the cup in the sink where he knew it would not remain because if anything was sure, it was the clean state of the house that meiko kept.
ugh meiko. the whole situation hurt to think about so he didnât, instead choosing to bury it in the deep recesses of his mind, never to be seen again.
as bokuto trudged upstairs back to his bedroom, he noticed the big black trash bag sat at the end of the hall near daichiâs room. he debated on taking it out himself but was ultimately convinced not to.
itâll be gone tomorrow, he reasoned as he slipped into his room and bed before quickly falling asleep.
...
it was not gone the next day. neither was the cup in the sink, or the hair on the floor in the bathroom, or the laundry strewn all over the living room.
the whole house seemed to be in shambles and it remained that way for the entirety of the week. meiko was nowhere to be seen, flitting in and out of the house at random, escaping to only god knows where with god knows who.
bokuto didnât care anymore. she ruined his life so why should he give a half of a shit where she was? what he did care about, on the other hand, was figuring what to do about you.
he wanted to thank you and apologize but he wasnât sure how to do so! he knew he said some horrible things to you and was determined to make it right â not just for you but for himself too.
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summary: steve is acting weird. avoiding you, being snippy and mean, leaving the room when you enter. all you want is your boyfriend back, but all he wants is to pretend you don't exist. when he's almost hurt on a mission, you do what you're made to do.
word count: 11k
reader specifics: no race/gender/sexuality/body type mentioned, no pronouns for reader used, powered!reader, insecure!reader
warnings: steve is mean to the reader in the beginning, heavy angst, hurt/comfort, canon-level violence, brief ptsd symptoms, slight description of blood, brief mention of racism in the '30s & '40s
brief mentions of: reader's parents being toxic, homelessness, past accidents, ableism in the past & present
note: this one hurt me lmfao. idk why this went the way it did but i'm not mad at it // also i am a queer, trans, disabled american. i have fundamental disagreements with things that marvel/the mcu as it stands for and some of the more nuanced things that you might not notice unless you're looking for it. this will take place in my writing because i cannot separate myself from the lens in which i consume/create content.
title credit: lil nas x
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Falling in love with Steve Rogers went against every instinct you had. You knew that he was going to hurt you from the first moment your lips touched his. Sure - heâs clever, righteous, courteous⌠You canât forget heâs also drop-dead gorgeous because every trashy gossip magazine in a three-state radius of New York doesnât let you forget. Neither does the sight of him waking up in your bed every morning. (Well, actually, maybe that would remind you if he was still fucking doing that.)
But lately, youâve had to rely on the fucking tabloids to catch a glimpse of your super-hero boyfriend. The university class you had picked up on a whim at the end of the summer - Life & Times of the â30s and â40s - avoids any mention of Steve Rogers and the Howling Commandos. Not that your classmates do because, Christ on a bike, those magazines manage to catch pictures of you and Steve in moments that you donât even remember. Plus, youâre an Avenger too. Itâs bound to catch some attention when you waltz into a college classroom.
Youâre sure if you were an undergrad trying to fill a gen-ed requirement and were sitting next to someone who could kill you without blinking but also dating Captain Rogers youâd be a little distracted too. You try not to blame your classmates too much, but they do make it hard to concentrate with their -really dating Captain America?- and -wonder if I could get an autograph- whispers. None of that matters because youâre learning, really studying, in between missions and missing Steve and believing that maybe the gossip reporters are right.
Maybe heâs forgotten about you.
You grit your teeth and push the thought away. It does you no good right now, while youâre training with Peter. Heâs working his way up to bona fide missions and, because youâre the only one on the team who has experience with real-life teenagers outside of saving their lives, itâs up to you to get him to the level that he needs to be. Plus, the mission where heâs going to get his gills wet is just you, Tony, Steve, Nat, and Bucky. Youâd much rather be the one to train him because you wonât traumatize him.
Right now, though, youâre just kicking his ass to try and get rid of some of the tension in your body. You feel a little bad about it, but when you started as his mentor you told him point-blank that youâd never go easy on him. That meant if you were having a bad day he either needed to up his game or heâd have a bad day too. It appears heâs taken that to heart as he struggles to dodge the hits youâre throwing his way. He lunges out of the way when you try to land a right hook but practically walks into the leg sweep that sends him crashing to the ground.
âAwe,â Peter groans, letting his guard down. You take the momentary lapse of focus to grab him by the collar of the hoodie heâs wearing and haul him to his feet, jerking one fist back to cold-clock him but he beats you to it. You hear the sound of your nose cracking before you feel it but then the pain rushes you all at once. Youâve had worse but coming from Peter, the move surprises you. You donât yell out but he does when you push him away from you and call the fight off. Peter practically yelps your name, hands up by his head as he watches you bend at the waist, both hands over where your nose is absolutely gushing blood. âI am so sorry, I just reacted-!â
âItâs fine, Pete,â You shake your head and stand straight again, the blood beginning to leak through your fingers, âJust go get me a towel, okay?â Peter practically trips over his feet to get something for your nose and as you track him on his way into the locker rooms, you see Steve, Bucky, and Nat. The latter are looking your way, eyebrows raised like theyâre asking you if youâre okay. Steve hasnât even broken stride in his conversation so you wave them off with a bloody hand. Peterâs back in a flash, pressing a wet towel into your grasp and snapping you out of your self-pity party. âIt was a good hit,â You compliment as you wipe your face off, âI just wasnât expecting it. Probâly wouldn't have landed it if I had.â
He wrings his hands, shifting from foot to foot. âIâm sorry-â
âItâs a good thing, Peter, means youâre getting better.â You deadpan, checking to see if your nose has stopped bleeding yet, âI donât think you actually broke it, but Iâll go down to medical to check later.â You do your best to clean up your hands with the wet towel, but itâs so soaked with your blood that it mostly just smears it around. You grimace and shake your head. âWell, I should go now before our sparring match ends up looking like I murdered you.â
âIâll go with,â He offers, âIâm the one who broke your nose.â You let Peter walk you down to medical even though you were originally going to refuse. Perhaps petty, but it was the way that Steve didnât even look your way as you left that made you let the teenager walk you the two floors to where youâd be able to clean yourself up. He hums in the elevator and you know that he wants to ask you something - itâs the way he holds his mouth when heâs prying for information or keeping a secret that tips you off. Finally, just before the elevator opens, you sigh and turn to him.
