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ive officially entered the stage of OC brainrot where i start putting him in outfits for fun and (zero) profit
#giving urself a crisis over ripping your own heart out? simply dont feel sad!#go to a fancy ball with all the friends you definitely dont have!#bury all of your feelings forever!#distract yourself from the urge to curl up and cry into a pillow via putting on your best worst bat in a fancy outfit cosplay#specifically to impress another way older actual bat (that may or may not be an ex god)#that doesn't care about you and doesn't reciprocate your attraction in the slightest#simply stop thinking about it. stop thinking about everything. be a bat. be the bestest bat in the whole wide world.#this has been great and totally healthy life advice with the scoundrel <3#yin art#legally FL but if i put this in the main tag i might actually die <- is shy#anyway ponytail scoundrel is unfairly cute. must the gradient on their hair 'make sense' and 'follow logic'?#is it not enough to simply be a little bat with zero thoughts in its head and a winning little :3 smile?#he puts a little gold drapery in his hair bc he thinks it helps hide the fact that the horns arent a head adornment and are in fact#Very Much Real. and Growing.#it hides literally nothing. he thinks he's so subtle. everyone knows you're a furry buddy it's okay you can stop being smug about it#fallen london
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And Dusk
A/N: It's family dinner time, babes!!
Warnings: none that I'm aware of
Word Count: 3629
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Chapter 12: Team Zero
Striding into the steam-clouded sauna where the two remaining Swedish assassins now silently relaxed, The Handler began an unprompted conversation in their language. âAll the new age remedies out there, but nothing beats a good schvitz when it comes to stress,â As she sat on the bench, the two men carefully watched her. âMy job can be stressful, sure. But I canât imagine what it must be like for you boys.â She batted her eyelashes.
âDo we know you?â The Swede, who appeared to be the leader, questioned. The Handler kept her head turned forward as she stared down.
âNo. But I know all about you,â Standing from the bench, she quietly chuckled and walked to the center of the sauna, the steam crawling its way up to her neck. âHowever, seems youâve run into some problems on this job.â
âJust a snag.â He tilted his head.
âYou lost your brother. Iâd call that more than a snag.â
Snapping, the second Swede pushed off the wall and marched up to The Handler. Before he could get too close, he grunted when she grabbed hold of his manhood, freezing his steps. She watched as his mouth fell open in pain. âWhat if I can give you the location of the knife-hurling dolt responsible for blowing up your beloved brother?â
The first Swede tilted his head. âWho are you?â
âSomebody youâre going to want to know.â Her eyes never left the man she was assaulting. The second Swede finally found the breath within him to speak.
âUnharm my weiner.â He wheezed in English, The Handler kindly doing as he asked, a smile on her face. He sighed and stepped away as his brother held up the hand that had been twirling a knife the entire time.
âGo on.â
At his words, she turned to him. âIâll give you the exact location of the one youâre looking for. Diego. The rest⌠Iâll leave up to your imaginations.â
âWhatâs in it for you?â
âLetâs just say that his little game of âHide the Sausageâ with my daughter needs a swift end. I just have one request,â The Handler approached the first Swede, the two in close proximity now. He watched her every move. âDonât hurt the little one with the cute socks⌠and the other with the face scars.â
Lifting his chin, he furrowed his brows. âWeâve already killed her.â He mumbled. She only chuckled in amusement, the two men stiffening at the realization that their target may not have been executed like they thought.
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The clicking of Reginald and (Y/N)âs shoes against the marble floor echoed throughout the hallway they walked down. The young girl was desperately trying to keep up with her fatherâs long strides, her puppy in her arms and her heart beating out of her chest. If they had actually complied, she was going to reveal her true whereabouts for the past two years to her family. They were going to know that the entire time they had been looking for Reginald, she was living under the same roof as him. No matter how many times she swallowed the lump in her throat, it always swelled right back up. âD-Dad, who are these people weâre having dinner with?â
âThese people have been nothing but a nuisance to me.â
Her mind flashed back to the night of the gala. Diego had been there with Five. They were there for Reginald, to find out his intentions with the president. To find out what he was doing in Dallas in the first place. Reginald was a secretive man, he didnât even let Grace or (Y/N) into his office unless he was present as well. Her stomach twisted in knots of anxiety the closer they approached the door to the tiki lounge. When Reginald stopped just before the doors, he turned to his daughter and lowered his voice. âWhen we enter, you are to sit and remain silent. Do not speak to them, do not interact with them. Sit and shut your mouth unless I tell you otherwise. And your pet remains on the floor or in your lap. Do I make myself clear?â
âYes, sir.â She whispered and held Mr Pennycrumb close to her chest, the pup quietly panting and licking her cheek. That seemed to be enough for Reginald, for he nodded and turned forward, slamming the door open and marching into the lounge.
The Hargreeves stood dumbfounded at their father as he headed straight to the table they surrounded, not a word leaving his mouth. None of them had expected to see him ever again, especially not after the funeral they had attended back in 2019. But what they really didnât expect to see was (Y/N) right behind him, her eyes avoiding them as she absentmindedly pat Mr Pennycrumb under his chin. She especially avoided looking at Five, whose jaw was dropped upon her appearance. The real kick was when Reginald pulled out a chair and motioned for her to sit. Without even a peep, she sat down and allowed him to scoot her closer to the table before taking his own seat. The five blinked once before taking their own seats at the table.
âNot only have you burglarized my lab, set my chimp loose, conned your way into the Mexican consulate, repeatedly stalked and attacked not only me, but my daughter as well, but you have, on numerous occasions, called me-â
Klaus joined the table with a grunt, a martini in his hand. âHey, Pop. Howâs it hanginâ?â
â-âDadâ,â Reginald gave everyone a once over as (Y/N) shifted uncomfortably under the stares of her family. âMy reconnaissance tells me youâre not CIA, not KGB, certainly not MI5, so⌠who are you?â
(Y/N) watched as they all glanced at each other, opening their mouths to answer, but quickly closing them instead. This went on for a few seconds before Five decided to do it, âWeâre your children. Weâre from the future. In 1989, you adopted us all and trained us to fight against the end of the world. Called us the Umbrella Academy.â
Reginald turned his head from left to right, frowning at each individual. âWhy on earth would I adopt six-â
âEight. One of us isnât here.â Allison clasped her hands together on the table.
âDead,â Diego muttered, his head bowed down. âOne of us is dead.â
âAnd the eighth?â Reginald questioned. (Y/N) cleared her throat and began to speak, but stopped when he sent a cold glare her way. âWhat did we talk about?â
She quickly shook her head. âNo, I⌠Iâm the eighth. Iâm also your child from the future. You just⌠got me very early this time-â
â(Y/N), it is not the time for your games-â
âItâs not a game! W-Why do you think Iâve been leaving my dates with Preston to be with them?â At the words âdatesâ and âPrestonâ, Five leaned forward, eyes narrowed at his love. She glanced at him apologetically and shook her head. Reginald was just about to scold her yet again, but she rolled the sleeve of her shirt up to reveal the umbrella tattoo on her left arm. âDid you forget about this?â
âYeah, ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba. Enough of that now.â Klaus hissed and turned behind him. Everyone froze and stared at him in confusion. Turning forward again, he simply motioned for Reginald to continue. Uneasy, he did just that.
âRegardless,â His gaze turned back to Five. âWhat would possess me to adopt⌠seven ill-mannered malcontents?â
âWe all have special abilities.â The boy answered.
âSpecial? In what sense?â
(Y/N) set her pet on the ground and sat up in her seat. âIn the superpowered sense.â She raised her brows. Reginald sighed and clenched his jaw.
âMy child, if you do not stay out of this as we agreed, I am going to have to send you to the car with your mother-â
âDad! I am being so serious when I tell you I am one of them!â
âWell, call me old-fashioned, but Iâm a stickler for a pesky little thing called evidence,â He turned back to the table. âShow me. All of you.â
Allison scoffed and adjusted the straw in her drink. âEverybody wants to see powers all of a suddenâŚâ
âWeâre not circus animals, okay?â Luther spoke. âWeâre not gonna bounce balls on our noses and clap our hands like seals for your amusement-â
As if on cue, Diego launched a knife across the table, zipping around Reginaldâs head and pinning itself into the pillar behind him. The seven leaned in and watched as the man clicked his pen and began writing in his journal. âWhat are you writing?â Diego asked. Reginald glanced up at him.
âYou are zero for two, young man.â He quipped, Allison sputtering her drink before Diego jumped up from his seat in anger. To prevent anything disastrous from occurring, Five stood and blinked in front of his brother, halting his movement and whispering a âstop!â to him. âNow, that is interesting.â Reginald muttered.
Five sighed and headed back towards his seat. âAlright, uh, quick rundown. Luther: super strength. Klaus can commune with the dead. Allison can rumor anyone to do anything.â
âExcept she never uses it.â Diego muttered. Allison removed her lips from her straw and sent a tight-lipped smile towards her brother.
âI heard a rumor⌠you punched yourself in the face.â
Against his will, Diego rammed his fist into his face, crying out and groaning in pain immediately after. Klaus reached over and tried to comfort him as (Y/N) and Vanya ducked their heads down to hide their smiles. Reginald glanced over at the latter. âAnd you?â
Luther placed a hand on his sisterâs arm with a smile. âUh, maybe we donât take Vanya for a test run.â
âOh, yeah, thatâs probably not a good idea.â Klaus sat back in his chair.
