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meazalykov · 5 months ago

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baby pink

esmee brugts x reader

one part to the baby pink series

you never thought you’d muster the courage to invite esmee over, especially given how shy the both of you are. yet, here you are, standing in the kitchen of your apartment, waiting for her to arrive.

ever since you both joined barcelona femení back in august, you’ve had a special bond. this didn’t happen overnight, due to her shy nature. you gave her a comfortable space to open up to you and eventually, she started to consider you her #1 on the team.

slowly but surely, you opened up to each other, finding comfort in your shared shyness and love for football. to the team, it's clear that you guys have a crush on each other. the small touches and hidden jokes don't go unnoticed by the close team– but you guys just want to go with the flow.

as you pull out the flour and sat it on your kitchen island beside the brown sugar– the doorbell rings. you look towards the foyer, where you can see the door, and take a deep breath.

when you open the door, esmee is standing there in jeans with a nice yellow shirt on with a black puffer jacker. the dutch displayed her typical shy smile, her hands tucked into her coat pockets due to the chilly hallways.

“hey come in, you can put your jacket on the hooks and your shoes on the bench here” you say, stepping aside to let her in. you nodded your head towards the polished white bench where some of your shoes sit, including running shoes and some cleats.

“hi and thank you” she replies, her voice soft but warm. she steps inside and you close the door behind her, waiting for her to get situated before you lead her into your kitchen.

as she walks further into your apartment, her eyes widen in surprise.

all of the kitchen utensils on the kitchen island are pink, complimenting your white counters. as she looks forward into the living room— she sees your beige colored couch with pink pillows and a pink throw covering it.

she continues to look around as you finish setting up to bake cookies and brownies with her. esmee sees the pink colored tulips on your coffee table beside a pink book– and a regular mirror up on your wall.

“everything is so… pink,” she says, a hint of amusement in her voice. the dutch girl looks at you and noticed that you’re wearing pink pajamas. it is the late evening time so she doesn’t mind it, shes glad you’re comfortable around her.

esmee smiles at you as you put your hair back into a bun, chuckling at what she said to you.

“yeah, i guess i should’ve told you about all of this. pink is my favorite color.” you say as you pull out chocolate chips and brownie mix from a brown grocery bag.

to be fair– you thought everyone would’ve noticed that pink was your favorite color. you wear baby pink cleats (that adidas gifted to you) all of the time during barcelona matches, your hair ties are always pink, your gym bag is pink, and you wear blush all of the time.

some of your teammates are observant and already know about it, some did not– including your crush.

“i can tell,” she responds with a smile, her eyes scanning the pink kitchenware again, and even the pink accents in the bathroom visible from down the hallway to your bedroom.

“It’s adorable don’t worry. its very you.”

you feel your cheeks warm at her compliment. the heat was on in your apartment but you still blame it on the chilly air from outside.

“thank you.”

reaching into one of your cabinets by esmee’s legs– you chuckle before you hand her a pink apron. “ha– here, you can wear this. it’s my favorite.”

esmee takes it with a grin. the apron was clean and smelled like vanilla as she placed it over her head. “thank you.”

an hour passes and the both of you talk as you wait for the cookies and brownies to finish in your oven.

“i’m starting to get comfortable here– finally. it was a huge adjustment from washington.” you tell esmee, as you both talked about your ex-clubs before coming to barcelona. you picked at your nails as you remember the first few months at barcelona.

the team loved you right away– but moving to a new country in a new continent was hard. luckily, the team made an effort to spend time with you so you never felt alone. esmee hanging out with you is an example on how the team wanted you to feel loved with them.

“i get it. i’ve came here as a child to see barcelona play so i’m kind of got used to it faster.” esmee says, crossing her heads on your bar stool to get more comfortable.

“you got to see messi in his prime, i’m jealous.” you joked. esmee laughed before taking a sip of the ice water you gave her– inside of a pink tinted glass cup.

“yeah– but ronaldinho is my idol. i wish i got to see him play.” esmee comments, you nodded your head as you looked at her.

the love in your eyes couldn’t be more obvious. there is some space between esmee and you, but you wanted to close it. she looked so pretty and all you wanted to do was tell her– but you held back each time.

“i understand, but now you get to see me play.” you both burst in laughter at your joke. you’re oblivious to the love in the dutch girl’s eyes too.

“you’re so funny. you’re lucky I love yo–” esmee stops. your heart drops to your stomach, wondering why esmee had to cut herself off.

“love what?” you frown. in your mind, you hope that esmee was going to say what you thought.

“you’re lucky i love your jokes.” esmee says casually. you would’ve believed her lie, until she quickly reached her hands for the glass of water again. you put your hands– with the nails painted with baby pink polish– together.

“esmee?”

“yeah?”

“i feel like you’re lying.” you say. trusting your intuition, you know you had to confront her on her slip up.

“um-” esmee rubs her hands onto her jeans as she looks away from you– at your pink colored clock in your living room.

“esmee.” you repeat. this time, you walk closer to her and sit down on the barstool beside her. you took her hands off of her legs and held them with yours.

esmee swallowed in nervousness as she felt your soft hands holding hers. seeing the pink beaded bracelets on your wrists, with one of them being the colors of the lesbian flag, she takes a deep breath and looks at you finally.

“do you love me?” you breathe out, as if someone could’ve eavesdropped on your conversation.

the dutch girl didn’t respond right away, which didn’t make your nerves feel better. however, you rubbed her hands in comfort– hoping that she does love you the same way you love her.

“i do. i do love you.” esmee mumbled as she looked down towards your legs.

she was preparing for rejection, but she wouldn’t get it.

you took your hands away from hers and placed your right hand on her neck.

the two of you leaned in and your lips made contact. the sync of your lips lasted a few seconds before you pulled away– scared of overwhelming the left-back on your team.

“i love you too esmee— so much.”

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it's been two weeks since you guys confessed your love for eachother, but nothing much has happened since.

its two days after christmas, and you just dropped your sisters off at the airport so they could go back home to the states. all you could think about was esmee.

since no games are happening until the new year, you chilled at home watching scream 1. you didn’t mind watching a halloween centered movie around christmas so much since you were bored.

you didn’t want to bother alexia, ingrid, mapi, patri, salma, or ona since they’re spending time with their families. the next time you’ll see them is at the new years party mapi and ingrid are hosting.

you couldn’t text esmee either– not due to the confession from a few weeks ago– but you assumed that she was in the netherlands with her family as well.

as you finished your fruit salad and placed the empty plastic bowl on the coffee table– planning on throwing it away after the movie ends– you hear your doorbell. odd.

the only people you knew in barcelona were your teammates, and you already did a gift exchange with them after the game against rosengard, so you slowly walked to your door in curiosity.

your heart stopped when you recognized the braids from the peephole of your door. you quickly unlocked your door and opened it to see esmee holding a big baby pink bag with another small pink box.

“oh my goodness hey– come in– i thought you went home for the holidays!” you gently pulled esmee inside your apartment by her puffer jacket arm. she giggles as you lock your door take the closed gifts out of her hands, so she could take her warm jacket off.

“i did, i just got here this morning.” she says as she slips her adidas slides off of her feet. you smiled at her before leading her onto your beige colored couch.

“wait right here!” you say and place the pink bag and box beside her. she watched you run down the other hallways into your bedroom, where you came back out with 3 boxes wrapped in blue wrapping– blue is esmee’s favorite color.

as you handed the blue boxes to her, her jaw dropped slightly– happy that you thought about getting her presents as much as she was looking forward to getting you stuff for christmas.

“i hope you liked what i got you!” you say as esmee starts to open up her presents first– both of you ignoring the tv in front of you both.

for christmas, you got two pairs of sneakers along with a pair of blue nike cleats for esmee. in november, you saw a tiktok repost from esmee about two pairs of nikes that she wanted so badly– so you decided to get her those.

“i’m so happy, thank you thank you.” esmee launched her body on top of yours on the couch. you kissed the top of her forehead before she sits back up.

“you’re welcome. i’m happy you love them.” you say.

“here– now open up your presents!” esmee excitedly hands you the baby pink bag. you smile brightly seeing her happy.

removing the paper in the bag, you first pulled out a miffy plushie. you jaw drops and you lightly squealed at the sight of the soft thing. in your head, you’re glad its just esmee and you because some of the team would complain that you already owned enough miffys.

“i love this!” you say. you gently placed the plushie on the couch beside you before you pulled out the next thing in the bag, which was an adidas box.

“esmee- no you didn’t!” you say as your eyes widen at the box.

“yes I did!”

you opened up the box to reveal a pair of cleats. the cleat is mainly white with hints of pink throughout the laces.

“these are so gorgeous!” you take the paper out of the cleat, which kept it shape, and quickly place one of the cleats on your left foot.

the cleats are gorgeous. in your mind, you knew that the cleat would look great with the third cyan jersey at barca.

“thank you so much for the gifts, i love them just as much as i love you.” you say five minutes later, after opening everything esmee got you. besides the miffy and cleats, she got you some pink colored candles and a nice pink colored sweatshirt.

you felt her body tense a tiny bit as you hugged her, before she hugged you back.

“i love you too.” she relaxed into your body as her arms wrapped around your lower back.

“esmee.” you say.

“yes love.” she responded. your heart melts at her name for you, deep down you want her to say it again. you held her tightly in response to that.

“what are we?” you ask. you were nervous but that quickly went away as you felt the dutch girl scratch your back slowly.

“will you be my girlfriend?” esmee asks straight away. you smile on her shoulder at this– grateful that this moment is happening.

“yes. can you be my girlfriend?” you ask.

“absolutely.” esmee says before pulling you into a soft kiss– on your glossy pink lips.

#esmee brugts #woso community #woso fanfics #woso x reader #barcelona femeni #fc barcelona

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icarlyspanishsubtitles · 8 months ago

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oh my good lookin boy 🧿

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warnings: this is probably my most fluffiest and saddest writes, insecurity, mentions of ed kind of, cursing, angst.

i had been slogging through work the entire day on my computer. emails, and phone calls, and emails. it wasn’t horribly miserable, cause my boyfriend was over on the bed streaming.

as much as i sound like a shitty girlfriend, i really don’t pay attention much to him while he streams. i was in the middle of responding to an email, when a sudden dono caught my attention in one of the worst ways.

“why bro built like that?”

not just myself, but i’m pretty sure almost anyone watching the stream was taken back by the sudden shit message. i could hear my boyfriends tone immediately change, even when he tried to mask it as he hated getting emotional anywhere, but especially on the internet live.

“like what? like uh what’s the uhm, what’s the problem?”

at that moment, my heart honestly was hurting so badly. if we hadn’t been so huge in privacy, i would’ve gone up to him in a heartbeat. i knew i couldn’t but hearing him, one of the most genuinely sweet people in all of existence, asking what was the issue that this asshole had with him, made me feel horrible.

the stream ended about an hour or maybe two later, i almost in a millisecond went up to alex slowly creeping to the side of his chair. i put my hand behind his head, playing with the hair his beanie hadn’t covered up. his eyes closed a little leaning into my hand, taking it and kissing it lightly before putting it back into his healthy head of hair.. which i’m honestly jealous of.

“need something?”

he murmured quietly still trying to edit, but was too in love with my touch.

“nah, just wanted to uh, spend a little time with you.”

he definitely wasn’t going to refuse the offer. i was too scared to bring up the comment, hoping he forgot about it. he smiled softly as i sat in his chair almost on his lap, putting my head on his shoulder as i was observing him.

“did i ever tell you how handsome you are?”

i see him laugh a little, his face flushing the tiniest amount as he runs his hand up and down my arm gently. he kisses the side of my head, whispering

“your sweet.”

two days pass as alex is getting changed, he is going to stream with his qsmp friends, which they have been planning for a while. he puts on his shirt, tilting his head in the mirror as he tries to pull the sleeves down and cover more of himself.

i immediately knew this behavior, feeling myself get sad seeing him so insecure. he sighs, putting on his sweater, coming out the bathroom. he walks around the room in an attempt to find his phone, when i speak up.

“absolutely not.”

he looks at me confused, breaking a little smile as his eyebrows furrow, a laugh coming out from him as he speaks.

“absolutely not, what?”

i raise my eyebrows, almost pointing to his sweater with my eyes. is this kid dumb? he picks up the message still confused. i then speak to him a little bit gentler.

“babe, my love, honey, the love of my life. it’s fucking 89 degrees outside, and your wearing a sweater? absolutely not.”

he rolls his eyes with a little smirk on his face. he goes onto the bed sitting next to me.

“mi amor, we’re going to be inside literally the whole time, i mean we might go out for food, but that’s it.”

i then turn over facing him completely with my body, accidentally frowning a little bit. he immediately notices the little sad expression on my face.

“did the sweater thing upset you that much? cause didn’t kno-��

i stop him before he can finish his sentence, shushing him. he gets the memo, a little laugh escaping his mouth before he conceals it. i then ask him, as nicely as i could.

“you okay?”

he’s a little surprised by the sudden ask if he was alright. he nods, his expression still completely curious.

“yeahhh?.. why?”

i didn’t want to tell him yet, i was scared he would get defensive or something, even though i know he wouldn’t but the thought lingers in my mind.

“just checking.”

he smiles softly, kissing me gently but sweetly as his hand goes to the side of my neck, his thumb caressing the side. i then pull away,

“your gonna be late.”

his eyes widen and he looks at the time on his phone.

“SHIT SHIT SHIT!”

he goes to grab his shoes, almost falling on his face. he picks them up, including his beanie before rushing out. two seconds later he comes back in, still running but slows down as he comes to my bed. he leans down kissing my lips in a peck.

“love you.”

he then rushes out, once again as i snicker a little bit to myself. but behind that laugh, was anxiety for what really was going on with him.

the next day tina and me were on the phone as i was standing in the kitchen, she’s literally my best friend i swear. alex was currently in the shower, as i laughed to her words about everything going on with her.

“oh by the way, how was the stream? i was busy with work and shit so i didn’t have time to watch it.”

i ask her, while leaning my arms down on the counter.

“oh it was gooodd. usual stream, we all went out to lunch after, we’ll us except for your boyfriend. he got bored of us i guess.”

tina mumbles jokingly. i then thought to myself a little bit and realized, quackity said he ate there… why would he lie about that?

he comes out of the shower later, where he sneaks up behind me putting his arm around my waist, while his his face rests near my neck. i sigh to myself, him siting up his head a little.

“everything good baby?”

i then lead him to the couch, looking at him directly as i take his hand. i try to calm myself before i say anything.

“when is the last time you ate?”

he turns to me, he knows he’s been caught but he just covers it with a slight laugh, a fake laugh.

“baby, i ate with the group remember? and uh todayyy.. i don’t really eat in the mornings, you know that.”

i believed the second part, but i knew he didn’t eat with our friends. i sigh looking at him, us now having intense eye contact.

“alexis. don’t lie to me.”

he bites his lip a little looking at his phone, his voice starts cracking a little bit, as he tries his absolute best to talk.

“i… fuck- i just.. i don’t know why, but lately don’t like the way my body looks.. i’m around guys like fucking foolish, who are tall and masculine and just..are better than me.. i mean i’ve been insecure in like high-school, and it just came back.”

i look at him with a look of pure absolute sadness and love for him. i can’t believe that an amazing guy like him, would ever think such stupid things about himself.

i grasp him into my arms, while his arms go around me. i kiss his head, and i hear him sniffling a little bit, i wasn’t going to say anything because i knew then he would hide his emotions again.

my hands go to the sides of his face as i lean him up, i talk to him the sweetest i can trying to be soft spoken.

“baby..you are truly the most handsome guy in the world..i don’t want a 6’3 guy who has a fucking 8 pack or whatever… i made a commitment to you, because i love you for who you are..not what you think you should be..”

he closed his eyes a little bit, his shaky breaths going into my neck. i feel little tears but i of course just keep quiet.

“i love you, i’m so fucking..i’m so sorry..”

he whispers very sheepishly, his voice a little raspy and gentle.

“you have no reason to be sorry, and i love so much, honestly too much alex..”

i say as a laugh stays in my throat, he breathes out a little bit of relief, as he traces my arm. after we were calmed, he holds my face.

“maybe we could do a cooking stream..like old times..”

i smile brightly at the idea kissing him gently. i lean away slighting, mumbling as my eyes look up to his.

“that sounds like a great plan”

hiiii! this took a lot longer than i thought it would so my dearest apologizes. also sorry for two angry writes in a row, i have one planned and i swear it’s pure fluff. love you guys! also remember you are amazing for who you are, and all bodies are beautiful.

#quackity x reader #alex quackity #alex quackity x reader #quackity #quackity fanfic #domestic fluff #qsmp x reader #x reader #fluff #fanfic

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captain-mj · 2 years ago

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For horror night!

Graves is exploring the forest near base during the full moon. It's bright enough he didn't really thing anything of it when he gets attacked by werewolf Price :)

Delicious. Also, consent do be dubious but I can assure you, all parties are consenting.

Graves had just been exploring the nearby area. Ever since he had been put on… probation he’d call it, he had been stuck on base. It made sense he couldn’t go on missions or leave unsupervised but he wasn’t even allowed outside without someone there. If he really wanted to escape, he would’ve done so!

Tonight, the moon looked lovely. It painted everything in a silver lighting that he liked. He slowly walked out into the grass. After a moment, he slipped off his shoes to feel the earth against his skin. Growing up Southern, he was rather used to being barefoot and while he didn’t exactly indulge the thought often, it felt nostalgic, holding his boots and walking through the cold grass.

Graves got to the tree line and noticed how dense the woods felt. Not just because of the thickness of the trees but the underbrush that surrounded each tree. He could barely take a step without something dragging at his pants. Brambles and parts of thicket and even some grass that had gotten longer where humans didn’t seek to control it.

Felt like home.

Graves heard something. Branches snapping. Immediately he started to look around, hoping to maybe catch a deer or fox. Too loud to be a rabbit.

Something peered at him. Eyes glowing in the dark. It was low to the ground so Graves tried to remember local wildlife. Too short to be a badger. Too talk to be a bunny. The eyes were huge and reflected the light easily.

It stood up.

Graves watched it raise up, thinking maybe it had been crouching.

But it kept standing up.

It went from only a foot off the ground to taller than him.

Graves knew when to run. He had only made it a few steps in to the woods. The treeline was still in sight. It should’ve been Fucking easy.

One of the brambles that tugged him earlier wrapped around his ankle and he hit the ground harder. The thing shoved his face in the ground with its giant hand.

Hand?

What?

Graves tried to get a good look but there was too much weight on him. The hand pressed him down hard, bordering on painful now.

He tried to elbow it and it growled so loud his ears began to ring.

Another hand balances in front of him and that’s when he sees it. Price has scarring on his hand. Its a funny shape. Rather unique. Someone had stabbed him in it. Twice. At separate times. It made an x that crossed his palm.

The monster’s hand has the x. It felt like Graves’s world started to slow down a rolling stop.

His harsh breathing echoed the monster on top of him. After a moment, he realized it was copying his pattern of breathing. Ever inhale matched.

More and more weight was put on him until he felt like he was being crushed. Graves started to claw at the ground to get away when finally, finally, the hand shoving him cheek first in the dirt Let go. He raised up a little and tried to escape and wiggle away.

A tongue ran up the bare skin on his neck as if to taste him. A growl resonated from it and then Graves found himself lifted up slightly and flipped on his back.

Price.

It really was Price.

Graves could tell by his eyes. Those gorgeous blue eyes. His eyes had to adjust to the dark and what he was seeing. Soft dark hair that curled around giant ears. He still had the body of Price. Maybe a bit bigger. Unnatural. His body seemed to bend and twist in a way that didn't quite make sense as if the tendons were wrong.

"John?" Graves said gently, reaching for him. His clothes hung off in tatters, letting him see all of the tattoos that dotted Price's body. His chest and stomach didn't have much fur, letting Graves gently touch his skin.

Price sank his teeth into his shoulder, hard enough for blood to start flowing. Graves immediately started to fight back, but even with all of his training, he hadn't really learned how to fight off... whatever this was. He kicked his feet, trying to find purchase on the ground.

Why did he leave base? He grew up in the South. He knew all about the things that could lurk in the woods. Should've waited.

"John please." He hit at his shoulders while feeling the teeth sink in deeper. Adrenaline kept the pain from really hitting him, but it was still there. Bubbling under the surface. "You don't really wanna kill me do you?" Could he even understand him?

Price pulled away, blood dripping from his face onto Graves's. His tongue flicked out to get the blood off his face before leaned down and licked it off Graves as well. For some reason, the word tender came to mind.

Then they were kissing. Price's blood covered tongue lapping into his mouth. Graves slowly stopped struggling, hands instead running down the smooth planes of his back before tugging the fur slightly. It came out in clumps in his hand and he quickly decided not to do that.

Price's teeth fit perfectly around his throat as he ripped Graves's pants off. Graves considered for a moment if he should. Would Price be upset in the morning? He couldn't possibly blame Graves for not fighting him off but what if he felt guilty? Price couldn't be in his right mind right now.

A harsh bite to his side dragged him back to the present. Only one way to find out.

Price pawed at him. His hands were normally big, but now they made Graves feel small. Wrapping around his waist with ease. Price nuzzled against his stomach for moving to his thighs, moving down.

Graves considered running for just a moment before Price's sharp claws dug into him. Maybe not. His hot breath fanned against his thighs and Graves blushed more.

Price's fingers were thick and tipped with claws. However, he was so careful as he fingered him. Graves was just happy he was of sound enough mind to think about that. His tongue poked at him and Graves squirmed before quickly being pinned back down. He was helpless to do anything other than take.

He whimpered as Price found his sweet spot, abusing it while he happily lapped at him. Spit started to drip down his thighs and it made him shudder.

Price picked him up and pinned him to a tree, letting Graves wrap his legs around him. He pressed their foreheads together as he pushed into him.

Graves immediately shoved at him, surprised by how big it was. It felt like he was going to break in half and he barely had the tip in. He kicked out but Price didn't pause until he had bottomed out. Graves panted softly, brain turning to mush. Price held him gently, face pressed to his neck. His hips rolled slowly over and over again. Any coherent thought ruined as soon as he did.

Graves panted against him, eyes fluttering shut. Price started to thrust in properly and he couldn't take it. It felt so good. So big and it stretched him out so much. He started to sob against him, holding on tight as he could as Price ruined him.

Pleasure and pain mixed, dripping up and down his spine. His legs shook and he wasn't sure he could stop them if he wanted to. Price licked along his jaw and he moaned softly.

He started to speed up and Graves bit him back. He couldn't really rip into him the way Price did him, but he left a nice row of teeth marks.

Graves came so hard his vision went white. Price started to press closer until he felt something odd. Something thicker pressed against him and Graves vaguely remembered when he learned in biology about knots.

"John."

Price paused.

"Don't you dare." Please do.

Price pushed in suddenly and Graves screamed before devolving to more sobs. He came in him, making his insides feel warm. The knot kept them from separating and Graves panted, accepting the fact he'd be there a while. Price's hand got dangerously close to his cock and he groaned, leaning back to give him more room. He stroked him slowly, gently rocking into him.

"Price..." Graves panted out, feeling his hair stick to his skin from sweat. The moon was still high over head and he wondered if they would be doing this all night.

A small kiss on his cheek and a rough twist of his hand gave Graves the impression that yes, it would be.

#cod #cod mw2 #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare ii #Phillip graves #John Price #Captain John Price #Price x Graves #Graves x Price #Captains Horror Night

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lumiolivier · 8 months ago

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So is the Life of a Pirate (4/?)

Series: One Piece

Chapter: 4/?

Word Count: 3326

Rating: T

Pairing(s): Sanji x OC (Reader)

A dalliance six years ago has a funny way of catching up to Sanji when the Straw Hats stop to restock the ship.

a/n: Hi. I'm sitting through a torrential thunderstorm. I'm not sure when I'll be able to post again, but here we are as I live through the curse of an Ao3 writer. Anyway, have a new chapter.

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The next morning, Cordelia woke up in her bed, desperately hoping that wasn’t a dream. She wanted nothing more than to still have Sanji underneath her. But alas, he was gone. And it made her heart hurt. It’s probably for the best. The last thing we need is for Sanji to come out of my room and for Ash to start asking questions. I mean, I know I’ve gushed enough about the man for Ash to start putting the pieces together that there was once something between us, but…But then, a sweet, yet earthy smell caught Cordelia’s nose. She pried herself out of bed and shuffled her feet into the kitchen.

“Good morning, Mama!” Ash stood on a chair next to the kitchen counter, his arms covered in flour up to his elbows.

“Good morning,” Cordelia looked over at the sink. And of course, Sanji never left, “What’s going on in here?”

“Ash woke up about an hour ago,” Sanji told her, “And I was just coming in from a smoke, so he asked me for apple juice. And I thought it’d be nice if we made breakfast for Mama. He said cinnamon rolls. And far be it for me to tell him no. Actually, Ash, check the pans. See if the second rising helped.”

“Ok,” Ash got down from his chair and peeked under the bread towels. Sure enough, they rose, “Sanji, they’re huge!”

“That’s the plan,” Sanji felt the inside of the oven, “And it’s definitely hot enough for them to bake. What do you think? Say…Twenty? Twenty-five minutes?”

“I think twenty-five,” Ash decided, “Just to make sure they’re done.”

“Hold on,” Sanji stopped him, “Because we don’t want to over bake them.”

“You mean, burn them?”

“No,” Sanji shook his head, “Over bake them. Because if you bake them too long, they’ll get tough and no one wants that.”

“So,” Ash thought, “Start at twenty and check in on them?”

“That’s right,” Sanji approved, “But they’re missing something. What are they missing?”

“Um…” Ash looked them over. It took him a second before making his declaration, “Heavy cream!”

“That’s right!” Sanji handed off the carton, “Be careful. And just a splash on each one, ok?”

“I got it,” Ash’s hands were a touch shaky, but he got the hang of it. And because he knew better than to put them in the oven himself, he handed each pan off to Sanji once they were ready.

“Nicely done, Ash,” Sanji praised, “You and I have successfully made breakfast. And now, we just need to wait.”

“Aww…”

“What’s the matter?” Sanji got down to his level, “You didn’t think they were just going to be ready when they’re raw, did you? It’s not going to be very long.”

“Ok,” Ash pulled his chair back to the table and looked over at Cordelia, “Mama, why are you crying?”

“No reason, baby,” Cordelia wiped her cheeks, “I’m fine. Nothing you need to worry about. Sanji. Outside. Now.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Sanji nodded, “Ash, let me know when the timer goes off, ok?”

“Ok,” Ash sat on the floor in front of the oven, patiently waiting.

All while Sanji went outside with Cordelia. He felt around his pockets for his cigarette case and his lighter, “Did you need some-”

Cordelia grabbed Sanji’s face and pulled him in for the most incredible, deep kiss the two had ever had. Right on the front porch in front of any neighbors who dared to look their way. Never in her life did she see someone so sweet with her son. Let alone his own father. When Cordelia saw Nami in the marketplace barely twenty-four hours prior, she never thought it’d be like this. She swore up and down that it would’ve ended in disaster. That the Straw Hat Pirates wouldn’t have even thought to stay another day after their restock, let alone be at her kitchen table. Or for her to be blessed the next morning, not only with Sanji’s baking, but with Ash at his side.

“Good morning to you, too, sweetheart,” Sanji smiled, “What was that all about?”

“And you were all worried about being a good dad,” Cordelia melted into Sanji’s arms.

“Hold on,” Sanji thought back, “I never told you about that.”

“I’m pretty sure you did,” Cordelia jumped on that same train. Although, she was coming up short, too.

“No,” Sanji shook his head, “I didn’t. I did get drunk with fucking Mosshead one night and tell him that in confidence. I’m going to kill him, Cordelia. I’m going to fucking kill him.”

“No, you’re not,” Cordelia stopped him, “Because you don’t have to worry about that anymore, Sanji. I saw you two in there. No man I’ve ever brought home has treated Ash like that.”

“They also weren’t his dad,” Sanji pointed out. Although, Cordelia’s words made him freeze up, “Cordelia, how many men have you brought into this house?”