âWhat, Peter?â He grins but then it falls when he has to skitter after you down the hall. Maybe thatâs why it falls - the question he asks next nearly sends you to your ass.
âIs everything okay with you and Captain Rogers?â He easily catches up to you when you stop in your tracks, ignoring that youâre still bleeding a little bit down your face and you might be dripping blood everywhere from where itâs run down your arms.
âWhat?â You do your best to look confused like everything is fine, but Peter is perceptive. He may fumble around and be pretty awkward, but those are really just teenager things that heâll hopefully outgrow. You should have known that when someone caught onto how bad things are on your end, it would be Peter. (You wonder if Nat or Bucky has brought it up with Steve, considering heâs spent more time with them in the past week than heâs seen you in the past month.) âWeâre fine.â Your words are stilted as you begin walking to the medical wing much faster than before.
âI just thought Iâd ask, well, because Iâve sort of noticed⌠Something just seems off, you know? Like, you two used to spend a lot of time together, and maybe itâs the recon mission coming up, but I was just thinking that you two really barely look at each other even when youâre in the same -â
âPeter!â You say his name much louder than either of you expected and both of you jump. âPeter,â You say softer, looking at the glass door to the medical wing instead of him, âJust leave it, okay? Itâs nothing you have to worry about, kid.â Peter ducks around to open the door, forcing you to look at him. âHeâs just focused on his stuff and Iâm focused on getting you whipped into shape for this mission. We only have two days.â Once youâre inside and surrounded by the medical crew Tony keeps on staff, he thankfully drops it. You love Peter, you do, but itâs a lot like having a little brother. You can only love them so much before you want to fucking strangle them. Eventually, as the doctor checks to make sure he hasnât broken your nose, you have to order him away to go study or something. âIâll join you later,â You promise him as the doctor prods at your tender flesh, âI have an essay due soon.â
Thatâs another thing thatâs been bugging you that Peter surely picked up on. Nearly everybody knew you were taking a course at the local community college, but nobody knew what it was about. Youâd wanted to keep it a secret until you told Steve, but the day you had registered heâd flown out for a two-week mission without telling you or saying goodbye. After that, you decided it didnât really matter if anyone knew what class you were taking, and keeping it a secret sort of spiraled from there. If they wanted to know they could look it up. Maybe it was petty, but you just wanted the class to be over and done with so you could forget that you really only picked it up so you relate to your boyfriend more.
If you can even call Steve your boyfriend anymore. Youâre not so sure where you stand and, honestly, youâre really close to giving up on the relationship as a whole but you canât do that. Before you were dating, you were friends, and Steve⌠He never gave up on you. Not once. How could you repay him by giving up on your relationship? The one that you thought was The One? Even if it hurts, even if youâre unsure more than sure these days, how could you? Somewhere, though, you know you deserve better. You donât deserve the sinking, dark feeling that lingers in your gut for most of your days now or the way that you second-guess every move you make - even in the field. Itâs dangerous but you canât do anything to fix it.
Youâre too scared. You know that eventually, it will happen, heâll break up with you, but youâd like to put that day off for as long as possible. To relish in the love he once had for you, how pure and powerful it was. Youâre sure that youâll never experience anything like that again.
Hell, you might never fall in love again.
Those thoughts donât do anything to help you, though, so you try not to have them. You get clearance from the doctor and get cleaned up as much as you can without taking a full body shower. The idea to go back to your room and take one crosses your mind but you know that Steveâs probably done training, probably heading back for his own shower, and you donât want to open that can of worms. Instead, you go to the common room and drop into the couch between Peter and Tony. Theyâre talking about something something science something something, but you pull your stack of books and notebooks out from the shelf underneath the coffee table and continue outlining your essay from where you left off. The assignment was focused on how the end of WW1 changed American life and then how life changed leading up to and during WW2 but that had hit a little too close to home for you, so youâre writing about the racial tension and overall racism of the times. Tony and Peter keep talking over your back and then you hear footsteps heading toward the common room.
You barely look up when they enter - Nat and Bucky - because itâs fine. Itâs normal. Theyâre just two of Steveâs best friends, thatâs all, nothing to be jumpy about. You donât even register that emotional pain that hits when you realize that, yeah, youâre not one of his best friends anymore. You doubt youâre even considered a friend in his book.
You groan and lean back into the couch, bringing your study materials with you. Peter glances over, skimming over your page and a half of shorthand, and gags. âJesus, can you write like a normal person?â
âOh, sorry,â You say lazily, not looking up as you continue to scribble in your incomprehensible code, âI do forget that some of us had privacy at home.â You lift your lips just a little bit to let Peter know youâre kidding, looking up at him through your lashes as you slouch next to him. He looks red in the face. âBesides, once you have to start doing mission reports youâll be begging me to learn my shorthand and use my stenography machine.â
âI keep telling you that I can update that olâ thing,â Tony draws your attention. For the first time, you realize that Nat and Bucky are on the loveseat looking at you expectantly. Steve is standing in the corner over their shoulder reading a book from the bookshelf in front of him. His back is tense and he looks like heâs not reading, just listening. You force your eyes back to Tony on your right and shake your head.
âNo, because then youâd know my shorthand and it makes me too happy to see you spend hours trying to decipher it.â His eyes wander to your essay again, trying to find any patterns that he can use to figure out what the hell youâre writing on anything ever. Heâs opening his mouth to make a smart-ass remark that will no doubt lift some of the weight off of your shoulders when another voice speaks up.
âWow,â Steve doesnât even look at you even as he says your name sardonically, âWay to be a team player.â Your mind comes to a screeching halt, trying to figure out what the fuck heâs playing at. Even Bucky and Nat look surprised at the cold way he spoke to you, Tony and Peter both gasping from your side. You canât say anything, throat tight and burning with tears as you stare at your boyfriend with raised eyebrows. What do you say to that? How do you respond? You know it wasnât a joke because heâs not laughing, not smiling, not even looking up from that fucking book in his hands. You canât tell if youâre more hurt or embarrassed, but either way, you donât want to stick around for someone to get the nerve to say something.
Instead of replying, you slam your textbooks shut and bundle everything into your arms. You doubt Steve even notices that youâre making such a hasty retreat but if he does, he doesnât say a fucking thing. You feel like youâre in high school - practically running through an empty hallway with your notebooks and textbooks pressed to your chest, trying not to cry. Itâs ridiculous. Youâre a trained assassin, youâre an Avenger, you are strong and powerful and yet⌠And yet. Youâve given so much of your heart and soul to Steve Rogers that he can knock you down eight pegs without even trying. Without even looking at you. You canât wait to go on this fucking recon mission, where you can put all of your focus on making sure Peter is doing okay and gathering the intel. Where you can stop thinking about how easily Steve Rogers seems to be pushing you to the side.