âItâs fine,â Vanya shrugged, reaching for a fork. âI can handle it.â And despite her siblingsâ protests, she tapped the fork against her glass. A high-pitched tone rang and shook the table. (Y/N) held her breath as she waited for the worst. A beat later, the bowl of fruit in the center of the table exploded, chunks of fruit splattering against everyoneâs clothes and faces. (Y/N) tried to dodge as Mr Pennycrumb jumped into her lap, happily licking the food from her scarred cheeks and chin.
Reginald sighed along with his future children as he handed his only actual daughter a napkin to clean herself. Adjusting the cuffs of his sleeves, he side-eyed her. âAlright, my child, show me.â
Not even hesitating, (Y/N) stood and placed her pup in her fatherâs lap, despite his clear distaste, and straightened her clothes. âAlright. So, I can clone myself. To both summon and dismiss these clones, I have to sing two distinct three-note tunes.â To prove her point, she âoohâed her first tune, her clone appearing from her shadow, standing with a blank stare. Reginald raised his brows and began writing in his journal. âThese clones not only share a conscience with me, but function as muscle and spies.â
âSpies?â Reginald frowned.
âTheyâre able to record their memories for me to look over in my own mind. Over the past year, Iâve come to learn that I can view these memories in real time. They also function to fulfill any task I command them.â Turning to her clone, she placed her hands on her hips. âPick up Pennycrumbâs leash,â She commanded, the clone immediately doing as it was told. âIâve also recently learned that I can give them the ability to talk. But if I wanted to⌠oh, I donât know⌠attend a date with a certain boy without actually being there, I can project my consciousness into its body.â
After taking a seat, (Y/N) immediately slumped in her chair, unconscious. The clone beside her perked up and blinked twice before turning to Reginald. The man leaned forward to inspect it, but jumped back when it spoke. âBut if something prevents my clones from fulfilling their task, they will start to self-destruct after twelve hours if said task isnât completed. This is done by tearing into its own flesh and ripping itself apart.â
At this, everyone shivered.
âRight. Itâs terrifying,â The clone returned to its blank and empty shell before (Y/N) raised her head. âAnd to dismiss, I hum the tune from earlier in its descending order.â She demonstrated said tune, the clone disappearing into her shadow. Mr Pennycrumb excitedly jumped from Reginald to her lap, nuzzling into her arm. âAny questions, Dad?â
Reginald was hastily scribbling into his journal. âExtraordinary. Absolutely extraordinary⌠And even more so that youâve managed to keep this power from me for over a year.â He whispered. Turning her head, she caught Fiveâs proud smile. She winked at him as Diego stood from his seat.
âLook, we know that youâre involved in a plot to assassinate the president.â
âYou were recently hospitalized, isnât that correct? You still appear to be suffering from delusions of grandeur and acute paranoia.â
âAm I?â Diego reached into his back pocket and slid a picture over to his father. âExplain this. Thatâs you. Thatâs two days from now on the grassy knoll at the exact spot the presidentâs gonna get shot.â
Reginald picked up the photo and scanned it before his eyes moved to his daughter, the girl slightly shrinking under his gaze. Receiving his answer to the question he was to ask her, he turned back to Diego and set the photo down. âWell⌠I suppose youâve solved it. Youâve single-handedly unearth my nefarious plot,â The smile Diego wore slowly faded. âIs that what you want to hear? You fancy yourself a do-gooder? The last good man who will save us from our descent into corruption and conspiracy? This is a fantastic delusion.â The more Reginald tore into him, the lower Diego sat himself into his chair until his lips were quivering and a tear slid down his cheek. âThe sad reality is that youâre a desperate man, tragically unaware of his own insignificance, desperately clinging to his own ineffectual reasoning. More succinctly, a man in over his head.â
âY-Y-Youâre wr⌠wrong.â Diego stuttered. (Y/N) shakily inhaled and slammed her hand onto the table, alerting the rest of her siblings.
âDonât you ever talk to him like that!â
âAnd you!â Reginald whirled to his daughter, the girl flinching a bit. âYou have done nothing but deceive me! I half expect you to tell me that the man you chose over Preston sits among us!â
(Y/N)âs gaze instantly found Fiveâs. His green orbs were pleading, begging her to say it.
Tell him. Tell him you love me. Shout it from the rooftops, promise that youâll always believe in us. Tell him.
But she couldnât. Not when her doubts sealed her lips shut and casted her eyes away from him. The siblings stared between the two, heartbroken for their situation. Seeing that she chose to be ashamed, Five nodded and cleared his throat to speak. âLook, forget about the president. We have a catastrophic war coming in five days. We need to figure out how to stop it.â
âWar?â Reginald looked away from his daughter and to the boy across from him. âMen will always be at war with each other.â
âNo, this isnât just some war. Iâm talking about a doomsday. The end of the world.â
âWell,â Reginald muttered after a beat of silence. âYouâre the special ones, arenât you? Why donât you band together and do something about it?â
Expecting much, much more than that, all seven of them frowned. This was what Reginald wanted from the start, for them to come together as the Umbrella Academy and prevent the end of the world. But it had been almost two weeks and two apocalypses managed to form due to their actions. That was why they couldnât.
Grunting, Klaus suddenly raised both his arms in the air and shook uncontrollably, choking out gasps and jerking his body. (Y/N) gasped and slowly reached out to him.
âIs he having a seizure?â
âOverdosing, probablyâŚâ
âShould we do something?â
Whipping her head to Luther, (Y/N) widened her eyes. âYes!â She shouted before turning back to Klaus as he shuddered. âShit, what if he is overdosing?!â
âKlaus,â Five leaned over and whispered. âNow is not the time. What are you doing?â
Gurgling, Klaus turned his body to Reginald, face contorted in discomfort. âIâm⌠Ben!â He gasped out before falling to the ground, panting and groaning. (Y/N) rushed to his side and placed a hand on his forehead.
âKlaus? Are you okay? Can you hear me?â She whispered as he reached up and weakly wrapped a hand around her wrist. Reginald looked from Klaus, to (Y/N), then to his journal before he gathered his things.
âWell⌠thank you for coming,â He stood from his chair and began to walk away, stepping over Klausâs body. âIâve seen about enough. Come along, (Y/N), your mother is waiting for us.â
A loud slam sounded, causing everyone in the room to turn to Luther, who stood and ripped his buttoned shirt open. (Y/N) covered her mouth when he revealed his discolored bare chest and abdomen. âLook at what you did to me! Look at it!â
As the siblings groaned and gawked, Reginald simply turned his attention to Five. âYou in the culottes. A word, in private? (Y/N), to the car. This instant.â
âYes, sir.â She whispered before giving Klaus a kiss on the forehead and standing to her feet. Five walked by her side in silence until they had to split ways. Reginald turned to the both of them, and just when (Y/N) was going to turn out of the lounge, Five grabbed her by the shoulders and pressed a kiss to her lips. Gasping, the girl brushed her fingertips over her lips as her face burned. She watched Reginald for a reaction, but he only motioned for her to leave. âBye, Five.â She grinned behind her hand and hurried away.
âThis way, boy.â Reginald brought Fiveâs attention back to him, leading the two of them to the bar. After they took their seats and he ordered their drinks, Reginald turned to his future son. âYou seem to be the sensible one of the bunch.â
âThatâs because Iâm the oldest,â Five nodded, Reginald tilting his head. âYou know, technically, Iâm older than you right now.â
Reginald turned forward when the bartender set down a bottle in front of him. âCognac?â
âJust a smidge.â Five slightly smiled. As he poured their drinks, Reginald started their subject of conversation.
âThe other night, you quoted Homer at me. Why?â
Five shifted in his seat and straightened his blaser. âYou forced us all to learn it as kids. In the original Greek, no less.â He raised his brows before a glass was passed to him. He and his father did a silent cheer before he took a gulp of it. The entire situation was so jarring to the boy, but as he said before, he didnât choose this life. Heâs just living it. For the next few days, anyway. âThis world ends in five days if we donât get out of the timeline.â
âWorlds end. Paleozoic, Jurassic, and so on.â
âWe can do something about this one.â
âManâs greatest flaw: the illusion of control.â
The boy frowned. âI need your help. Alright? Youâre my last sane option. Otherwise, I gotta make a deal that I really donât wanna make. What do you know about time travel?â
âIn theory?â
âIn practice.â
Reginald hummed. âI know itâs akin to descending blindly into the depths of freezing waters and reappearing-â
â-as an acorn. Yeah.â Five finished with a sigh.
âWhat transpired when you tried traveling before?â
The boy blinked and shook his head as he looked away. âI botched itâŚâ
âHow?â
âI jumped too far forward, got stuck in the future for forty-five years in an apocalypse. Then I jumped too far backwards⌠except this time, I brought my entire family with me.â
Reginald tapped his fingers against the bar as he clicked his tongue. âIncluding (Y/N)?â He questioned, receiving a nod in answer. âWell, maybe your appetite is disproportionate to the size of your abilities. Start small. Seconds, not decades.â
âSeconds?â Five widened his eyes. âLook, no offense, but I need a bit more time for what Iâm trying to accomplish here.â
âSo much can change in a matter of seconds. One can overthrow an empire,â His eyes moved from Five to the doorway (Y/N) had been standing in seconds ago unbeknownst to Five. âOne could fall in love. An acorn doesnât become an oak overnight.â
Five swallowed, his expression that of defeat. âI was really hoping you had more than that.â
âIâm sorry I canât be of more helpâŚâ
Five shook his head slightly. âIâm sorry, too. I gave you such a hard time as a kid⌠I didnât know any better.â
Humming, Reginald glanced down before raising his glass. âNo skin off my teeth, old man.â He smiled before drinking. Five sighed and downed the rest of his drink before standing from his seat. âOne more thing.â
âWhat is it?â Five turned back to his father, freezing at the cold look he had been giving him.