“Just one,” Cordelia assured him, “Well…I can up that count to…Let’s see…You, Luffy, Usopp, Zoro, and my ex-fiancé.”

“Your what?” he gasped, “You were engaged?”

“I was pregnant and scared,” Cordelia shrugged, “I didn’t know how to get a hold of you, so I started seeing someone. And we got engaged because I told him I was pregnant. He thought it was his, but we all know better. And he left me shortly after that. And it’s been Ash and me ever since.”

“You know,” Sanji lit his cigarette and put an arm around Cordelia, “I would’ve come back for you. You know that, right?”

“Of course, I do,” Cordelia cuddled into his ribs, “Because you already did.” You just didn’t realize it. Remind me to kiss Nami next time I see her.”

“Excuse me?” Sanji’s heart skipped a beat.

“She’s the one that brought you guys here,” Cordelia explained, “She’s the one I found in the marketplace. If it weren’t for Nami, who knows if we would’ve ever met up again.”

“I’m glad we did,” Sanji blew out his smoke and kissed the top of Cordelia’s head, “Damn glad we did.”

“Me, too,” Cordelia smiled.

“Sanji!” Ash called out, “The timer went off!”

“I got it,” Cordelia gave him one last kiss.

“Thank you,” Sanji let her go. Only to stop her in his next breath, “Hey, Cordelia?”

“What?” Cordelia cranked her neck back.

“Do…” Sanji dropped it, “Never mind. Go before they burn.”

“Ok,” Cordelia ran back into the house while Sanji stayed and finished his cigarette.

Do you think he’ll ever call me Dad…? While Cordelia helped Ash inside, a very exhausted, very hungover man dragged himself up the stairs. And Sanji couldn’t wipe the smirk off his face, “Not feeling well this morning, Mosshead?”

“Fuck. You.” Zoro trudged inside, “Cordelia…?”

“Good morning, Zoro,” Cordelia chimed. But then, she noticed the state he was in, “Oh, Zoro, honey…One, way to destroy the sweet, domestic moment. And two, what happened to you?”

“Ask Nora,” Zoro grumbled, throwing himself on Cordelia’s couch.

“And shore leave claims another,” Sanji came back inside, “Well…I’d blame it on shore leave if this also wasn’t you when we were out at sea, too.”

“Again,” Zoro growled, glaring a hole through Sanji, “Fuck. You. Curly brow.”

“Love you, too,” Sanji looked over at the pans on the counter. And the big, beautiful cinnamon rolls fresh out of the oven, “Do I need to feed you or are you just here to crash on Cordelia’s couch? And hopefully use her shower?”

“Shower might not be a bad idea,” Zoro thought, “I’m not going to put her out.”

“Please,” Cordelia insisted, “Put me out.”

“See?” Sanji gave him a nudge, “You’re not putting her out.”

“Either you go,” Cordelia dropped the ultimatum, “Or I’m taking you out in the backyard and spraying you down with my garden hose.”

“Fine,” Zoro mumbled into the arm of the couch, “I’ll go.”

“You want some breakfast?” Cordelia offered, “Ash and Sanji make cinnamon rolls.”

“God, yes,” Zoro hiccupped a bit, hoping he wouldn’t throw up.

“Ash?” Sanji asked, “Do you remember how I told you to make the glaze for those?”

“Powdered sugar and milk?” Ash assumed.

“Powdered sugar and milk,” Sanji repeated, “Go on. Go make some. Because someone decided to spend a little too much time at the tavern last night.”

“Like Mama does?”

“No,” Sanji shook his head, “Not like Mama does. In the way the people who keep Mama at the tavern do.”

“Speaking of Mama being at the tavern,” Cordelia looked over at the clock and knew what she needed to do, “I have to go to the tavern and talk to Nora. Can I trust you three alone for a while?”

“I’m sure we can handle it,” Sanji promised, “Go ahead, Cordelia. We got it.”

“Thank you,” Cordelia, without thinking about it, stood on her toes and snuck a quick kiss on Sanji’s cheek, “Play nice. Both of you.”

“No promises,” Zoro shut his eyes.

“I’ll do my best,” Sanji swore, “But I’m not going to say my best is going to be up to your caliber.”

“Sanji…”

“Fine, fine,” Sanji dropped it, “Go.”

Cordelia took a quick shower and got dressed before kissing the baby goodbye. But Cordelia was no animal. She had a batch of cinnamon rolls on her kitchen counter. She wrapped one up and threw it in her bag. Cordelia ran off to the tavern where Nora was just about to flip the open sign for the day. Granted, she wasn’t going to start serving alcohol until at least noon, but that didn’t mean the tavern wasn’t a community hub.

“Morning, Cordelia,” Nora ushered her in, “Please tell me you’re working today. I can feel it in my bones we’re going to be swamped.”

“I have a trip to prepare for, Nora,” Cordelia reminded her, “I didn’t think I was supposed to work today.”

“Please, Cordelia,” Nora begged, “I’ve already set up your trainee and she’s not supposed to be in until tomorrow. I don’t want to throw her into fire on her first day. Please? I will pay you double if I have to. Just don’t make me have to work this alone.”

In that moment, Cordelia had an idea. A wonderful idea. Or possibly a horrible idea, but she knew what she could do, “Alright, Nora. On one condition.”

“Anything, honey. Name it.”

“If you sit down,” Cordelia brought Nora to the other side of the bar and dug her present out of her bag, “And eat something before you spiral yourself into passing out. We don’t need that.”

“Where did you get something like this?” Nora gasped, appreciating the beautiful pastry in front of her.

“My kitchen,” Cordelia threw her apron on and left her bag under the bar, “That’s what I woke up to this morning.”

“Lucky you,” Nora ripped off a piece and started eating. And her eyes lit up, “Cordelia, seriously, where did you get these?”

“I’m serious, Nora,” Cordelia swore, “I got those out of my kitchen this morning. When I woke up, Ash was half covered in flour and Sanji was putting those in the oven.”

“Get him,” Nora demanded, “Get him right now. Go back to your house. Go get Sanji. Drag his ass here.”

“Are you sure you want to do that?” Cordelia worried, “People are already starting to file in.”

“All the more reason to have him here,” Nora insisted, “Go. We’re going to need all the help we can get and I want that boy in my kitchen. Hurry up.”

“Ok,” Cordelia wasn’t going to question it. She kicked her shoes off and ran as fast as her feet would take her. And when she got back home, she was lucky she could still breathe.

“Cordelia,” Sanji caught her before she could fall to the floor, “What’s wrong? What happened? Look at me, sweetheart.”

“I’m alright,” Cordelia struggled to catch her breath, but she got there, “I need your help, Sanji. No one else can do this for me.”

“What is it?” Sanji asked anxiously, “What’s going on?”

“Nora…” Cordelia blinked the blurriness out of her vision. How hard did I just push myself? A little too much, but it’s worth it. I hope, “She wants to know if you can come work for her for the day.”

“Seriously?” Sanji looked at her strangely, “That’s it?”

“Yeah,” Cordelia nodded, “Ash, come on. Zoro’s in no shape to watch you. I’m sure Nami’s got her hands full with Luffy and Usopp, so I don’t want to have to ask her to watch you. You’re coming to the tavern, too.”

“Ok,” Ash ran back into his bedroom.

“Hey,” Sanji picked Cordelia’s chin up, “I’ll get Ash taken care of. I’ll be at the tavern as soon as I can. Go back to work. Ok?”

“Ok,” Cordelia let out a heavy sigh of relief, “Thank you, Sanji.”

“You’re very welcome,” Sanji slipped Cordelia a quick kiss, “I love you.”

“And you’re saving my ass,” Cordelia wrapped herself around Sanji’s waist, “I love you, too.”

“When you two are done being gross,” Zoro mumbled into the arm of the couch, “Some of us are still trying to sleep.”

“And I’m sure someone else owes Nora some kind of apology,” Cordelia kissed the top of Zoro’s aching, throbbing head, “But instead, he’s trying to pass out on my couch.”

“And not succeeding because someone won’t leave me alone.”

“Oh, Zoro,” Cordelia awed, “I missed you. But I need to get back to work.”

“See you soon,” Sanji grabbed the door for her and just as she did when she got there, Cordelia ran back to the tavern.

When she got there, the amount of people doubled. And as comfortable as Nora was at the bar, she had to get back to work, too. And lucky for Cordelia, there were a few new, yet familiar faces sitting in a booth by the window. But despite wanting to see her friends, she still had a paycheck to earn.

“Alright, Nora,” Cordelia hopped back behind the bar, “I got him. He’s getting Ash ready and he said he’d be here soon.”

“It’s nice having an extra pair of hands with the baby, isn’t it, Cordelia?” Nora smirked, well aware there was something going on.

“He’s his dad,” Cordelia shrugged, “Who am I to say no?”

“His mom.”

“Fair point,” she let it slide, “But we can talk about that later. Right now, we have a tavern to run.”

“And I got a table of miscreant pirates by the window,” Nora pointed out, “If you want to be so kind and take care of them.”

“Why?” Cordelia giggled, grabbing some menus from under the bar, “Because the only one who can take care of the big, scary, miscreant pirates is another big, scary, miscreant pirate? A former one anyway.”

“That’s the spirit!” Nora sent her off, “Go on. Go make me proud.”

“When don’t I, Nora?” Cordelia walked up to the table of those alleged miscreant pirates, “Hi, guys!”

“Hi, Cordelia!” Luffy smiled, gladly taking a menu. Skimming it was merely a formality. Cordelia already knew what he wanted, “I thought you weren’t supposed to be working today.”

“And I thought you were supposed to be keeping an eye on Zoro last night,” Cordelia retaliated, “You were supposed to be his impulse control and to keep him from getting completely wasted.”

“He seemed fine last night,” Usopp shrugged, “I didn’t see anything wrong with him.”

“Oh, yeah?” Cordelia looked over at Usopp, “And how many did you have last night, Usopp?”

“Hey,” Usopp backed off, “Even I know better than to try and keep up with Zoro. His tolerance is inhuman. I’m not touching that. I’d prefer to live.”

“Which explains why neither one of you are in the same state as him,” Cordelia assumed, “Because I have Zoro currently passed out on my couch and wildly hungover. And ruining my sweet moment of domesticity.”

“What moment of domesticity would that be, Cordelia?” Nami let out a sarcastic little gasp, “What happened after I left last night?”

“I thought it was weird we didn’t wake up to breakfast cooking,” Luffy noticed, “That’s usually a Sanji thing, right?”

“I don’t think Sanji came back to the ship last night, Luffy,” Nami smirked, “Care to share with the class, Cordelia?”

Ding, ding!

“Hi, Mama!” Ash attacked Cordelia’s leg.

“Hi, baby,” Cordelia scooped him up and put him on her hip, “Alright, so, should I just bring you one of everything, Luffy?”

“Yes, please,” Luffy beamed, “Hi, Ash!”

“Hi, Luffy!” Ash wiggled his way down Cordelia’s body and back to the floor. Only to squeeze in next to Usopp, “Hi, guys!”

“Hi, Ash,” Nami melted a little inside.

“Hey, Ash!” Usopp chirped, “What are you doing here?”

“Mama has to work,” Ash explained, “And Zoro’s in no shape to watch me. And Sanji’s working here today, too, so I get to hang out with you guys!”

“Wait a second, Asher,” Cordelia slowed him down, “I never said you were-”

“There’s no harm in it, Cordelia,” Luffy promised, “It’s fine with us if it’s fine with you. We can keep an eye on Ash today.”

“Really?” Cordelia gasped, “I mean, you don’t have to, Luffy.”

“I know we don’t have to,” Luffy assured her, “But we get to. That’s not a problem. If you need us, you need us.”

“Nami?” Cordelia looked over to her, “This rests on your shoulders more than the others. Since you got the other two babies to look after.”

“We can look after ourselves, too, Cordelia,” Usopp clutched his chest, “I can’t believe you’d think-”

“I pulled a splinter out of your finger the other day and you cried like a baby,” Nami reminded him, “Would you care to rethink that?”

“I…” Usopp kept his mouth shut.

“Thought so,” Nami dropped it, “It’s Ash, Cordelia. He’d be the least of my worries. It’s fine with me.”

“Yay!” Ash wiggled in his seat, “Can I have breakfast, too, Mama?”

“You just had breakfast,” Cordelia shook him off, “I’ll bring you apple juice, though.”

“Thank you!”

“I got everyone else, too,” Cordelia wrote down their order, “And I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

“Thanks, Cordelia!” Luffy waved her off.

Yeah. You’re not the one that has to bring this order back to the kitchen. Fortunately, the guy we got back there is used to feeding you in the first place. Cordelia pushed through the kitchen doors and handed off the order, “Guess who just walked in?”

“Hmm…” Sanji read over the receipt and smiled a bit, “One of everything, huh? Could this just be for one person?”

“That obvious?” she giggled to herself, “You want some help?”

“No,” Sanji shot her down, “But thank you. I want complete and total solitude. You and Nora can run the front of the house. I’ll take care of everything back here.”

“You sure?” Cordelia cringed, “Sanji, that’s a lot to take on by yourself.”

“Oh, how quickly you forget,” Sanji grinned, “I’ve been needing a challenge anyway. And Luffy’s appetite will always be a challenge. Trust me, Cordelia. I have everything covered here.”

“And?” Cordelia added, “You do realize we have other customers, too, right?”

“I know,” he nodded, “But again, even on nights when the Baratie was slammed, I could still manage it by myself.”

“But you weren’t by yourself,” Cordelia reminded him, “You had a whole kitchen staff.”

“Cordelia,” Sanji took her face between his hands and gently kissed her forehead, “I know you’re worried about me. But you don’t need to. I have everything under control back here. Like I said before, you and Nora can take the front of the house. Let me cook.”

“Alright,” Cordelia didn’t have to like it, but she would respect it. She knew what Sanji was capable of. So, instead of pestering him about it, she went right back to the front where she belonged.

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Twin Snowflakes part 52: Final Encore

TSF 51 <- Here!

Disclaimer: You may think I typed the wrong name in certain spots. I promise you I didn’t.

“Checkmate?” Shiva echoed back at Summer. She stood up and leaned against the tree she was so kindly flung against. “You can’t be serious?”

“Might as well drop the act. I can feel it, your control undoing itself.” Summer reached out in front of herself. The thought of her sword in her hand became real as day as it materialized. “We are past the point of tricks. Nowhere left for you to go. So yeah, checkmate.”

“In the end..it all leads back to you ay? Fine by me. I put you down before. What’s one more time?”

Cold air became frighteningly still, the moisture building steadily while the ice feeling they both were so accustomed to began to drip. What was a picture perfect snow forest steadily turned to slush as it rained. Summer couldn’t keep her grin in check while Shiva could only scowl harder. Fighting internally and externally was too much, but with a raging vortex of flames outside trapping her, Shiva could give Summer all the attention the girl so annoyingly wanted.

They moved in sync, rushing straight towards one another and clashing so hard that the trees shook. Steel met chilled hands briefly before pulling away violently. Again and again they traded blows that would’ve alarmed anyone if it were possible. Summer bobbed around lethal hands while keeping her eyes trained on Shiva. Their movements took Summer by surprise. She springboarded off Shiva’s chest and bounced through the trees.

“Oh no you don’t!” Shiva took chase. She blasted ice at a tree limb Summer grabbed, making the girl slip and fall to the ground. Shiva dove directly down at her. “Gotcha!”

“Timber.” She said as dozens of limbs she cut rained down from above. Summer got on her feet and watched Shiva evade the debris before making a gravity glyph that caught it all. Summer sent it right back up.

“Tsk!” Shiva punched her way through it all this time, ending with a blow against a shield of hard light dust. Shiva reeled back for another punch but Summer undid it and hit her with a wind blast that sent Shiva above the tree line. “Coward! Fight back!” Shiva yelled.

Summer paid little attention to the insult, focusing on forming several orbs of lightning she fired into the sky. Each exploded, spreading out like a spider’s web across the rain that stunned Shiva long enough for Summer to gain more distance. The buzz of bright yellow and electricity ticking her skin was enough for Summer to point her sword where she needed without looking, building the slush up that Shiva hit dead on. Summer couldn’t believe her eyes.

“Lost your touch for ice and snow?”

“What are you prattling on about!?”

“I just find it interesting that all this water is around the two of us and none of it is freezing. You didn’t even try moving the slush.”

Summer slung more lightning, watching her opponent endure it to get within reach. She switched to time dilation and flame dust. Ten rapid thrusts in the air left hanging flames that launched on a delay. Their explosive power connected with the electricity, creating a burst of plasma that not even Shiva could completely avoid. However, she persisted, finally driving her fist into Summer’s gut before tackling the girl to the ground.

Cold fingers pressed down on Summer’s throat as she tried to breathe. Her blade was angled right into Shiva’s side and pumped full with electricity that ran through both of them. Constant jolts loosened Shiva’s grip enough for Summer to brute force her body up, her forehead slamming right into Shiva’s nose. Summer would’ve followed up if they both were twitching violently.

Shiva flexed her hand out and struck Summer with a huge chunk of ice that sent her crashing through a tree. Her stab wound gradually healed but it was much slower than she would’ve liked. It was disgusting how far everyone has pushed her.

“Can’t believe this…” she growled. “How dare you think you try to rise above me. You’re pathetic! Worthless!”

Summer staggered to her feet. Both of her trembling hands gripped her blade firmly in front of her. “So what if I am…?” She wheezed. “You stabbed my brother.”

Summer drove her sword into the ground and used dust to send out a mass of jagged rock moving like a train towards Shiva, who responded with a similar attack made of ice. Both attacks blocked each other from view and sent debris flying everywhere. Summer kept her wits about her but wasn’t happy to learn that Shiva had fight left in her.

“So what’s your plan anyway?” Summer said on guard. “Even if you beat me, the world’s finest is currently surrounding you.”

A voice came from behind…“Not like they’ll kill me.”

Summer whipped her around just in time to block a dagger to the face. Shiva went for a leg sweep but a backflip onto a platform saved Summer. She put a gravity glyph under Shiva and watched the girl strain herself but move nonetheless.

Shiva grunted, “Grah! How do you have this much dust!?”

“Do you expect me to run out in my head? This place isn’t yours to control as you please. It’s mine!”

“I wouldn’t…count on that!” Shiva hit her hands against the ground.

Snow erupted from under Summer and wrapped her into a giant snowball. Now free to move, Shiva got up and formed a spear of ice she stabbed right through the snowball. When she tried to pull it out however, it wouldn’t budge an inch. Summer came bursting out of the top,grinding down the spear and slashing Shiva across the face as they backed away. Summer’s left shoulder started bleeding while Shiva winced at her own pain. Both held their injuries as they grimaced at one another. This wasn’t going the way either of them wanted.

“What the hell keeps you going?” Summer said in pain. She jumped back and fired off a fireball that Shiva quickly evaded with a jump.

Shiva focused her power the best she could to make a cutlass. The frail blade remained sturdy enough to clash against Summer’s as they swung at each other.

“What happened to checkmate? Did you ever think I’d lose to someone who’s family and has to constantly pave the way for them? Not a chance!”

“Tsk!” Summer pushed Shiva away and ignited her blade. “This fight is just getting started!”

“Heh, no Summer.” Shiva readied herself. “It was over before it began.”

xxxxx

Out in the real world, friends and family watch the roaring of raging flames in unending anxiety. Penny has flown Nick over to everyone else on the summoned Nevermore so they all could be together for what felt like an eternity.

“Its form should break down any moment now.” Penny said, a hint of uncertainty in her voice. “When it does, I will-”

Before she could finish her idea, something unexpected happened. A ray of light shined through the sky unobstructed by the frigid elements. Then…two more rays came through. Everyone looked up and around themselves, gasping as holes in the Diamond Dust snowstorm imprisoning Atlas appeared and grew bigger as the substance began flowing inward in streams. It was only a matter of seconds until the sun shone on the kingdom completely. As glorious as that was, the heroes were focused on the substance.The Diamond Dust rushed the vortex, hitting from all sides and dispersing it.

Nick felt panic hit him and stood up ready to go back in to stop Shiva, but was stopped by Penny putting her arm out in front of him and the others who were moving on instinct like Ruby, Yang, and Winter.

“Wait.” Penny said, scanning the scene. “It’s.. making something.”

More flames faded and with it some light. The base of the explosion was completely put out so the rest could fall apart. Now at the point of impact was a much smaller dome. More importantly, ash and smoke blew away for what looked like a speck of yellow several yards away and moving ever further. Penny used her thermal vision to identify it as body heat, but there was no need. With the flames dying down, Blake began to cry as her ears finally heard what she was searching for; a heartbeat.

“Veronica’s alive.” Blake said in a single breath.

Yang turned to Whitley and he was already guiding the bird back down to the now blackened field of burnt grass and molten metal that cooled under harsh freezing winds.

Veronica put one shaky foot in front of the other. Perhaps it was the intervals of phasing, adrenaline, or the fact she has now overcome her brush with what should’ve been certain death. Whatever the reason, all of Veronica’s strength was now fading from her body. She couldn’t even turn her head up to appreciate the voices calling her name or acknowledge the shadow of a massive bird flying overhead. Veronica had to settle for the comforting sight of both her parents landing on their feet right in front of her with tears flowing down their cheeks.

Veronica gave a tired smile completely with the black ash that soiled her face and singed clothing. “Told ya I was coming back.” She said as she fell forward into her arms. “Is being this tired normal? I don’t think I’ve ever felt this level of it.”

Blake ran her nail across Veronica’s arm, leaving a small scratch behind. “In a matter of minutes you went from amplified to no aura.”

“Oh, I’m zeroed out? Didn’t even notice.”

Yang felt the heat radiate off her daughter, but considering the lack of burns, her aura must’ve only broken moments ago. “If nine lives are real, you’ve used seven at minimum! You’re officially benched.”

“Fine by me…” The girl groaned as she sunk deeper into her parent’s embrace.

Jaune ran over to aid Veronica. Unfortunately his aura began to flicker after a few short seconds of using his semblance. “Shit. I’m sorry you two.”

“Why are you apologizing? You’ve done more than enough.” Blake reassured him.

The trio looked towards the rest of the group standing in front of them facing the rapidly spinning dome. It was so dense that it was difficult seeing Shiva kneeling inside with her arms stretched out to the side. Nick ran up with his blade to give it a good thwack! Sparks went into the sky on contact. Both Nick and the sword were sent reeling back. His feet slid along the ground before stopping exactly where he took off from.

“So that was a bad idea.” He said, working out his wrist.

Winter picked at him. “You shouldn’t have expected anything less. This exact Dust has been keeping us trapped for months.”

Penny scanned the inside of it, monitoring Shiva’s vitals. “She seems… lucid. Like she’s not all here.”

Veronica rolled herself over to speak. “She’s…fighting Summer. Shiva couldn’t even bother to mess with me, and I was right in front of her.”

“So it’s gotten so dire that handling all of us at once isn’t even possible.” Penny surmised. “This is all she has left, but given enough time this pocket of cold will help her gain strength.”

“Ha, in other words, our job remains the same.” Eliza said as she walked closer to the dome.

The young witch held out both her hands in front of her and let an endless stream of fire flow over the dome.

“If I recall, we all agreed that even if the fire is weak, what’s important is keeping the pressure on her. Summer made our fight more manageable. Let’s make hers.” Eliza said casually.

Penny’s swords flew past the girl and acted as lasers that helped attack the beam.

“Eliza is absolutely right! We fight on!” Penny said with much more enthusiasm than the young huntress in training. “Are any of the caches intact?”

Nora looked at the scorched area. “Doubtful but Ren and I can check.” They both ran off to separate ones to cover more ground.

Weiss checked Myrtenaster to find no more fire dust left. She then looked into Summer’s sword to find a little left along with other vials. “Winter, do you have any left?”

“No, but I have ideas where to get more. Ruby, do you have enough aura for a quick trip?”

“Not all the way to the base and back.”

“I wouldn’t make you go that far.” Winter pointed at Almanac. “There has to be several rooms easy to get in at this point. I doubt Shiva disposed of all dust and weapons then froze the combat school over. I’d start with science and training rooms.”

Ruby gave a thumbs up. “Give me about three minutes.” She said with a strained sigh before dashing away.

Fatigue was setting in on multiple people. Though the majority were used to long battles, it was hard not to feel the weight of what it meant failing now of all times. It both shackled yet kept them going. Instead of taking what was left of the flame vial and putting it into Myrtenaster, Weiss had the clever idea to use Summer’s weapon. Fire and hard light dust were blended together to produce a glowing red platform that hovered above Shiva’s barrier.

Nick understood full well he barely grasped the talent in traditional glyph making, but he couldn’t help but look at his mother after seeing her make what was essentially a heat lamp. “You say I’m talented but that is insane.”

“Always work with what you have. Situations breed inspiration. This is no more insane than your plan today. Speaking of which, now is as good of a time to try your final trick. Do what you have to do.”

“Honestly it’s more of a prayer than a trick, but I’ll do what I can!” Nick ran away and grabbed Valerie’s hand while he was at it. “I have a request.”

“Right now of all times? That can’t be good.”

“I need you to protect me in case all this wind decides to turn violent.” He stopped running once he was under the Nevermore behind Blake and Yang. “This should be a good enough distance.”

“Should I be concerned, or saying a few encouraging words?” Valerie said as she watched her friend sit down. “Nick?”

“I’ll be fine. I got you watching me.” He smiled. “Just keep your eyes out on anything suspicious.”

“Okay…good luck.”

Nick crossed his legs and shut his eyes. Howling winds sang in his ear while he allowed his mind to drift as he let the cold into his lungs with three breaths; each one deeper than the last. The howling winds grew more and more distant until they were silenced entirely. Nicholas opened his eyes to Gilgamesh sitting right in front of him with an intriguing smile across his face.

The space around them didn’t feel as cold as before and the dense ice floor wasn’t as abrasive. The most peculiar thing had to be Gilgamesh himself. His body was translucent and endless fleeting snow drifted off of him. Nick didn’t have to ask why. He already knows this fight has taken everything and more when it comes to pushing limits. As if he hit the bottom of a well and decided to dig deeper. Even so, the calm satisfaction that Gilgamesh held in his shining blue eyes was a sense of confusion for Nick.

“What’s with the look?” He finally asked.

Gilgamesh shrugged as he stood up. “We’re doing it. You are doing it. Nothing is being left to the imagination that wasn’t tried. Doesn’t it feel satisfying pouring everything you have and showing exactly what you’re about?” He looked down at Nick. “It’s been scary but oh so satisfying.”

Nick let out a “heh” and stood up proudly. “Gonna feel real shitty about it depending on how this ends. But… yeah, I guess I’ve found a bit of euphoria in the midst of this chaos thinking back on it. So…this is it huh?”

“Nothing left but to do. Whatever happens, happens.”

“Which will be victory.” Nick said sternly.

Gilgamesh a warmer smile, patting Nick’s shoulder in the process. “Well would you look at that? It’s like I’m looking in a mirror.”

Gilgamesh’s body faded away into snow and light that washed over his reflection. All that was left now was Nicholas holding Mort Froide in his right hand. His left joined in to hold it a second later as he raised it above his head. A sparkle in his eyes and hair flashed brightly…

xxxxx

Things were not going so well on Summer’s side of the situation. The girl still held in her heart that “checkmate” was in play, but it wasn’t happening easily.

Temperature grew slightly and the drizzle had turned into full fledged rain that poured down on the decisive final battle. Summer’s eyes fought to keep track of the white blur that bombarded her from every angle as it circled around her. Each blade skirmish was a clash of wills that drew blood from tired limbs and took precious breath out of burning lungs. Summer didn’t know how long this fight was going, but it felt close to endless. Neither had shared anymore words. Shiva’s movements had become manic in nature and left Summer acting on reflexes.

A chilled blade to the torso was returned with tempered steel across the shoulder; a palm the face that slammed Summer against dense oak made her retaliate jagged stone rising from the ground and into Shiva’s gut. All blows felt unpleasant despite the space they were in, but Summer really wished she could bounce back as quickly as her opponent. This very well was her best attempt against Shiva and yet the lunatic was as tenacious as ever. Summer had to assume it was because Shiva was currently in control. To make matters worse it felt as if a gap in power was trying to grow again. Was her strength truly nothing in the face of this woman?