You spend the next two days writing your essay, ignoring almost everyone, and working on your essay. On the day of the recon mission, youâre running out the door for your eight a.m lecture, printed essay in hand, and reminding Tony that he promised to pick you up on campus after class for the mission.
Youâre lucky that you went, too. You hadnât counted on the professor making everyone stand up and tell the class the subject of their essays - didnât realize that it would be twenty-five percent of the grade on the paper. Youâll never understand college professors and the weird shit they do, but the class is informative and entertaining. He goes around the room, starting on the opposite side of you, so youâll be last. Great.
Several students did their papers on the propaganda of the time, one student was brave and did her essay on the ethical dilemma of the super-soldier serum and eugenics, and most of the other students focused on pop culture and how it changed. When your professor looks at you itâs almost like heâs expecting you to have done nothing but fawn over Steve and Bucky, considering you know them personally. He looks surprised when you clear your throat, stand and say: âI focused on the casual and institutional racism that faced non-white Americans at the time.â You almost preen when he looks impressed and then the shame fills you. Itâs just⌠You want Steve to be proud of you. You want him to congratulate you on going back to school, even if itâs just for one class. You want him to be happy and surprised that he was the inspiration for taking the class.
Though, lately, the class has been more for you than for him. You like learning new things, pushing the boundaries of assignments, making people uncomfortable with the truth of the times youâre studying as told to you by two people who lived it. Itâs nice. Normal.
Everyone needs a little bit of normal.
But, honestly, normal is fucking boring. By the time your class is over and youâre handing in your essay itâs like ants are crawling over your skin. A combination of nerves from the upcoming mission, a head full of fog from whatever is happening with Steve, and a little bit of fear at the thought of taking Peter into the field has you bolting for the door the moment your essay is taken from you. Youâd worn your tac-suit underneath a pair of baggy sweats and a loose hoodie, so you donât even bother slowing down as you head toward the car that Tony has waiting for you. Heâs in the front seat, grinning at you from underneath his aviators and Peter is driving.
You slip into the backseat without thinking or looking at whoâs there, tossing your bag in the back and peeling your hoodie off. âGod, Tone, weâre goinâ to die before we even get to the mission with Petey driving.â You toss your hoodie back to join your bag and finally see whoâs sitting next to you.
Of course, itâs Steve. Heâs looking at you - but not really. Heâs looking through you, like he canât stand that youâre both crammed in the backseat of Tonyâs electric car. His gaze catches you and holds you in place. Everything around you goes cold and fuzzy, making you miss Peterâs indignant complaining that he has his license so he should be able to drive⌠And then Steve scoffs and looks out his window, ignoring you. It stings but you have a job to do. You make some witty retort back to Peter, but it falls flat as you struggle out of your sweats. This is what life is, you think. Relationships arenât meant to be forever - you learned that at a young age.
Until your accident at fifteen, you had watched your parents run out of helium, their relationship expanding and cooling in arguments, in days spent not talking, in trips to your grandparents without the other, in passive-aggressive computer searches for divorce attorneys left open for anyone to see. Then, after you were trapped between those machines - after you spent hour after agonizing hour with electricity pressing between your atoms, being torn apart and rebuilt as a young god - after that day you watched them expand against each other before the neutron core of their relationship collapsed on itself and the resulting supernova sent you to the streets. But then Fury found you. Then Tony, then Nat, then Steve.
Your parents exploded out from each other and the shockwaves ruined your life. At least now, your relationship with Steve is ending silently. Thereâs no explosion, no collapse, no rapid expansion to take over your cosmos. Your relationship with Steve is simply approaching the event horizon, where it will hang in the air until one of you takes the final step and you both become frozen, two collapsing objects on opposite sides of the universe. Maybe thatâs what you already are. You feel so far away from him in the back of Tonyâs car - like heâs eons and light-years away from you - and you feel so cold. Frozen, down to the bone. It makes you stiff in your replies to Tony and Peter, slow on the uptake when the car pulls up to the quinjet, nearing stasis and unable to respond when Nat asks if youâre okay.
Finally, you turn to look at her, nodding. âFine,â You clear your throat, âBeen a rough day.â You do your best to smile at her, but your face feels heavy. Your chest feels cold and tight, making you worry about your performance on the upcoming mission. When Peter shakes his head next to you, discreetly telling Nat not to press, youâre focused on Steve and the electricity humming in the most base part of your body.
He scoffs and rolls his eyes. You turn away and force yourself to smile, throwing a weak and numb arm over Peterâs shoulders. âAre you ready for this, Pete?â You jostle him back and forth, leading him toward the sitting area behind the cockpit. âGonna get your ass kicked?â
âPlease,â He shoves you off, nervously laughing, âNot with the skills youâve taught me.â He mimics throwing webs, making hissing noises under his breath, and you bark out a laugh, shaking your head.
âYouâre payinâ my medical bills when I have to save your ass, Spidey.â You shake your head and strap in next to the wall, Peter taking the seat to your right. Tony, from the aisle across from you, points a thick finger your way.
âYou donât pay medical bills anymore,â He waggles his finger, âSo youâll just have to make him do your homework for a week.â
âMister Stark!â
âHeâll have to earn shorthand to do your essays,â Nat chimes in from between Bucky and Steve, who are both doing their best to not look at you - or anyone really. âYou willing to share that with him?â
You lean back in your seat and jab at Peter with your elbow. âHell no, so I guess Spider-Boy better do his best.â The arachnid in question grumbles, crossing his arms and slouching in his seat.
âNo pressure, right?â He complains, âNot like Iâm already nervous or anything.â
âYouâll do fine, kid,â Bucky pipes up, drawing your eyes back to Steve, âItâs goinâ to be a cakewalk.â
âDonât jinx it, Barnes,â You warn half-heartedly, tucking in on yourself, âWe need this to be easy.â From the look on his face - everyoneâs face, really - you know that they heard you loud and clear when you were really saying I need this to be easy.
After an uneasy laugh from Bucky, a claustrophobic silence settles over you all as the jet begins to take off. Youâre in for an hour ride and plan to spend it going over battle plans with Peter when harsh whispering catches your ear. Itâs Bucky and Steve nearly crushing Nat between them until she gets up and sits across from Peter, rolling her eyes. Still, you try your best to run him through the actions you both had planned - the names, the setups you needed to execute them, everything. If something happens to Peter, youâll never forgive yourself.