âIt would be best⌠if you refrained from courting (Y/N).â
A pang going through his chest, Five rapidly blinked and stepped back. âW-WhatâŚ?â
âYour relationship is not healthy,â Reginald stood from his stool and began walking past the boy. âAnd besidesâŚâ
Five clenched his fists as his father walked towards the exit of the tiki lounge.
âI have plans for her.â
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Hey hey! hereâs a little something I wrote for Eli a few months ago. They convinced me i should post it, so here i am lol
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Tw: Descriptions of a Cold, sickness (non graphic), feelings unwanted, coughing, headaches, misunderstandings, hurt/comfort. Let me know if I need to add more!
Words: 5.2k
Pairing: Prinxiety (Written as Romantic but could be read as platonic i guess)
âVirgil is miserable. Its the middle of the night, and Virgil is stuck in bed, unable to sleep, with a horrible cold. The actual cold isnât why heâs miserable, though.
Is it selfish to want to be cared for?â
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Through Sickness and Health
Virgil could hear the clock on the opposite wall ticking just a tad too fast, and didnât need to even look over at it to know it was way too late to be awake. Sure, he didnât have the best sleep schedule, but at least he was usually enjoying himself when he stayed up, and it was rarely this late. It wasnât even his fault this time.
But here Virgil was, laying in bed curled under all the blankets he owned, wishing he was dead. On paper, that sounds a lot worse than it really was, but who could blame him? The sweet release of death sounded like heaven compared to suffering here any longer. His throat was sandpaper dry, nose clogged with snot, and what felt like a small bomb went off in his skull with every movement.
That, though, wasnât the main reason he was suffering.
Heâd been sick before, he knew it would be over soon, but no physical pain could compare to the hurt he felt, knowing that the others knew of his illness, and didnât give a single damn.
There was no way they didnât know what was happening - even if heâd tried to hide it, which he hadnât, itâs not like acting was ever his specialty - but not a single one of them had batted an eye since he came down with this stress induced cold.
Well, that wasnât completely true. Patton had asked if he was feeling alright on day two, when Virgil had shuffled downstairs around three in the afternoon to grab a snack, hoodie flipped up as he dug around, his hands clearly shaky from fever yet heâd been too tired to try and hide it. Heâd told Patton, in the least shaky voice he could muster, that he just wasnât feeling very well.
In hindsight, it had probably been incredibly selfish of him to expect Patton to come to his aid and comfort him, maybe offer to tuck him in on the couch and make him something healthy to eat. Heâd seen Patton do just that plus more when Logan or Roman were feeling under the weather after all. But despite knowing it was selfish, he couldnât help the disappointment and sinking feeling heâd felt when Patton had simply responded with a gentle, almost pitying, âIâm sorry kiddo, thank you for telling me.â before walking away rather hurriedly, leaving it there.
The conversation rolled around in his head, as it had been for the past 5 days. Nobody had come to check on him, not even the resident fatherly side to see if he was feeling any better. Heâd been downstairs one other time since that little exchange with Patton, but when heâd walked in on Roman and Logan talking casually in the living room, theyâd both given him short, obviously forced smiles, and sunk out. Thatâd been on day three, and Virgil hadnât gone back down there since. He wasnât that hungry anyway.
Maybe they didnât want to get sick? Or maybe they thought he was gross, and didnât want to be near him. Did they think he would be rude to them?
All this thinking was making Virgilâs head hurt more. And it really didnât matter the reason. They didnât care, they clearly wanted to avoid him.
It hurt, worse than his actual sickness, having to stay away from everyone for days on end. It reminded him of the old days before he was accepted, when he wasnât welcome anywhere else but the confinement of his room. He missed Pattonâs warm greeting each time he walked into a room, or the rants Logan would get lost in that were strangely so calming. Most notably, though, he missed Roman.
He missed their stupid banter that always left him feeling more confident, and the never ending singing that Virgil pretended not to adore. Hell, he missed just talking to the creative side. Heâd give anything just to have a conversation with him, just to lift his spirits a little. He longed for one of the warm, solid hugs that only Roman could give.
He would probably even give up his Disney posters, his entire MCR song library, or get banned from every Hot Topic in the country, just to be held and cuddled right at this moment. To be held in warm, secure arms, wrapped in the scent of cinnamon and roses, and drift to sleep knowing he wouldnât be alone in the morning.
That last one had about a zero percent chance of happening, even if he wasnât sick and contagious, but Virgilâs sleep deprived, fever ridden brain had decided to be sentimental, and Virgil couldnât even stop it. At least he wasnât gone enough to consider asking for any of that comfort he craved. itâd be easier for everyone to just wait in his room until he was better. Then maybe things would be normal again.
And that was his plan, until someone knocked on his door.
The anxious sideâs gaze shot over to the clock, grimacing when the quick movement made his eyeballs throb. Who the Hell was knocking on his door at nearly 3:45 in the morning?
âWho-â Virgil cringed at how his gravely voice broke, cleared his throat, then tried again. âWho is it?â
âI knew you were awake!â Romans voice, surprisingly enough, came from the other side of the door. He was clearly trying to stay quiet, but for some reason, he sounded really⌠relieved, and chipper. A second later, the Prince added a bit more bashfully, âUh, unless i just woke you up by knocking, and if thatâs the case I sincerely apologize, I didnât mea-â
âNo, I wâs already awakeâŚâ Virgil interrupted with a slight slur, groggy brain trying to keep up with what was happening. Being the embodiment of Anxiety, though, meant he didnât get to stop being anxious just because he was sick. Why was he here? Was he angry? Virgil couldnât recall doing anything that could offend anyone since heâd been self-quarantined, but then again, he couldnât really remember his last name at the moment either. He mumbled to himself as he untangled his legs from the covers, cursing the universe under his breath because his head felt two times itâs normal size. Then he took a deep breath and sat up. He didnât want to make Roman uncomfortable or grossed out seeing him all sick in bed, cause holy shit would that be embarrassing. He still didnât look great, but it was a small step. âCome in Prâncey.â
The door swung open, revealing a timid, bed headed Roman, who seemed to relax a little when noticing Virgil sitting up in bed. âHey there.. sorry to barge in, I hope iâm not bothering you.â he said, voice still lowered and really quite gentle as he shut the door behind him.
Virgil went to shake his head, but stopped himself before he could cause himself fucking brain damage and just shrugged instead. â yâre not bothâring me. âsup?â yikes, all this sitting up and trying to look presentable business was making him realize how exhausted he was. His eyelids felt heavy already.
Roman took a few steps forward, keeping his eyes steadily on Virgil like he was waiting for him to keel over and die, or cough on him. It seemed pretty damn dramatic, even for Roman. âI⌠just wanted to check on you. Iâve uh, been a little worried about you, and i couldnât sleep.â The Prince said, hesitant as he lowered himself on the foot of the bed.
Virgil blinked a few times, curling his legs up so his knees were to his chest to make sure Roman wouldnât touch his feet under the 5 layers of blankets he had over him. Or maybe it was the sudden, treacherous hope that was rising in him, a hope he was trying to stifle. Roman was⌠worried about him? Roman of all sides? I mean, he wasnât surprised that he cared, he and Roman were friends now after all. Virgil was just surprised he cared about this. He thought they were all in agreement to avoid him or something.
Virgil was about to open his mouth and say⌠something - he didnât really know what he was going to say. It felt like his train of thought was chugging along through molasses - but he was interrupted before he could get any words out.
âDude⌠no offense, but you look like actual death. And why in the name of Hades are you buried under so many blankets?â The Prince asked with what sounded like genuine confusion, at least for the second part.
Virgil huffed and pulled the blankets tighter around him, the movement causing him to shiver. He couldnât decide what to focus on; The cold air on his back, the rising sensation of relief knowing Roman cared, or how weird that question had been. Quite honestly, Virgil wasnât offended because he knew he looked like shit. he was just a little confused. He thought Roman would have known heâd look like shit. âWhat do you mean why do I have so many blankets. I literally feel like âm freezing to death. âs part of the package, shouldnât you know this?â He practically deadpanned, not even for the snarkiness like usual. His speech was just dull.
But that only left Roman looking more confused, and probably a good deal more concerned if his expression was anything to go by. âI-... I didnât know that, no.. Iâm sorry. Do you want another blanket or somethingâŚ?â he asked carefully, still awfully and almost painfully cautious.
And Virgil⌠was at a loss for how this could possibly be new information to Roman. it was pretty common knowledge even if youâve never had a fever before. But instead of dwelling, Virgil once again stopped himself from shaking his head, sighing instead. âNo, it wonâ help.â he said shortly. The effort would be futile, but it was endearing that Roman at least asked. âThanks though. Thatâs.. really nice of you tâ offer.â The anxious side offered a bit more quietly.