Shiva landed on all fours then all but vanished. Summer could barely track the zigzagging approach with her eyes, let alone move her body in time. Shiva ran into her at full force and instead of defending, Summer grabbed the girl by her sleeves. They were both sent barreling out of the forest and were right over the lake. Summer felt her heart drop to her stomach watching Shiva grin. She felt the girl push down in an attempt to put her back under water to freeze it. Quick thinking and fear made Summer create a glyph below herself to get slammed into. Now she had to maintain it as she struggled with the problem on top of her.

Shiva tried to pull her arms away but Summer’s grip kept them on the girl’s collarbone. Even channeling cold to hurt her wasn’t enough to make Summer let go. Shiva fought to keep the kicking legs below her in place, but wasn’t expecting Summer to suddenly undo her death grip. Arms went straight by Shiva’s head and she felt her ponytail get yanked, hard. Her entire body was pulled back with it and Summer used the momentum to sit up and mount Shiva. Summer knocked the cutlass out of reach and Shiva’s head dangled over the edge of the glyph and she now fought tooth and nail against Summer desperately trying to dunk her into the water.

“LET GO.” Shiva growled and heaved.

Summer couldn’t say anything, desperately fighting back cries of pain as Shiva’s nails dug scratched her arms and face, digging a bit into flesh. Just a little more strength. If only Summer could muster a little more strength! Her lungs struggled to catch their breath and not even the rain cooled her body down. A pounding kept echoing in her ears that made her head hurt and heart beat faster. Was it her heart? Summer didn’t know. Thinking at this point was a struggle. Everything felt so overwhelming yet deceptively close to numbing. Not even her vision wanted to remain clear. Summer had no choice but to bail, jumping off Shiva backwards the best she could.

Shiva didn’t waste an opportunity, grabbing hold of her cutlass and throwing it like a javelin while she tried to recover. What she hadn’t counted on was Summer being barely fast enough to make the beginnings of another glyph. It wasn’t strong enough to outright protect Summer, but the damn thing was durable enough to cause the cutlass to crack. The energy inside it rushed out and the entire thing exploded, blasting both of them across opposite sides of the lake. Shiva’s body slid across the muddy snow. Ignoring the rain and her own injuries, she got back up on her knees in a matter of seconds. Her eyes grew wide seeing Summer on the ground across the water. The girl’s strength had utterly failed her as she struggled to lift her body up. Shiva watched in controlled silence, focusing solely on the power she channeled into her right hand as the world around them grew more violent. At last…the triumph she craved. Shiva fired her ice beam.

The space around it glowed too intensely to be ignored. Water it traveled over froze instantly and all Summer could do was struggle in place as it approached. Her vision didn’t need to be clear to see it, nor did the constant pounding silence its approach. Summer wasn’t certain if she was currently breathing; not that it mattered. Summer hadn’t even noticed that the rain had abruptly stopped, disturbed by a giant crash that trembled the world and brought an end to the pounding.

It all happened so fast. Flickering silver pierced the ground in front of Summer that splintered off the beam in multiple directions that carved up the landscape, encasing all in its path in ice that quickly shattered. Summer went stiff, her eyes recognizing the silver as a sword right before its owner landed right behind it. Shiva was also rigid at the sight of none other than Nicholas falling from the now crumbling ceiling up above. In the blink of an eye, a solid barrier of ice made a dome around Nick and Summer. Chunks of ice hit the ground surrounding the forest, but no impact was louder than the sound that left Shiva’s body as her final bit of clarity faded away.

“NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!” Her voice hollered like bloody murder. That was supposed to be it, the final moment. Her moment of victory after enduring the unfair odds. Yet once again for what felt like the hundredth time, one boy trivialized it. “NICHOLAAAASSS!” All other thoughts were pushed away but unyielding anger as Shiva began bombarding the dome with an onslaught of blasts that did little more than scratch the barrier.

The explosive fit of rage was reduced to nothing grander than muffled screams and rumbling from within. Nick slowly turned his head towards Summer. “I think I pissed her off.” He said dryly and with heavy sarcasm.

Summer was still in shock, her eyes welling up. This couldn’t be real. “N..i..ck?” Her voice trembled. He grabbed her by the shoulders to help her sit up. Though his eyes and hair glowed like Shiva’s, Summer could never mistake that gaze. It was him; Nick was here. “H..How are you-”

All possible questions Summer had were derailed by an unexpected forehead to the nose. It wasn’t aggressive in comparison to everything else she’s been through, but that didn’t stop it from stinging.

“Ow!” She yelped as she held her nose and scrunched her face. “What the hell Nick!?” A single groan left her lips. When she opened her eyes again, a gasp came out upon seeing her brother looking right at her with tears running down his face. “Hey? Shouldn’t I be the one crying here?”

Nick hadn’t planned on unraveling right here, but finally seeing his sister in front of her made it impossible to keep everything in. “I read them, your journals.”

And just like that, Summer felt her heart sink all over again. Looks like she would be crying after all. Tears came immediately as she held her hands tightly on her lap. Her head went down as she suddenly felt so small, wracked with shame over all the words she wrote in each book. Her body jolted from the feeling of Nick cuffing the side of her face to raise her head. There was no anger in his eyes, but the pain that was there made Summer weep.

“I…I can explain. I-”

“Me first.” Nick said calmly, not wanting her to spiral. “I’m not angry. I could never be angry. I’m only sorry I wasn’t a person you felt like you could tell. I…I didn’t listen or see you the way you needed me to. Summer, I don’t resent you for hating me. If what you need is less of me in your life then I’ll accept that, but damn it Summer…I wish you chose anyone in the world to confide in. I’ll take living in a world where you never want a thing to do with me any day because that’s still a world where you’re in it!”

His grip on her tightened as he sobbed. Nick could barely speak. “Don’t..hurt..yourself anymore. I’m sorry; I failed you as a brother.”

Red faced and a complete mess, Summer was quivering as she continued to cry. Her hands reached up and held his in place against her face. “You haven’t failed anyone; it’s not that simple. Gods, I wish things felt that simple, but it’s all a jumbled mess. I hate myself for feeling hatred towards you; towards everyone! I don’t even know if it’s mine if it’s all mine!” She heaved, looking for guidance in his eyes. “Every day feels like I’m still in the lake. I’m drowning, Nick, and I really want to get back on land with you guys.”

Nick wrapped his arms around her and held Summer the same way their parents hugged him after waking up. Never again did he want to feel like she was slipping away. “When this is over, we will all be there and we’ll try again. I’ll be better.”

“Shut up. You’re wonderful to me, I promise.” The warmth around her brought back bittersweet memories of the gentle hugs and hospital visits. “My twin, my fellow knight.”

Their embrace ended. Nick couldn’t stop himself from wiping away Summer’s tears when another loud and muffled shout shook the barrier. “…probably should deal with that.”

His remark made Summer chuckle a little. She nodded, “Yeah, that would be smart.” Summer wiped her own face again and then Nick’s. “Think Shiva will notice the redness.”

“Pretty sure her vision is red at the moment. Although…” Nick took a breath. “That might change soon. I didn’t come here just to chew you out.”

“Are you going to tell me how you’re here and why you’re glowing?”

“Good questions. Not a lot of time catch you up to speed for the past five months, so to make a long story short-”

“Five months?” Summer repeated, in shock. “I’ve been trapped for five months!?”

“….Umm, let’s unpack the rest of that later. Full disclosure, I wasn’t awake for most of it. Anyways, I’m here to finally give you what we all searched for.”

Outside of the barrier, Shiva continued to rage. Hit after hit, from blasts took ice constructs, barely a dent was made. Nick’s ice had to be made from the ceiling from part of the roof. It was the only reasonable conclusion because she’d be damned if her power was waning enough to yield to his attacks! Shiva still couldn’t believe the ceiling was gone! It had always formed with this place and vanished when she couldn’t make her presence known. She had no idea there was anything above it; let alone Nick! Though with his surprise revival along with his abilities, the growing list of things Shiva didn’t account for or never understood began to make a little more sense. It made her grumble. Twins really are far more trouble than they’re worth.

Shiva found a piece of the stubborn ice and made it into her new sword. The vexed girl was ready to jump over there and hack that dome into pieces when a strange sensation came over her. Buzzing filled her head like static, making her stumble from the lightheartedness. Shiva held her head as she found her footing.

“Ugh..” She groaned. It was as if she was rising from slumber before her mind cleared back up. The fit of rage no longer consumed her when she looked at her target. Shiva didn’t even have to waste power on it anymore. It crumbled down like regular snow.

Nick stood on alert silently. Summer however, had the same delirious expression Shiva had; it faded with uncertainty and concern being left behind. Summer tried finding her voice. “S…Summer?”

Shiva blinked twice. She stood up straight and let out the longest sigh of annoyance as her left hand ran through her hair. “So this is how you play things?”

“What?”

Shiva pointed her blade at Nick. “Letting him come here and steal the moment right from under you pisses you off and you know it! Always needing to be saved. Tsk! Take a hike already, Nick!”

Summer couldn’t believe it. Shiva wasn’t even attempting to reject her words.

Nick scoffed, “Typical, still trying to weasel your way out. It’s over for you. This ends now.” He looked at Summer to see if she was ready to fight. What he saw was his sister calmly looking at their foe before looking back at him.

“Hear me out…”

“Summer!” He said worryingly. “Don’t let her bait you! We are this close to-”

“Thank you.” Summer said kindly. “You came all this way and saved me when I needed it most. Now I hate to make you fret over me, but I’m asking you to trust me right now. See you outside?”

“…I’m not changing your mind, am I?”

Summer gave him a gentle smile. Truthfully, she felt like he was more in danger inside here at this moment than she ever was. “Help the others outside. Your little sister has this. See you outside?”

Nick conceded, sighing as he flicked Summer’s forward. “Guess we’ll start trying better right now.” His body began to fade. Nick looked at Shiva’s shit eating grin and smiled back.

“What are you so happy about?” Shiva arrogantly asked.

“I thought of this moment for years, but I never imagined it would look like this. It’s finally here, the last time I’ll ever speak to you again.”

Shiva’s grin dropped as the boy laughed in satisfaction, its echoes being heard after he disappeared entirely. Her eyes shifted to an overly confident Summer who shared her brother’s smile.

“You sent away your chance of victory.”

“I don’t think either of us believe that.” Summer said, raising her blade. “Tell me, did you always know?”

“Still an idiot I see. Of course I knew. Did you truly believe we had nothing to do with one another? Pfft, now I’m asking stupid questions. Of course you did.”

“Then why-”

“Do all this? Go so far? Why must you ask about things you clearly should know!?”

“I’ve never wanted Nick dead!!!”

Summer finally dashed forward, faster than ever! She jumped over the lake with a glyph and came down like a dart. Shiva stood perfectly in place, racing her blade and clashing with Summer’s.

“What were your words at the tournament? I wish you’d just get out of my life?” Shiva grabbed Summer by the collar and pulled her within breathing distance. “Do you understand how many times that single thought has rattled violently?”

Shiva didn’t wait for an answer, throwing Summer into a tree. “I’m just making our wish come true! Same with the rest of them!”

“Nonsense!” Summer swung herself around the trunk and sent out a wide air slash. “ You’re warping my thoughts!”

“Am I?” Shiva spit the air attack with a simple vertical swing, then sent out a cross slash of ice. “Or maybe you’re not as good of a person as you think you are? It was easy, wasn’t it? How many things have you written off as my actions instead of your own? You wanted this!”

Summer rolled to the right and left a trail of lightning glyphs as she slid along the ground. “I wanted to get stronger! To stand alone!” The glyphs moved around Shiva and made electrical pillars that caged her.

“And who's stronger and stands taller than me!?” Shiva twirled in place, releasing a blast wave that broke the cage. “You!? The crybaby that fails every time she’s needed most and needs a stage to feel better about herself!? Don’t make me laugh!”

Shiva got in close, creating sparks again as they swung their weapons. The cutlass moved like a bow across a violin, gliding across steel that protected Summer’s face before moving down to defend her body. Shiva aimed high again then rammed her knee into Summer’s gut. It was enough to make the pathetic girl lurch.

Shiva raised her sword high, ready to chop. “I know you’re not all that clever so I’m gonna say this slowly. Summer, riddle me this, why am I hell bent on destroying you?” Shiva swung down violently but Summer was fast enough to raise her blade. The pain her eyes displayed was a beautiful answer. “Correct.”

Shiva went for another kick. Summer sprung up with a jump and came at Shiva with rapid thrusts that all missed. The cutlass came for her neck again but Summer forced space between them by putting a fire glyph under her own feet. “You’re only showing the ugly side of things!”

“Ugly? Ha, I’m the beauty!” Shiva pointed up.

Summer immediately jumped back as a hunk of ice fell where she stood. It was then diced apart and fired like shrapnel with Shiva already running behind it to follow up. Summer ram right through it by spinning her blade in front of her, and let the long blade dance she had with Shiva continue. Each strike was trying to rip her apart. It’s not that Summer couldn’t keep up, but that she couldn’t overpower Shiva. After all, the words spoken weren’t exactly lies. Summer didn’t want to admit it, but she’s told herself many times that she wasn’t worth much; weaker than her peers and angry at her family. Still, the depths of his hate wasn’t born from her alone. Diamond Dust perverted these doubts for all of her life. That should’ve brought any comfort, but it didn’t. Summer knew she had worth, that others adored her sound and found things to envy. Yet…

“It’s not gonna work.” Shiva said as she knocked Summer away with a powerful kick. “Doesn’t matter if you understand things now. Flood your head with positivity all you like. No one changes so easily. I still want you gone.”

“I can change…” Summer winced, getting up.

“No, no you can’t. It’s the one lie you’ll never believe.”

“I said I can do it!!” Summer yelled.

Shiva’s eyes narrowed. “This is getting old.” She dug her foot into the ground and a chunk of ice shot up from the ground at an angle, hitting Summer in the chest and over the lake. Shiva grit her teeth watching Summer make a platform midair.

As Summer held her chest, Shiva appeared suddenly on the platform with her cutlass already swinging. Summer ducked the lethal blade and was right back to blocking relentless attacks that seemed to be getting rougher by the second. Summer met every attack with her own which only made Shiva angrier.

“Quit it already!” Shiva yelled. “You’ve never done anything that mattered! I’m what makes people not test us! Every day you’ve been buried I woke up just fine and showed these idiots what I’m made of! Me!! Not you, because you don’t do shit! You hide behind your family then complain about standing out. Give me a fucking break! You wouldn’t be anywhere without them! You wouldn’t even be fighting me now!”

Summer blocked a forceful overhead. “There’s…nothing wrong with help! I’m fighting you alone now because I know you’ll never go down otherwise!” She teared up. “I’m not what you say I am!”

“THEN WHY AM I HERE!?” Shiva was seething, tears stinging her face. “You try to loathe me for years when all I’ve ever done IS FULFILL YOUR WISHES!”

Shiva’s attacks became heavier, knocking Summer’s blade around with each one of her frantic blocks. Why wouldn’t this fight end already!? Shiva kept batting this weaker girl around and yet Summer dared to fight.

“What are you waiting for, huh!?” Shiva yelled at the top of her lungs. “If you’re gonna change then change! I’m waiting! Strike me down! Make me step aside if I’m in the way! All your words are hollow. If you want to be strong then get strong! Don’t cower! Stop acting so feeble! You keep talking about living then for fucks sake Summer, grit your teeth and actually FIGHT FOR YOUR LIFE!”

Summer’s blade gave way. Shiva’s cutlass cut across her torso and sent over the edge where she plummeted back into the unforgiving water. Shiva fell back down on the shore, watching waves settle. There was no smile or sense of relief. Only anger and frustration as she gripped her head and screamed at her own conflicting thoughts as she continued crying. As if…she expected more?

“AAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!”

The agonizing cries reached below the water where Summer slowly sank as she stared up towards the light. Of all the things she expected, Shiva crying wasn’t one of them. Instead of freezing the water immediately, she fell apart in dismay. Perhaps Shiva thought so little of Summer that she assumed the battle was won. To give her credit, she wasn’t exactly wrong. Summer hadn’t the foggiest idea how to convince herself of anything that wasn’t self destructive. This was now the third time she ended up in this wretched lake. However, neither her father or all her family were around to help catch her breath. As her body reached the bottom, Summer thought of the words everyone had said to her today. She pushed off the floor and swam up; fighting through the warm pain of her wound.

Shiva finally pulled herself together enough to freeze the water. Not even a second later, a glyph covered the entire thing, absorbing the ice and turning it into the arm of a Gigas. It reached into the water and pulled out Summer; although her clothes and hair were completely dry as she stood in her creations palm. Not only that, but her clothes had changed to her tournament attire. Shiva looked at her with a mix of shock and anger.

“What is this? I’ve obliterated many summons today alone and you think part of one is gonna make a difference?”

“No. Unlike my brother, I still haven’t gotten the move down.” Summer looked at her work. “I’ll get there though. Never thought otherwise. It’ll just take time and effort.”

She moved without warning, returning her injury by getting a clean hit in on Shiva before she could back away. “All things take time and effort.”

“Don’t give that mumbo jumbo. Time is something you had plenty of and you squandered it.”

“I won’t deny that I’ve dragged my feet in places and in others I stopped moving altogether. That still doesn’t mean you get to decide I can’t start moving again!”

“Pfft, and you do? All you ever do is-”

“You’re right.” Summer frowned. “I don’t inspire confidence or believe in myself often. However…my friends and family think so much more. If they say I’m stronger than I know then I’ll take them at their word and keep fighting! Now bring it on!”

Shiva held back her disgust and readied herself as Summer was thrown at her. Shiva went for the face again to get Summer to block. However, her plan ended the moment Summer decided to grab hold of the blade’s edge before stabbing Shiva in the shoulder. Both grunted in pain as they drew blood.

“Grr, are you crazy!?” Shiva watched Summer grip the cutlass tighter.

“Of course. Look at us.” She laughed through the pain. “You said I fight for my life? Watch me put it all on the line!”

Shiva kicked Summer away but she charged right back in. A quick overhead strike was blocked and Summer sidestepped a thrust but the moment Shiva went for a slash aimed at the girl’s left, it wasn’t avoided. Again, Summer raised her arm and only used a glyph to soften the blow enough to keep her steady. Her counter was another stab to the body before a slash across the chest. Shiva started to sweat. It wasn’t that Summer had lost common sense, but had decided the only way to land hits were to get hit!

The timid girl who favored long range and pre-planning was now playing things by ear. Shiva tried to backpedal but Summer refused to leave. This overly aggressive approach made Shiva stand her ground, facing everything head on. Her ice met a blade bathed in fire and lightning that fought back against the cold. Even when Summer was hit in the face or grazed in the leg, she didn’t buckle. A glyph spun them around, knocking Shiva off balance for an opening. Cross slashes and thrusts came in quick succession before they were interrupted by a breath that blew Summer away.

“I’m not done yet!” Summer forced herself to fall with a gravity glyph then ran at Shiva with waves of elemental attacks coming off her sword.

Shiva cut through as many as she could before a wind slash cut her thigh. A flinch was all it took before several more hit their mark. She had no choice but to step back when she noticed Summer had come around to her right instead of charging straight. Shiva ducked a head shot and jumped a leg sweep until Summer forced her back down hard enough that she hit the floor. Shiva looked up to see a blade coming for her life. In a panic she blasted Summer away with her freehand while she tried to free herself from the gravity glyph.

Summer landed on her feet, sliding back a decent distance before standing up straight. With a single breath and her dominant foot forward, she composed herself. Summer was thankful it was here of all places this fight took place. Her next move would be exhausting but she had the dust for it. She gripped the chamber of her blade and spun it so hard it wouldn’t stop. With power in her voice she yelled… “Hey Summer!”

Shiva looked up instinctively and saw the girl standing directly in her path with a glyph big enough to walk through she had never seen before. It was right in front of Summer and facing ahead instead of laying flat. What made it ominous was that there was no symbol in the middle. It was only the outer rim with the center devoid of anything.

“Let’s get creative.” Summer pointed the tip of her blade inside random spaces of the circle. Smaller glyphs made of whatever dust mix was prioritized in the second were left behind. Fire, water, lightning, wind with gravity, ice with rock; any mix could be next until the circle was filled, and all that were created spun like gears. Summer spun her blade a single time like the hands on a clock then pointed at her perfectly imperfect creation. “Solitaire.”

All the elements fired at once, mixing together at the very end like the blade Summer wielded. The entire framework of the glyph began to spin, making the beam twist like a drill.

Shiva struggled more to move from her gravity imprisonment but found it useless. She quickly raised her sword to either break free or defend, yet found herself nearly paralyzed with shock upon noticing all the clashing had left fragile; chips and cracks trying to spread from the extra force weighed down on it. Shiva couldn’t believe it. She’d been played for a fool.

“Tsk!” Her teeth clenched as she looked over her shoulder at the lake that was dangerously close behind her. “You think I’m scared!?” She brought her sword up in front of her with both hands bracing it for impact. Shiva gathered as much ice and snow as she could muster in this split moment before fending off this attack.

It struck the blade in a continuous beam as Summer continued to pour all her strength into it. There was denying Shiva’s strength, her tenacity to face anything. However, Summer was surrounded by capable people all her life and one fact reigned true. No person could handle anything and everything all at once. Neither knew what element did it, but the cutlass broke. Shiva kept her arms out to push against the blast as it slid her closer to the shore.

“No…” Shiva grunted, arms shaking. “No, no, no, no, no, NO! It doesn’t end this way! It doesn’t end this way!!! I won’t let it!” Her shouts were filled with panic and bargaining as the cold water reached her feet. “Summer I… I…”

In that instant, pure fear was heard, and the sound it made shook Summer’s world.

“I DON’T WANT TO DIE!”

The beam won out, taking Shiva right into the lake and causing a splash that looked more like a geyser erupting. Summer fell to her knees from fatigue as her attack ended, but she did not rest. “That voice…” she uttered, scrambling to the water and jumping in.

Summer moved as fast as she could to the point of impact before diving below the surface. Her eyes searched frantically to confirm the source of her urgency. As she swam deeper down, she found it. Summer held it tightly while swimming back up in no time at all, coughing as she took her first breaths along with a girl no older than five; herself.

They cried heavily and shook in fear as they were dragged back to the shore where they quickly pushed Summer away and fell to the ground, their glowing eyes never looking away.

Summer couldn’t believe her own eyes. “Y..You-” she took a snowball to the face. “Hey!”

“This is all your fault!” Shiva cried. “Why’d you even save me if you’re just gonna get rid of me!? I don’t want to die! There’s…so much I still want to do.” She wept.

The experience was surreal for Summer. A moment ago she did everything to put someone in the lake, and now this. Of all the times she’s seen herself, it was never the day of the accident. “You can’t swim.” She said broken up, remembering it all. “And I know how scary it is to drown without even being able to scream.”

Summer’s exhaustion finally made her sit down, causing Shiva to flinch. Hearing her cries for more than what she was given tugged at Summer’s chest. “You’re not every negative thought, are you? I was the one who was always fine with any way out. But you, you always reared your head at every life risking moment. Falls, the grimm attack in the woods, my cuts…” she trailed off for a moment. “You got everything I envisioned, including the desire to live. You’re proof I want to live.”

“And you wanna throw that all away!”

“No! That’s not- we are not meant to be like this! Summer, we aren’t well. What happened that day has twisted so much of what we’ve become. Stop lashing out!”

“Stop taking it!” Shiva wheezed. “If I’m not strong, then everything hurts! I already told you, I’m what makes the difference.” She dug her tiny hands into the ground. “If I’m gone then what will you do!?”

“That’s pretty obvious at this point. I’ll channel you. I mean if I learned anything today it’s that we’re pretty capable. That and stubborn.” Summer calmly said, more certain than she’s ever felt.

Shiva’s cries turned to whimpers and sniffling before she stopped all together. The sheer insanity of that answer, and the look Summer gave with it no less. It was enough to make anyone protest. Yet…Shiva found herself sighing instead. Her body became heavy and she fell backwards everything became blurry, but she could hear Summer getting closer. Shiva was put on Summer’s lap and found herself looking up into the girl’s eyes. Flowing up into view were tiny crystals and snowflakes.

“Fine.” Shiva said weakly. “Not like I could stop you. Checkmate is finally here. I’m…sleepy.”

Summer spoke softly. “We- I’ve caused a lot of trouble. Can’t say it’s all been worth it or that I’ll turn everything around, but I can say thanks for keeping me alive. I’ll take it from here, Shiva.”

“Heh, make up your mind. I thought we were past calling me that?”

“Are we?” Summer looked around at the crumbling world. It’s carved landscape, ruined trees that faded, the many scars of their battle, and the broken ice weapon in pieces on the ground. She looked back down. “Between what Nick told and what I put together, so many things make sense now and are unraveling. All except for one thing, an undeniable fact that sticks out the more I think about it. I’ve never used a cutlass, yet you wield it like a pro.”

Shiva smiled. “Hmm, a real head scratcher, isn’t it?”

And just like that, the little girl turned to snow that floated away as everything turned pure white. In the quiet space, one last thing was spoken.

“Look after your brother. Goodbye, Summer Schnee.”

xxxxxx

“Summer!” Called out the muffled voice of Nick.

What was a void of white became completely dark. Then, Summer opened her eyes to a circle of crying faces looking down at her. Each and every one of them filthy, covered in smoke and sweat from head to toe; including herself. She slowly turned her head right to look at Nick. He was holding her tightly and looked the most banged up, hair and eyes back to normal.

“Summer?” He said again.

The girl smiled weakly as she finally began to cry. “Who else would I be?”

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daddysfangirls-anime · 2 years ago

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Mini Captain

Pairing: Levi x fem! child! reader

Summary: Levi’s got a daughter. Nobody knows this, except for Hanji and Erwin, until one day she shows up unexpectedly. Who knew Levi could be so sweet.

Woah this place is huge

(y/n) though as she took a peak from under the supplies she was hiding in.

In a desperate attempt to see her father little lady (y/n) decided to hide in a supply cart said to be going his way. Amazingly she made it without getting caught. Now she had to get out and into the castle with out getting caught ."Stealth mode" (y/n) whispered as she jumped out of the cart and behind a stack of hay. There were more people here than she thought. This was going to be difficult

(y/n) found an opened window checking for a clear go she climbed in.

I’m in.

“hey, what are you doing here”

I’m out.

(y/n)tried to climb back out the window but it was too late. The man pulled her from the window "come here, kid. How'd you get here? what are you doing?" the man gripped her wrist and pulled her along. (y/n) was saying anything for reasons as the man dragged her down the hall stranger danger, she was scared, and was obviously in trouble.

"you've got nothing to say. That alright I'll take you to commander Erwin and he'll deal with you." (y/n) was a bit relieved now knowing she was going to her uncle/ commander Erwin. He wouldn't be me, right? Regardless of who she was going to she kicked, punched, and clawed at him, she would've to bite but she had no clue where he's been, he was cutting the blood circulation from her wrist. People looked at them confused and amused as they watched his struggle with her, she was roaring like an animal. It was strange a little girl in flowery dress boots and a bow being dragged by a man.

"commander" the man called out seeing commander walking with a cadet "I found this child trying to sneak in, what do you want to do with her?" (y/n) goes limp as the man picks her up. Erwin raised his enormously bush eyebrow at her.

"Hi" (y/n) said looking at Erwin upside down.

"Hi," he said "put her down I'll take care of her" as the man set her on the floor (y/n) took her hand. The man watched as his commander walked away with the girl skipping at his side he was left confused for the rest of the day. Erwin took (y/n) outside where the rest of cadet stood to wait for roll call.

Erwin didn’t ask her how she got here the faint smell of alcohol made it clear she came in with the supply carts. He instructed her to go stand in roll call with the other cadets in between Connie and Sasha. Everyone was confused, what was a child doing here? why was she in line? Why was she with Erwin? did she have relation to him? No one really had time to ponder over their questions before Levi arrived.