And then, cutting through your soft promptings to Peter and his equally soft replies, Buckyâs voice. âLeave it, Steve. Until after this mission.â Even Tony looks up from his tablet, curiosity piqued. Their faces are both red, set hard and angry at each other and your stomach drops. What the hell is going on that Steve âTill The End Of The Line Rogers is fighting with Bucky You And Me, Pal Barnes? You must shift, or lean too far into Steveâs eyesight, because for the first time in what feels like years he is looking directly at you - and seeing you, too. It makes your pulse jump and, almost instinctively, you want to reach out and ground yourself on the rubber of the seat underneath you.
You donât get the chance, though, because Steve speaks. âNo, why should I? This is clearly affecting the team.â Heâs still looking - glaring - at you like youâve done something wrong. âWhatâs the point of waiting? Iâve been waiting to talk about this.â
âBo, I donât think this is the time,â Bucky looks over his shoulder at you, then, and you know whatâs coming. You know that itâs time, that Steve is about to break up with you in front of your teammates. Your friends. Your family. You steel yourself for the anguish youâre about to feel and then jerk your chin out, hardening your resolve.
âBuck, itâs fine. If Steve wants to address something, he can.â
Natasha says your name, a low warning over the hum of the quinjet. âI think he should wait.â
âWell, Iâm not goinâ to wait!â Steve unbuckles himself and stands, âI have tried waiting, and look at where that has gotten me.â He puts his hands on his hips and puffs out a breath. You unbuckle and stand, too, unsure of where this is going. âYou need to,â He holds one hand out, pointing at you while his voice shakes. You notice his hand is shaking, too, but fractionally. If you didnât know Steve as well as you do you may have never noticed it. âYou need to get it together.â
âI need to get it together?â You question, eyebrows nearly hitting the ceiling with how fast they shoot up. Youâre not totally sure youâve heard him right because what do you have to get together? The broken shards of your relationship? The information and research for your final paper? The awful way youâve let yourself be treated for what seems like forever?
âYou heard me,â Steve says, at the same time Bucky leans his head back and groans deep in his chest. âWhat? Someone had to say it.â
âWe should wait for this,â Nat speaks up again, but lifelessly. She knows now that you and Steve are both on the warpath, neither of you are going to stop. (Thatâs also why the two of you work together as a couple so well. Very rarely are you both so worked up about something that you canât back down, so the other is always there to meet you halfway and get you back to earth.)
âNo, no, no,â You say, near hysterically, âNo, he wants to do this now? Before a mission? Instead of the fuckinâ weeks we had to hash whatever crawled up his ass and died out? Be my guest. Heâs already dragged everyone into this by treating me like a pariah.â Youâre not sneering, but your teeth are gritted so tightly together you can hear them scraping and feel a tension headache beginning to bloom in your temples. Bucky looks⌠Almost incredulous at your statement. Like putting the blame on Steve is a dick move or something.
âOh, so Iâm the bad guy here?â Steve is curling his lip, glaring at you. Thereâs something behind his eyes, but heâs buried it so deep that you canât reach it and figure out what it is. âIâm the bad guy, right. Right, right, right.â He scoffs, shakes his head, and then heâs running his fingers through his hair like he really canât believe what youâre saying to him.
âWell, what else am I supposed to think?â You throw your hands out to the side and let them slap back down on your thighs. âYou ignore me, you make me feel like shit, you talk down to me like Iâm some insignificant foot soldier. How else am I supposed to take that, Steve?â
âOh, I donât know, maybe ask me whatâs wrong? Maybe ask me why Iâm acting like this, instead of ignoring all of your problems like a child?â He mirrors your moments, but the sound his hands make when they hit the outside of his suit is more powerful than yours. Fueled by anger, you think. Anger and whatever the hell was in the serum Erskine pumped into Steve.
âAsk you?â You repeat, near-hysterical, âAsk you? Oh yeah, let me get right on that. Hey, Mister Rogers? Mister Captain America? Mister Ignores-His-Partner-For-God-Knows-Why? Hey, just why are you doinâ that?â Youâre surprised that youâve said something so snotty, but you donât back down. (Steve looks surprised, too, and Bucky has stood up next to his friend like heâs about to start berating you as well. At least he looks more cautious about it, like heâs not totally sure that this fight should be happening.)
The more surprising part of your fight is how fast itâs shut down. Tony and Nat stand at the same time and exchange a glance like theyâve surprised each other. âThatâs enough,â Tony starts.
Nat cuts him off. âI donât care if you fight this one out instead of talking, but if you do it before this recon mission you two are going to blow it. Do you understand me?â She looks dangerous, the sharp edge of a knife spiraling through the air. You force yourself to look away from her, from Tony, from Bucky, from Steve. Sheâs right. You know sheâs right - especially on this mission. Peter is there, going to be in real danger even though thereâs not supposed to be one Hydra agent in a four-mile radius. You have to clear your mind and focus on protecting him.
Steve seems to think the same thing because he stands down. When you watch him collapse in on himself, Buckyâs arms around his shoulders, into the little quinjet seats your everything aches. Heart, lungs, eyes - everything. Even though you donât know whatâs going on, what could have possibly happened to make your relationship sink this quickly and out of the blue, you still love him. Heâs still The One for you. You still want to be the one to comfort him and make him feel whole when heâs struggling.
But you canât. You canât and it kills you.
The heat of battle makes a lot of things fade into the background. Important things like why the fuck are there Hydra agents here? and Steve is going to break up with you when you get back on the jet and Tony swore on the fucking limited edition AC/DC vintage tour poster he has in his office that this would be an easy in/easy out information mission. None of that matters, though, because youâre in deep shit. There are seventeen of them, all primed to the teeth with weapons made to take your team down permanently.
Youâre practically glued to Peter, calling out commands and plans for him to initiate. Itâs when all of your plans fall through that you take a hit from a heavy fist on purpose, hitting the ground hard. âPlan F, Spidey, Plan F!â You cover the instruction with a groan and then youâre back on your feet, working your way toward him.
âPlan F?â Tony says, somewhere above you in his suit. Your comms crackle ominously as another heat-seeking grenade is launched, interfering with the radio waves your tech relies on. You donât worry about it, because you know Tony is on it. Heâs your eyes in the sky.