There was an awkward silence that followed, Roman shuffling his feet against the carpet slightly as he looked around the room. Virgil saw the otherâs eyes catch on the pile of used tissues in the floor, another bout of confusion flashing in his bright green eyes, but he didnât mention it this time. Maybe it was a lack of sleep making the Prince act so clueless at the moment. âI⌠I guess iâve just.. i donât know, everything is more boring without you around. Nobody to insult without actually offending them.â Roman spoke again after a moment, sending a half smile in Virgilâs direction.
A little smirk matched with a snort is what the Prince was rewarded with, Virgil's spirits lifted regardless of his misery. It felt nice knowing he was missed, and it made his chest warm knowing it was coming from Roman. For some reason, knowing he could make things more bearable for his counterpart was.. rewarding, in a way. And Roman looked proud of himself, before he continued a bit more solemnly. âYouâve been cooped up in here for so long, like what, 5 says now?â
That got Virgil to sigh, and maybe there was some defensiveness laying beneath the surface, made worse thanks to being miserable, but all he managed was a mildly annoyed side eye to Roman as he responded in a mumble, still doing his best not to run Roman off. ââtâs not my fault.â
Roman was quick to shake his head, slight guilt in his expression. âI know! I-Iâm not trying to make you feel bad, i guess i just- i donât know, iâm just talking out loud⌠sorry.â Romanâs voice had quieted, eyes trained on the floor somewhat shamefully as he seemed to search for his words. âI just.. I just wishâŚâ but once again, he trailed off, shaking his head and seeming to give up. âIâm sorry.â
ââs fine, Princey.â Virgil mumbled back, eyes dropping to his lap where he picked at a loose string on his bedspread. Another silence followed, Virgil trying to sniffle as silently as he could. Despite how weird this interaction had been so far, and how slightly awkward itâs gotten, Virgil was honestly just trying to soak in the mere presence of another side while it lasted. Heâd never liked being alone for so long. His stomach was starting to hurt for a reason aside from sickness. This sure was a good way to get Roman to leave early, the others were probably right for leaving him alone so far.
Suddenly, Virgil squeezed the blankets in his fist to try and stop a sudden tickle in his throat, the sensation coming out of nowhere. Unfortunately though, his instincts won out just seconds later as he was forced to cough, the sound gargled and gross even when he covered the whole bottom half of his face with his covers. Dammit, dammit, stupid fucking cough. And Roman just got there too. He wasnât ready for the creative side to leave again yet.
âS- Sorry, sorry âbout that. Shit.â He mumbled rather quickly, hoping to by just a few minutes longer of the creative sideâs company before it was taken away again for who knows how long. His head felt like it was being split open, no thanks to the effort it took to cough. Who the Hellâs idea was sickness? They should be fired.
Much to his surprise though, when Virgil hesitantly looked up to gauge how put off Roman was by his display, he only saw an overwhelming about of worry, but even more importantly, alarm.
âApologies, but is this like- normal??â Roman asked with eyes noticeably wider, studying Virgil's pained expression, hunched over posture, the mess of dirty tissues around, and the way the bright numbers of his digital clock on his nightstand was covered carefully, with a washcloth no doubt.
Virgil drew in a deep, slow breath through his nose as he rubbed on his temples to try and alleviate some pain, eyes closed and head tilted down. Romanâs ridiculous questions were just making his headache worse, and honestly he didnât even understand how the Hell he was so confused. Was this his plan? To come in here and confuse Virgil and his already incapacitated brain? âCause if so, he was doing a brilliant job. âRoman, what the hell are you talking about.â
It came out less like a question, more like a very tired statement, but he was answered with confused stammering, Roman gesturing almost desperately to Virgil and his state. âWhat do you mean what am I talking about?? Dude, youâre clearly not doing well. I mean, I wasnât gonna bring it up, but youâre sweating like a sinner in church, youâre covered in a thousand blankets, you were just hacking up a lung and youâre barely able to speak right from, what iâm assuming, is a nose full of mucus!â
âYeah, okay, I get it. I look like shit, Prâncey, enough said.â Virgil snapped, glaring up at Roman and accidentally moving his head up to look at him too fast, sending a flare of agony through his skull. He cursed under his breath and winced, but powered through it even as Roman lifted a hand to- to what, help? It didnât matter, Virgil moved away from the effort. âNo, donât touch me, alright? I donât wanâ your pity.â
Virgil knew all of this was coming out more aggressive than he ever would allow if he was feeling himself. Hell, even now he was begging himself to just shut up and stay calm. But after almost 2 full days with no sleep, and 5 days of nonstop pain, coughing, being unable to breath properly, the feeling of fire in his throat every time he tried to eat, and then on top of that, being shunned by the 3 people he wanted- needed, more than anything. Well, he really couldnât stop his composure from cracking and shattering.
Roman looked ready to respond, seemingly struck with more pity than before, but Virgilâs hand shot up to stop him. âI donât want to hear it, Princey. Why the Hell are you even here anyway? If youâve missed me so much, why did you wait 5 fâcking days to come see me? Tâ come âcheck on meâ? And, by thâ way, so far youâve really only been fucking with me and making me feel worse, so in reality it probably would âve been better had you just kept up your streak of avoiding me like evâryone else!â
Virgil was breathing heavily, head pounding and lungs burning after raising his voice just a bit too much at the end of his rant. He replayed the words back in his mind, heart sinking when he realized how aggressive heâd gotten. He couldnât slow down his breathing, why couldnât he slow his breathing?? Jesus christ, he wasnât about to break down on top of all that other shit he just unleashed. Perfect, he was just proving the other sideâs point for them.
With his body now starting to shake, jaw clenched to hold back tears because this week has been bullshit, and he felt like curling up and disappearing, if not to escape his aching body then to at least escape the anger he knew would result from that whole verbal meltdown he just had. Obviously Roman would be leaving, but would he yell first? Tell him how annoying and selfish he was, and how he didnât get to be a huge asshole just because he was feeling a little under the weather? Or would he leave in silence, just exit the room with that silent, cold anger that Roman only showed when he was really upset.
Maybe heâd tell everyone else what happened, how heâd tried to extend an olive branch, test it out just to see if maybe his illness hadnât made him into a pathetic prick, but Virgil lashed out as expected and ran him off. Would Logan and Patton get mad at him too? Come in and tell him off for being so horrible to his own family, that he couldnât even be a decent person for 5 minutes.
Maybe things wouldnât go back to normal even after heâs recovered, all because he couldnât just control himself.
âVirgil, what are you talking about?â Roman asked exasperated, and Virgil dragged his hands down his face. He meant to make more of a growl in frustration, but it came out closer to a pained whine. His eyes stung for a new reason now. He just wanted this to stop. Why wouldnât Roman just stop?
âWhat. What am I talking about what. I canât do this- this whole vague shit righânow, jusâ spit it out.â He hated how short tempered he was sounding, but Roman didnât seem to be fazed. Virgil could see the Prince waving his hands around in his peripheral, looking tongue tied.
âThe- The part where you think iâm fucking with you?? Why you think weâre avoiding you?? Why youâre so-... soâŚ.â Roman trailed off, a look of realization crossing his face, which quickly turned to horror and guilt. âWait a⌠w-wait a second, Virgil, are you- are you sick??â
To say Roman sounded appalled would be an understatement, his eyes wide in shock, brows drawn, mouth slightly agape. Virgilâs head spun, suddenly dizzy as his brain tried to figure out why Roman sounded so horrified- why he sounded so surprised. He couldnât stand it, he couldnât understand what was going on. He felt nauseous and he just wanted to sleep. Before he knew it, tears were trekking down his face, thick tears springing from his eyes making the pressure behind them even more unbearable. A sob tore painfully from his throat, instantly catching the Princeâs full attention.
âOh my⌠Virgil-â
Virgil shrunk away from the Princeâs voice, curling up once more into a ball, trying to hide from everything. His lip wobbled, he could feel it, but he was too tired to be embarrassed or feel pathetic. He pulled the covers closer around him. âR-Roman, please jusâ-â He hiccuped on a sob, hissed through his teeth as the action sent a sharp pain through his lungs. âI donâ know i-if youâre tryinâ to joke âr somethinâ, butâ but âs n- not funny, o-okay?â
Instead of speaking clearly at a normal volume, Virgil was nearly mumbling the entire time he was speaking, slurring through words even worse than when the conversation started. Was it just him, or was the room spinning? âPlease, i⌠i need you tâ...â Virgil huffed for breath, exhaustion wearing on him like a switch was just suddenly flipped. It nearly took all his energy to try and get a deep breath.
âRoâŚâ
Virgil was met with a warm, broad chest, and strong arms wrapping around him before he even knew he was slumping forward. His ears were ringing, drowning out what sounded like a familiar voice speaking to him. They sounded distressed, he hoped they were okay. What was combing through his hair? He couldnât quite remember what was going on before then, but all he knew was, he was safe now.
Then, the world went dark.
âââ
Virgil came into consciousness a little while later, his brain the kind of blissfully empty that only comes after passing out, apparently. He couldnât grasp where he was before, existing in a reality where there is no past for a few moments. His head was vaguely aching, like a dull throb faded into the background, and his lungs stung only a little when he breathed in deeply. In his sleepy state though, Virgil didnât concern himself with those feelings.
Virgil couldnât see anything, he noticed not long after, but he could hear murmuring and the distant sound of water running.