Levi took attends and inspected the uniforms and salutes as he called names. " Braus" he called he looked her up and down. She was good. " Ackerman" he called Mikasa stepped forward "Sir" "not you, her, " he said pointing to (y/n). Squatting down to her level he fixed her salute and bows then moved on to the next cadet.

"all of you 15 laps Little Ackerman 5, now all of you get to running" (y/n) took off running with the rest of the cadet she casually talked to them as she tried to keep up pace alongside them.

Levi ran a hand through his hair and sighed "when did she get here?" "a few minutes ago along with the supplies. Nobody noticed" Erwin said smirking

"why am I not surprised?"

"because she's a mini version of you. Just with more emotions" Erwin teased "she wants to see daddy"

"you're not funny, You extra tall shit"

After 4 laps little (y/n) gave up on running and collapsed dramatically on her face to the side, she didn’t want anyone stepping on her.The running this was not new she offend trained with her father running, exercising, combat lessons, talking and show of gears. Levi did as much as he could with a little 4-year-old. Which meant two laps and she was done, touching toes turned into ' watch me roll', a punch in the arm was a head-butt to the dick, and showing off gear let to 'let me try'. This was not new it was actually normal, (y/n) was a mini soldier in training (not that her father or uncle would ever allow her to see battle).

"are you okay?" (y/n) rolled over and looked up to see 4 people above her Sasha and Connie from the line and two blonds both small one was obviously a girl and the other ....it was a mystery.

"are you okay?" the mystery asked (y/n) nodded "do you need help?" the blond girl asked

"you've been faced down for a long time everyone was a bit worried," Connie said "would you like to finish our last lap with us" he offered his hand

"okay" (y/n) said taking his hand she as took Sasha's hand and the three jogged while holding hands, kind of like a family. So cute.

"I'm (y/n) Ackerman" she introduced herself "Connie " "Sasha " "Christa" "Armin" ah so it is a boy.

The five ran across the finish with a cheer. During combat and gear training she was sidelined. Actually she ended up playing tag with Connie and Sasha during combat trains.

Levi had yet to speak to her he didn’t even ask how she got here or why she was here.His silences scared (y/n) made her believe she was in trouble. She wondered how angry he was last time he was full on angry with her was the time she had snuck into the underground because she wanted to see where he grew up. He spent an hour yelling and her and more just holding her. She remembered that built up he didn't yell at her until an entire day after the incident. He wasn't talking to her now and she had already been here a few hours. oh, this was going to be bad.

Levi had told Erwin he was going to return to his office and that he could finish training the cadets. (y/n) was scared as she followed her father to his office. She had not thought this plan through. Entering his office and closing the door Levi took a behind his desk and began to do paperwork. "sit" he said motioning to the couch she took a seat "I already know how you got here. Now the question is why are you here?" Levi didn't look up from his paperwork as he talked.

"you hadn't written home in a while and my birthday was coming up soon and I wanted to see you." (y/n) said in a shy voice Levi opened his desk and pulled out a sealed envelope "I was going to send it today. And I would have never missed your birthday I already got your gifted."

"really?! What is it, what is it"

"you'll have to wait and see". The rest of the time spent in Levi's office was just talking and working, Levi did paperwork (y/n) drew pictures.Levi appreciated that his daughter was born with a small voice, very quiet. Most children at birth cried all the time and were very messy, not (y/n) she was a little angel. Until she got to the terrible twos and the ability to walk at that time she was a little too adventurous Levi could not count how many times he had literally lost his daughter. But it was nothing he couldn't handle.

She was a mirror image of Levi and her mother. Clean and quiet like Levi shied away from most human connected but so bright and loveable like her mother so sweet cared for every and anyone. There were also Jokes about being like her aunt and uncle. She had a lust for knowledge about any and everything like aunt Hanji, the girl had a collection of books on her bookshelves at home to prove it. She was also very determined just like her Uncle Erwin if she wanted or need something no matter how she got she wouldn't stop until she got it. A little bundle of joy for every one she was.

Levi looked up from his paperwork to see (y/n) on the floor she had a neat stack of pictures next to her. They must have been there for a long time. The sunset proved this.

"Hey Brat, let's head down for dinner. Let you meet my squad " Levi said

"Squad Levi" (y/n) squealed as she took followed her father. He chuckled.

Walking into the dining hall all conversation stopped as Levi walked in. He walked in head held high, as usual, he used to things getting quite when he entered up not silent, this was new. He thought they were looking at him. Actually, they were looking at his mini-me who wore his cloak.

He folded his arms she folds her arms he glared around she glared around he goes 'tch' "what are you looking at ?" "tussh what are you looking at" she tries to repeat failing. Levi looks back at her and waves her forward the get their dinner and sit with his squad. The dining conversations began again.

As the two sat down Levi was explain the sound he had to her 'tch' she goes finally getting it right "there you go" Levi praises her. Levi squad doesn't say anything just stare at their little visitor waiting for their captain to explain.

"Everyone this is my daughter (y/n)" Levi said," (Y/n) this Petra, Erd, Oluo, and Gunter say hi"

"Hi Hi I'm (y/n) Ackerman," she says before stuffing her face with food

"you've got a daughter, " Oluo said in disbelieve. No one could believe the great heartless Captain Levi Humanity's Strongest had a kid a little girl. A sweet one at that, an angel. It was like she was the complete opposed of Levi but his twin at the same time. Levi found their reaction hilarious along with the way (y/n) answered their questions. Amusing enough to make him give a small smile.

Everything seemed to be going peacefully everyone was minding their own business, sure there was chanter about (y/n) but nothing bad. But then she came she was something no one was ever prepared for she was uncontrollable they assigned a handler to her but not even he could control her. Busting into the dining hall she let out a monstrosity of a roar "(Y/N) " racing to their table Levi tried to hide her but it was to let she had picked up her scent, the child was doomed. Levi whispered into her ear "you're on your own kid" before scudding as far as he could away from her. Everyman for themselves.

"(Y/N)" Hanji ran quickly to their table Commander Erwin behind her, you could see the sympathy in his face poor child "Oh my (y/n) it's been too long how is my pretty intelligent baby I've missed you so".

(y/n) didn't fight back as her aunt suffocated her she knew better than to do that Hanji would calm down eventually and she breathe again. Last time she had fought against Hanji's hug Hanji thought she didn't love her and stopped talking to her, that was horrible.

"Hanji I don't think she's breathing" Uncle Erwin was her saver the time, Hanji notice and set her down" how much have you putting her back now

"like this much " (y/n) opened her arms wide "How much have you missed Daddy," Levi asked

"my arms aren't that big" Levi smirked knowing he was loved more than Hanji.

Dinner continued on everyone talked and got to know (y/n). Levi like this his squad getting to know his daughter she really seemed to like them. Levi knew that tomorrow he'd get shit from your mother for not taking you home as soon as he found you but he was going to take the punishment it was totally worth this moment. You were happy and save nothing else matter. You were with him.

After (y/n) fell asleep at the table Levi decided it was bedtime. Those who were left over watched as Levi carried sweet (y/n) to away. It was adorable watching the Captain with his daughter no one would have thought he had a soft side let alone any family.

Hanji stood at the door with Erwin as they watched Levi get (y/n) ready for bed it was funny watching (y/n) fight to keep her eyes open as she brushed her teeth. It was also so pure and heartwarming to watch Levi do something so domestic and caring.

"she'll have to go home tomorrow," Hanji said as she helped Levi tuck her in bed she was already fast asleep " I know. A day wasn't enough" Levi confessed as he kissed her forehead.

"Maybe I could schedule some time off for you or for her to come visit. I'm not trying to take you away from your family Levi if you want to go to them all you have to do is ask" Erwin said, he had already scheduled a few days off for Levi to see his family after he found (y/n) had arrived on her own.

"Thank you," Levi said as he tucked himself into bed "now get out" Hanji giggled kissing both Levi and (y/n) cheeks then blowing out the lights.

"good night, Levi"

"night, shorty"

"night eyebrows, shitty glasses"

Today was definitely not enough. Oh, how he wished he had more time with her to let you get to know his squad his place of work why he wasn't home. But time was always limited. two weeks from now they would be going on an expedition outside the walls he had a bad feeling about this one. He wished he had more time with her just enough time so that if he weren't to come back her wouldn't forget his face. Of course, she wouldn't forget the things he did because she did them to but he feared you'd forget his face. he didn't want to leave her but he also wanted her safe and he knew only he could keep every on everyone safe.

Pulling you to his chest Levi kissed her forehead sweetly and squeeze she tightly " I love you" he whispered knowing she was asleep, or so he thought.

"I love you too, daddy" (y/n) mumbled as she nuzzled herself into her father's neck to sleep.

He smiled in the dark a real genuine smile, that's what he needed to hear.

"night night Captain" he chuckled

"night night mini Captain"

A mini Captain she was indeed.

#attack on titan #attack on titan fanfiction #aot fanfiction #AoT #snk anime #snk fanfiction #snk #LEVI ACKERMAN #Levi fanfiction #Daughter

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he-ck · 9 months ago

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I keep making myself upset.

My own partner isn’t even attracted to me.

I’m totally happy with settling down and starting a family life, but I’m still a very sex dependent person and we literally never do anything, but I push them away more when I mention that it bothers me.

They don’t owe me sex, but they were SO sex obsessed before we got serious, literally cheated on me because they weren’t getting enough sex, and now they never want to touch me intimately.

We don’t even make out.

The only thing I asked for Valentine’s Day was just make out with me. No sex necessary. I just wanted to be kissed and loved on.

Don’t get me wrong, they made me a fantastic dinner and it was delicious, but I know it wasn’t totally for me. It was for their ego to be boosted more so than it was to cook for me.

That’s not a bad thing btw!!!!! Cooking makes them confident so when they find an excuse to cook, they do, and I love it!!!

But if it was for me, they would’ve asked me what I wanted. Idk. I’m not upset about the dinner btw, it’s just like

I’m constantly trying so fucking hard to keep them wanting me and I’m exhausted.

I’m a huge kinkster and I have a super high sex drive and we have sex maybe twice a month.

When we have had sex the last few times, I got super insecure because I didn’t feel connected with them. They made it feel like it was a chore for them… the very last time we had sex I orgasmed, but I feel awful for saying I faked it a handful of times before that.

It’s not because I wasn’t enjoying myself or because it didn’t feel good, it felt amazing, but I just start getting so insecure and they get so impatient waiting for me to orgasm and it’s not like they ever do foreplay or try to help me get there… they don’t do much outside of just penetrating.

There’s been a few times where they’ve tried to pleasure me, but I can count all those times on one hand and they never seemed to be into it.

Their biggest thing they’d say to me and the girls they cheated on me with were “making you cum is my ultimate goal tbh” and it’s almost embarrassing that they say that and then just… don’t put in the effort?

They’re not bad in bed, they’re just.. selfish. That comes off really mean, but it’s the only word that fits. Once they’re finished, sex is finished. Whether I came or not.

I’m a bigger person and being on top is hard and doesn’t even feel good, tbh the only position I can orgasm in is doggy bc of the angle.

I feel like it’s karma though bc before I was thinking about how I wished they’d explore kinks with me and be less vanilla together (they’ve made it clear to me and every other person they were fucking around with that they were absolutely not anilla) and like.

I’m used to people desiring me. Not to sound conceited, I just know that I am sexually appealing to most people and I’m constantly getting dms and I always turn them down (I don’t deserve an award for being loyal btw that’s the bare minimum) so not being wanted by the person I’m spending the rest of my life with is hard.

They say they just aren’t horny bc of stress, but there was more stress going on when they cheated on me and were extra horny. When we first got together they wanted to fuck constantly, even when their other girlfriend was around.

Ever since I had my miscarriage and got these stretch marks from our pregnancy, they haven’t once wanted me.

And now here I am, being pathetic on Valentine’s Day in lingerie that they barely looked at, next to them while they’re fast asleep and feeling sorry for myself.

I got all prettied up hoping they’d want me. I mean, it’s Valentine’s Day, I put out rose petals, had the champagne on the bed, wore lingerie under my cute little pink dress, did my makeup, even put new wax in to make the room smell like sugar and fruit.

Maybe I really am not attractive. I know I gained weight from being pregnant, I got up to 211 lbs.

I’ve lost a little weight since then, but I clearly need to lose more.

I’m just scared that even if I lose the weight, that might not be why I’m unattractive now. What if it’s just my face? My cellulite? How short and stubby I am? Why did they even get with me in the first place?

I just feel miserable again. I’m always trying for everyone around me to love me and it always just results in me hating myself more.

And I can’t even say any of this to them because they’ll just curl up and cry and not make a difference. They’ll shut down and I’ll comfort them and they’ll get upset I’m comforting them and then there’s nothing else to do besides us both being miserable, so I’m just miserable alone.

I can’t change that they don’t want me so there’s no point.

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fingertipsmp3 · 2 years ago

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Me: I need something crazy to happen to tire me out so I can fall asleep in time to wake up well-rested at 6AM

Spider in my bed: say no more :)

#i literally JUST showered and now i’m covered in sweat from waving a vacuum around and yelling. great!#i would’ve put it outside but it was huge and i didn’t want to touch it and also it was NOT cooperating #it was like ‘i am sleeping in this bed tonight’ and i was like ‘no the fuck you’re not. i need to be up at 6am’#let it be known that i will kill in cold blood any creature that tries to interfere with my sleep. including spiders which i actually like #most of the time anyway #and well. now i think i’ve given up on trying to sleep well. because i know i won’t #it is going to be 19 fucking degrees all night and i need to drink iced water to cool down #and also so i don’t wake up with a dehydration headache #so this means i am going to need to pee about 8 times tonight #and i brought my writing notebook to bed with me so i can go to sleep without screentime #(ignore the fact that this post is coming to you live from a screen)#so that’s pretty much going to mean i either end up staying up til 2am having amazing ideas #or writer’s block hits HARD and i read the odyssey instead #OMG did i mention i bought emily wilson’s translation!! i haven’t yet finished the introduction but i’m so excited about it #it’s such a gorgeous edition as well. i look at it and i’m like ‘yeah. this is how this ancient epic poem was supposed to be presented’#apparently she’s going to translate the iliad as well and i cannot wait #so that’s where i’m at right now. i also think i’ve pulled something in my knee. so uhhhh #i am going to have an absolutely miserable day tomorrow but it’s fine. they’re not even going to give me the job probably. but it’s FINE #i’m FINE #personal

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missmeinyourbones · 2 years ago

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DON’T WANT YOU LIKE A BEST FRIEND

tags: post timeskip!megumi, best friends to lovers, fake dating, wedding AU, drinking & mentions of alcohol, lots of pining and yearning, me writing this and including a lot of megumi dialogue bc writers on here love to make him mute and indifferent >:( he is very passionate to me >:( | wc: 5.4k+

He’s made a mistake.

Oh, Megumi has made a huge mistake.

He knew he should’ve listened to that tiny, pessimistic voice in the back of his mind when you’d asked him to attend a wedding with you.

Granted, it’s not a terribly strange ask of you—you are best friends, after all. But Megumi should’ve denied your advance the second he discovered the twist to it.

He wasn't there to be just any old regular wedding plus one. He was there to be your date, your faux boyfriend for the night. To put on a show so your relatives could get off your case for being single.

With hesitance, he agrees. He can’t not agree to helping you out. Not when you’re his best friend, not when he feels his heart skip a beat every time you so much as sigh in mild disappointment or irritation.

But, god, was he wrong when he thought he could handle this.

He spends the week leading up to the wedding panicking over the unknown. What color would you be wearing? Would he have to dance with you? What’s the proper etiquette of a fake-boyfriend? Is there proper etiquette for such a role? Does he hug you? Hold your hand? Does he kiss you? The logical part of him is in complete shambles, leaving his idiotic instincts on autopilot.

I mean, you’d barely given him any information other than two main points: one, your relatives are snobby rich assholes, and two, all he had to do was “sit there and look pretty” (which made the tips of his ears instantly burn with a warmth only you can seem to provide these days).

Regardless of the way the passing comment made him feel, his sleepless nights and your lack of detail were enough to prove his inner conscience correct when it said that this was a mistake.

Megumi pulls his black SUV into your driveway with a swift turn of the steering wheel. The overplayed pop tune lowly vibrating his speakers further irritates his already overstimulated thoughts. With a brash turn of the dial and muting of the radio, Megumi doesn’t think twice before sending you a text that simply reads:

“Here.”

Before he can even make an internal comment about how big of a douchebag move it was to text you instead of going up to your door, the buzz of his phone demands his attention.

“Be out in a few mins. Running a little late, sorry! :)”

He takes a deep breath. Okay, that’s good. You don’t think he was an asshole for texting you that he was here.

Actually, maybe it’s better this way. Maybe you would’ve thought he was weird for going up to your door. He’s never done that when picking you up before. And this is a fake date, right? Maybe he wasn’t supposed to commit to the bit too early and—

The shaking of his car door handle jolts him from his thoughts. You stand outside, a smile on your face as you patiently await for him to unlock the door. He does so, wordlessly.

You didn’t even get out and open the door, the agitating voice returns. A real boyfriend would’ve done that.

You get into the car with a quick and hectic greeting, paired with an apology for making him wait a few minutes for your final touches.

Though a pair of scrappy heels clinks together in your left hand, and a water bottle (filled with a splash of liquid courage) balances in your right, Megumi can’t take his eyes off of you. He spares a glance to your dress—navy blue. He doesn’t know why the color makes him instantly sweat.

He doesn’t return your hello, or even appease your worry of keeping him waiting in the car. Instead, like a fool, he chokes on his own words.

“You—”

Nothing follows his stuttered response as you turn your attention towards him. Blushing furiously, he looks down towards his empty lap.

Composing himself, he manages to get out a shaky breath, “You look beautiful.”

He looks up just in time to see how your smile meets your eyes with a crinkle at his genuine compliment.

“Thanks, Megumi,” he swears he sees you blush, “you look really nice, too.”

The voice in his head asks him if the fake-relationship talk has started yet. Did you really think he looked nice? Or were you just practicing for later tonight, when you say it in front of your relatives?

He places an arm behind your headrest as he backs out of your driveway. The GPS reads an ETA of 45 minutes. Megumi’s not sure if he’ll survive the ride.

“So,” he attempts to begin casually, though his white-knuckled grip on the steering wheel says otherwise, “what’s the story?”

Your voice elevates with genuine confusion, “The story?”

Megumi looks a bit embarrassed as he sheepishly shrugs, eyes remaining on the road. “Y’know, like if people ask us questions, or something.”

“Oh, right,” you’d forgotten the scenario at hand. “Well, I guess we could just be honest.” It’s a statement, but your voice fluctuates in pitch towards the end, making it sound more like an uneasy question.

Megumi releases the first of many nervous chuckles of the evening, “Honest, like ‘we aren’t actually dating, I’m just doing this to appease your snobby extended family’ honest?”

A giggle of your own escapes, not as nervous as his, but still riddled with a bit of unease. “No, god no, not like that.”

Sliding your heels on, you fiddle with the strap by your ankle.

“Honest, like ‘we met at school, hit it off instantly, became best friends’ honest,” you nonchalantly offer, before quickly elaborating, “except, we just say that we fell in love throughout the process.”

Easy for you to say, the voice echoes in Megumi’s brain. Because that is honest, he thinks bitterly, at least to him it is.

He releases another quick sigh before nodding his head in agreement and turning up the radio to avoid any further conversation. Another trashy pop tune fills his ears, but he ultimately decides that it’s better than discussing the night’s possibilities.

At first, Megumi was under the impression that he’d be lying like a sinner in church for the next few hours, but something tells him that this role might involve a lot more honesty than he initially intended.

...

The country club is nice, Megumi notes as the valet plucks his car keys from his hands with a smile.

Alright, it’s more than nice. It’s insanely posh. Megumi almost feels like he’s imposing just by walking up the stone stairs of the entryway. His shoes aren’t expensive enough for this.

Since the bride was an extended cousin of yours, you were lucky enough to skip out on the actual ceremony. Besides, with the stakes at hand, the reception was more than enough.

The two of you float around cocktail hour, kindly smiling at a few strangers but making no moves to insert yourself into any conversations. You sip on the drink of the night—some lavender drink with tequila and lemonade, an ode to the couple’s first meeting (according to the embroidered napkins that you don’t care enough to read about). Megumi more so plays around with the ice in his cup, making a face of distaste every now and then he sips.

The conversation is in whispers, consisting of hushed explanations of those around you. An older man with a red bowtie passes the pair of you, and you utter something about him being the father of the bride. You casually note that the woman standing behind you is your mother’s cousin’s godmother, but when Megumi turns his head to get a look at her, you pull his collar with a sharp “don’t stare!”

So far so good, is what Megumi finds himself thinking. This is easy enough. No one’s cornered you for conversation yet, he hasn’t had to introduce himself as your romantic counterpart, the faint feeling of your fingertips skimming his throat when you grabbed his collar still burns brightly. This is nice.

Or it was nice, until he jinxed himself.

You hear her before you see her, and the piercing sound of her voice is enough for you to identify a migraine forming.

“My darling! You look...” your aunt seemingly trails off as she scurries over to you, catching herself before fumbling over her syllables, “well.”

“Thank you,” you naturally reply with a nod of your head, ignoring how her voice wavers around the backhanded compliment, “it’s nice to see you again.”

Her eyes, almost predatory, squint with a cunning smile before seamlessly gliding over to where Megumi stands beside you.

“And this must be the boyfriend,” she gestures to him with a tight-lipped grin.

His heart nearly beats out of his chest at her simple words, ones he’s only dreamed of hearing in reference to you.

“Yeah, that’s me,” he awkwardly offers her a sweaty hand to shake, “the boyfriend.”

Your aunt accepts it eagerly with a look that he—although just meeting her—can immediately identify as judgment hidden behind an artificial smile. It’s in this moment that Megumi declares her as being similar to a vulture—hunched shoulders, sharp features, and glossy eyes reminiscent to those of a hunter.

Quick greetings are exchanged. Routine small talk weaves its way in, out, and around your conversation. Your aunt asks you about work and you lie about a past promotion, which somehow segues into her own personal problems. She beckons her husband over from where he leans against the doorframe, while mentioning something about how the two of them haven’t been resting much between vacations and purchases and grandchildren.

Your uncle doesn’t address Megumi—which you’d warned him of prior, as your snobby rich relatives don’t like to treat people they haven’t heard of with basic respect—and instead points an accusatory finger in his direction while addressing you.

“Is he good to you?” your uncle grumbles behind a glass containing a light-colored alcohol, as if Megumi isn’t there, standing right beside you with a similar drink in hand.

“Of course,” you quickly stir with conviction, “he’s great, really.”

You turn your head to look at your boyfriend beside you, only to find him already looking back at you. With a soft smile, for him and not your uncle’s accusation, you beam, “He’s my best friend.”

Not a lie in the slightest, but not quite the full truth, the words feel heavy on your tongue. Megumi is your best friend, but there’s an overlap—an overlap of some not-so-friendly feelings for your closest companion.

Your aunt’s shrill voice breaks the silence of the moment, and for once, you’re grateful for it.

“I remember that honeymoon phase, being young and in love,” she coos at the two of you with a blushing grin. Megumi feels his hand hovering the small of your back twitch at her next comment.

“Doesn’t last forever,” she half-teases, “so don’t take it for granted.”

His hand tightens around his glass.

It’s a joke, Megumi has enough personality to realize that she’s just poking fun at the differences married life can bring to a couple. But still, something inside of him churns at her light-hearted words.

“I think it’ll always be like this,” Megumi is quick to blabber out.

Her eyes widen a bit at his abrupt reply. “Like this?” she searches for clarification.

Megumi panics. He doesn’t dare turn his head to see your expression, though he can see your wide eyes gawking at him in his peripheral vision.

Your aunt expectedly awaits his elaboration as your uncle shoots him an even dirtier look than before—which Megumi didn't even think was possible.

He loosens his grip on his glass as he takes a deep breath, “Y’know, this…right.”

He hears a nervous laugh from his side, and when he quickly turns to face you, he swears that blush lingering on the apples of your cheeks wasn’t there before.

Your uncle, face still incredibly sour, lets out an affirming hmph. Your aunt’s fabricated smile returns to her face once more. “That’s the spirit,” she mewls.

As the conversation wraps up, Megumi can’t help but feel like he’d just barely skimmed death itself.

...

Cocktail hour ends without any more causalities, and Megumi finds his shoulders relaxing a bit as the two of you find your assigned table in the reception hall.

Luckily, it’s one you won’t have to share with an obnoxious aunt or intimidating uncle.

Taking a quick glance at the others in their seats, they all appear to be younger couples resembling Megumi and yourself. Megumi asks you if you recognize any of them, but aside from a possible distant cousin once-removed, you assume they’re all just friends of the bride and groom.

Megumi scrunches his nose at the realization that you’ve been placed at the randoms table. The relatives who surprisingly brought a plus one. The leftovers. Surveying the crowd around him, he bitterly wonders if anyone else here is playing fake partner.

Eventually, the DJ gathers the attention of the partygoers.

With an obnoxious microphone horn and terrible dance music, the bridal party members are slowly introduced—the whole process is agonizingly slow. Each individual gets a brief introduction, including their relationship to the couple along with a fun and quirky fact. Megumi uses all of his willpower to refrain his eyes from rolling back into his head as he fights off visibly cringing.

After what feels like hours, the head-turning moment arrives.

The bride and groom are announced, though Megumi can’t hear much of their introductions over the whooping and hollering of the audience.

It’s cute, he supposes. They seem excited—to be officially married to one another, to have a room of people cheering them on, maybe even to get this wedding over with. Whatever their reasoning may be, the glow on their faces is evident through their smiles.

An unwelcome thought enters his wandering mind.

He imagines you in a gown, something white and delicate, maybe. He doesn’t really care for the details. He’s sure whatever it is would look godsend on you. He imagines himself by your side, permanently glued to your hip with an uncharacteristically wide smile as you cut the cake or listen to a loved one’s toast. He imagines Gojo taking the stand, giving a speech that embarrasses the living daylights out of him. He imagines Nobara and Yuuji jokingly complaining about the food and teasing him for the way he almost trips over your dress when the two of you have your first dance. He imagines simple rings decorating both of your left hand ring fingers.

He imagines marrying you, spending the rest of his life with you. He’s positive that he could do it, that it’d be a lifetime worth living.

Suddenly very aware of the weight of his heart in his chest, he shakes that thought from his head just as quickly as it arrived.

Your light tone pulls his conscience out of his daydream.

“They make a nice couple,” you nod sincerely towards the pair of lovers, who are now taking their seats at the front of the room.

Megumi hums in agreement, and though he doesn't know these people, he trusts your judgement. They do make a nice couple.

“Alright,” you sigh, returning to your seat and shaking out your palms from clapping. You turn to him once more, that look in your eye just as bright as he remembers.

You breathe, “You hungry?”

Megumi doesn’t think his stomach is strong enough to keep any food down—but if he’s going to survive the night, what he does need is another drink.

...

Dinner wraps up just fine, mostly because the two of you keep to yourselves.

Megumi lets you try a bite of his salmon entrée, chuckling as you scrunch your nose at the lemon baste that marinates the fish. You don’t finish your side salad, so he finishes it for you—picked out olives and all. You ask him if you need to fix your lipstick once you’ve finished eating, he thinks you look incredible as is. You wipe the corner of his mouth with a satin napkin when he has leftover crumbs hanging by his lips. Your thumb brushes against his skin.

The casual domesticity of all of it, the way it feels natural to dote and be doted on by you, leaves his head spinning where he sits. The air suddenly feels too thick, too heavy for his lungs to inhale and digest.

With a quick comment about getting himself another drink and asking you if you need anything (boyfriend points, he mentally pats himself on the back), he manages to sneak away to the bar for a breath of fresh air.

He takes a moment for himself—the first one he’s gotten of the night—as he slumps against the barstool and earnestly flags over the bartender.