Peter is the one who answers his question, watching your close hand-to-hand tilt out of your favor briefly. âPlan Fuck It, Mister Stark.â He grunts as he webs up a Hydra agent, jerking him away from where he was about to slip a knife up and under Natashaâs kevlar. You finally drop the guy in front of you, ignoring Steveâs disappointed Language! and toss one of your knives toward Nat for her to use. Tony is still laughing in your ear, wheezing as he drops down and snags the rifle from one of the snipers and then takes back off.
What your little protĂŠgĂŠ failed to mention about Plan F is that itâs not just chaos, but controlled chaos. You let loose, letting a soft current cover every inch of your skin as Peter switches to his conductive webbing and takes special care to not web any of his allies. Except for you - if youâre in the way and he catches you in a web it doesnât matter because youâre you, alive with electricity that drops the men that get caught in the web, too. You rip out of the webs and turn the current off when one of your teammates gets too close.
More Hydra agents are pouring out of the woods, topping out their numbers around twenty-five. Thatâs twenty-five too many in your opinion, especially when you can see Peter getting tired, his anxiety spiking, his moves having more and more hesitation behind them. You need to get this over with quickly, but you donât have the options to do that. Steve, Bucky, and Nat are really the heavy-hitters - you, Pete, and Tony are the only ones without serums despite all of your individual abilities. Desperately you reach out for a web thatâs still connected to Peterâs arms, pulling him out of the way of a baton thatâs about to come down on the back of his neck.
The baton the agent is wielding glints in the coming dusk, freezing you as Peter scrambles past you with a quick apology. Youâve seen that before - seen it, felt it, know it like the back of your hand. Thereâs no way that you could ever forget that weapon. The man stumbles when his hit doesnât connect but then rights himself and searches for a new target.
A long, black baton that splits into two prongs at the end is heavy in his hand. Electricity crackles between the bulbs at the end, flashing in the setting sun and your memories. The man only has one, but if it was hooked up to a machine, spinning. If there were four, five, six. If you were pinned between them, screaming in the pain as they rewrote your DNA⌠Youâve only felt it once, but youâll never forget it.
And now, youâll taste it again. On purpose this time. The man holding the stun baton is going for Steveâs back - his strong back, the one that protects people, the one that holds the weight of the world, the one that lays in your bed, the one you see whipping out of rooms as youâre entering just so that he doesnât have to look at you - and you canât let that happen. It only takes ten amps to kill a regular human, but you know those things are cranked up to twenty minimum. You donât want to see how many amps of current it will take to stop Steveâs heart. Youâre between the baton and Steve before you can think about what youâre doing or what comes next, the hard bulbs settling unyielding into your side and cranking out maximum power for maximum damage as soon as the current is connected and able to flow from one bulb to the other.
The pain hits you and your throat catches on it. It burns through your body, setting everything on fire - your chest hurts as your heart protests the electrons and then your powers kick in, sweeping them into your very atoms and cells. Youâre a live wire now, ears humming and body thrumming with power youâve only dreamed of. It hurts, and it burns, and you feel tears rising in your eyes because youâre back there - back begging for death or for life or for God and god at the same time - but then itâs over. The man sees that youâre not seizing up, not dropping dead in front of him, and he takes three steps back.
Itâs not far enough.
Youâve only felt like this once before - right after you were unhooked from the machine that changed your life and brought you to your new family. You remember how you looked when you were put in front of a mirror with all of the pent up electricity circling your body - how your eyes were filled to the brim and dripping with bright and blue electricity, the way it was jumping across your body, how you didnât need to breathe because your body was fully saturated with pure, unadulterated power. You wonder if you look like that now and assume you do because you can see the bright blue reflecting in the terrified eyes of the Hydra agent.
Your suit, unlike everyone elseâs, is not grounded. Itâs metal, metal, metal. Youâre made to conduct, born for it, and the earth beneath you comes alive with bright white as you release all of the energy, the power, surges down and out. Youâre practiced. You can reach out and feel the synapses and neurons of every human being in the clearing, know exactly where your teammates are standing, and know exactly how to target everything but them and the pitiful amount of electricity their brains carry. You grin, something truly feral and unhinged, and you can see the fear in the Hydra agent. Then, you let go.
You know that everyone is going to be pissed. (Maybe not everyone.) Youâre not built for this, not made to take down nearly twenty fucking people at once. As you let go, you feel what they feel. The seizing muscles, the stopping of their hearts, the inside of their bodies crisping against their bones. At that moment, that delicious moment, you see the universe.
You become God. You become everything - your mother and your father and God and god and anyone else whoâs watching your life from the ether. You become the judge, jury, and executioner of souls that you donât know from Adam. You become lightning, and thunder, and exposed nerves of the cosmos at the same time. The world bends to your will and you relish in it, taking that power in your fist and wielding it to protect the man youâll love for the rest of your life and the family that youâve made. You will stop at nothing to end this, even if it means turning yourself inside out to do it.
You damn near do turn yourself inside out too, but that doesnât matter, does it? The blood spilling from your ears, nose, and eyes feels like heaven. Itâs hot, and thick, and itâs proof of the power that your body holds. Youâre a temple and a sanctuary, a war-room and a bunker, a field of flowers and a sun-dry desert. It does not matter if Steve doesnât love you at that moment, because you are love and hate wrapped into one package. You are everything and nothing, spread thin at the beginning and the end of time.
And then none of that is true. You are just⌠You. Standing in a clearing, surrounded by twenty-something dead Hydra agents and your terrified, terrified family. It hurts to breathe and you can taste blood in your mouth, but thatâs an afterthought. Steve is still standing behind you, but he is alive. That is what matters.
This is what love is, you think.
Pain and pleasure.
Even if he leaves you, you will always love him.
Pain and pleasure.
Youâre weak at the knees when he finally turns to see you - and youâre a sight. Struggling to stand, fingertips blackened with soot but not burnt, blood pouring from your nose, ears, eyes⌠You look like death, but you feel like life. Someone says something behind you - Peter, maybe? Or maybe Tony, in your comms? - but you donât hear it. Everything tunnels out, your weak knees finally collapsing as you keel backward.