Next, he realized he knew he wasnât in his own room anymore, both because this wasnât his mattress, and the room didnât smell like his own.
He could smell.. cinnamon⌠and peaches⌠and ink. Somewhere in his groggy brain, Virgil recognized the smell, but at the moment it was just out of his reach. It didnât bother him, though, not when he was so relaxed and calm. He felt like he was one with the bed, and the soft, fluffy sheets encasing him.
A few more seconds of coming to, and Virgil realized his eyes were covered with something damp, and cool⌠soft too. It felt amazing against his warm skin. oh right, iâm sick, a thought entered his mind gently.
Then, a lot less gently, the events from before he passed out rushed to the forefront of his mind, practically smacking him in the face. Because yes, heâd passed out, right in front of Roman like an idiot, oh shit, why isnât he in his room, where is he-
âVirgil? Hey woah, calm down buddy- here,â Virgil heard someone quickly cross the room, and tended his body for all of two seconds before the washcloth over his eyes was being lifted.
Virgil blinked blearily, squinting his eyes even though the room was almost completely shrouded in darkness, save for a thin line of light coming from the cracked bathroom door. Someone was sat beside him on the side of the bed, but he was too blurry for Virgil to make out details.
âThere you are. Hey Hot Topic, how are you feeling?â the person asked, speaking more gently than anyone had spoken to Virgil in a long time. Strangely though, Virgil wasnât upset by it. It was.. niceâŚ
Wait a minute, he knew that voice.
âR- Roman..? I.. WhereâŚ?â Distantly, Virgil knew he sounded like shit, which meant he probably looked like shit, and directly after asking that half assed question, he realized he had to be in the Princes room. âOh.. fuckinâ- I passed out on you..â he groaned, moving his hands up to scrub the blurriness from his eyes.
It worked, surprisingly, and now that Virgil could see, he realized that yes, Roman was the one sitting next to him, and yes he was in Romanâs room, in Romanâs bed. He also noticed how tossed Romanâs hair was, and the bright red with little snowmen pajamas the Prince wore. They were really adorable.
âYes, Iâm afraid you did.. and Iâm also afraid that I am partly to blame for it.â Roman sighed, casting his eyes down as he pressed his lips in a line.
Virgilâs brows drew together, and, because he was so delirious, he reached out to grab gently at Romans sleeve. âHow is it your fault that I passed out?â he asked incredulously. At least he could speak properly now. Now? Now since when? Oh geez, âWait how long have I been out? A few hours? Days? Years?! Did I fall into a coma?!â
The corner of Romanâs lip lifted in amusement, and he gently lay a hand over Virgilâs, on his sleeve. âNo, no nothing like that, Dark Knight. Itâs only been an hour or so. I.. hope you donât mind, but I had to bring you in here. Your fever was⌠really high.â The Prince of Creativity said, solemn by the end.
âI think iâve managed to get it down, so itâs not so dangerous anymore, but Logan will definitely have to keep an eye on it today.â
That got Virgil's attention. âWait- Logan? Uh.. yeah, not to burst your bubble Princey, but I doubt thatâll be happening.â There was a slight bitterness to his tone as he wrapped his free arm around his midsection, and though there wasnât as much bitterness as there usually would be, Roman still picked up on it loud and clear.
He inclined his head, as if in agreement, and Virgil stomach only sunk a little bit before Roman was speaking again.
âThatâs where youâre wrong, Virgil. You see, there seems to have been a grave misunderstanding. This is how Iâm partially responsible for your passing out, same as Logan and Patton are also partly to blame.â
Virgilâs eyes widened, breath hitching at the sheer ridiculousness of that suggestion. No!! How could it be their fault? Heâs the one that got so sick and couldnât keep himself healthy enough not to fucking pass out. He opened his mouth to say as much, but Roman held up a finger before he could get out a single word, silencing him.
âA few days ago, 5 to be exact, it came to Pattonâs attention that you werenât feeling yourself. He told me and Logan that you told him you werenât feeling very well, and that we should all give you some space the next few days.â Roman said carefully. Ah yes, that conversation. The one thatâs haunted Virgil for nearly a week. Virgil remembered it well.
With a hesitant, still very lost nod from Virgil, Roman continued. âIt seems that Patton, and in turn, Logan and I, assumed that your strange behavior was linked to.. well, anxiety.â He gave Virgilâs hand a light squeeze, any sign of a smile gone and replaced with pained regret. The Prince swallowed, just as Virgil pieced it together.
âBecause of these more stressful times Thomas is experiencing, we wrongly thought that you were having a rough week, leading to worse anxiety. So⌠weâve been leaving you on your own, thinking we were helping you..â
Virgil.. didnât know what to say. He looked up and found Romanâs red, sorrowful eyes. When he focused, he could see they were just a little bit bloodshot, even in the dark. Proof that he had previously cried, no doubt about this. When Virgil didnât speak, still too shocked as his slowed brain processes this, Roman continued, quietly choking back a sob just after he averted his gaze to the floor.
âV-Virgil-â he voice cracked. Virgilâs heart was sinking in his chest. Roman had never looked so heartbroken. âVirgil Iâm so sorry, I had no idea you were sick, none of us did! I-I swear I didnât know, I would have never left you alone if I had, Virgil, Star, iâm so so s-sorry,â
Roman was practically full on crying by that point, though he clearly tried to keep it to himself and stay quiet. Virgil was grateful for the effort, but there were much more important things to focus on at the moment. He may not be completely himself, but he still couldnât let Roman be so sad.
It was because he wasnât completely himself that Virgil automatically sat up (taking his time to do so, trying not to upset his head), and leaned himself right against Roman, chest to chest, looping his arms around to loosely hold Princey in a hug.
It all made sense now, why heâd been ignored all week, and why nobody came to check on him or try to help. He felt a little (read: a lot) stupid for thinking that anyone in his famILY would do anything but show him the upmost care and attention when he needed it. They thought they were helping, and honestly, had he in fact been having a bad week of heightened anxiety, giving him space would have been the right thing for them to do.
Roman was quick to return Virgilâs hug, though to his credit, his hug was a lot stronger and more secure than Virgilâs. He buried his face in Virgilâs hair, a steady stream of teary apologies spilling from him. A steady stream that Virgil hastily tried to end.
âRoman, itâs okay⌠iâm not upset, I promise itâs okay. I know you were doing what you thought would help me. Please donât cry, Princey.â He said softly.
It might have been a few more minutes, or a few hours, that the two sides sat together in each otherâs arms. Romanâs cries and apologies slowly quieted to a stop, though the gentle combing of fingers through Virgilâs hair only continued as they sat.
âHey⌠Roman?â Virgil whispered after a few more moments, the whole mindscape quiet, save for the quiet sniffles from both Virgil and Roman every once in a while.
âYes, sweet Midnight?â came an equally gentle response. Neither side moved, Virgil too content with his face snuggly buried against his counterpartâs shoulder, and Roman too content with having Anxiety safe in his arms.
âWould⌠well, you can say no, but would you mind.. if I stay in here..? I donât⌠really want to be aloneâŚâ a hint of Virgilâs usual anxious tendencies showed itself despite the tiredness that was starting to cover the darker side. Instead of head-swimming exhaustion though, this time Virgil felt pleasantly heavy and relaxed.
Without uttering another word, Roman pulled them both down to lay their heads on the pillows, lifting one hand to gently flick his wrist and manipulate the covers around them. The light in the bathroom turned off with a soft click of Romanâs fingers, one that Virgil hardly registered as he shuffled somehow closer to the Prince, still tucked safely in his arms.
As he fell softly and smoothly into the first restful sleep heâs had in days, Virgil noticed that he wasnât freezing cold anymore. The dull throb in his head had gone away almost entirely, and it felt that much easier to breathe. But most importantly, Virgil felt less alone than he had in a long, long time.
Needless to say, Virgil was feeling better already.
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the hopeless romantic;
mark lee x reader
Mark Lee is your guy. Heâs the sweetest man alive, extremely kind to everyone he gets into contact with. With his signature laugh, whatâs there to not like? Heâs bubbly, bright, a ball of sunshine. Heâs probably happiness itself. However, perhaps his joy had some cons to them. Like being the one that had always tried to see the bright side of every mishap when he knew it too well that thereâs just nothing good to be seen in some things. Or the fact that he wants to simply be seen as the one happy person with zero worries for the world whatsoever.
genre. angst, emotional, broken lovers, fluff
word count. 12.8k~ (shorter than expected vjdhsis)
a/n. im so sorry if the story is fast paced or it isnât long enough i was running out of time and i was busy with school for the whole week i barely had free time. i really wanted to meet the release date so i highly doubt this is up to standards :(
description. eshajĹriâ the idea about the impermanence of all things, that every human relationship will end some day due to the transient nature of life
Thatâs what I thought. That the world had to continue spinning. Thatâs just how life is. I slowly fell out of love in my relationship with Mark. Heâs everything I ever wanted, but it just seemed to end up that way. I was wrong to think heâs just another phase in my life, one that comes and goes, never to meet me again. When in reality, he became something much, much more. Memories tainted, love was lost. Yet, Mark took me down a journey that helped me remind myself why I fell in love in the first place and find feelings that I thought were long gone.
!as they should masterlist!