He needs something strong, something that will make the hairs on the back of his neck stick up and distract him from the lingering feeling of your fingers by his lips. Not being much of a drinker, he orders something he’s heard of in movies (and from Gojo’s stories), a glass of bourbon.

He knows he’ll hate it, but that’s alright. If it puts his mind at ease for an hour or so, it’ll be worth a few minutes of bitter burning.

Just as the bartender returns with a stout glass of the dark liquid, a body occupies the stool directly next to Megumi. He senses a figure in his peripheral vision, but his eyes remain on his drink as he swirls it around by the rim of its container.

He hears a familiar rasp croak from his side, “Oh, it’s you. The boyfriend.”

With unimpressed eyes, Megumi turns his head to be met with your uncle, of all people. Trying his best to maintain a good impression while simultaneously trying not to vomit into his drink, he simply concedes.

“Yup,” he sighs into the condensation of his glass as he admires the irony of the simple statement, “the boyfriend.”

Your uncle bitterly laughs into his own watered down glass before shifting in his stool to face Megumi properly. He silently watches him for a few seconds (which feel like hours) before clearing his throat in a presumptuous way.

“Can I ask you somethin’?” your uncle presses. Megumi knows he will, regardless of however he responds. With that being said, he plays along.

“Shoot.”

His fingers tap an unfamiliar pattern against the bar, “Does being at a wedding ever make you think of proposing?”

Megumi should be choking on the drink he sips. He should cough and gasp for air as he tries to recollect himself at the sudden ask. His eyes should pop out of his head at the mere hypothetical insinuation of proposing to you.

Instead, Megumi merely nods once more, certain in his words as he barely swallows.

“Yes,” he breathes, “it does.”

This is silly, Megumi knows it as he takes another swig of his bourbon. He hasn’t even kissed you, and he’s dreaming of a marriage with you.

I mean, sure, he’s walked you home from late nights at the bar, wiped away your tears of ex-lovers or silly rom-coms. Hell, he’s even let you brush his hair—on nights when you’re feeling a little down and he’s fresh out of the shower, he lets you quietly twirl patterns into his scalp with a bristled hairbrush.

That’s not anything worthy of marriage, right?

Your uncle laughs at his blunt response, and Megumi’s not sure how he should feel about his amused reaction. He doesn’t have it in him right now to be offended.

Your uncle takes a guzzle of his own drink, “The hell’s stoppin’ you, then?” He wipes the corners of his mouth with his sleeve and Megumi is suddenly reminded of your gentle touch by his lips just a few minutes ago, “Any reservations?”

You could say that, Megumi aches to spew—but he bites his tongue and shrugs, “A few.”

Your uncle downs the rest of his drink in a single swig, before wiping the final remnants of moisture from his mouth with the back of his palm and declaring a frank, “Fuck ‘em.”

Megumi’s eyes widen at the unexpected advice. He wordlessly watches your uncle place his now empty pint onto a coaster before signaling for the bartender to come back around.

After a moment of staring, the younger man softly chuckles to himself in both entertainment and disbelief. “Sorry?” he stutters.

“Your reservations,” your uncle clarifies simply, “fuck ‘em.”

Observing Megumi’s bewildered expression, he elaborates with a knowing smirk.

“I mean that’s what love is, right? The ultimate jump, the landing that’s not guaranteed. All of that sweet bullshit.”

The liquid of his newly poured drink sloshes around the glass as he waves his hands around in an animated manner.

Taking a moment to look at the bigger picture, Megumi thinks he might be right. I mean, sure, he’s an asshole who barely gave him the time of day before, but that doesn’t mean he’s wrong. He’s just as human as he is. Love doesn't discriminate against the wealthy or the poor, the brash or the meek, the boyfriends—fake or palpable.

“Yeah,” he sincerely acknowledges with a realizing nod, “yeah, guess I never thought about it like that.”

With a simple pat on his back, Megumi finds himself blushing beneath your uncle’s knowing gaze. He’s smug as he insists, “Well, maybe you should start.”

Megumi quickly downs the rest of his drink, immediately signaling for the bartender once more.

...

Megumi can’t fully feel his feet as they carry him back over to your table. He almost feels like he’s floating.

The room around him is slightly foggy, or maybe it’s just his hazy vision betraying him. Granted, he doesn’t know how long he spent wallowing at the bar next to your uncle—what he does know, is that he’s now tipsy enough to ask you a certain request.

It’s easy to spot him making his way towards you through the crowd of partygoers.

You’re not sure what is it that makes him so noticeable. Maybe it’s the soft smile adorning his pretty face that feels like it’s reserved for you and you only.

Before you can ask him where he wandered off to for the past fifteen minutes, he manages to extend a wavering hand out to you.

“Wanna dance?” his words are collected, though his actions are rather giddy. His face is flushed with a childlike rouge. His feet slightly turn in on one another as he sways where he stands.

You smile earnestly, before remembering the weight of the scenario. Letting your mind get the best of you, you can’t help but ask the question that sits on the tip of your tongue.

“Are you asking me because you want to dance with me, or because you think it’ll look good for the crowd?”

Megumi’s blasé expression remains. “Does it matter?” he lightly challenges.

Your heart falters a bit, because it shouldn't matter, but it does.

“Guess not,” you brush off the pit settling in your stomach as you rise and accept his hand.

He leads the pair of you to the dance floor, weaving you in and out of people’s way as he finds a spot he deems worthy. He eventually stops you, where you stand surrounded by a few other couples but slightly off to the side for some tasteful privacy. It’s the least he’s asking for out of this whole ordeal—just one private moment, one real moment, with you.

He’s a bit stiff as he waits for you to make the first move, though realistically he knows he should be the one stepping closer to you. After all, he did have to get tipsy enough to light the fire beneath himself.

You bite the bullet and wrap your arms daintily around the back of his neck. He wishes he could say he softens at your touch, but if anything, he tenses up even more at the feeling of your skin against his.

Slowly but surely, he follows through by placing his hands at a moderate position by your hips. It’s enough for him, it’s more than enough.

He pulls you a bit closer when you rest your head against where his shoulder meets his chest. You don’t look at him, instead opting for counting the fairy lights on the ceiling as you gently breathe against him.

“Thank you for doing this,” he hears your faint voice vibrate his core.

He places a hand to the small of your back without realizing, “Doing what?”

His stance feels more sturdy as he sways the two of you. He finds himself leaning into your touch as the seconds melt by without notice.

Your voice turns into what resembles an ashamed whisper, “Coming here and, y’know, pretending.”

Megumi’s heart drops.

Right, pretending. Because that’s what he’s doing here tonight.

“Oh,” he shakily swallows, “wasn’t too hard.”

He takes a wobbly finger to your chin, prompting you to look at him. The voice in the back of his mind returns, but this time it’s encouraging, void of it’s usual pessimistic mourning. Now or never, it burns.

His movements are slow, hesitant, almost as if you’ll dissolve right beneath his fingertips. As he leans closer into your embrace, you feel like he’s moving in slow motion. The moment doesn’t feel real. It feels like you’re watching him through a film screen as he inches closer and closer and closer until—

His lips are on yours.

They’re soft, extremely delicate as they press themselves onto your own. It feels natural, like your lips were made and molded to fit directly against his. It doesn’t feel like a performative kiss with a faux boyfriend, because it’s not.

In that moment, you know. The way he shakily exhales into your mouth as your tongue barely skims the plush of his lower lip, the way he tenderly holds your chin in place as if you’re the most fragile thing he’s ever touched.

Somehow you know that without any words exchanged, the moment is real. It’s more than real to the both of you.

When he pulls away, Megumi looks pale. He doesn't look like how his kiss felt, passionate and light and sure of himself. He doesn’t look like the rom-com protagonist, whose eyes are stars in the reflection of your own. He looks afraid almost, regretful.

Suddenly finding himself alarmingly sober at the absence of your lips on his, the moment flees from his hands.

He excuses himself with a incoherent mumble and a hurried departure. He doesn’t know where he’s going, but the voice in the back of his head hopes you chase after him.

...

You find him outside.

It didn’t take you long to follow his exit. After a minute of standing alone in shock, you knew that you’d rather be by Megumi’s side, awkward and all, than be in a room without him. It feels lonely, cold without his heat burning beside you.

He has another drink in his hand as he anxiously trails in circles around an empty golf course attached to the country club. You wonder when he found the time to grab it; did he make a beeline right for the bar once he’d left you? Did he go to the bathroom, then hit the bar once more before coming outside? Did he steal a drink right from the grip of a guest and—

“I didn’t want it to happen like this,” the crack in his voice catches you off guard. You didn’t know he’d noticed your presence.

Your fight-or-flight response kicks in. It tells you to fix this, that this is your best friend. That whatever happened can be forgotten as long as it means keeping Megumi as your own.

You take a hesitant step forward in an attempt to calm his nerves, “Megumi, it’s alright, really, I just—”

“I didn’t want our first kiss to be fake,” he blurts out.

It feels sharp. You can’t tell if it’s the alcohol or the weight of the situation at hand, but he’s being incredibly brave.

Or maybe he’s not, maybe he’s absolutely petrified of fucking this up. Maybe he can’t go another day without knowing, or rather not knowing.

He finds himself rambling beneath his breath, “It wasn’t supposed to happen like this, you were supposed to kiss me because you wanted to, not because you had to—”

“Wasn’t supposed to happen like this?” you mimic his prophetic choice of words.

Megumi’s too caught up in his worry to notice—to care—that he’s spiraled, he shakes his head and continues.

“No, it was supposed to be real. Not pretend, and to appease your shitty family,” the words are said harshly, though you recognize their intent as desperate, not malicious.

A bit disbelieving, your tiny whisper ignites something inside of him, “You’ve thought about our first kiss?”

Megumi’s eyes nearly roll out of his head and onto the concrete pavement by his scuffed and worn-out shoes.

“Of course I have—I’m in love with you!”

His eyes grow comically large, as if he wasn't in control of the phrase that just fell from his lips. He’d surprised himself with his tangent, revealing his cards to you before folding his hand and waving a white flag in defeat.

When you don’t respond, the panic sets in. Now, it’s Megumi’s fight-or-flight kicking in—and boy, does he know how to fly.

He immediately takes a step away from you, a defense mechanism. “I’m sorry, I should go, I—”

Your three steps forward cancel out his prior retreat, and before he can even manage to inhale, your lips are on his. Palms against the apples of his cheeks, Megumi feels the warmth of your mouth on his for the second time this evening—two more times than he’d ever thought he’d have the privilege of receiving.

You pull away breathless and Megumi expects you to vanish. To let him down gently, to tell him he’s made a mistake.

Instead, he’s met with your hands cradling his jaw.

“Did you mean it?”

He blinks a few times, still stunned from whatever the hell just happened, “Huh?”

“You’re in love with me,” you clarify a bit too quickly, “did you mean it?”

Megumi’s blushing expression is barely hidden behind his breathless shrug. “Yeah, surprise,” he attempts to joke around the confession.

You gurgle out a bubble of laughter out of pure instinct. Megumi doesn't know why you do, but it’s music to his hears.

You laugh and Megumi can’t stop himself from doing the same. The two of you stand, embraced in one another’s hands and giggles as you lose yourself in the sound of each other’s laughter. How silly. How utterly odd and awkward and ironic and now yours.

Pulling away ever-so-slightly, just to get a better look at your best friend—your lover, a duality—you squeeze his hand.

“That first kiss was real to me, by the way,” your smile beams as you whisper into his skin, “just so you know.”

Megumi bows his shoulders in a way that’s far too nonchalant for having barely survived the longest night he’s ever lived. He smirks, one that’s boyish and dizzy.

“Good,” he nods, “that makes two of us.”

The two of you stand there for a while, admiring one another and the little whirlwind you’ve managed to create. The muffled sound of the music from inside the banquet hall is background noise compared to the sound of Megumi’s breathing.

After a few moments, Megumi scratches the back of his neck—a nervous habit you hope he never outgrows.

“D’you wanna go back inside?” he meekly offers.

Your response is almost immediate, filled with seriousness and a twinge of offense, “Absolutely not.”

Megumi laughs and you want to taste it. So you do, leaning in and pressing your lips against his for the third time tonight. You feel him smile into the caress, teeth and all against your own.

He mumbles into the kiss, “Now that you have a real boyfriend, you no longer need to impress your snobby family, right?”

Pulling his leg, you remove your mouth from his with a bewildered expression.

“Boyfriend?” you remark with a howl, “Take me on a date, first.”

Megumi’s face drops at your words, and you bite back a grin from how easy he is to read. Grabbing his hand, you pull him towards the direction of the car.

Turning around and seeing his slight pout, you bring your intertwined hands up to your lips and press a warm kiss to his knuckle.

“Megumi,” you coo and it instantly grabs his attention, “I’m kidding,” you smile.

His hand tightens around yours.

“Thank god.”

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Take Care of Everything

This is my first ever fic for a writing challenge omg I’m so excited! Huge congratulations to @balenciagabucky for hitting 3K followers!! That’s such a huge milestone and thank you for organising such a fun challenge! So excited to read the rest of the submissions 💗 @dulceslibrary

Pairing: Personal Assistant! Bucky Barnes x Lawyer! Reader

Word Count: 3.5k maybe?

Summary: There’s only one thing in your life that your PA doesn’t take care of

Warnings: Smut, praise kink, pet names, protected sex (go me for writing something safe sex for a change), court mention, lil fluff, mile high club

Minors, do not interact.

“Un-fucking-believable.” You couldn’t stop the roaring boil of the blood in your veins, storming out of the court room with your long black gown billowing behind you. Being one of the top barristers in the country brought it’s fair share of high profile cases but this one had got on every last nerve in your body and you were out of patience.

The case itself wasn’t the problem. The issues were straightforward enough and applying law to fact, at the most basic level, your client had done nothing wrong. It should have been essentially cut and dry. The problem was the opposing council and the lack of intervention from the judge.

The prosecution had torn your witness to shreds. You had tried to warn the poor woman beforehand, as you did with every client, but on the stand, she had just crumbled under such an intense and downright ignorant line of questioning.

It shouldn’t have even been allowed in the first place. The judge should have stepped in and clipped the opposing council’s wings but the damage was already done and now you would have to pick the pieces up when court resumed on Monday.

“How did it go?” Your personal assistant must have been leaning outside the courtroom door for who knows how long, his suit somehow as neat and pristine as always, despite the fact it was the end of the day.

“Fucking dreadful, Terry was an asshole to Andrea and she lost it. Should’ve known he’d pull shit like that, he’s always a cunt on Friday evenings.” You practically spat the words out, heels clicking on the floor as you made your way down the marble hall to collect your things and begin to put an end to this miserable week.

Part of you almost wanted to laugh at how Bucky had developed the skill of being able to keep up with your pace without even having to look up from his blackberry. That only came from years of practice.

“Terry loves playing with fire. Fuck him. If anyone can put him in his place on Monday, it’s you.” Bucky still hadn’t taken a second to pull his nose up from his phone, his steps landing in perfect time with yours until you reached the chamber at the end of the hall, throwing the heavy wooden door open in front of you. Bucky filtered in behind you of course, closing the door behind him before slipping his phone neatly into his pocket.

“Thought your doctor warned you about your blood pressure? You gotta calm down.” Bucky’s face showed he was genuinely concerned, his eyebrows knitted together in disdain but there was nothing new there. He had worked for you for years now and truth be told, he was damn good at his job, not to mention the fact he was the closest thing to a friend your busy schedule allowed you to have.

“I’ll calm down when I’m dead. We need to get to the airport if we’re going to make that flight for the convention.” You pulled your wig off, setting it neatly into the little wooden closet before removing your gown, hanging it up alongside the other worn ones from earlier in the week so they could all be dry cleaned and back in the closet for Monday.

“It’s a private jet honey, it can’t leave without you.” Bucky laughed softly, knowing you were worked up and hoping a little joke would ease the tension.

You had to admit, you were so thankful for Bucky. He was devoting the prime of his life to making sure you had everything you needed, your life only felt so seamless because Bucky made it that way. He didn’t just manage your calendar and fetch you coffee like any other PA, he lived and breathed you. He went everywhere with you, crashing in your spare room at least three nights a week because you had both worked yourselves to exhaustion. He never missed anything. He had a solution for every problem, nothing was too big for him to tackle and given the chance, you two could absolutely take over the world one day. You confided in him, and he in you, getting to know every tiny detail of his life in the past few years, right down to that fact that neither of you had seen your family or been on a date in months. Hell, he’d went as far as buying you a packet of batteries one Monday after a particularly long and stressful court hearing.

“Here, got you these.” He had smiled mischievously as he handed them over to you, chuckling a little at your confused expression. “For your vibrator. Looks like it’s gonna be a long week.” You took them gratefully, joking with him that you really would need them, tucking them into your handbag and damn were they appreciated. The following morning he had asked how you had got on and you could only laugh. You didn’t tell him how thoughts of him had come into your head right as you had gotten close. Similarly, you didn’t tell him how painfully intense your orgasm had been when you imagined him on the bed with you, watching you come apart against the plastic toy. You could just picture his hungry gaze, watching how your body gushed as you released, nipples pebbled from arousal and your lips parted, a single whimper of his name escaping you as you rode out your high.

No, that was a little secret you would keep to yourself. He didn’t need to know your dirtiest fantasies. He was an employee. An employee that often arrived at your bedroom door shirtless and smirking, holding a stack of freshly made pancakes on the mornings he stayed over at yours but an employee nonetheless.

—————————

The cab ride to the airport would have been silent if it hadn’t been for the gentle tapping of your thumbs and Bucky’s racing over your respective phone screens. You had at least two dozen emails left to reply to and your eyelids were beginning to get heavy, the body heat radiating from Bucky in the cab’s back seat making you drowsy. You took a second, squeezing your eyes shut to force away the tiredness before going back to typing relentlessly.

The trip to the airport was short, Bucky had competed the preflight checkin so you essentially stepped straight onto the plane, taking a seat by the window, with Bucky taking the one opposite you. Takeoff was smooth as always, your phones picked back up as soon as it was safe to do so. But with the glowing screen came a fresh wave of drowsiness, your eyelids threatening to close of their own accord.

“Shit, Buck did you pack my -“

“Glasses? Left side of your bag, under the tissues.” Bucky finished your sentence for you, not looking up from his phone.

“And my -“

“Eye drops? In your makeup bag.” There it was again. What surprised you most was that Bucky didn’t even need to see you to work out exactly what was wrong.

“Do you really just take care of everything?” You huffed out a little laugh, digging through your bag, finding both your glasses and eye drops exactly where he told you they would be.

“Everything but you.” He chuckled, finally setting his phone down.

“What do you mean ‘everything but me’? All you ever do is take care of me. You organise my shopping and dry cleaning for god’s sake.” The whole notion of Bucky doing anything but taking care of you was just insane because you sure as hell didn’t have time to do any of those things for yourself. That’s what you hired him for after all.

“I didn’t mean like that. I meant like really take care of you. You’re so damn up tight.” You knew by the little chuckle that accompanied his words that he meant it affectionately but it still made you slightly defensive.

“I’m not up tight.” You protested. Normally you would’ve let harmless comments like that slide but the combination of your shitty day and the fact you were so sleepy made it impossible to not seek out conflict. This was the life you were used to after all. A life of treating almost everyone you came across adversarially. It was second nature to you at this point, inside and outside the courtroom.

“Come on, you seem to forget I am your calendar. You think I don’t know you haven’t gotten any in months? You should get laid, that’s all I’m sayin’. Wouldn’t kill you to have an orgasm every once in a while.” The words roll off his tongue like it’s nothing and truth be told, if you were in better form, this would have been a perfectly normal conversation between the two of you. Neither of you were particularly shy when it came to talking about your hookups.

You hated how right he was. You hated that you hadn’t been touched in months and Bucky knew that. You hated that most days, you were too exhausted to bother tending to your own needs. And you hated the warmth spreading through your body at the thought of Bucky finally taking care of you.

“Don’t know Buck, an orgasm might actually kill me with my high blood pressure.” You needed this conversation to turn more light hearted and you needed it fast, before your head became so clouded with need that Bucky picked up on it.

“I mean, I handle everything else for you. Wouldn’t even mind if that became part of my remit.” You almost couldn’t believe how carefree and nonchalant this whole conversation seemed, Bucky hoping you missed how he cock twitched in his trousers. Of course you didn’t. You missed nothing.

“If what became part of your remit?” You quizzed firmly, trying not to give anything away but knowing your eyes had gone big and doe-like, entirely of their own accord. This was a dream come true.

“You. Actually taking care of you. However you need.” His stare was intense, watching you keenly to determine whether he had horrendously overstepped and was about to get fired.

“Why would you even want to?” Your voice carried every single ounce of confusion you were feeling, staring Bucky down with an intensity that mirrored his own in that moment.

“You’re far too smart to act dumb.” He replied softly, knowing it was all or nothing now. If he was getting fired, he might as well be honest. His head tilted downwards, drawing your attention to the bulge growing in his suit trousers. Years worth of need and longing bubbling over all at once.

“If you want this, tell me. If not, that’s fine. But it doesn’t need to be anything romantic. Can be just sex. Whatever you want.” He was doing his very best to stay calm, his brain finally catching up with his mouth and considering that he was now in way too deep to just apologise and about to get his ass handed to him at thousands of feet in the air by one of the best legal minds in the world.

You’d never wanted anything more in your life. It was almost like Bucky was dangling himself in front of you. A piece of meat before a lion that could be snatched away at any second. You weren’t going to give him the chance, professionalism be damned. You were out of your seat and onto his lap in a flash, your pencil skirt hiked up to allow you to bracket his legs in your own.

“Are you sure about this?” Your quizzed softly, giving him one last chance to back out before you lost all self control.

“Do I feel like I’m not sure?” His voice was almost a choked whisper, his hands landing on your hips to press you down against his stiff cock.

You’d never seen him like this before. Horny and needy and losing himself in the feeling of you on top of him after years of fantasies. He had tried to curb the fantasies but his body didn’t allow him to. You were all he could think of on those lonely nights, a hand wrapped around his cock, groans and whimpers escaping until he came over his hand, a cry of your name pulled from his lips. He thought you would never know. And now here he was, the woman of his dreams perched in his lap, asking to be taken care of. Even the filthiest parts of his brain couldn’t have come up with this.

He could never have dreamt how you moved forward so tentatively, your lips hardly even touching his. He was used to seeing you confident, in control, the calmest person under pressure and yet here you were, unsure of yourself for the first time, he imagined, in your life. You both kept your eyes open for a little while, your lips sliding together gently, getting a feel for one another, up until your teeth sank into the plush skin of his bottom lip and an actual groan left him, his eyelids fluttering shut. The sound could’ve made you quiver with need. It was so alarmingly sexy, knowing your huge, sexy PA could be taken apart with the smallest touches. Suddenly, this seemed to be as much, if not more, for Bucky’s benefit than your own.

“Thought this was for me, hm?” Somehow your condescending court voice was pushing him over the edge. You felt one of his hands come up, tangling in your hair while the other wrapped around your waist, pulling your core flush with his clothed cock. He kissed you with a burning intensity that made your head swim and your pussy throb, loving how he was taking control but still hurtling further into a breathless, needy state.

“You’ve no idea how long I’ve thought about this. Didn’t think we’d be joining the mile high club.” He huffed out a little light laugh, using his grip on your waist to help you roll your hips over his growing erection.

“Couldn’t have been thinking about this for as long as I have.” You smiled softly, letting out a little gasp as his cock nudged you just right through your panties that you were sure had been soaked through already. His eyes went wide at your admission, his dick twitching deliciously underneath you.

“Fuck, that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever heard.” He whispered, making you laugh at how eager he was.

“I won’t be able to wait until we’re off this plane Bucky. You gonna fuck me right here?” You teased him softly, your faces so close, your tiny hands running down his pristine shirt, toying with the buttons. When you began to graze his chest gently with your nails, it was like a switch flipped inside Bucky. He thrust up against you with a growl loving the yelp you let out, one hand now squeezing your ass, the other massaging your breasts through your blouse.

“Gonna fuck all the stress out of you. Gonna have you leavin’ this plane leakin’ and cockdrunk.” Somehow you didn’t even doubt his words and you had to admit, it did sound quite appealing to give up the control for a while, just letting Bucky take over.

“Gimme all you’ve got Barnes. Gotta make it worth my while or this is gonna be the last time you get the chance.” You couldn’t help but tease him before instantly realising that might have been a mistake, his lips burning hot as they worked against your own, needy, insistent and as always, eager to please.

His mouth was relentless to the point that you found yourself practically dry humping his cock, your hands laced in his hair while his untucked your blouse from your skirt, greedily holding onto any skin he could reach. He tasted of peppermint and coffee, smelt like the expensive aftershave you were so fond of and felt like a man who’s only purpose in life was to make you cum until it hurt.

“Need you. ‘Nside me. Now.” You managed somehow to pant the words out between the fervent slide of his lips over yours, his tongue dipping in to taste you, never wanting this to end.

The feeling of your much smaller hands landing on his belt buckle made him look down but he could’ve cum then and there at the sight that met him. The front of his suit pants were slick with your mess, proof that he wasn’t just dreaming and you really were needing this just as badly as he was.

“You’re so fuckin’ ready for it aren’t you? Look at the mess you’ve made. Why didn’t we do this years ago?” He was groaning, shifting in his seat to help you get his trousers and boxers down. You couldn’t help how you gasped a little at the sheer size of him, his cock thick and long, the head slick with precum, proud veins running up his shaft. He looked Godly. Two firm pumps was all it took to have his head thrown back against the plush leather seat, cursing and bucking against your hand, aching for more.

“I’m sorry Buck, I can’t wait any longer.” You panted, his lips attached to your neck now, kissing, licking and sucking all his frustration into your skin. If there was a time for foreplay, that wasn’t it. Neither of you had the patience right now.

“Thank God, needa feel this pretty pussy.” He all but whispered as you lined him up at your soaking entrance.

“Shit Bucky, you got a condom?” You asked anxiously, stilling yourself at the last second.

“My bag, zip compartment at the front.” He replied quietly and sure enough, that’s exactly where you found a packet. Tearing the wrapper off, you slid it down his length earning another groan from the huge man who was practically shaking beneath you.

“You think of everything.” You giggled, finally beginning to slowly sink yourself down onto him. Your laugh quickly turned into a breathy moan, your breath mingling with Bucky’s and you noticed how he made a very similar noise. You pressed yourself down slowly, your body having to adjust to the stretch.

“So tight, fuck. Shit, never felt a tighter pussy in my life.” He whispered when you were finally seated on top of him. He pulled your skirt out of the way to appreciate just how connected your bodies were in that moment. His cock just seemed to fit perfectly, so snug you could’ve cried as you began to slowly work your hips against his.

“Oh my god Bucky you’re huge.” You should’ve been embarrassed by how high and needy your whine came out but right then and there, you didn’t care.

“It’s all yours sweetheart. Gonna fuck you so good you never need another cock again. Gonna ruin anyone else for you - fuck.” Under normal circumstances you would’ve chastised him for being so overconfident but feeling how his cock nudged your sweet spot perfectly, you thought he might actually be right.

“Gotta fuck you angel, can’t just sit here anymore, ‘s driving me crazy.” He just couldn’t keep himself still any longer, lust burning behind his eyes in a way you had never seen in him before. You lifted yourself up slowly, feeling his length slipping from you, your walls fighting to pull him deeper until you sank back down, taking the whole length at once. The strangled cry that left Bucky was incredible. You repeated your gentle rise and fall, setting a decent pace. Every sharp fall of your hips tore a needy gasp from both of you, the sweetest spot inside you throbbing from the almost constant onslaught. It was everything you craved. Bucky was grasping at every curve of your body, lost in the feeling of your soft skin and the grip of your silky walls and the smell of your shampoo as you rode him, building speed as your pleasure built in your lower belly. The wet sounds escaping where your bodies were joined was nothing short of obscene, only fuelling Bucky to meet each of your thrusts with his own.

“Oh my god, I -oh oh- I can’t, can’t take it Bucky please.” You groaned, manicured fingernails digging into his chest.