Steve bears down upon you almost immediately. Youâre halfway to unconsciousness when he wraps you up in his arms, keeping you from falling in with the pile of bodies around you. Heâs saying your name, harsh and soft and then in a voice like heâs ordering you to wake up. You loll about as he drops you down onto a patch of clear grass, hands searching your body for wounds. When he skims over your side, where the baton has burnt through your suit and your flesh, you surge back toward being able to have cohesive thoughts. The pain brings you back, hands wrapping around Steveâs arm and calling out his name. âSteve! Fuck, that hurts!â
âHoney,â He breathes, âFuck, we have to get you back to the jet.â His jaw ticks, hair dirty and loose from its normal style. âWhyâd you do that?â Steve doesnât wait for an answer from you, ordering Peter to web something up to carry you over your protests.
âIâm fine,â You argue, only slurring slightly, âI feel fine.â But youâre going to let Nat and Bucky load you up on the webbed stretcher anyway because itâs the first time Steve has cared for you in a long time. You want to relish in this moment, the way that he didn't say your name but called you honey.
Well, and because Natasha slides a thumb across her neck over Steveâs shoulder in a silent threat.
You groan when Bucky accidentally grabs your calf where there is an absolutely awful stab wound, but you wave off his apology. âHow could you have known?â To be honest, you hadnât even known it was there until his Vibranium hand was slipping against it and sending shockwaves of pain through you. Peter is next to you the whole time that youâre being carried back to the jet - Tony staying back to begin scanning the bodies of the Hydra agents for the information you need and any other information they may be carrying. The poor kid is nearly at a breakdown, so you reach out to him and shake his arm when his fingers twine with yours. âChill out, kid, I donât know how you got it into your head that this is your fault, but it sure isnât.â He sniffles, but hands back with Steve as Bucky and Nat get you situated in the small medical room of the jet. They transfer you and then make to leave, only Bucky hesitating near the door.
âStevieâs goinâ to be here soon and⌠I donât know what made you do what you did but you haveât explain it to him. Heâs bendinâ over backwards to figure it out, and we donât haveâa clue. Came outâa nowhere.â He looks at you for another moment before shaking his head and stepping out of the room. Your head is spinning, partially from what Bucky just said and partially from the pain and stimulus of electricity. You wait there, then, because this is it. This is the event horizon. You wait there, eyes closed, until you hear footsteps approach the med room, and then the door slowly opens. Steve says your name, holding all the finality and weight of an atomic bomb. You donât open your eyes until he swings a chair next to the stretcher and lays a hand on your calf.
âYou donât have to do this,â You finally say, pushing yourself up onto your elbows to watch him. âI know that you donât want to.â Steve only scoffs and begins to wash the stab wound using a packet of soap and a water bottle. You say his name twice before he looks at you, something between hate and hurt curdling into a glaze over his eyes that stops you in your tracks.
âJust let me do this. It is the least that you can do.â His words are painful and stilted, like itâs taking force to push them past his teeth. You lay back down and close your eyes, content to just feel the pain of Steve beginning to stitch you up and then dress the wound before you feel the pain of Steve leaving you like you knew he always would. (Falling in love with Steve Rogers went against every instinct you had. You knew that he was going to hurt you from the first moment your lips touched his.)
When heâs done he sits back and puts his elbows on his knees, head in his hands. He heaves a heavy sigh and then shakes it off, âIâll dress your burn, and then weâll talk.â And normally, yes, you would agree but this is too important. You want to get it over with so you can lick your wounds metaphorically and dress them literally - and then you want to go home, you want to pack your bags, and you want to disappear and remake your life somewhere else.
Some far-off place where everyone you know wonât take one look at your face and know that youâre still painfully, deeply in love with Steve Rogers, end of your semester be damned. Family youâve made be damned. You canât sit around and be in love with him like a neon sign on a dark highway while itâs painfully clear that he hasnât had a sign on his highway in a long time.
So instead of agreeing, you swing your legs over the stretcher and swallow your flinch when the burn pulls tight. Steve opens his mouth to argue but you give him a tight-lipped shake of your head and his jaw snaps shut. âNo,â You say, voice not giving in to the emotion swirling in your chest. âI have let this go on long enough.â
Itâs the wrong thing to say because Steve fucking scoffs again and looks away from you. âOne day was long enough.â He says, cutting straight to your core. Okay, ouch. You take a deep breath and shake your head to try and bite back the tears that are inevitably rising in your eyes. If one day was long enough for him to realize he doesnât want to be with you, why did he let it go on for nearly a full year? Why did he spend so long leading you on, pulling you by a thread before garroting your heart with it? What was the point?
âIf you want to leave me, just say that,â You reply harshly, standing and wobbling away from him. He just watches you go, watches the way you struggle past the lead weights your muscles have become, the way youâre starting to feel the stab wound on your leg, the way the skin on your burn is beginning to blister and only just now losing its heat. He just watches you, where the Steve that loved you once upon a time might have helped. You turn your back on him, hands on your hips so that you can hide the way that youâre crying and your hands are shaking.
âIf I want to leave you? If?â He says. You hear the scrape of his chair as he stands, âI think after what youâve done, itâs not an if, sweetheart.â The way he says it tastes like iron. Steve never calls you sweetheart like he never calls you by your name. Itâs always honey, lover, dovie. You donât turn to face him because youâre struggling to keep yourself above water. âI spent so long thinkinâ, wonderinâ, askinâ myself - God damnit, will you look at me?â You turn slowly, not because youâve never heard Steve speak like that but because his voice is desperate and raw. When you turn, youâre not sure what to expect. Maybe him, standing in front of you, broad-shouldered and disappointed like in those PSAâs he had to film once. Maybe heâd be angry, hands clenched at his sides and eyes narrowed like he gets in meetings when he doesnât agree with something but heâs out-voted. But you never expect to see him crying, lip wobbling, folded in on himself like a young boy instead of the strong, invincible man youâve come to love.
He looks so different.
It hits you, then, that youâre not looking at Steve Rogers. Not really. He's not Steve Rogers, not Captain America, not even Captain Rogers. You see him as he was - before America spat itâs untruths all over him and injected him with a serum that changed who he was, is, will be. Heâs not the able-bodied man that you know, not strong and unreachable, not the heartthrob that overshadows the team during press events. Heâs not Americaâs Darling, not really. Not where it counts.
Youâre looking at Stevie Rogers. Stevie Rogers who, for all intents and purposes, was supposed to die before he made it out of toddlerhood or soon thereafter. Stevie Rogers who the doctors said wasnât supposed to survive. Stevie Rogers who grew up sickly, rattling painful breaths and never playing ball with the neighborhood boys. Who couldnât walk until middle school when he got his braces off. Who never had a partner because Bucky, strong and handsome and tall Bucky, was always deemed the better option. Who believed in his country so much that he tried to sneak into the second world war, subjected himself to a painful medical procedure so that he could change his very DNA to be what the world wanted him to be.