It was late into the night. The stars above shined brightly over the blank dark canvas. I couldnât keep my head down from it, simply straining my neck by looking upwards to the sky as I thought over about what to say to Mark. A lot of things went through my mind while I made my way to his band room. The good, the bad. I sent myself on an emotional roller coaster ride. Iâve waited long enough, I kept telling myself. Iâve been holding out for far too long. Iâve been building it all up for this day.
I went into the building, now dimly lit with an orange hue from the one lamp at the front desk. I made my way to the fifth floor, absentmindedly taking the stairs so that I could drag out time for just a little while longer. I took wary steps, perhaps my legs started wobbling as I inched closer to the room down the hallway. I stood in front of the door, knowing Mark was on the other side. Though I was sure of doing this, I began to wonder if it was the right thing. If I should simply brush it off. Did I care about my feelings more... or Markâs?
âI need to do what I have to do.â I muttered under my breath as I grabbed the door handle, cold to the touch and pushing it down to open the door. It creaked loudly, just like how it always had every time I came here. I looked around, spotting Mark in the corner with his guitar. I guess he chose to play the acoustic one today, his head tilted down to the point where only the top part of his fluffy hair was visible. His fingers carefully placed on the strings as he strummed a few chords and hummed with happily.
Mark looked up at me upon my arrival, though Iâve been standing at the doorframe for quite some time, and it was only now did he notice my presence. âBaby!â He shriek, placing the guitar he had on his lap on the stand and making a beeline over to me. Mark pulled me into a hug, to which I responded with a hug back. Feel something, please. Why arenât you feeling anything with Markâs arms around you?
Mark pulled away, a happy giggle leaving his lips. He held my hand, intertwining his fingers with mine as he walked me over to where he sat at. He motioned me to sit on the stool next to him with a jark of his chin. Our hands were still held together, my eyes trailing from them and to Markâs face.
I looked at his hair, the one I never failed to touch the moment I see him, but not today. His eyes that meant so much to me, ones that never failed to look into mine with nothing but joy. His lips that formed the most perfect smile that lit up my world, never failing to let out his beautiful voice, when he sang or when he talked, or when he expressed his love for songwriting each time he talked to me about the many songs he wrote. To top it off, his signature laugh, one that came out from him and him only. No one did it like Mark.
âWhy did you call to meet me here? Did you want to accompany me while I practiced?â I realised that Mark was talking and I came zinging back to attention. I pursed my lips into a thin line, a small smile forming after. âWhereâs the rest of the Dreamies?â I questioned back, again wanting to put off the time I had to say what I wanted to. Mark galnced to the door before looking back at me. âThey already left. I would have gone home but you texted me so.â Mark bobbed his shoulders as a way to finish his sentence.
I hummed softly in response. I exhaled, a little too loudly to the point where Mark raised a questioning brow at me and asked again, âSo what are you here for?â I closed my eyes, mentally preparing myself as I bat them open to lock eyes with Mark. âI need to talk to you about something.â I could already feel my voice wanting to crack and break, my eyes already preparing its tears for when itâs time to let them out. Regardless, I kept my calm composure for Mark to see.
âWeâve known each other for seven years, got together for five.â I bit the inside of my cheek, forcing myself to resume though I wanted to simply stop there and scrap this whole thing off like it was nothing. âArenât you... Tired of it? Tired of me?â I wanted to continue without hearing Markâs reply. I couldnât bear to hear his voice. Yet, he lets out, âWhat? Of course not. Iâm never tired of you.â
I shut my eyes hard, shaking my head as I looked down. âNo, you donât get it Mark Lee. See, thatâs the thing. Youâre never tired of me. Youâre never tired of our relationship. Not once did you have any doubts about us.â I breathed a painful chuckle, having to run a hand down my face and taking a deep breath. I met his eyes again for a brief moment. I could tell they were scared. It was filled with fear and anxiety, already anticipating on what I wanted to say.
âIâm not feeling the love between us anymore, Mark Lee.â I finally let out. Markâs bright smile faltered to small frown at first, and eventually grew into nothing. He had an emotionless expression on, one that I tried to mentally pull apart piece by piece to find his true emotion, but to no avail. Of course I had my guesses though. âAnd itâs not because of anything bad. Itâs just...â I kept a pause, wanting to see how I could phrase it in the most gentlest way possible, but I realised there was no other way to say it than, âYouâre just too kind, Mark. Youâve always been kind. Weâve never even fought once in our five year relationship. I guess... I got bored of it.â
Mark wasnât saying a single thing, simply staring at me as if wanting to tell me, âLet it all out before itâs my turn to fire back.â And so be it. I continued. âEchajĹri.â I said out of the blue. âI looked it up. Itâs when no human relationship would last due to the simple nature of life. Thatâs what I think this is. Itâs just how it works. Thatâs just how the world wants us to be. Who knows, youâre probably just a phase in my life.â
âI love you, Mark. Youâre perfect in all ways. Me falling out of love was probably natureâs doing. If the world continues to spin, and the worldâs forces want us to meet again, then we shall. Weâll know itâs fate. But for now...â I released Markâs hand from mine, only noticing now how tightly he was holding on while I got lost trying to spill it all out. Mark let his hand loose so that I could slide it away.
I pushed myself off the stool, adjusting my purse. I walked back to the door, eyes closed with shallow breaths. Hesitantly, I placed my hand on the door handle. I turned around one last time, my mouth opening and closing as I tried to form my sentence. âD-Do you... have nothing to say?â I asked, voice clearly breaking as I was at the point of collapsing. Mark avoided my gaze, blinking his eyes rapidly as if wanting to hold back his tears. He sniffled, turning his head elsewhere before going back to me, his eyes too scared to meet mine.
âIf thatâs how you want it. Then so be it.â I widened my eyes ever so slightly, the cold and harsh tone of his words firing back at me. His face was kept soft and tender but his words rolled hard on his tongue, sharply slicing the sliver of confidence I had left in me. âGoodbye, Mark Lee.â I croaked out, not even botjering to sound fine as I left and exited the room.
Like a snap of the fingers, I fell hard onto the floor, preventing myself from making a loud thud as I did so. I covered my mouth, scrunching myself up into a ball as I cried hard, head dipped down and too scared to face the world. I wanted to scream, knock my head against the wall and say, âYouâre the meanest person alive. Fuck you for hurting Mark.â That was all I could think about. I didnât want to stay here long. I couldnât bear to be in any close of a proximity to Mark after what I just did.
I made my way out of the building. Thereâs no coming back for me. Thus is a terrifying feeling. Itâs the feeling of something turning, of coming to a corner and going around it and seeing that the street ahead is dark and deserted filled with wild dogs but you cant go back only forward into the middle of the pack. I had to wipe my face constantly to get rid of the dried up tears on my cheeks and the snot that blocked my nose, yet it never seemed to stop. Not while I walked back home, and when I was at home. I cried into the night till I fell asleep in despair, my muffled cries being the last thing I hear for the rough night.
âMark, open the damn door!â The banging on Markâs door had been going on since the breaking dawn of the morning. The sun was disgustingly shining over Markâs face as the sun began to rise and make its way up into the sky. Mark covered his eyes with his forearm in an attempt to block the sunlight. His world was falling apart as each second passed by. He had no energy for anything. Though the world was still spinning, he wasnât. He wanted it all to pause. Everything going by too fast and he simply wanted to slow down.
However, he slowly grew annoyed at the fact that his friends had been sitting outside his apartment for hours now. He forced himself out of bed with an annoyed groan, ruffling his greasy hair and taking dragged steps to the door, finally opening it.
Haechan was standing right in front of him, almost falling from the sudden open of the door. Behind him was the rest of Markâs only friends, his band members. Haechan huffed, folding his arms and placing his weight on one leg. âLet us through.â Haechan abruptly pushed Mark away, bursting in Markâs place unannounced like how they sometimes did. The rest came in, eyes glancing to Mark for a moment. He made eye contact with each of them, and he knew they all had that look of concern that Mark had no desire to see.
Either way, he let them in, closing the door behind him and wanting to make his way straight to the couch to lay back down, only to realise all his friends had occupied it fully. âWe need to have a serious talk.â Mark wished they didnât bring it up. Mark wished that he didnât have to go through this, the inevitable situation of being interrogated. âSerious? Wonder what.â Mark echoed dryly, making his way to the kitchen.
âYou know what we mean! You havenât been to practices for so long.â Mark heard Renjunâs voice whining as he opened the fridge, taking the slice of watermelon on instinct. He shut the fridge, taking long lazy strides back to the living room. âAnd?â Plopping himself down next to the group, the sound of Chenle cursing under his breath being unintentionally loud. âAnd? Thatâs it?! Mark you-â Chenle sounded as if he was out to choke Mark dead, but he was trying to think of what to say. Mark took a bite of his watermelon.
âYou kept making excuses and purposely skipping.â Chenle added on through gritted teeth. Mark had his head hung low the whole time, taking small yet quick bits like a rabbit. Jaemin, being the one closest to him, cleared his throat. âItâs obvious, you know? Weâve been your friends long enough to know that somethingâs wrong.â Jaeminâs comforting tone rang through Markâs ears. He was getting an earful, but thankfully Jaemin was there to soothe it down
âMark, please. Say something. Weâre worried.â Finally, Mark lifted his head up at his best friendâs voice, Jeno. âI donât wanna talk about it.â Mark whispered, but loud enough for them to hear. He reached his hand out to grab a tissue and wrap it around the finish watermelon, placing it on the table. He dragged his knees close to his chest and hugged himself into a ball like he always had since that day. âWe would have accepted that excuse back then but you know itâs not working this time.â Jisung, the youngest spoke up.