“I got you honey. ‘s okay. Gonna take such good care of you when we get to the hotel. Just want you to cum once for me now, okay? Take the edge off. You feel so good wrapped round me. You know what else I can feel? Your pretty pussy is leakin’. Feel you drippin’ down over my balls. Never felt anything so hot in my ‘ntire life.” His fingers fell to your clit, rubbing neatly as if he had been trained to do nothing else. You were on cloud nine, your high so close but not quite there yet.

“Bucky, gonna cum. Oh fuck!” You whined, your orgasm hitting you like a train. You came with a loud cry, eyes squeezed shut, rocking against him more than fucking so his cock stayed buried inside you.

“Shit, how did you get even fuckin’ tighter. ‘M so close.” He whispered against your neck, broken and needy. Your high had all but subsided, aftershocks still pleasantly coursing through you as you went back to letting your hips rise and fall so Bucky could finish. It only took four more well timed thrusts before he was cumming with a shout, pulling you flush against him as his balls emptied into the condom.

You were both spent and sweaty but more satisfied than you could remember being in months, your chest pressed to his as you both came down, craving a little extra affection. Bucky held you for a good few minutes until you felt his cock softening, knowing he really should get cleaned up. You let him slip from you, pulling your skirt down to take your original seat across from him again.

“Gimme a second.” He whispered, kissing your forehead before making his way to the little bathroom, returning a few minutes later looking just as put together as ever, apart from his telltale grin.

“Jesus, we should do that more often.” You smiled quietly when he returned, letting him settle in the chair beside you this time, the dividing arm rest pushed out of the way so you could cuddle as much as possible given the limited space.

“I can’t stop now honey. That pussy is addictive.” He smiled, happy to see you leaning so comfortably up against him but even happier when he heard your soft little snores.

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he’s so vogue

Description - you are the journalist for the new Harry Styles December Vogue Issue

A/N - how is everyone doing? hope you enjoy! if you have any requests please feel free to ask. love you all and have a lovely rest of the week!

warnings: swearing

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Being a journalist for Vogue was probably the biggest flex you could ever make.

After 3 years of studying English Literature at Surrey University, you never thought, only a year after, you'd be working as an apprentice at Vogue UK. If it weren't for your Aunty, who worked in the fashion design section at Vogue HQ, then you'd no doubt still be a broke-ass, single, lonely student. Ok, lonely you still were but your job was so full-on that you didn't have time for a relationship.

Two years into your apprenticeship you were promoted to an official member of the team, and then another two years later you got promoted to team leader in your department of journalism, and editing; The Media - or as you like to call it - "The Celeb Goss". You were beyond happy with your job and found such passion in every article your wrote. Whether it be about a new celebrity romance or the collapse of one, you found a way to story-tell in such a meditated way that everyone loved your pieces.

That's why the Harry Styles had requested you to be the one to interview him.

Of course you'd written about A-list celebrities in the past, producing articles on pregnancy rumours, or engagements, or breakups, but you'd never met them before authoring an article. You'd met plenty of D-list celebrities who thought they were mega famous, but if you mentioned their names people would turn around and ask "who?".

This is why interviewing Harry Styles was a massive thing for you.

Not very often did you get to do work out in the field, especially in these covid infested days, but nevertheless it was your favourite part of the job. Getting to meet the people you were writing about was completely refreshing, allowing you to obtain a clearer outlook on which direction to take on your journal piece.

You were asked to go to Stonehenge, where the photoshoot was being filmed, as your office of interview. Even though you'd lived in the UK all your life, you'd never actually been to Stonehenge. It wasn't really on your bucket-list, but it was a pleasure to get to see it all the same.

Being the prepared interviewer you were, you'd prepared an array of questions that you were set on asking Harry. You'd never met him before, but after much googling and youtubing of him prior to meeting him today you would already be confident in saying he's the most brilliant man to ever exist. You were really nervous that you were going to screw this interview up and make a terrible mess in front of Harry Styles.

"Lisa! What if I accidentally say something I shouldn't?" You ran your stressed hands through your hair.

This whole morning had been frantic. It had started off by you waking up late, no thanks to Lisa, your best-friend and co-worker, pressing snooze on the alarm. You wanted to look professional today so you'd put on your best shirt - only to spill coffee down it ten minutes later. So now, you smelt of coffee and were wearing what was left in your wardrobe - and it wasn't much. The only things left clean were a pair of pink corduroy flares and some, pastel coloured, graphic t-shirt to go with it.

"You won't. Stop being so negative." Lisa rolled her eyes, probably fed up with the amount of winging she'd heard from you this morning - and you'd only been awake an hour.

"My outfit is hardly professional either." You huffed, pouring the rest of your, second, coffee down the drain.

"Well I think you look gorgeous." Lisa stated, whilst putting her breakfast bar wrapper in the bin.

You and Lisa were back and forth about you stressing, and such, for about half an hour before you had to leave. You had a great panic about losing your glasses too. You could see without them up close, but for long distance viewing and reading you were practically blind. You were taking Lisa's car, since she didn't think you were emotionally stable enough to drive. Lisa was the creative director on the set, and thank goodness she was so you could at least ramble to someone.

After a two hour drive up from London, you arrived at Stonehenge and it was freezing. Although the sun was out, it did nothing to keep your body heated. The journey up had been nice because you sat in your nicely heated car, chatting away with Lisa and blasting some Harry Styles out of the speaker. You'd made it through the first album, and the second one up to Canyon Moon before reaching your destination.

Upon arriving you could just about, without glasses, make out about 15 other cars, arranged at the bottom of a hill. There was an array of Audis and BMWs, a few Range Rovers, which you placed your bets on one was Harrys, and a green, vintage, Jaguar which was most likely belonging to the fashion editor or something. There was also a modern barn, perched at the foot of the hill, which was where Harry would be getting changed in to his various different outfits.

It took you a moment to register that Lisa had parked and was already clambering out of the car, making you look a little idiotic still blankly staring at the beautiful scenes in front, and around, of you.

But it was still bloody freezing.

You jogged a little to the boot and whipped out your white cardigan. Originally you'd thought that this would've been enough to keep you warm, but now you were starting to think otherwise.

The atmosphere here was amazing. People were rushing around left, right and centre loading, and unloading, various pieces of equipment and clothes. You caught sight of brightly coloured fabrics being carried to and from various places. There were the camera crew, and presumably director, all chatting amongst themselves. The smell of the very fresh air was so lush that you'd forgotten what it smelt like - especially after years in London.

You grabbed your bag from the boot, which had your notes, recording kit and laptop stuffed inside, before locking the car and following Lisa in to the barn.

It was lovely and warm inside - a completely different climate to than the outside. It was as if it was Bali inside and Antarctica outside. Better Bali than Antarctica though.

"Ok. Let's put our stuff down over here and then go find people we need to meet and such." Lisa instructed, you still too in awe of the place to fully comprehend what was going on.

You followed Lisa and you two ended up dropping off your stuff next to some other bags. You took a liking to the purse next to your stuff. Next to your bag, it made yours seem ancient - like it was worth nothing more than a penny. It was luscious and a beautiful baby blue colour. You softly ran your hands over it, finding satisfaction in how smooth and subtle it was.

"Hope you're not planning on stealing that, love." A manly voice appeared from behind you. You whipped around to see who's bag you'd been messing with, and it was just your luck that it was to be Harry Styles'. Of all the people's it could've been it had to be his.

Perfect.

He looked dashing. He was in black flares and his iconic 'But daddy i love him', t-shirt, along with a huge green anorak. His hair was prettily clipped back with a pink clip, presumably placed there to gave his curls greater volume. In his hand he had a pink toothbrush and you guessed he'd come back over to put it away in his bag - only to find you caressing it instead.

"Oh - no, no. Not at all. I - uh - I just thought it was beautiful." You stammered over your words, choosing them carefully to try and make you look less like an active criminal.

"Mhm." Harry nodded whilst looking you up and down, most likely judging why a peasant like you, in comparison to him, was touching his expensive property. "Well, I love your flares darlin'." Harry looked down at your trousers, his compliment making you blush a little.

"Thank you. That wasn't professional, and neither is my outfit, I know, and I apologise." You added, because you knew that if your boss knew you turned up today the way you did she would give you a right bollocking - and potentially even fire you.

"Never apologise for flares. You look amazing." Gemma perked up, making you feel more self conscious surrounded by all these other beautiful women. Gemma was in a slouchy, knitted, jumper and basic jeans - no doubt all from shops beyond your budget - and yet she looked like a model fit for the runway for Vogue.

"Okay, sorry." You apologised again, to which you, creepily, got the exact same, stern, look from the Styles siblings at the same time.

"My stylist, Harry, introduced me to big pants. He offered whether I wanted to try a pair of flares, and I was like, 'Flares? That's fucking crazy'!" Harry laughed as he told his story, earning a laugh out of you too. "Now they're my favourite item of clothing. Have a whole wardrobe dedicated to them."

"I wish he was joking." Gemma laughed at her brother and his flare obsession.

"Well you do look handsome in them, so I understand why." Your words rolls off your tongue before you could even comprehend what you were saying. Only after you finished your sentence did you completely intake what you'd just said.

"Good start." Lisa giggled to you, before turning to walk over to the coffee station. It was a help-yourself coffee bar and you knew that you were going to bed at least five cups to get over the last five minutes alone. You'd probably drain the station before letting anyone else have any.

"Oh god." You awkwardly mumbled, not daring to see how weirdly Harry would be looking at you, before walking off outside.

You had spent less than 10 minutes here and yet you'd never felt like a bigger clown. Joining the circus had never been so easy.

The outside wind hit you like a powerful leaf blower, and your hair blew around like crazy - most likely compiling into a birds nest on the top of your head.

Today was supposed to be the start of something great. Your hopes were set on a promotion from your written masterpiece, whilst enjoying the company of one of the most handsome, most lovely, most talented men of this century. Those hopes seemed a little too distant now. They seemed to mock you, as if to laugh at how you ever thought you were going to be any more successful. You'd completely, in more ways than one, made a fool of yourself in front of your interviewee, you were so underdressed, you were caught fondling his Gucci purse and you were still bloody cold.

It all felt too unprofessional for a job where professional was practically the driving force of the company.

You leaned against the barn, taking a deep breath to try and calm yourself. You were a master in over-thinking, but unfortunately that wasn't something you could add to your resumé. You let your eyes close and the other senses come alive for a few moments. The sounds of distant sheep and the smell of the cold wind were just two of the senses that allowed you to take a step back for a minute, and breathe.

"Thank you." A voice interrupted you from your attempt of quick meditation. You looked to your left and noticed Harry standing there, still in the same outfit as before.

"I'm sorry?" You asked confused, taking a step away from the barn to considerately pay more attention to him.

"Thank you - for saying I look handsome in flares." He repeated, smirking when he added the second part.

"Oh." Was all you could respond, feeling too embarrassed to take the conversation any further. "I should—" You pointed back to the barn, using it as an excuse to leave before yet screwed up anymore.

"Lisa told me you're the interviewer." Harry added, and it only occurred to you that you'd never actually introduced yourself. "So it's lovely to finally meet you Y/N." He stuck out his hand for your to shake, which you did willingly. His hands were a lot softer than you'd expected.

"Ho... You know my name?" You asked surprised.

"Of course. I also know you're the best writer in Vogue right now." He flattered you, which made you blush. You had a feeling he'd make you do that a lot today.

"Sure." You rolled your eyes as you spoke sarcastically.

"Well I chose you for a reason, didn't I?" He rhetorically asked.

"I mean.. I, well.. I don't know?" You stumbled over your words, making yourself look like a larger fool than you did already. Today was just turning out to be exactly what you didn't want it to be. "Sorry."

"Stop apologising. You do it too often." He told you, nearly making you apologise again but he gave you a jokingly stern look, as if he knew what you were going to say, and so you decided otherwise.

"Harry!" You both turned to see there was a man waving towards you both, but specifically to Harry. "Come get changed!" The same man shouted. Harry lifted his thumbs up, as if to signal he'd be there shortly.

Harry turned back to you and noticed you shiver a little.

"I'll start the interview after I come back from the dressing rooms, yeah?" Harry asked, taking off his, khaki green, trench-coat in the process. He handed it to you before you could oblige against it.

"Wait what?" You confusedly looked down at the coat and back up to Harry.

"Gives me a piece of mind knowing my interviewer isn't going to die of hypothermia before actually interviewing me." He smiled, obviously attempting to crack a joke and you have to admit you did laugh.

"Thank you." You say, before he runs off to where he's being called to.

••••

You'd been sat inside for a little while, waiting for Harry to come back. It gave you time to perfect your questions though.

Thinking up questions to ask Harry had been a challenging task, but one that you'd been fully invested in. You loved creating questions to ask him that were going to get to understand him on a deeper level. He was a very private man, and you completely respected that. If you crossed any boundaries, with the questions you'd ask, you would write them out of the interview. You liked to think you hadn't thought up a question that would make him feel uncomfortable though.

Pissing off Harry would be on another level of shame.

"Coat kept you warm?" Harrys voice disengaged you from your notebook.

"Hm?" You asked then replayed what he'd just asked in your mind. "Oh, yes. Thank you very much." You stood up, from where you'd been perched on the floor, picking up your nearly finished green tea as you did so.

Only when you stood up did it come to your realisation that Harry was now in costume. He was dressed in luxury. Each item looked like it cost more than your rent, and that was saddening. He looked rich and luxurious. To be quite honest, you were finding it rather difficult to take your eyes off him.

"You think the outfit is Vogue enough?" Harry asked, striking a few poses, which made you laugh. It was refreshing to see him act so relaxed and carefree, rather than a stuck-up-prick you knew some celebrities to be.

"Completely. I love it!" You exclaimed, appreciating the twirl he did for you.

He was wearing a kilt-like skirt and he looked beyond beautiful in it. Fuck toxic masculinity. Fuck being a manly man - like what does that even mean? Harry was embracing gender fluidity and experimenting the ways in which there was no definitive line between men and women's clothes anymore, and you thought it was marvellous. Revolutionary, for times as politically and socially troubled as these.

You started removing the coat in attempt to give it back to him, but he refrained you from doing so by holding on to your forearm.

"Keep it. I thought we could go outside to start the interview, so you'll be needing that." Harry told you, and you agreed - however reluctantly that was. You couldn't really complain though, because the coat did kept you warm and, what's better, it smelt divine - just like you'd imagine Harry to smell.

"Okay. Thank you. Do you want to go now?" You asked hesitantly, not knowing whether he was busy for someone else right now.

"Whenever you're ready, love." He answered, making you feel more relaxed. He was going at your pace and was making you feel settled - he was even more of a gentleman than people described him to be.

The two of you had walked around the backside of the barn in silence, enjoying the comfort of each other's presence. Well, at least you were. It was a blessing no one was back here. It was just you, Harry and the scenery that surrounded Stonehenge.

You approached a bench and you plopped yourself down on one end, whilst Harry sat on the other. He respected the fact that there was a pandemic going on, and didn't want to make you uncomfortable in any way. You still had your mask on, so Harry had taken that as you were very conscious about the virus - which he admired.

You pulled out your glasses, from the depths of one of the coat pockets, and placed them on your face, probably making yourself look even geekier than you already felt. Today was just one of those days you wished you had good eyes...

You opened your spent notebook, musty pages practically falling apart, and turned to the section of questions you needed for that interview. You were so nervous already and you hadn't even asked anything yet, all because of the previous interactions with Harry today. Your shaky hands shuffled through the pages and you cursed under your breath when you struggled to find what you needed.

"Shoot. Come on." You mumbled quietly under your breath, hoping it would make this terrible situation end faster. You mustn't have been as quiet as you thought though.

"Y/N." Harry's name broke through your clouded mind of self-disappointment.

You looked up at him to see him softly smiling at you, blowing all worries away from you away with the wind. "Yes?" You timidly asked, pushing your wind-swept hair out of glasses - where it'd gotten caught.

"You’re alright, love. You don't have to be professional around me, alright? We're just two strangers having a conversation, to get to know each other, okay?" If his words didn't calm you enough, the soothing sound of his husky voice certainly did.

"But that would mean you asking me stuff too?" You replied, confused at his implications of the phrasing 'getting to know each other'.

"Mhm." Harry nodded his head.

"Oh I don't know Mr Styles, i'm not a very interesting person." You answered as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, pushing your glasses back up the bridge of your nose from where they'd fallen.

"I refuse to believe that." Harry chuckled, making a quick smile appear on your face. "And please call me Harry. Just Harry." He begged, obviously finding it weird you calling him by his professional title. All you wanted, ever, was for your interviewee's to feel comfortable and safe, so if Harry wanted you to call him Harry then so be it.

"Ok, Harry," you sarcastically said, earning a shake of the head on his behalf, "you can ask me a few questions throughout the day." You told him, but you knew he'd struggle to find even two questions when he realises how bland you are.

"Does that mean you only get to ask me a few as well?" Harry smirked, already knowing the answer to that question. Unlike Harry, you had to write an article about today when you got home and so he knew that you'd have to dig as much dirt as possible from him.

"No, sorry. I don't particularly want to lose my job." You paused to look down at your notes, squinting a little as you did to see better. "Okay. Tell me your experience with corona virus."

"Sorry I didn't quite catch that, love." Harry apologised, leaning in slightly to see if he could hear you a second time around.

"Sorry." You looked down to fiddle with your fingers - a habit you'd undertaken when you're embarrassed. "Um..," you cleared your throat, "would you mind if I took off my mask?"

Your timid voice sent tingle down Harrys spine. He didn't think anyone could ever be this sweet. "Not at all, ‘course you can." He replied, again, wanting to make you feel as comfortable as possible.

You hesitantly took off your face mask, feeling like you were in some dramatic movie where they face revealed someone. You kind of liked having the mask on, because, for one, it kept you warm, and for two, you were a little self conscious with how you looked compared to all the other women here today. You shoved the mask in your pocket, with trembling fingers, before looking back down to your notes.

"Woah." You heard Harrys voice being mumbled under the wind. You eyes shot up to his and you noticed him staring right back at you.

"W-what? Is my acne playing up? I knew I should've—" You self-consciously run your hands over the areas you know you got acne. The masks really didn't help when it came to skin care.

"Hey, stop. No. You just... You look beautiful." Harry complimented you, and a roaring blush arose on to your cheeks. You'd never been called beautiful before, and so you were taking the compliment like such a 13-year old.

"Oh, uh, thank you." You awkwardly answered, not really having any other words come to mind in that moment. Harry chuckled under his breath, still keeping eyes on you for some reason.

"Would you mind repeating your last question, I didn't quite catch it?" Harry asked politely.

"Sure. Um, tell me how you've experienced corona virus." You repeated for him, gripping ahold of your pen to start copying what he says and pressing start on your recording device in case you needed it later.

"Well, it's been tedious that's for sure. However, I just want people to be safe and for life to return back to normal, so therefore i've been very MIA for a lot of the time. Keeping to myself mostly. I only went out for hikes or bike rides. All my meetings were online, so it's been very lonely." Harry kept eye contact with your figure the entire time, and if it weren't for you concentrating on writing what he was saying then you'd probably melt away under his gaze.

For such soft eyes he sure was intimidating.

"I presume the loneliness sent you crazy at times." You laughed, because you sure felt that way through lockdown. Curse being single.

"You have no idea." Harry laughed along with you, making you, slowly, feel more at ease.

"Actually, you'd be surprised." You looked at him unsure, before returning down to your notebook.

"Okay then, first question from me," Harrys words made your head shoot up, "How can someone as amazing as yourself be lonely?" He asked and you made a mental tally of how many questions he'd asked.

"Could ask you the very same question, Harry." You slyly replied, avoiding the question by answering with another question. It was a tactic you'd learnt, throughout your years of journalism, when you wanted to dismiss something .

"That's cheating." Harry pointed at you and raised his eyebrows, but you couldn't take your eyes off the big, cheeky, smile perched on his face. You shrugged you're shoulders in defence and returned to your questions. "But you did just call me amazing, so I think i'll let it slide this one time." You blushed, again, when you understood what he meant.

He was amazing though - that was the truth.

"You were in L.A. for the majority of quarantine, am I right to say?" You already knew the answer but your manager had just wanted confirmation.

"Yeah, but L.A. feels like holiday, whereas London feels like home." He answered, which you appreciated. He hasn't got lost in the way that Hollywood could let people. He'd stayed grounded.

"So what did you entertain yourself with during quarantine?" You asked curiously, slightly side-tracking from your pre-written questions - just because you were intrigued (nosey).

"Not much, not to be boring. I ate a lot of bread. I worked out pretty much every day. I wrote quite a bit actually." He used his fingers to pinch his bottom lip, something you'd noticed he did in interviews.

"Does that mean a new album on the way?" Your inner fangirl was screaming at the thought of HS3.

"Can neither confirm nor deny." Harry smirked to himself, like the cheeky bugger he is.

"That's a yes then." You joked, pretending to write it down in your notes.

"You're impossible, you." Harry laughed and shook his head. It made you feel all funny the way you could make him smile like that. You were the source of his happiness for just that moment, and that was enough to make you feel happy for a lifetime - not that he felt the same.

"Next question," you stated, moving swiftly on because you knew you had limited time, "How's your experience with Vogue been so far?"

"Wonderful. Everyone has been so welcoming and that makes it so much easier for me to have fun. It's daunting going at things alone, but i'm getting slowly used to it now." Harry sniffled a little, probably due to the freezing cold weather here.

"Must be strange, not having four best friends around you, all the time, anymore." You stated rather than asked him, sure that he was missing his bandmates. I mean, you were - so he definitely would be.

"Brothers." Harry replied, making you look up at him confused.

"I'm sorry?" You asked, giving him your full attention.

"You said four best friends. Well, actually they're my brothers." His words actually caused a rift in your heart. You could feel it being pulled apart and torn in to two. If you wrote this in to the magazine the fans would have a worldwide passing-away-party.

"Harry." You said softly, slightly tearing up at his words. "God, I swear i'm not normally this emotional." You chest your throat and try to establish your dignity - however there wasn't that much left anymore.

"Oh shut up." Harry looked away obviously trying to hide the fact that he was tearing up too. You laughed at him but didn't draw any more attention to it than you guessed he would've wanted.

"They mean a lot to you then?" You asked, hopefully not treading on any unwanted territories.

"Much more than a lot, yeah." Harry nodded his head, turning it back to face you. He could tell this conversation was now off-the-record because of your closed notebook, your undivided attention towards him and the fact you’d turned off the recording device. He liked being able to look at you, rather than the top of your head. He swore you were the prettiest girl he'd ever seen.

"You still see them often?"

"Not as often as i'd like. Niall did come around the other week to drop off some old guitars he didn't want anymore, and then we ended up playing around with some music for a bit." He admitted, which stitched your heart back together.

"So does that mean a Narry collab?" You teased, biting your bottom lip in anticipation.

"Narry? You so are a directioner." He laughed along with you.

"And you just avoided my question, therefore there is a song out there written only by you and Niall." You concluded, which shut him up.

This conversation was going a lot better than expected. Certainly a lot better than earlier. You will be permanently scarred by the way you spoke to him and handled his belongings. It was going to haunt you forever - and yet he'd forget about it by tomorrow. Or maybe he wouldn't, which is why you felt the need to apologise.

"Harry?" You asked, clearly indicating this was still a conversation away from the interview.

"Yes Y/N?" He watched you intently, listening to your every word.

"I, um, just wanted to apologise for my behaviour earlier. I was just really nervous to meet you, and to be honest still am. I didn't mean to touch your stuff without your consent and I certainly didn't mean to make you uncomfortable with any of my comments. So, i'm sorry. I can only imagine the awful, yet true, things you must think of me." You rambled really quickly, that you were uncertain whether Harry even caught one word of what you'd says.

"Do you know why I asked for you to interview me Y/N?" Harry asked, which wasn't the first thing you expected him to say after your apology.

"No. I...well Lisa told me it was because I can write well or something." You suggested, not wanting to sound egotistical.

"I mean you do write perfectly, but no." You were intrigued now. "I asked for you because I, and this is not for your magazine, have a secret - but not-so-secret - crush on you." This time it was Harrys turn to blush.

"Harry... you don't have to say that to—"

"I'm not saying it for anything. I sincerely think you are the most delightful, most prettiest, most fucking sweetest person i've ever met." Harry exclaimed, which you were taken aback by. Never, ever, did you think that Harry Styles would proclaim his likeness towards you. Ever.

"Harry don't mess with me, please." You shyly spoke, tilting your head down in disbelief that the Harry Styles was smitten about you.

He shuffled along the bench, stopping a little way from you but close enough to reach out for you. Your heartbeat increased when you noticed his hand move closer towards you. It didn't stop till he reached your face. He took his time, courteously, pushing your hair behind your ear before removing you of your glasses. He held the right-eye frame and slowly pulled the glasses off your face.

Once he'd successfully taken them off he folded them up and placed them alongside your closed notebook.

"Can see those pretty eyes now." He whispered quietly, but loud enough for you to hear.

"Don't lie. They're so dull." You mumbled, lifting your head up slightly. His face was still away from you.

"Not to me they're not." He retaliated, looking deep into your eyes as you did his. "I hate this corona virus."

"Why?" His words were so out of the blue sometimes, it gave you whiplash.

"Because I can't be as near to you as I want to be." Harry told you. And yeah, you hated corona too. It was getting a little laborious now.

"Smooth, Styles." You chuckled. You wondered how many new and weird pick-up lines could be made from covid.

"I know." He winked, which honestly would have made you throw up if it were any other man on the planet. Somehow, though, Harry just made it seem attractive - along with every other thing that man ever did. "After this, would you like to come back to my house for a cuppa tea?" He asked sweetly, like a five year old asking whether you wanted to play together.

"Okay. Lisa was my ride though." You said more to yourself than anything else, debating on how you'd even get to Harrys. Uber? Taxi? Lisa? Walk?

"I'll drive us, it's fine. I have to drop Gem off, but i'd be more than happy to chauffeur you." Harry kindly offered, to which you were internally screaming about. You were literally, and metaphorically, having a field-day with all this Harry content and interview.

"Are you sure? I don't want to be a burden." You question politely, not wanting to overstep any boundaries - especially in these covid infested times.

"Of course. I wouldn't have offered otherwise." He protested, waving his hand at if to say it was no bother. You were already trying to work out, in your head, how much petrol money you were going to owe him.

"Then i'd be honoured to have a brew with you Harry." You giggled at how cringe you were being, even if this was just your normal self speaking.

"Great." Harry genuinely smiled, teeth and all. "My shoot should take a couple of hours, but feel free to continue to write and journal. I'm looking forward to reading this particular article." He winked at you before standing up.

"Wonder why?" You sarcastically asked, knowing full-well it was due to his exposure of his own feelings towards you. Even though you'd never says anything back you were quite in agreement on how you felt about him, like he did you. He would be a narcissist to say he knew you liked him the same, out loud, but he knew. And you knew that he knew.

"Wonder why indeed." He gave you one last smile before he'd disappeared for the rest of the afternoon, leaving you to digest and relive the past half an hour or so.

Being Harry Styles' crush was probably the biggest flex you could ever make.

••••

After Harry had finished up his shoot he was quick to come find you again.

You'd watched parts of his shoot and he looked magnificent. There wasn't a good enough word to describe how amazing he looked. Harry, his stylist, was probably the best stylist out there. His fashion choices were unmatched and you wanted him to be yours. You were not rich enough nor fashionable enough, ironic for working in a a fashion company, to hire a stylist, but you would if you could.

You were so proud to see what he was achieving now as the person that he was. Harry was just being Harry, without the devilish control of shitty managements or ridiculous amounts of PR stunts. Harry was more free than ever, and it definitely showed just how much he was enjoying it.

You were certain that this Vogue magazine would break the internet - his fans were good at doing that. This could be a turning point for many people, with their outdated and ignorant views. There was no room for people with racist or homophobic or transphobic or xenophobic - and the list does go on - views anymore.

You were waiting by the front door of the barn, to catch Harry as he walked past. You caught sight of him in a white robe, presumably to get changed back into his everyday clothes. He looked really pretty in the robe - very domestic actually.