Captain Steve Rogers. Captain America. Strong, blond, patriotic, resilient.
Youâre sure that if men donât want to go to therapy now, in the modern age, they certainly didnât want to go in the â40s. So where did that leave Steve, your Steve, standing in front of you and looking small, and broken, and sad, and alone? Did they expect him to take his new, taller, working body and run with it? Did they not think about how he would lose a part of himself in the process? How did they expect him to go from disabled to abled without some disconnect?
You think about the You That You Were Before and the You That You Are Now, and how you lost a part of yourself when the accident gave you your powers and how youâd lose yourself if someone figured out a way to take them away. You Before formed your identity around being normal - living in a shitty home with shitty parents, sure, but normal - and You Now form your identity around your powers, your team, your job, your love. If you lost those things, what did you have left? Who would you be?
When Steve lost his identity and became everything that America wanted everyone to think that America was, what did he have left? Sure, he could tell himself that he represents America - strong and patriotic and just - but it must have conflicted with everything he knew about himself before that. You know that disabled people now know that American society is unjust, unfit for them with abled people not willing to make room to allow them to thrive. You can only imagine what it was really like for Steve in the â20s and â30s and â40s. What he had to do just to survive. (Medical experimentation, you remind yourself. Did they know it wouldnât kill him? Did they know his body wouldnât rip itself apart with the new sinewy muscle they were packing on? Did they care? Or was he just a body they saw as broken? A project to fix? To turn him into something more like them and call it patriotism?)
You shake your head at him, still filled with despair, and try to figure out what heâs talking about. âStevie,â You start, pet name easily replacing what you had been calling him because itâs not fair to shoe-horn him into a body that doesnât feel like his own. You wonder if he still expects the bone-grinding pain that he used to tell you would happen when it rains. He raises a hand, a strong and family hand, shaking his head.
âI just need to know why I wasnât enough for you,â Steve looks sad, slouching in on himself like heâs expecting to get his ass handed to him in another alleyway and hope Bucky is there to save him. âI need to know why you wouldnât just break up with me if you wanted to see other people so badly.â You suck in a shocked breath because, okay, thatâs not what you were expecting. Between that and the paradigm shift youâve had on how Steve must view his identity, body, and self, youâre stunned. Steve continues like he doesnât even register that you look shocked and pale and now youâre crying because he thinks youâre cheating on him? âAnd I get it. I get it. You have no idea how much I understand. If I were you, I wouldnât want me either, okay?â
You cut him off there because what the actual God damn fuck is he talking about? âNo, Stevie, Iâm not cheating on you.â You shake your head again and this, your statement, lights a fire in him. He still looks like Stevie rather than Steve, but thereâs anger there. You imagine thatâs what it might have looked like moments before he got himself in trouble back before he was serumed. âIâm not.â
âOh, yeah?â He challenges, jaw ticking and chin jerking up, âOh, yeah? You canât lie to me. I know, okay? The act is up, itâs over, I know, okay? You can stop pretending.â
âSteve, I do not fucking know what youâre talking about but Iâm not cheating on you!â You raise your voice, not really angry but more out of necessity. You need to get it out of his head that he is anything less than everything you want - that you could possibly love anyone more than you love him.
âI wanted to clarify something for you,â Steve says like heâs reading an old script from when he was just a beefy, red/white/blue stage prop for the American military, âI am excited to meet with you, but there are some rules. Do not talk about Captain Steve Rogers. I donât want to hear about him,â As he continues to recite something that has clearly hurt him, you go lax. You know exactly whatâs happened - your fists unclench, your jaw drops a little bit, and it feels like someone has gutted you, âI think it is wise to keep work and pleasure separate, and itâs a rule I will enforce heavily. I look forward to seeing you again.â Heâs sneering at the end, tears falling down his ruddy cheeks.
âSteve,â You try again, but he cuts you off.
âAm I just work for you?â His voice is shaking more than you thought possible, and so are his hands. Youâve never seen Steve so off-kilter, so thrown, and it breaks your heart that yes, technically, youâre the cause of this. Before this, before this horrible misunderstanding, your relationship with Steve was the paragon of trust so neither of you cared if the other read emails or texts. You remember the email - the email from your fucking college professor - because it had made you so angry that heâd referred to your relationship with Steve as something as simple and base as just pleasure - like you could even put words to the galaxy of a relationship you had with Steve - that youâd gone to the gym to work off some of that irritation. You hadnât wanted to take it out on anyone accidentally. When you came back from the gym, Steve was gone on that two-week mission that heâd left on without saying goodbye.
Oh, God. You feel sick to your stomach as the paradigm of the way that Steveâs been treating you shifts violently to the left. You have to physically hold yourself up and try to speak past the lump in your throat. Steve looks⌠Brokenly smug. Like he knows heâs right, but heâd rather gnaw his own legs off than be right.
âNo,â You croak, âNo, Steve, youâve got it all wrong.â You want to reach for him, but it feels like the room is closing in on you. Youâre second-guessing everything now - especially what youâve just said. How many people said the exact same thing to him pre-serum because they said something meant for Bucky to him? How many times did he hear that when he was getting a new diagnosis, hoping for the best? How many times had his own mother said it to him when he told her something someone had said, fresh-faced and not yet used to the way that abled people sometimes treated disabled people? You think you might be sick. âThat email was from my professor, Steve. Iâm not cheating on you, Iâd never.â He laughs darkly and sits back down in his chair, head in his hands again. You try to gather the strength to move toward him when you see his shoulders shaking, a telltale sign that heâs crying.
âA professor,â He says with a watery laugh, âRight.â
Finally, you realize that he needs you, needs to know you love him, that youâd do anything for him. You can iron out the kinks later - figure out why he didnât want to come to talk to you past the original hurt, why he treated you so coldly, why he didnât trust that you wouldnât do this to him - but now, you need to show him that youâre here. That you choose him. That youâll always choose him.