âHow long has it been? Since I became like this?â Mark asked, he genuinely wanted to know since he had lost track of time. âFour whole months.â Mark chuckled weakly with the few of them answering in unison. Mark ran a hand through his hair, the greasiness from not washing it didnât actually bothered Mark till now.
âFour months had passed. Do you guys think four months is enough to get me back on my feet after Iâve broken up from a five year relationship?â
Markâs question made everyone sat there, frozen and still. Their faces turning blank and speechless. Haechan tried to open his mouth, but it only ended up quivering at the thought that he didnât know what to mention at all. Mark glazed his eyes over his friends. He knew they couldnât help him. He dugged himself this hole of despair, and he wasnât able to get out. Those four months, Mark had tried to find ways to get back to her, he questioned himself on what he did wrong, what he could do to piece it all back together. But of course, with the sadness sliding in, Mark had no hope left in his body.
âDo you want to tell us what happened?â Chenleâs voice became soft and gentle, not like before when he was rigid and pissed at his friend for not coming to the many practices he purposely skipped. Mark took in a deep breath. Heâs been practicing. Not breaking down the moment it was time to talk about it. He promised himself he wonât break down, making himself look like a mess.
âShe said she fell out of love. She said it wasnât a bad thing, though I donât see how itâs good either. She basically said that our relationship had been too happy, too perfect, I guess?â Mark had to take a second. Oh no, the tears were welling up in his eyes. On instinct, Jeno went down from the couch to hug Mark tight. And at his touch, Mark let his body loose, crying hard into his friendâs hoodie.
âShe began to get bored of me, Jeno!â Mark croaked out, as if the rest were not looking at the two on the floor with worrisome and hesitation, not sure if they should comfort Mark as well, or simply sit there. Sometimes it was best to not interfere. This is one of those instances.
âShe literally said that itâs just the way of life. That it was natural for her to lose feelings for me. That thatâs just how the world works. But I donât get it! Iâve been trying to find the good out of this, but I canât. I fucking canât!â Mark shook his head vigorously, hands clutching tight on Jenoâs hoodie while he dug his head into Jenoâs chest more and practically poured his heart out.
âUm... Can I say something?â Everyone paused in there movements, including Mark as their heads slowly turned to Jisung who had his body leaned back into the couch, a shaky and uncertain hand raised. The rest raised a brow in a shocking manner, but also curious as to what the youngest had to say on this. âWhat?â Mark asked, barely audible and recognisable.
âAlright well, see. Maybe I could understand from her point of view.â Jisung looked at the others for confirmation to keep going, only to be met with disgusted faces that said, âHow could you?!â âCanât you see Markâs crying here?!â As if Jisung could clearly hear it, he placed both hands up in defence mode. âListen! In a five year relationship, donât you guys agree that itâll get boring? Youâre being together with someone for so long, how can anyone not get tired of it?â
âI didnât.â âWell most people do, Mark.â
Jisung lowered his voice as he spoke. âAnd if you want the relationship to last long, it needs to be exciting, it needs to feel fresh and new no matter how long itâs been. Donât you guys get it? Perhaps, from what I know, Mark has always been bright and perfect. Imagine not having a fight or some sort of argument for five years. Itâs not always good for a relationship to suffer from no problems that would affect the relationship. All relationship has to have its flaws, or else itâll feel unreal. Perhaps she felt that it was unrealistic.â
The silence that had already filled the room from the beginning was now falling deeper upon the youngestâs wise words. It was practically pin drop silence now, with only Markâs shallow breathing and sniffles to be heard. He wiped his face with the sleeve of his shirt. Exhaling loudly, he said, âThen what can I do? If sheâs lost feelings for me, I donât see another way...â Mark realised how deep he was into this. How Jisung made him realise that it was true. Heâs been nothing but happy towards her that theyâve never had a single argument or anything. He understood what she meant by her words that resonated in his mind while Jisung talked.
Renjun slammed his hands on the table, palm faced down while looking to Mark. âThen show her how you two were at the beginning of the relationship!â Renjun exclaimed, as if he had the most brilliant idea. The room was suddenly lit. The atmosphere changed as everyone nodded their heads in agreement. Everyone turned to Mark, who leaned back from the sudden lift of atmosphere.
âExactly! Show her why she fell in love with you in the first place!â Jaemin shouted as well. Mark was suddenly bombarded with everyone screaming and giving chants of encouragement. Meanwhile, Jeno was looking at him with the softest smile, both him and Mark shaking their heads at everyoneâs outrageous behaviour.
âWeâll help you.â Jeno whispered, a firm and assuring hand on Markâs shoulder. Mark had never asked them for help, ever. No matter what he suffered, he suffered it alone, wanting to be seem as the person who could handle whateverâs been thrown at him himself. But with a problem like this that made him fall so deep into the loophole, he knew from the get-go that he could trust his friends. No second thought needed.
I worked at a bookstore. As clichĂŠ as that sounded, I liked working there. You get free books whenever thereâs unwanted stock, you didnât have to work much, simply arranging the books and being the cashier. I only had one other person who worked with me here, which was Jaehyun.
In a small bookstore with books handpicked by the owner herself, it wouldnât be the most popular bookstore around. Hence, why itâs always a breeze to work here, not having to deal with a whole bunch of customers. âShould we get lunch?â Jaehyun asked after coming out from the back, patting his apron which I never knew why he wore in the first place. I smiled softly. âThereâs no one to watch the store but us.â I reminded him, placing the last book I had in my arms on the shelf and making sure it fits snug in between the rest of the books.
Jaehyun hummed, nodding his head thoughtfully. âLooks like weâre ordering take out from the restaurant right down the street.â Jaehyun taunted, leaning his face forward jokingly while taking out his phone. âIâd be too lazy to go anyways. Iâm tired.â
Jaehyun chuckled. âMentally or physically?â I didnât even take me a second to plainly reply with, âBoth.â I walked up to the counter where Jaehyun sat at, his head tilted down to his phone. I sat on the opposite side, letting my arms fall and hit the wood. âWhy are you tired?â Jaehyun suddenly asked. I blinked my eyes, trying to formulate answer which ended up being, âWhat do you mean?â Which was not even a proper answer in the first place.
âWhy are you mentally tired?â Jaehyunâs voice grew low and soft while it became serious. I knew right then and there what he was implying. He had always been hinting on me about it. I knew he noticed my change in behaviour, and wanted to know why. As much as I wanted to tell him, my answer to that had always been the same. âJust... things.â I lied through my teeth, the answer being too vague and suspicious. It only got Jaehyun to shake his head.
âI know something happened, come on. You can never hide your feelings.â Jaehyun said firmly. We both knew it was a fact. Something Iâve struggled with all my life, which meant that as much as I wanted to keep it to myself, I had to let it out sooner or later with the invisible pressure I have always gotten from my surroundings. âDo... Do you remember the night when I went to your house and got drunk?â Jaehyun looked up with thought before replying with a hum.
I bit my lower lip, silence circulating the air for a brief moment. âYou literally came unannounced and you never told me why either since you were already drunk when you came.â Jaehyun recalled softly, he turned his phone to me, motioning to pick something to eat. While I scrolled through the options, I exhaled sharply. âWell um... a few days before that, I did something. Terrible.â My chest puffed up and down, I couldnât tell what Jaehyunâs expression was, but I knew from the silencd again that he knew I was beating around the bush.
Jaehyun suddenly snatched his phone away from me. I gaped my mouth open. âHey I wasnât done-â âTell me whatâs wrong.â Jaehyun demanded, eyes piercing into mine. I frowned, slowly pointing down to the phone. âIf you can just help me press the burger-â
â_____, please!â Jaehyun half-shouted. I instantly grew quiet, intimidated by his sudden shout. He took in a deep breath before continuing. âFour months. You arenât like how you were before. I know Iâve never questioned you straight up. And I can feel how much youâre trying to hide it. Are you dumb to think you can do that with me?â Jaehyun leaned back from his hunched over position to fold his arms.
âWhat am I suppose to say? The fact that I broke up with my boyfriend of five years? That I hurt his feelings for the sake of mine? That even though heâs been nothing but good to me I made the damn decision to break his heart for my own good?!â I retorted back, voice escalating with each sentence. I pinched my temples, hot air suddenly rising to my head. That sudden burst that came out of me also resurfaced emotions that I wanted to keep underground, away from my heart and mind. But it was all now out in the open, and I couldnât simply ignore it any longer.
âThere, I said it. And I donât think I can ever get rid of the guilt from that night four months ago.â My voice lowered itself till I became inaudible. I closed my eyes for a moment to allow myself to calm down. I wanted to cry it all out again, just like I did that night. But iâve shed far too many tears till I simply couldnât cry anymore, only having to deal with the weight of my heart that sunk due to these feelings, feelings that blocked my lungs from letting me breathe fresh air.
âWhy didnât you tell me any of this before?â Jaehyun whispered, his angry expression growing into a look of sympathy. âThatâs the face I donât want to see. The damn look of pity of the people I tell this to. Thatâs why I didnât want to say anything in the first place.â I let out, swallowing whatever feelings I had and making sure its kept deep in my heart again.