Today had been a good day.

Harry asked you to send over the more specific Vogue questions to him via email, so he could devote more time in to answering them in a lot more depth. You thought he meant you'd be sending them to some PA in his team, but you were shocked to understand he'd given you his personal email.

People were walking back to their cars and packing away the filming kit. You saw Lisa and the director talking to one another, no doubt discussing some in-work gossip.

"You ready?" Harrys voice reminded you that you'd been waiting for him. You looked to see he was back in the same clothes as this morning, only this time without his coat.

"Here?" You offered, having him over the coat once again but he declined.

"Looks better on you anyways." He winked at you, before walking through the car park and to his car. You were very surprised when you found out Harry was the one to own the green Jaguar. You assumed all celebrities drove the Range Rover, but no. The vintage car added to Harrys immaculate vibe and just made him that little bit more hot.

Harry properly introduced you to Gemma, who was equally as lovely as Harry. They were both amazing people and they were crazily alike. From the way they looked, down to the way they phrased their words, they were mistakingly twins. Gemma explained how Anne, their mum, didn't know they were doing this photoshoot and that it was going to be a surprise, which you thought was so cute.

Gemma spilt a lot of gossip on Harry, to which he got very embarrassed over. You learnt that Harrys first word was Cat. You learnt that Harry is godfather to multiple children, which you found heartwarming. You learnt Harry used to be a baker - which was something he elaborated on for a good half an hour. Harry was just a fountain of memories and Gemma was the one sharing them all with you.

The drive back to London was relaxed. You sat in the back, listening to Harry and Gemma pointlessly argue whilst an Arctic Monkeys album played in the background. You forgot that people like Harry drove, and listened to music, just like other regular people. You often misplaced celebrities in society, thinking they had everything done for them but in reality that (often) wasn't the case - at least not for Harry.

Gemma was dropped off quickly before Harry drove to his. It was no surprise that the Styles siblings didn't live too far away from each other. Harrys house was beautiful. Bigger than anything you could ever dream of buying. It was a palace compared to your cupboard-sized house. You were unbelievably jealous. He gave you the tour of the house, showing you where the toilets were, and even his panic room if necessary.

You migrated to the kitchen for a bit, talking about anything and everything. Getting to know the minuscule pieces of information that no-one else was trusted with, made you feel special. Harry made you feel special - even if he weren't meaning to.

Every moment held a spark. Every touch set off a firework. Every laugh was an electric burst. He made you feel so alive.

"We can go to the living room after this has boiled." Harry said, pointing towards the streaming kettle. He wanted to show off his fancy tea collection he had, and let you have a try if you wanted to. Harry was boring and chose the basic green tea, but, after much deliberation, you chose the cranberry green tea. It intrigued you and it sounded delicious.

"Why the extensive tea collection?" Not even you, a certified caffeine addict, had this much tea in your house. Coffee was a different story and one in which you didn't want to talk about.

"They help me with my meditation." He took the teabags and placed them in his glass mugs. They had a delicate Gucci stamp on them, and you just imagined that they probably worth the same amount as your daily salary.

"You meditate?" You were slightly surprised that he did.

"I try to yeah." Harry nodded, focusing on pouring in the boiling water into the mugs. "I've got very tight hamstrings and so it helps if I meditate twice a day."

Harry finished making the tea, in the light-filled kitchen, before showing you around to the open-lounge area. Everything was modern and chic. It was exactly how you imagined it, but better. The open, red-brick, wall was a beautiful feature and one that you were a whore for! It reminded you of New York and the memories you'd made there one summer.

The sofa was a beautiful velvet, green, sofa. It was soft and gentle, a lot like Harry when you thought about it. The whole house was an architectural masterpiece and you'd be lying if you said you weren't jealous. You sat on one end and Harry went to go and sit on the other end.

"I don't bite you know?" You joked, self-consciously wondering whether he didn't want to be sat near you.

"I know, I just don't want to step on any of your covid boundaries - which is perfectly fine by the way." He added, apprehensively taking the spot next to you.

"No, not at all." You ushered him to sit next to you, as you took a sip from your steaming hot cup of fruity tea. "If I smell though, do tell me!"

"Yeah, you smell bloody awful!" Harry sarcastically remarked, but laughing afterwards to assure you he was joking. The atmosphere went quiet for a minute, only the sounds of passing cars and deep breaths being heard.

"Y/N can I ask you something?" Harry turned the tone of the conversation. It sounded like he wanted to be more serious than you two were being beforehand.

"Anything." You encouraged him to continue. You placed the cup of tea down on the table, deciding it was too hot to drink right now, and gave him your full attention.

"Do you believe in love at first sight?" Harry questioned. You didn't think you'd be having a conversation this intense - especially if you had different opinions - on your first day of knowing each other, but here you were.

"I believe you can love someone at first sight. I don't believe you can be in love with someone at first sight. Why?" You were curious as to how his brain had journeyed to this particular topic. You'd never really had this conversation with anyone before, mainly because you were unaware of the true power, and meaning, of love.

"It uh... It doesn't matter." Harry shook his head and you could tell by his body language that he was shutting you out. Maybe you'd made him uncomfortable.

"Sorry I didn't mean to—"

"No, no. Please don't apologise. It's just - I like you a lot more than you may think." Harry shyly told you, which made you all soft inside. He was being vulnerable and that was something you admired in a partner. You didn't just need love, affection and trust in a relationship. No. You needed vulnerability and heartbreak too, and Harry was revealing that part of him to you.

"I like you a lot more than you think too." You repeated, not because you felt bad for him but because you truly did like him a whole lot. Love was a weird yet wonderful thing, and if you were to hazard a guess you'd say you loved Harry.

You couldn't wait to be in love with him.

"Does that mean I get to crown you my girlfriend?" Harry excitedly asked. Harry happy was something that should be made a constant, and you were more than happy to be in control of that.

"At least take me out first." You bargained, wishing for nothing more than to go on a date with Harry. Where you'd go, you had no idea. Everything was closed right now and there was still the chance of becoming sick with corona, but no doubt Harry would think of something not only clever, but special.

Of course you'd love to be Harrys girlfriend. However, you wanted one more, official, opportunity to really get to know him - unprofessionally. You wanted to make sure that you knew, and he knew, that you wanted to be with him because he was the charming Harry you've come to love, not because he was Harry Styles.

"So you're allowing me to take you on a date?" Harry smirked like a little child, your heart fluttering at how excited he was to be able to treat you to dinner.

"Yes, Harry. Yes I am." You answered sweetly, offering him the cutest smile you could.

You can't believe what a turn of events today has been. You've gone from nearly writing yourself on Harrys enemy list to writing yourself on to his 'people he's dated' list. Who knows what the future would offer you. At the start of the day you had wished this whole day to end and for the ground to just swallow you up, now you never wanted it to end. It was too perfect to be true and yet it was.

Harry was the most wonderful human to exist and you were beyond surprised to be the one to catch his attention. You didn't understand why you were so special, but it was nice to feel like this for a change. It was nice to feel wanted.

••••

A few months later and you were officially Harrys girlfriend.

It had been such a crazy few months. Harry religiously took you out on dates every week. Whether it be to grab a hotdog at a local diner, a coffee from a quaint cafe, a walk in Hyde Park or a late-night drive around London - which normally ended up with you falling asleep before you could make it back to yours. On sleepless jet-lagged nights he'll still drive through London's quiet streets, seeing neighborhoods in a new way, just as an excuse to spend time with you.

Harry often stayed over at yours. Even though you looked like you lived in a shoebox compared to Harry, he liked it. He liked the subtly and normality of it all. He wanted your life to remain as normal as possible and, apart from the occasional paparazzi incident, it did. You never had anything to complain about. Of course the online bullying created emotional wounds, at the start of your relationship, but it was nothing that Harry couldn't repair with a bit of love.

Lisa has nominated herself to be maid-of-honour when the day comes - if the day comes. Harry has already pinky sworn that you are it for him. The one, as some may say. You were utterly flattered, but you certainly unsure of what the future help for you both.

You loved Harry, you do love Harry and you will forever always love Harry.

It was ridiculous to think that all this stemmed from you working at Vogue. From you studying English Literature in a city away from London. From you dedicating you extra hours gaining work experience and money to be able get in and afford university. So many moments in life have you stopped and said 'i wish i hadn't have done that', but now you were convinced that they were the best things to have happened to you - because they lead you, all, to Harry.

And, being Harry Styles girlfriend was probably the biggest flex you could ever make.

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kiss-inthekitchen · 3 years ago

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all that you ask of me | loki laufeyson

summary: you and Loki have a discussion about your kinks, and you learn something about him that you weren’t expecting

wc: 1.5k

warnings: smutty themes!! talk of bdsm, both reader and loki are switches and they aren't chill about it, teasing, light degradation but in a cute way, sub!loki, dom!loki, f!reader. loki has huge bisexual switch energy and i had to put it in a fic

a/n: title is kind of unrelated lol it makes more sense in the next chapter. pls let me know if you like it, i love when u guys leave comments or tags !

It’s been a few weeks since you and Loki had started dating and your sexual chemistry has been insane, which was a surprise to neither of you. You’d started out as friends, and even then, any time Loki had so much as brushed his fingers along your skin you felt something akin to electricity spike through your body. And though he was loath to admit it at first, Loki felt the same. So, once you finally gave in to your mutual feelings for each other, things only got more exciting.

Though the two of you had been having sex for weeks, you hadn’t really done anything too spicy yet, still getting used to this new aspect of your relationship. Now, though, you’d decided it would be a good idea to get it all out there, rather than try to figure it out as you went along. Besides, something about the idea of talking things out with Loki like it was nothing more than a casual conversation was thrilling to you.

You and Loki were sitting on the couch, your legs resting in his lap as he absentmindedly soothed circles into one of your calves. You smiled fondly at the way he always had to be touching some part of you. The two of you had covered a few topics already, going over safewords (you were partial to the traffic light system, and Loki agreed) and some of your hard limits, and now you were on to the fun part. Specifically, a rather exciting interest your partner had just confessed to.

“You know,” you mused, unable to keep the teasing smile off your face, “I wouldn’t have expected you to be into submission, what with your whole...thing.”

“My whole thing?” He repeated, raising his eyebrows at your choice of words. You suppressed a laugh. He probably would’ve spent more time on his faux outrage if the look on your face wasn’t so damn cute. “Yes, well. I am full of surprises, aren’t I?”

You hummed in response. “I mean, I had hoped you’d be into it. Or, I guess, fantasized, would be the better w-”

“Did you?” He cut you off, sounding all too pleased.

“Oh, for a while now,” you smirked.

“You’ve been holding out on me,” he said, the admiration in his eyes shifting to smugness as he continued, “I wouldn’t expect you to be a dom, what with your whole thing.”

You made a show of rolling your eyes at him. He wasn’t wrong, though. Compared to Loki, you were much more bubbly and warm, not that he was really so cold anymore, but he was still… him. On top of that, your style tended to lean more toward pastel colors, though lately you were known to also rock some dark green tones. You supposed that from the outside, people would assume you to be the more submissive one in the relationship. Which you definitely could be, but your tastes went both ways.

“Okay, I deserved that,” you relented. “Now come on, tell me what I want to know.”

“Okay, well. I’ve no problem with bondage, as I’m sure you know.”

“You do seem to end up in chains quite often, my love. But... not sexually?” You’d meant for it to be a statement, but then you realized you actually had no idea, your voice lilting up into a question.

He fixed you with a look that very clearly told you you’d been wrong.

Well, okay then. “Right,” you responded, a little breathier than before, trying not to let your imagination run wild just yet. Loki squeezed your ankle playfully, bringing you back before you could lose focus. “So, is there anything you’re not okay with, bondage-wise? Like, collars, ties, cuffs…?” You trailed off.

He thought for a moment. “No, it’s all fine with me. What about you?”

“Cuffs kinda freak me out, actually. I don’t have superhuman strength and all.”

“Noted. Oh, one thing I do want to mention- I’m going to have to ask that you refer to me exclusively as ‘Your Majesty’ when I’m in charge,” he said, expression unwavering.

Your mouth dropped open for a second before you asked, “Wait, seriously?”

He broke into a mischievous grin. “No. But if you’d really like to, I suppose I wouldn’t stop you,” he said the last bit thoughtfully, and you playfully hit his arm with the back of your hand in admonishment. “Ooh, harder,” he said, still with an air of mischief, though you got the sense he wasn’t entirely kidding.

“Loki!” you gasped.

“Alright,” he laughed lightly. “Great God of Mischief will work just as well.”

“I am not calling you that.”

“You’re being so difficult.”

“Will you just tell me what you like to be called already? If you carry on like this, I swear, I will call you Captain.”

“You wouldn’t dare,” he said, glaring at you, and you raised an eyebrow as if to ask, care to test that theory? “Okay, I yield. But, honestly, it depends on the scene. If you’re comfortable with it, I’ll have you call me ‘sir’ most of the time, ‘daddy’ on special occasions. You’re a smart girl. I trust that you’ll know when those occasions come about.”

You just nodded, your mouth suddenly feeling dry. Why were you having such a reaction to Loki calling you a smart girl? He’d definitely noticed.

“What would you like to be called? When you’re the dominant?” Loki asked, saving you from your thought spiral.

“Oh, um. Ma’am is fine. None of the other terms really work for me, I don’t know why, they just seem kind of… too much, I guess,” you over-explained, feeling your cheeks start to heat up.

“Ma’am is just fine?” Loki pressed.

“No, it’s- it’s good. I, um, really like it.” Your cheeks flamed even hotter now, your gaze trained on the couch cushion.

Loki reached out and lifted your chin gently with his thumb and forefinger, making you look at him. “Come now, you were doing so well. Don’t get shy on me now,” he said, voice taking on that deep timbre that made you feel like all the air had been sucked out of the room.

“Okay,” you breathed, your mind gone completely blank as you looked at him.

“Good girl,” he said softly. He didn’t miss the way your body reacted to the praise, a smug smirk plastered on his face.

Bastard. You narrowed your eyes at him, shaking your head slightly to clear it. “That’s not fair,” you countered weakly.

“Isn’t it? I’m just trying to figure out what you like,” he feigned innocence.

“Right,” you said, only a little petulantly, trying to think of what else you wanted to ask him before he’d distracted you. “How do you feel about degradation?” You blurted out. “Receiving, I mean.”

That caught him off guard, to your great enjoyment. “I- I’m not sure. No one’s ever tried it.”

You raised an eyebrow at him. “You’ve been tied up but no one’s ever called you names?”

“No,” he responded, frowning slightly. You could practically see the gears turning in his head. “I think I might be okay with it.”

“My honey, you’ve been so deprived,” you said with a pout. It was your turn to have a little fun now. “So,” you started, trailing your fingertips up his forearm, drawing his attention to your touch before you continued. “If, for example, I had you on your knees, and you were being so good for me, and I just happened to call you my obedient little slut-” he inhaled sharply, and you couldn’t help but grin, “-you would, theoretically, be okay with that?” You looked up into his eyes, seeing the flash of desire that had settled there.

“I think that would be acceptable,” he spoke, clearly putting in effort to keep his voice even.

You smiled, pleased with yourself. It was cute that he still tried to seem unaffected when you could literally feel the way his cock had stiffened against you. You shifted the position of your leg in his lap, lightly brushing against him, and he gasped.

“Pathetic,” you chide.

He shifted uncomfortably in his seat. As much as he may try to seem unimpressed with your teasing, he was certainly susceptible to it. “If you want us to get through the rest of the conversation, you’re going to have to stop that,” he says, but it comes out more like a plea than an order, and he’s sure that you’re going to be the death of him.

You chuckle, leaning forward to kiss his cheek. “Oh, this is gonna be so much fun.”

“It seems I’ve underestimated you, dearest,” he says, tone laced through with affection.

You bring a hand up to cup his cheek, drawing him closer to press a sweet kiss to his lips.

“Well, that’s a mistake we won’t make twice. Isn’t it, love?”

#loki x reader #loki laufeyson #loki smut #sub!loki #dom!loki #mcu loki #i had too much fun writing this lmao #it's the switching for me!!!#bisexual switch messes only in this house <3 #my fics #pls interact w this if you liked it i need validation lol

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versadies · 3 years ago

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Hey hey!! I've been following you for a while now and I love your work sm aaa

Saw the event, I love soulmate au's 😩‼ as a gemini, may I request a gemini prompt + kaeya? Up to you who the enemy is, I trust you ^ ^

-🦚 @pavo-ocell-me

someday, one day (hc scenario)

penpal: omg hi !! im glad u love my work, i hope this is to ur liking 🙌

prompt: gemini the twins, enemy-lover soulmate au

pairing/s: kaeya x gn!reader

sypnosis: when you thought he was your enemy but is actually your lover.

includes: spoilers on diluc and kaeya's backstory, spoilers on genshin's official webtoon, violence, physical pain, burns, arguing, enthusiastic!diluc (pls take note that its canon that he USED to be like all the other pyro characters b4 his father's death.),

when you first met diluc, it felt like he was your knight in shining armor.

the first time you two met was when you accidentally fell down from your balcony after leaning too much on the railing and diluc managed to catch you bridal-style whilst he was on patrol around the city as a knight.

it truly was romantic– and a near-death experience for you.

so when you found out that his name is imprinted on your wrist, you felt ecstatic, and so did he.

since then, you two were known as the youngest soulmates who had found each other in mondstadt, people admiring your relationship with envy and happiness.

of course, you and diluc were a happy couple. although you would be lying if you said diluc is overall your type, you managed to find yourself falling in love with the man.

when crepus, diluc's father, found out about diluc's once-in-a-lifetime moment, he simply laughs and pats you and his son by your backs with a proud smile.

"by the time my son turns 18, we better make arrangements of your wedding! it's a ragnvindr tradition, after all." he comments eagerly. you honestly weren't sure if the man was joking or not.

it didn't take long before you meet his dear brother, kaeya.

when you find out his brother's name is the same as the one that's imprinted on your other wrist, being surprised is far from your reaction.

"don't worry about it, y/n." diluc reassures you one night as the two of you stroll around the city together. "i'll make sure nothing will go wrong between you and my brother. besides, you always have me, right?"

if diluc hadn't tried what he said, perhaps things would've gone differently than now.

in fear of being enemies with your future brother-in-law, you decided to avoid kaeya like a plague, giving the young man apologetic looks whenever you walk away from his presence.

as much as you're avoiding the man, you couldn't imagine hating on kaeya. every night, you always think of what can make kaeya your enemy. what is there to hate him? he's funny, chivalrous, everything that screams your type of men.

wait.. type?

your heart drops from the moment you started thinking romantic things about diluc's brother, looking behind you to see your soulmate sleeping soundly with a frown plastered on your face.

is diluc really your lover?

doubts started to cross your mind. what if diluc isn't your soulmate? what is there to prove that kaeya is your enemy? are you just overthinking things?

"i can't think about this." you murmured to yourself, pulling up your comforter before laying back down on your bed and try to fall asleep.

"i have a wedding to worry about next year."

just as you said, you did try not to think about the possibilities you have with the two brothers, distracting yourself with tasks and dates with your lover, who's quite oblivious to your problems going on inside your head.

unnoticed by you, you weren't the only one who has been burdened with your thoughts.

by the time diluc's birthday has arrived, the two of you started to get excited from your future wedding, excited to finally marry each other after years of spending your adolescence together.

you didn't expect an inconvenience during diluc and crepus's trip.

you didn't expect crepus trying to save diluc from a monster using something that no one but snezhnaya has ever heard of.

you didn't expect crepus asking diluc to put him out of his misery.

you didn't expect diluc to come strolling back to your shared home with blood stained in his clothing at a late hour.

you never, ever, expected your lover to fight his own brother when he took a visit.

and you did not expect your lover to plan on leaving you and everyone.

"what do you mean you're... you're leaving?" you ask in disbelief, staring at diluc as though he has two heads. "can't i go with you–?"

"no, this journey will be too dangerous for you–"

"this applies to you as well! you're not an immortal or some god–"

"i can do this on my own, y/n." he says with his eyes narrowed. you couldn't help but scoff in disbelief. this isn't the diluc you know and loved.

"but diluc.. isn't this too much? your father... i know crepus's death is too much but, why can't you stay?" you whispered, cupping his cheeks. "what about our wedding? the life you and i planned after your bi–"

"my father died and you're seriously thinking about our wedding?!" diluc forces your hands away from his face, glaring at you. "why can't you understand that i'm trying to find out the truth on this delusion–"

"i do understand!" you yelled out. "i do understand that you want to do this for him but what about monstadt? the knights? what about your brother–"

"HE'S NOT MY BROTHER!" he yelled, lashing out at you as you screamed in surprise when you saw fire in front of you, immediately covering your face with your arms out of reflex.

you didn't notice how your lover's eyes widens on what he did,

you couldn't notice him, not when you're too focused on the huge burns on your arms.

"oh my god..." diluc murmurs, slowly taking a few steps back as he takes a look of what he did, ignoring the sudden presence of adelaide and elzer, who both gasped from the scene.

your eyes starts to water from the intense pain, trying not to cry out and scream your heart out in fear of making your lover feel regret. you could honestly care less on what diluc is doing, all you could think about was the intense burns from your arms.

suddenly, the door was slammed open by kaeya– who was wet from the rain outside.

"what the hell did you do to them?!" kaeya exclaims, running towards you with a shocked look on his face. "i'll take you to the cathedral alright? the sisters will heal you." he whispers, wiping off the tears from your face as he wraps his arm around your shoulder and takes you towards the doors.

before diluc could let out a word from his mouth, kaeya gives him a glare.

"you may hate me for what happened," kaeya says.

"but for celestia's sake, don't ever come to them or call them your lover ever again."

that was the last time you saw diluc.

you eventually find out from the chattering nuns that the man had already left monstadt with no news of when he'll return, causing everyone to pity you and for diluc about what happened.

you were thankful that no one except the nuns found out about the incident of your arms.

throughout your stay in the cathedral, you usually find kaeya beside you, keeping an eye on you with a concerned look on his face. you honestly couldn't imagine what would've happened if the man didn't storm inside dawn winery. would diluc actually try to help you later on and leave? would you have suffered more with your injuries as he stands by watching you in disbelief?

whatever outcome you could think of, your heart ached from them all.

would diluc stayed had he been the one who tries to take care of your injuries?

either way, you knew the man is no longer the one you fell in love with from those years ago.

as years grew by, so did your friendship with kaeya.

although it was awkward from the start, you eventually warmed up to the man who you thought is your enemy, feeling more comfortable with him than before.

the two of you started having careers by then, with you having a successful career whilst kaeya becomes the calvary captain of the knights of favonius.

although the two of you are busy, you agreed to always meet each other at night in angel's share, where you drink the night away and talk about anything that comes out of your minds.

there wasn't a day when you thought about diluc.

thankfully, your burns weren't too severe and is slowly fading away throughout the years. but that doesn't mean the memories you had from it disappeared as well.

ever since that dreadful night, you started having nightmares about the incident, always finding yourself sitting up from your bed with a scared look on your face.

you wished you didn't want to see diluc this way, but you honestly couldn't bare to face him if he ever comes back to the city.

you don't see him as a lover or a friend. all he is to you at this very moment is your nightmare.

your nightmares simply washes away when kaeya comes up in your mind.

whenever you think about your so-called destined enemy, you felt comforted and safe. it was understandable really! you were touched by how he took care of you regardless of you being his "enemy".

however... now that you could think about it, the calvary captain has a lot more common with you than diluc himself. the fact that his brother made you laugh a lot and supported you in many ways made you started thinking that maybe diluc really isn't your destined lover.

your heart skips a beat from the thought of kaeya being your true lover, the smile you wore never fading away.

perhaps when you're finally starting to move on from the relationship you had with diluc, maybe... just maybe, kaeya could be the one you've been hoping for.

you started to sleep more peacefully, excited for the future that awaits.

somewhere in the calvary captain's home, the man is dreaming and hoping of you too.

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With You

Pairing: Jeon Jeongguk x Reader

Genre: Fluff, smut, College!AU, established relationship

Word Count: 5.2k

Summary: Although trying to fight it, Jeongguk can’t help but become insecure about your relationship after your ex best friend starts filling his head with lies about you and Taehyung, his best friend who you just so happened to be out with that day. Good thing is, you’re right there with him to reassure him you want him and only him.

—Alternatively, the one in which during a heated make out session you find out your boyfriend is a virgin, and decide to help him get himself off.

Warnings: Heavy making out, light body touching (?), dry humping, confident Guk and shy/awkward Guk keep switching places, handjob, blowjob. And yup, Guk’s (still) a virgin.

A/N: Helloo, this from part 28 of my Social Media AU ‘Tiger Flower’, but I guess you can still read it if you haven’t read the full story lol. So this was supposed to be a 2k drabble like the ones I always write but I got a bit carried away 🤡 I hope you enjoy! 💕 ALSO, someone asked me to bold the beginning and ending of the smut part(s), so if you don’t wanna read the smut just look for the bolded words and skip what’s in between lol.

Running his hands through his face as the elevator’s doors opened, Jeongguk started walking through the hallway to his place, head lowered as he absently looked in his pocket for the keys to the apartment.

The conversation he had with Sooyeon was still going through his mind over and over. Although he had managed to sound confident enough through the texts they had exchanged and he had put her in her place —along with blocking her ass just like he had wanted to ever since the first time she brought you up into the conversation—, he could not deny her words did hit home.

Taehyung was definition of your type. Outgoing, talkative, funny, handsome. The life of the party, in other words. Something he was not, and something he would never be, considering he did not show up to parties at all if it wasn’t because he was either forced to by his friends or because you would be there.

Taehyung could most definitely show you a good time, whereas he, on the other hand…

No, fuck that. You were dating him. He was your boyfriend. He, Jeon Jeongguk. That was all he could find comfort in.

Then again, you were not with him right then. You were somewhere else with Taehyung. As friends, but still. And then again, just like he had a high school crush on you and found himself falling all over again three years into college, so had you with Taehyung right before dating him. Would it really be that hard for you to fall for him a third time when the two of you were still so close?

He shook his head, as if trying to shake his thoughts away. Don’t let Sooyeon get to you, Y/N’s with you for a reason. Don’t let Sooyeon get t—

“Hey…”

Before his head could keep on torturing him, your voice brought him back out of his small trance, fixing his wide doe eyes on you for two seconds before he took in his surroundings, only then realising he had already reached his apartment’s door.

Staring back at you, his eyes lit up.

“Hey,” he said softly. “What… What are you doing here?”

You shifted nervously in your place. “You sounded kinda off through texts, so I just wanted to check up on you”.

He nodded quietly, fighting the huge smile that was threatening with forming on his lips.

Because you were there. With him.

“You didn’t, um…” his eyes travelled to the door for a second before they were back on you. “Joon-ie hyung didn’t open the door for you?”

A small laugh escaped your lips at the way his eyebrows had furrowed, ready to fight his roommate for leaving you waiting out there for God knows how long. “I didn’t call on the door” you explained, causing his eyebrows to knit further together in utter confusion. “I didn’t know if you wanted me here at all, so I thought I’d just wait outside in case you wanted to be alone and asked me to g—”

Your words were cut off by a sweet kiss being pressed to your lips. Although taken aback the first second, you smiled when he cupped your face to press his mouth deeper against yours.

“What was that for?” you smiled once he pulled away, eyes still closed as you felt his nose gently bumping yours.

“I’m just happy you’re here” he breathed contently.

“That’s good to hear” you sheepishly admitted, resting your hands on his chest. “I honestly thought you would ask me to leave”.

He shook his head no, pecking your lips before he pulled you into his arms. “Don’t be silly, you know I always want to be with you”.

You took in a shaky breath, feeling all the tension you had been building up until then leave your body for good, and then wrapping your arms tightly around him as well. “Yeah, but you sounde—”

“Shh,” he hushed you, pressing a brief kiss to your neck. “I want you here”.

You let out another laugh, not only because of how happy his words made you, but because of the way he later grabbed your face once again to start peppering kisses all over it.