You make your way to him and set a shaking hand on his shoulder. For a brief second you think heâs going to shake you off but then Steveâs hand shoots up and latches onto where your hand is resting, dipping his head to press against your arm. âStevie, please,â You say, unsure of what youâre asking him to do, âI picked up a class, just one, and itâs⌠I picked it up for you, itâs about the â30s and â40s andâŚâ He looks up at you and he looks so broken - face ruddy and wet with tears, lip wobbling, chest heaving as he tries to not sob. His brows are knit and he looks confused, âI just wanted to be able to understand you better. You had to leave so much of yourself at the door when you joined the Avengers, had to leave so much of yourself in the ice⌠In Erskineâs lab⌠Stevie, I just wanted you to be able to be you when youâre with me. I wanted to know the you that you were before you became Captain America.â Your voice is shaking, knees knocking together, and honestly? You feel like you might blackout.
âWhat?â He rasps, âWhat?â
âHe sent that email because too many kids signed up for his class thinking that theyâd be able to look at pictures of you and Buck for a semester. Emailed me directly because he knows weâreâŚâ You choke on your words, shaking your head because youâre not even sure thereâs a we anymore, âBecause he knows Iâm on the team. Didnât want me walking in and making his class about just a few years in the â30s and â40s rather than the culture of the time.â You donât know how else to explain it to him, but Steve isnât saying anything - practically isnât moving or breathing- so you continue to try and explain whatâs really happening as best as you can, âAnd - and that email made me so angry because he singled me out, didnât email anyone else about it, and I left to try and work some of that out; I didnât want to take it out on you, or let it spoil - let it spoil⌠But when I came back from the gym, you were gone. You were gone for two weeks and I didnât know why.â Youâre crying harder now and pretty sure that within the next sixty seconds youâre going to collapse if you donât sit down.
Steve shakes his head, still looking like he doesnât understand. âWhat?â He says for a third time, âA class? A college class?â
âI just wanted to feel closer to you,â You confess, âJust wanted to understand a fraction of your life without making you do the heavy liftinâ and teachinâ me. Shouldnât haveât do that,â Youâre sobbing, barely biting out your words as you realize that something youâve done to strengthen your relationship with Steve has destroyed it, âShouldnât have to explain a whole different time just to feel loved, Stevie. Should be able to be with someone who understands without you havinâ to explain.â Youâre not sure you can say Peggyâs name out loud, and you hope he understands what youâre saying without making you actually say it, âShouldâa been able to have love with someone who knew, and I know Iâm nothinâ compared to what you shouldâa had, but I want to be. I want to be in the same ballpark insteadâa watchinâ from the stands.â You wipe your face with your free hand and look away from Steve when he stands in front of you. You donât want to see the look on his face - what heâs thinking about what youâve said.
He says your name and you glance at him, but his expression stops him in your tracks. Where Steve looked broken and hurt and fuming with anger to hide the anguish, now he looks stricken. You shake your head, âNo, no. I didnât say that to make you feel guilty-â
âYou think that I care about whether or not you can understand the â40s?â He cuts you off, hands moving to curl around your biceps, âYou think that I care whether or not you can relate to a time in history when you werenât even thought of?â
âOf course I love you. I love you more than anything in this world, but you shouldnât have to not care, Steve,â You argue, shaking your head, âThatâs what Iâm trying to say. You should be with someone who understands without explanation. I just wanted to give that to you - didnât know that this would happen.â
âI should be with someone who loves me,â He argues back, âIf you love me, thatâs all that matters. My past be damned.â
âBut your past is you!â You try to pull away from Steve, but he anchors you there. Youâre dizzy from being so close to him after this long, but also because of how many different twists this situation has taken. You can barely keep up with how bad your communication with Steve has become - barely keep up with how you need to fix it, or how to fix it. âYour past is you,â You repeat when you realize that Steve isnât going to let you go. âAnd you shouldnât have to give that up so that someone will love you.â
âBut you love me,â He says desperately, ducking his head so that heâs nearly nose to nose with you, âYou love me, right?â
âMore than anything,â You say, closing your eyes and relishing in the feeling of being so close to Steve, âI love you more than Iâve ever loved anyone. I donât care about what anyone else thinks, or anyone else. Iâll even stop goinâ to class if you want me to - Steve, I just canât do this anymore. Canât do this thing where you donât talk to me about whatâs botherinâ you.â Youâre choking up, barely whispering, but you know he hears you. YOu can feel his warm breath on your face, âNearly fuckinâ killed me.â
âI thought it was goinâ to be easier,â He breathes, nose bumping yours, âWhen you eventually decided to leave me for him. Thought I was savinâ myself some trouble.â You can practically taste his tears as they fall again, âBuck and Nat tried to tell me that you werenât - that you wouldnât - but I just couldnât believe them.â
When you open your eyes, his are closed. This close to him you can see the soft freckles that are blooming over his eyelids, his soft eyelashes kissing his cheekbones. You can feel him breathing, feel him nearly pressed against you in a way that feels hauntingly nostalgic and terrifyingly fleeting; like youâll be able to feel his warmth for years to come, but heâs about to disappear. âThatâs okay,â You finally whisper, âItâs okay that you didnât believe them. That you thought what you thought. Itâs okay.â He shakes his head against yours, opening his mouth to protest, but you refuse to let him feel guilty about feeling this way - you have plenty of time to sit him down and talk to him candidly about the way he acted because of these feelings, anyway. âIf I would have been in your place Iâm not sure I would have believed them.â
âI treated you so badlyâŚâ He shifts and wraps his arms around you. Itâs almost immediate - you relax into his arms and wind yours around his waist, keeping him pulled against you as he presses his face into your neck and you press your cheek against his chest. âSo awfully.â
âWeâll talk about that, okay? But later. Right now you just need to know that I love you, Steve. I love you more than I can tell you - more than I can express.â You want to kiss him, but you canât. Canât kiss him, you need to wait for him to kiss you, for him to close that gap and show you that he still loves you like you love him. âWeâll have to have a talk, a long and hard conversation about this, Stevie, but for now⌠For now, Iâm just content to be with you, okay? MIssed you so much.â
He sighs, nose pressing against yours again. âMissed you too, dovie. Missed you more than I can even say,â His voice breaks as his lips brush yours. Your relationship is not without its flaws and problems - Steveâs actions when he thought you were cheating on him are proof of that and, well, the fact that you didnât realize what was happening, why it was happening, or a large part of your boyfriendâs psychological makeup having an impact on your relationship while it went unknown by you⌠There is a lot of work for the two of you to do, a lot of work to do, a lot of communication to be done⌠But youâd do it all for Steve, over and over again.
When he presses forward and presses his lips gently to yours, you know that heâll do it all for you, over and over again, too.
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