“Yah, Jeon Jeongguk!” you called him out in between giggles. “We’re in the middle of the hallway”.

He laughed, pecking your lips one last time before he pulled away. You just didn’t know how much it meant to him having you there with him right then when he needed you the most.

Without another word, he took his keys out of his pocket, like he had intended to minutes ago, and finally opened the door.

Stopping in his tracks, he turned around to look at you with a raised brow. “You’re coming in, right?”

You shrugged nonchalantly. “I mean, since you ask so nicely…”

Rolling his eyes at your overdramatic ways, he grabbed your hand, pulling you inside his place with him, not giving you time to even take a look around as he dragged you into his room.

“I don’t even get to say hi to Joon?” you teased as you closed the door behind you and he went to lie down on his bed.

“You can go say hi if you want” he replied simply, resting his weight on his elbows so he could properly look at you.

“Nah,” you shrugged, watching his nose scrunch up as his lips parted into a big smile when you started walking towards him. “I came to see you after all”.

“That you did” he contently affirmed, that being all he needed to let go of his intrusive thoughts.

Letting his back fall on the bed once again, he stretched his arm out on the mattress for you to go over there. Without another word, you crawled in bed with him, resting your head on his arm just like he wanted you to, scooting closer to him when his hand rested on your shoulder, and then resting yours on his chest.

“So how was work?” you tried to initiate small talk, tenderly running your fingers in circular motions from his chest to his abdomen.

The sigh that had escaped his mouth let you know not so well.

Work itself had been alright . What happened afterwards when he was heading home and Sooyeon texted him? Yeah, that had been shitty as hell.

“I blocked Sooyeon” he let you know.

Your head snapped up. “Hadn’t you already done that?”

“From Instagram, yeah” he nodded. “I blocked her phone number now. It can be a little awkward tomorrow when I see her but it’s the last day of filming, so I couldn’t care less”.

Although wanting to laugh —because, let’s be honest, that new piece of information could only bring you joy—, you ended up pouting in confusion.

“Something happened?”

“The usual,” he took in a deep breath. “She was talking shit”.

You nodded understandingly. Although wanting to know the details, you understood he didn’t really want to talk about it, for otherwise he would’ve told you by then. So, you said nothing, settling for pressing a lingering kiss to his shoulder instead.

“Is that why you were upset?” you wondered.

Jeongguk stayed quiet, both in awe at how you could tell he wasn’t feeling his best just by a couple of texts, and once again upset at the conversation he had held with Sooyeon earlier that evening.

“Kinda” he tried to shrug it off.

You puckered your lips, stopping your soothing motions on his torso and resting your palm on it instead so you could support your body up as you looked for his chocolate eyes.

“Was it because I went out with Tae?”

The way his body had tensed was all the answer you needed. However, he surprised you by shaking his head no.

“It wasn’t… I mean,” he sighed, pushing his hair back with his hand. “You guys are friends, it’s okay”.

You stared at him intently. Maybe he claimed it didn’t bother him, but his eyes right then, which remained fixed on the ceiling instead of your concerned ones, told you otherwise.

Placing your hand on his arm and giving it a light squeeze, you leaned in to briefly press your lips to his cheek. “I’m sorry,” your sincere words managed to catch his attention. “I should’ve asked if you were okay with it”.

He shook his head no immediately, sitting up and resting his back on the headboard. “You don’t need to ask for my permission to meet up with people, petal”.

“I know, but,” you shrugged, sitting up as well by his side and focusing your eyes somewhere other than his. “Everything is still kind of recent, I should’ve been more considerate of your feelings. I’m just so used to hanging out with mostly guys that I forget I have a boyfriend now and you—”

You caught on the way he had —teasingly— raised up a questioning eyebrow, making you mentally go over the words you had just said and panic once you realised how wrongly you had worded them.

“Wait, no!” you tried to correct yourself immediately, as he could no longer hold his serious semblance and started laughing. “I don’t forget I have a boyfriend, I meant that I forget you might not be very fond of—yah!” you called him out when his laugh did no longer allow your words to be heard.

“I know what you meant, petal” he reassured you, grabbing your hand and gently running his thumb on the back of it. “You look so cute when you panic”.

“Aish, you’re so annoying” you crossed your arms over your chest.

Chuckling at your cute annoyance, he took advantage of your folded arms to pull you towards him by them, having you instinctively straddle his lap after his lips collided with yours.

“You’re really okay with it then?” you asked one last time, cupping his face as he opened his eyes; watching the way they smiled right before he nodded.

He trusted you. Both you and Taehyung. He really did.

He knew the two of you were just friends. After all, he had told Taehyung it was okay for him to hang out with you from time to time back when they had The Talk. And he was truly okay with it. It was just that he couldn’t help being insecure sometimes, and Sooyeon’s words had only managed to increase that feeling.

He needed some reassurance from you, that was all.

“Just…” he licked his lips as he tried to find the right words. “You want to be with me… right?”

You answered his question with a slow, lingering kiss. One that left him aching for more, lips slightly puckered when yours left their touch. “I’m with you for a reason, bun” you cooed. “I mean, I am your girlfriend after all, am I not?”

He smiled blissfully, still feeling a wave of heat run up his body whenever that word was mentioned in reference to you, as he was not quite used to it yet. “Don’t go forgetting I’m your boyfriend then”.

Just as a light laugh escaped your mouth at his mocking remark, he entangled his fingers in the hair at the back of your head to pull you back into his lips, resting one of his hands on your lower back as you wrapped your arms around his neck the way he loved it, slightly opening your mouth to give him easier access to it.

And maybe it was the loose fabric of the oversized hoodie of his you had kept and were wearing that day, that made it so easy for his hands reach for your naked body underneath, or maybe it was just the way he had been craving you for so long, what made him dig his hands inside of it without a second thought — fingertips hesitantly tracing your skin and thumbs drawing circles on your waist for a couple of seconds before they trailed all the way up to the hem of your bra, where they stopped in their tracks and travelled to your back instead, as he didn’t want to overstep any more boundaries than he already thought he had.

Earning a small protesting whine from him when your mouth let go of his, you surprised him by digging your own hands under your hoodie and grabbing his wrists, causing a shaky break to abandon his mouth when you placed his hands on your breasts, just like that, giving him the last little push he needed to do what he was dying to.

“You can touch me all you want” you managed to say a little out of breath, not having time to feel shy at your own words under his piercing stare before his mouth was once more smashing on yours.

Enjoying the spoken consent you had just given him, he wasted no time in cupping your breasts, smiling in between your kisses at the way they felt so perfect in his hands — imagining how much softer they would feel without the lacy fabric in the way.

Letting go of one of them, he placed his hand on your bare back to pull you closer against his chest, giving the one still in his hold a firm squeeze that had you moaning against his lips.

And right then, he felt something he had not quite felt before. It was the way he felt his blood boil and the way he wanted more. He wanted to hear more of that melodic sound. He wanted more of you.

Only, the next second, it was you the one making a raspy moan come out of his mouth, when you grinded against his lap, providing him the friction he didn’t know he needed so bad.

Removing one of his hands from underneath your hoodie, he cupped one of your cheeks to keep you steady as he sucked your bottom lip into his mouth, tongue tracing its outline so you would open up. Doing as he wanted, you felt his tongue pleasantly massage yours, deciding right then you also wanted to feel his bare skin against your fingertips, not letting any other second go by before your hands were already making their way inside his black sweatshirt, feeling goosebumps form on his skin as your faint touch inevitably tickled his abdomen.

Letting go of his mouth, you planted a kiss to his jaw before making your way down to his neck, getting a gasp out of his mouth when you started sucking at the sensitive skin.

With the intention of keeping you still on his lap as your hungry lips worked on his neck, he placed both of his hands on your hips — momentarily forgetting about his own strength and ending up pulling you down roughly enough for you to unintentionally rub once more against his already hardening member.

“Fuck” he rasped, feeling you smile agains his neck before you rolled your hips one more time just to get another moan out of him.

Not letting go of your hips, if anything grabbing them tighter, he turned both of you around so he could be in control now. With your head hitting the soft pillow, and still taken aback by his sudden actions, you allowed his needy lips to attack yours once more for a while before they peppered small kisses all their way down to your neck.

“Jeongguk” you moaned when he thrusted his hips against your center.

He smiled, loving the tone his name had just came out with from your pretty lips. Wanting more of it, he did it again, going back to your mouth right in time to muffle the moan that had just escaped your mouth, as you could not be anything other than grateful at the fact he had decided to wear a pair of dark joggers that particular day, allowing you to feel his stiff member with little to no restraints.

With one hand holding onto your hip and his other one making its way back inside your hoodie and up to your breasts, he cupped one of them — his thumb giving attention to your nipple by making circular motions over the thin fabric of your bra and having you bite your bottom lip to hold back a moan.

Losing yourself into his pleasant touch, you rested your hands over his back, wrapping your legs tight around his waist, pulling his hips once more into your center. A satisfied smile curved up your lips at the way he had to let go of your mouth and buried his face in the crook of your neck to muffle the quite loud moan that had just escaped his lips — thrusting into you one more time just as you rolled your hips up to meet him there.

Breathing heavily at the ongoing friction, you let your hands travel down to the waistband of his joggers so you could pull them down and feel him up.

And although for just a second, you felt his lips abandon the spot they had been teasing on your neck — an almost inaudible gasp escaping his mouth as his body tensed up.

That was all you needed to stop.

“What happened?” you worried.

“Nothing” he was quick to try and brush it off, going back to pepper wet kisses to your neck.

“No, Guk” you lightly pushed him off you, cupping his face in your hands so he had no choice but to look at you. “If you don’t want t—”

“I want to” he stated before you could even finish your sentence.

Fuck, he wanted to.

“Then?”

Jeongguk sighed in defeat, managing to break free from your hold and letting his forehead fall to your shoulder. “It’s embarrassing…”

Your eyebrows furrowed, not understanding where he was trying to go with this at all. “You can trust me”.

He took in a deep breath. He knew he could trust you. He knew you would never make fun of him for such a thing. However, to him, his lack of experience, especially since you did have some of it, could only be something he felt insecure about.

“Bun…” you tried to reassure him, wrapping your arms around him and planting kiss after kiss to the side of his head.

“I’ve never…” his voice came out muffled as he spoke against your shoulder, making it harder for you to hear.

“What?”

“I’ve never had...” he spoke louder this time. “You know…”

He found delusional how hard it was for him to admit it. He had never really minded, to be honest. Whenever his friends teased him because of it he would just brush it off. It wasn’t that he was not interested in having sex, he was a young man with many needs after all. And it wasn’t that he didn’t feel ready either —or well, that until that evening, because it was fair to say he was freaking out now that it was you the one he was about to be with—. It was just that no one had ever caught his attention the way you had. There was never someone he felt the need to have this kind of intimacy with, until you.

That’s why, unlike with his friends, he did mind when it came to you. It was hard for him to admit it to you because, although he knew you’d understand, you could always be disappointed at his lack of experience, and it was precisely not being good enough for you what worried him the most, what had made him hesitate before.

“You’ve never… had sex?” you softly finished for him.

He nodded shamefully, and for a good couple of seconds you couldn’t believe him. Yes, he had told you once he had never been on a date, but dates are different than sex. For starters, you didn’t need to really talk during sex, which was what you knew troubled him the most about dates and just meeting people in general. Besides, with a guy as handsome as Jeongguk, you had been positive he must’ve been with someone at least once.

However, opposite to the disappointed reaction he thought you would have, he found himself relaxing under your touch when you pressed a kiss to his head.

“Gotta say I can’t believe and am kinda disappointed that no one ever tried to jump your bones before” your bold words had him laughing in a second, pinching one of your sides to call you out on them. “Seriously, bun. I mean, look at you!”

“Shut up” he mumbled, feeling his cheeks burn in embarrassment.

You chuckled, gently shoving his face with your shoulder to let him know you wanted him to look at you, making him feel at ease just by seeing the smile on your lips once he did as told. “It’s okay”.

“It is?” his voice came out uncertain.

You nodded, cupping his face. “Of course it is. I’ll wait for as long as you want me to”.

“But I want to” he pointed out embarrassingly fast, earning a light laugh from you.

“Then I’ll just wait until the moment’s right and you feel like going through with it without hesitating” you kissed his pink lips briefly — as if on cue, your heads snapping to the next room after hearing Namjoon drop something and cursing at it. “And until we’re alone and won’t risk being heard by our roommates, maybe”.

Jeongguk laughed at your last addition, leaning in to peck your lips three times. “I like the sound of that” he smiled, only for it to be erased when his eyes instinctively went down to the problem he had just been left with inside his pants. “I should probably, um…”

Your eyes followed his as they glanced down to his still hardened length. You had been too caught up on kissing him before to pay attention to it. But now, watching the outline of his erection poking through his sweatpants, you found yourself wanting more of him all over again.

“I can help you with that if you want” you couldn’t stop the words from coming out of your mouth, having his attentive eyes lock with yours in a second. “We don’t need to have sex for that”.

Jeongguk licked his lips, deep in thought over something he already knew the answer to. “Don’t feel like you have to...”

“I want to” you stated.

Simple as that, he found himself nodding — your determined eyes being the last push he needed to let go of the shyness he had suddenly been filled with and just give in to what he wanted, to what he needed.

With a smile curving up your lips, you gently stole a kiss from his mouth, sweetly pecking it a couple of times before you finally sucked on his bottom lip — a muffled moan coming out of his mouth when you gave it a teasing bite right as your hand palmed him over his pants.

“You have to be quiet” you reminded him with a light laugh. And for a second there you were kinda glad it wasn’t you the one on the receiving side, for you weren’t sure you’d be able to keep it down either at all.

Not being able to say anything in reply, he just nodded — a pretty eager nod that seemed more like one to move on from the topic already than one of agreement. Nevertheless, you had no intentions of stopping, (un)luckily for him.

Pressing another kiss to his swollen lips, you fidgeted with the waistband of his joggers just like you had intended to before. This time, he didn’t tense up, and you took that as your green light before you dug your hand in them.

“M—Fuck” he mewled when you took a hold of his cock, burying his face in the crook of your neck as you guided it out of his clothes.

Letting go of it for a second, you helped him on his back so you could sit up into a more comfortable position before wrapping your hand around it again, and right then you could’ve sworn you would never get tired of the pretty sounds that escaped his lips every time you touched him.

Gently, as you were just then discovering what it was he enjoyed the most, you started giving him a few pumps, trying to find the right pace for him and his needs.

“Baby, fuck” he breathed out, leaning his head deeper againt the pillow as he looked for some kind of support.

And it was the way he faintly thrusted his hips up into your hand, what let you know he was craving more. Not having to think twice, you sped up the pace of the way your hand moved up and down his length, tightening your hold on it just a little bit more.

“Mm… Just like that,” he let you know softly, as if suddenly remembering about the whole being-quiet-thing. “Just like that”.

“Feels good?” you wondered, enjoying the view of his furrowed eyebrows and closed eyes as he gave in to your touch.

“So good” he agreed.

Licking your lips, you stared down at his hard cock in your hand, giving it one last pump before your thumb slowly spread his precum over its tip.

“You alright with just my hand?” you asked and he was nodding before you could finish the question, which made you wonder if he had even heard it at all or was immersed enough in his own pleasure to agree to anything. “Or would you enjoy my mouth being wrapped around you better?”

His eyes opened as soon as the word ‘mouth’ was on the table, studying your face for a couple of seconds to make sure you were not playing with him in his vulnerable state. At the sight of your lustful eyes on him, however, he knew you were indeed very serious. And he’d be damned if he ever turned down such an offer.

“I want your mouth” although determined, his voice came out shakily.

Nevertheless, you were willing to comply with his wishes.

Jeongguk was on the edge of losing it when he saw you smile and make your hair out of the way right before you leaned down, removing your thumb from the tip of his cock so you could replace it with your tongue instead — a hiss escaping his mouth when you licked the traces of the precum you had just spreaded over it.

Giving him two small pumps, you allowed yourself to take him in your mouth; far from being able to take his entire length, yet enough for his body to tremble out of utter pleasure.

“Y/N…” he whimpered, fingers entangling in your hair as he desperately tried to control the overwhelming pleasure your wet mouth and tight lips wrapped around his cock were giving him.

Not once had he ever felt this good before, both your hand and mouth taking him places his hand alone could’ve never taken him to. And he was afraid he would come in your mouth anytime by then.

Pulling it out of your mouth, you threw him a small glance before you carried on — your tongue tracing all the way from the base to the tip, hearing him moan when you took him in your mouth a second time.

“Fuck, baby, you—ah,” he moaned when you swirled your tongue over his tip. “You feel so good”.

Enjoying way too much being the reason behind how good he was feeling, you decided to do him a favour and push him closer to his release for once and for all.

Slightly tightening your hold on him, you started once again moving your hand up and down his length, switching between the ministrations both your hand and mouth were applying on it, and knowing you were driving him over the edge when his hold on your hair tightened and his body trembled ever so slightly.

“Y/N…” he panted. “F-Fuck, I’m—”

His words were cut off by the heavy breath he had to take when you gave him one last particular pump, trying his best to hold on. Noticing that, you gave one of his thighs a squeeze to let him know it was okay for him to let go. And he was so desperate to reach his high right then, that your small gesture alone was all he needed to do so.

Closing his eyes, he found himself having to cover his mouth with his arm not to be too loud when his orgasm hit, feeling his warm release spreading into your mouth. Moving his hand up to cover his eyes as he came down from his high, letting himself get lost in the aftershocks of it, he missed the way you tasted his release in your mouth.

Cleaning the small stains of it left on the tip of his member, you adjusted it back inside his pants and went to lie down next to him, smiling adoringly at the way his chest moved up and down as he tried to catch his breath and tenderly removing his arm from his face, having his eyes find yours in a second.

“Was that okay?” you asked, softly removing a few strands of hair that had gotten stuck to his slightly sweaty forehead.

Jeongguk smiled incredulously, gently running his fingers through your hair to try and fix the mess he had made on it. “You even have to ask?”

And somehow that was all you needed to hear for the heat to reach your face, suddenly feeling shy at what you had just done.

Catching up on that, he pulled you into his arms, pressing a couple of kisses to your cheek before moving them to your mouth, where they remained for a little longer.

“You’re amazing” he said truthfully — the way he had said it, letting you know he did not just mean it when it came to sucking him off.

You smiled wholeheartedly. “Yah, don’t” your eyes focused somewhere else, feeling your face burn.

Jeongguk smiled sweetly, managing to draw your attention back to him by ever so tenderly caressing your cheek. Fuck, he loved you. And right then, with your eyes looking at him in a way he thought they had never when you were just friends, although unspoken, delusional even, he really felt like maybe you felt the same, too.

Tilting your face up just enough, he connected his lips with yours for what felt like the hundredth time that evening. “I’ll be good to you, too”.

You chuckled, loving the idea of it and kissing him briefly to let him know you did. You knew he would.

“When we’re alone, though. I won’t have Joon hear from me what he probably just heard from you”.

Jeongguk laughed, deciding to say nothing and instead pull you tightly into his chest and rest his chin on your head. And although he knew he might never hear the end of it from his friends, for once, he did not care what the rest had to either think or say.

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FNAF/SB: JitterBug AU

Super-Star Swimming Lessons!

“Everyone got what?!”

Gregory almost knocked over his cup of coco when he heard the news, thankfully Clover had caught it in time before it had a chance to even spill.

“Careful Gregory, you almost spilled your coco. Yes, everyone including myself has gotten an upgrade to make ourselves completely waterproof and allow us to swim in large bodies of water without damage to our internal systems. Its for the new feature that’s being put in around Pirates Cove, my brothers are excited about it.” Clover proceeded to refill his glass, their meeting had yet to be adjourned after all.

“I’m gonna take a wild guess and say that the new feature is a pool.” Gregory sat back down in his chair, sipping some of his coco.

“Multiple pools actually, followed by slides and then some. From what I know there are four pools currently installed. One is a ‘wave’ pool, a toddler pool, Olympic sized one complete with slides and huge diving boards and lastly the ‘training’ pool. An reason I’m bringing this up is because I was wondering if you’d like to try out one of the pools with me.”

“HECK YEAH!”

“Oh goodie! First though, lets clean up first and get our swimsuits. I’ve already got mine but you’ve yet to pick yours.”

Standing up, Clover walked over to the little supply closet and pulled out a few boxes with different swimsuits. Some were more like wetsuits then swimsuits, he found a pair of swim trunks he liked. They were the classic blue with a large lighting bolt on the left leg and Freddy’s insignia on the right, he then paired it with a novelty Faz-Gang tank-top and some waterproof shoes that came with the clothes.

“Those look great! Now we grab a bag for the suits when we’re done swimming and head down there!”

With that the two headed out, Gregory still wasn’t a fan of walking to and fro from the Daycare to other places but he didn’t complain much. He had Clover to talk to anyway, it wasn’t long before the smell of pizza gave way to the smell of chlorine. Through a window Gregory was treated to a sight of a pirate themed baby pool, a giant Olympic sized pool with high diving boards, a large wave pool and a pool that you’d find at some local rec center. Gregory saw Freddy in there…wearing blue swim trunks, getting pushed into the pool by Monty wearing dark green shorts that hugged against his legs.

“Looks like Monty and Freddy beat us here, oh well I’m sure my brothers are down there somewhere too. Come on, the locker rooms are this way!” Clover giggled, the two ran down the hall heading for the lockers.

Gregory went the boys changing room while Clover went to the girls, she would’ve followed Gregory but she knew better and wanted to give him privacy. From her bag Clover pulled out a special wetsuit made for her, it had short sleeves and the shorts stopping mid thigh on her. The shorts part was black but the top was white with green leaves all over. Her hat was traded out for a swimming cap that was decorated dark green with cute white flowers all over it. Her ballet slippers were changed for waterproof mesh shoes that tied around the ankle.

She only took three steps outside the locker room before she was ambushed by Moon…and trapped by a light blue translucent inner tube decorated with gold stars and crescent moons. The inner tube trapped two of her arms while the other two were being fitted with water-wings.

“Moon she hasn’t even touched yet!” Called Monty who paused his little game of ‘splash the bear’ to call out to the lunar animatronic.

Clover looked up at Moon, he was decked out in a beautiful slate grey and pure black wetsuit that covered his whole body, even had individual sleeves for all four of his arms. It still didn’t make his fussing any better though, fortunately Clover managed to dislodge herself when Moon was distracted with Monty.

“That water is deep, I don’t want her drowning!” Moon scowled.

“She doesn’t breath Moon an beside we’re suppose to be giving her and Gregory lessons aren’t we?”

Sun walked in, Clover gawked at her solar brother’s attire. He sported a white tank top, a sheer fabric sundress the color of amber, black swim trunks all decorated with sunflowers and a lovely tan sun hat with an adorable red ribbon tied around it.

“Sunny you look so pretty!” Clover shuffled over to him and gingerly pulled at the sundress.

“Awe, thank you Clover! You look so cute in your outfit too!” Sun smiled, Gregory walked out a minute later.

“Hey Freddy!” Gregory waved and was about to leap into the pool..

“Hold it!”

Moon managed to snag Gregory before he even thought about getting in, he sat him down on a bench and motioned Clover to sit by him…which she did, Sun walked up and stood beside his sibling.

“Ok, listen up you two, your aware your not to run around the pool thats rule one, rule two is you can’t swim without a lifeguard or one of us present. Another thing before we begin our swimming lessons is you two are going to partner up with Freddy and Monty, an if you two behave then we’ll move over to the ‘wave’ pool for free swim. An before we even think about swimming the two of you are gonna do some stretches before going in, don’t want you cramping up.”

Moon motioned them to stand up and the four of them proceeded to start, Sun helped Gregory with his stretches while Moon helped Clover. After a minute of stretching the two were finally allowed into the pool.

The two took a flying leap and cannon balled, Monty and Freddy laughed as they shielded themselves from the splash. Both kids sprang up, Gregory taking in a breath while Clover laughed. The water wasn’t too deep, the deep end mostly came up to Freddy and Monty’s armpits but it was deep enough it went over both Gregory and Clover’s heads. Moon climbed down into the shallow end and motioned for Freddy and Monty, Sun sat on the edge of the pool with his legs in the water.

“Ok Freddy, Monty you two are gonna partner up with one my ‘students’ here so you can learn how to handle kids who are having trouble swimming. Freddy your with Gregory, Clover your with Monty.”

“Awesome!” Gregory shouted as he went over to Freddy.

“Okay!” Clover stood by Monty.

An soon, the lessons were underway. The first lesson was on ‘floating’ and how to keep calm while while floating. This proved to be a little challenging for Clover cause laying on her back was…scary for her, Gregory didn’t have a problem. Freddy kept his arms under Gregory in case he panicked, Monty did the same thing, offering soft encouraging words to get her to stay calm. Moon was twitching a bit at that but…was thankful for Monty’s words…and Sun’s tight grip on his shoulder.

Next came ‘kicking’ and this proved to be a bit of a…mistake. Mostly cause Moon and Sun ended up getting splashed by both kids as they kicked up the water. But finally came the last lesson before free swim and that was learning how to turn their heads while swimming to take in breaths of air.

“Ok for this you two will be given each a inner tube. You’ll hold on to the inner tube and kick your way to the deep end with your partners at your side. You’ll be facing downwards so when you need to take a breath turn your head towards your partner and take a breath. If you get tired just stop and hold on to your tube. Does that make sense?”

“Yes.” Said the kids in unison.

“Alright, here you go.” Moon handed them each a inner tube, once they had their own the two began practicing.

Monty was a natural at swimming but walked alongside Clover as she swam towards the deeper end, though she was lifting her head forward to breath rather then the side.

“Turn towards me Clover, remember turn your head to the side when swimming like this.” Said Monty, he gently adjusted her posture as well.

Freddy smiled as Gregory moved along towards the far end, when he reach the deeper end he stopped and placed the inner tube under his arms; panting a bit.

“You alright superstar?” Asked Freddy.

“Just…catching my breath…” panted Gregory, Freddy patted his back and smiled. Once he caught his breath Gregory continued.

Sun had to admit, this was going rather well. Though he wished Moon would take a chill pill, Clover didn’t need to breath and was upgraded like the rest of the Glamrocks including them. She wasn’t gonna get hurt and besides she had Monty with her….though he did feel a pang of jealousy. Especially when Monty was helping her ‘float’ on her back…her head resting against those strong arms of his…

But he did see Moon start to relax a bit more when he looked at the clock, apparently ‘free swim’ time was about to start, that meant lessons were almost over.

“Ok bring it back in, you two did great!” Said Moon. “You two can have your free swim now!”

Clover perked her head up hearing that, she got excited…a little too excited and let go of the inner tube, thankfully Monty caught her before she could panic.

“Can we try out the wave pool, please!” Called Clover.

“Sorry thats closed for now, free swim is for this pool only…at least for now.” Said Sun.

“Awe…oh well, we can have some fun here. Are there any inflatables we can mess around with at least?” Asked Gregory.

“Actually there is!” Said Freddy, he climbed out and went to a supply closet, there was already a few larger inflatables already blown up for this occasion.

There was a large riding swan, whale, dounut inner tube and a big alligator with sunglasses on it. This proved to be a favorite as Gregory and Clover played on it. Playfully shoving each other off and trying to claim the top as their own, this soon changed into a game of ‘chicken’ with Freddy and Monty helping out. Gregory sitting on top of Freddy’s shoulders while Clover sat on Monty’s, Sun found this really adorable…an again the pang of jealousy coming from the fact Clover was sitting on Monty’s shoulders.

Soon the game of ‘chicken’ turned into a splash war, this stemmed from Moon splashing Sun and when Sun retaliated he got Monty. Before long everyone was getting splashed by each other, Clover even dove down and managed to drag Sun into the pool with ease.

He wasn’t thrilled about his hat getting wet….but he forgot about it when he got a chance to play ‘chicken’….and got to sit on Monty’s shoulders.

End

[This AU was inspired by the artist @rainy-nomad who collaborated on the AU’s name, Clover is MY oc btw]

#fanfic #five nights at freddy's #oc

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