Jaehyun kept silent, and the air around us suddenly grew thick, suffocating me as unsaid words floated around. I cleared my throat to break the thin ice of silence. âI told myself that heâs just another phase in my life. No matter how long weâve been together. He meant a lot to me... but whatever that happened has happened. I canât change the past, so Iâll move on from it, one way or another.â I said, directing it to myself and not exactly to Jaehyun.
âYou didnât have to do it alone.â Jaehyun whispered, his eyes lifted up from the counter and to me. He locked his gaze to me, our eye contact never breaking. I felt the sincerity, care through his look. âI know you arenât over it. So if you need anyone, just come to me. Iâll be anything you need me to be. Iâm always here.â
I got home one night from a day out with Jaehyun. I was tired to the core, eyes barely half opened as I kicked my shoes off and went straight for my room, dropping my sling back at the door and plopping myself down on my bed, letting my body sink into sheets. I got comfortable, hugging my soft toys. Just when I wanted to close my eyes and drift off, my phone rang.
I flinched at the ringing, the vibrating on my hand only making me groan. I picked it up. The lockscreen glaring the only name I never wanted to see. âDid I not delete his number?â I muttered to myself in a weak voice, trying to recall if I ever did. But I soon remembered that the time I âgot rid off all traces of Markâ was when I got drunk. I got to know that I never did anything regarding that.
I stared at the screen, the ringing still ongoing and Markâs name glaring at me widely and boldly. I would have done everything I could to get it out of my sight. But something in me made me press the pick-up botton at the bottom with a shaky thumb filled with fear and uncertainty. I slowly brought my phone up to my ear, not letting out a word.
There was silence for a moment, which turned into a long moment. I suddenly heard shuffling, like someoneâs moving in there seat. The phoneâs been moved. A sudden shallow breathing that was most probably Markâs. âYou picked up... Iâm surprised.â The moment I heard Markâs voice, my heart shattered into millions of pieces. His voice, still sweet as ever, sounded as if he was talking to the most fragile being on earth.
âWhy-â âYou donât have to say anything. Iâm actually not feeling good right now.â
A little more inspection on the tone of his voice got me to realise that he was drunk. Did he call me while drinking? I could hear him coughing away from the speaker on the other end. I got worried, wanting to make sure he was fine. âDid you drink?â I asked bluntly. Mark chuckled softly, the sound sending shivers down my spine. It felt unreal, suddenly having him talk to me after all these months. But perhaps it was, the probability of him forgetting he ever contacted me was there.
âI have a song... I wrote. Itâs not about you. I mean... it might be. Is it?â Mark giggled carelessly. âDo you want to hear it?â I could tell Markâs throat was dry, coarse, like heâs been drinking for hours. I knew him well enough to recognise the slightest changes. Before I could ever answer, the shuffling came back again, and after awhile, a strum of a guitar was heard. âWhen the sun and moon pass over my head. I try to move on, try to move on.â My lips quievered tremendously, wanting my lips to part and voice out, âPlease donât sing. Youâre hurting me.â But I couldnât. No sound left my lips. I was rendered speechless.
âEven though the world we created is already messed up. I am still stuck here, broken.â Mark voice rang through my ears. I placed my hand to my head, scrunching up my hair as I balled my hand into a fist, anger and frustration, but also sadness and despair began rising up. All feelings I tried so hard within these months to get rid of, coming back at me, full blow, at two fold. âMark...â He continued singing regardless.
âHow do I miss you baby? How can I still be missing you like this? I know I should move on. I know I should go on. How do I love again? Just come back to me.â I broke down harder with each word, my other hand dropping the phone to cover my mouth as tight as possible while I cried and screamed, everything muffled and hidden. Everything was crashing over my heart. It grew heavy to the point where I couldnât carry myself properly no longer.
I couldnât be facing another day like this. Iâve tried so hard to get over Mark, try to forget the guilt of leaving the most sweetest person in my life. I regretted it every single day, I still do. But I continued, carried on, moved on with life. But having him show up suddenly, his voice, oh so sweet, a song heâs singing for me.
Days went on. I could never get the song out of my head. Markâs voice made me envision him, at his house, guitar on his lap. He sang with his whole heart, true to him and his feelings. I couldnât bear it. It kept resonating in my head. I even began humming it and eventually singing it, but broke down each time. The action was so instantaneous, something I did without any second thought. I kept unknowingly driving myself into having a breakdown each time I did that.
âYouâre making it so hard for me to move on, Mark Lee. Why did you have to be this kind of person? Why canât you just hate me? Iâm fucking regretting it every single second of my life. Why canât you just help me relief the pain by hating me? Forgetting me whole? Why canât you do that?â I cried out. All I wanted was to grab a glass of water, now sitting on the cold kitchen floor with the empty glass on the counter. The melody crept into my mind again, a monster eating me up. My heart ached as I began singing again, voice cracking and words indescribable and barely audible for anyone to hear.
The very next day, I was met with darkness. Not quite since a small slice of light in between the curtains shined through, but at least it wasnât blaring and blinding right at my eyes. I called Jaehyun, agreeing that heâd pick me up to get breakfast before we got into work. I was simply getting ready, half an hour passing by when the doorbell rang. I raised a brow in question. âWhatâs Jaehyun doing here?â I asked to myself, looking down to my phone to see the text messages he sent. He shouldnât be here for another ten minutes.
I quickly tied my hair in a messy low bun and ran for the door, opening it instantly since I thought jt was the mailman. It wasnât. Who stood in front of me wouldâve made me drop to my feet, but I couldnât. Instead, my feet were rooted to the ground. It was Mark.
He stared at me, and I stared back. He was piercing his soft gaze at me as if turning me to stone. I felt weird. One look and it felt like time hasnât passed by at all. It was as if heâs looking right into my heart and soul through my eyes. I took this moment to eye him slowly. He had a change of hair colour, subtle but noticeable, from black to a silverish-purple type of colour. I noticed how he wore his gold round glasses, ones that I knew heâd wear every morning. His style? Hasnât changed either. Nothing about him has changed.
âMark?â I questioned, though I knew it was him right in front of me. My phone suddenly rang, making me jump in my spot out of shock. I huffed, looking down and realising it was Jaehyun. I froze for a moment, my eyes trailing from the screen and to Mark, who had both his hands in the pocket of his black blue jeans, standing upright. He jerked his head down to the phone. âAnswer it.â Mark simply said. I gulped nervously and frantically picked up the call.
âJaehyun um. Youâre here already?â My eyes couldnât stop flickering from the surroundings and to Mark, going back and forth, making fidgeting movements as I talked to Jaehyun. âUm actually you donât have to pick me up. Tell Misses Lee that Iâm not coming today. Something... happened.â I glanced to Mark. He still had that expressionless look on his face. Again, out of anxiety, I let out answers that sounded too vague. Of course Jaehyun had to ask, âWhat? Are you okay? Do you need me to go up?â To which I responded with, âNo! No,no um... Something came up. Just get going.â
I instantly ended the call, dropping my hand loose and letting the grip my fingers around my phone go loose. âExplain yourself, please.â I whispered, shaking my head. âW-What are you doing here?â My voice got shaky quick the more heâs eyes darted at me, as if I was the only thing in the focus of his vision. Mark inhaled, chest puffing up. âDo you have time to go out?â
My brows knitted together, not sure of where this was going. I came up with whatever possible reason for him to ask such a question so suddenly. I bit my lower lip, smacking my lips after and shaking my head again. âWhy?â Mark thinned his lips, glancing sideways and rocking his body back and forth, switching from his toes to heels, like a little kid. âAm I allowed to take you somewhere?â
I wrapped my arms around my body, my head tilting back down to my feet. I thought long and hard, should I go or should I not? What would happen if I do? What if I donât? Would I abandon all the hardwork Iâve tried to get over him, only to have it crumble down with his presence and the day Iâll be spending with him if I agreed? Or will I regret again and have it add on to my already huge mountain pile of guilt?
Such questions wrapped around my mind, getting itself comfortable as if telling me, âLooks like weâll be here for awhile.â I shook my head vigorously as if clearing slate. âYou good?â Mark questioned in a gentle voice. I snapped my head up so hard I probably gave myself whiplash. Mind still foggy from the many thoughts, I simply replied. âLetâs go.â without a second to think it over.
âNo going back.â The same thing I told myself when I came into the band room to finish it off with Mark. Now, I watched as Mark flashed his smile. Though it was the same smile that always made me flash a smile back, this time it sent another unknown feeling, a bad one. I was now craving for the feeling Iâd get when I saw his smile. I didnât like that something else was settling on my heart while I looked at his lips curving upwards, lips becoming thin.
Mark swirled around and walked, his leaned posture and relaxed shoulders almost made him look like he sauntered down the hallway. I watched his back, he still had much style with his graphic tee. He looked as flawless no matter what angle. His head turned, for a brief second he glanced at me over his shoulder as he lifted his glasses up the bridge of his nose easily and turned his head back to the front. I mentally let out a disappointing groan to myself. âWhy...â
We got out of my building, the journey silent as ever, though there wasnât a hint of awkwardness as I simply followed behind him. I saw his motorbike parked right at the entrance. My eyes flickered from the bike and to Mark, who was already taking out a helmet from the back. He handed it to me with a slight lift.
I took a moment to look at it. A small frown forming on my face. My sight went down to our small signatures engraved at the side, my name and his in a calligraphy font with a heart next to it. I gulped, biting my lip as the more I stared at it. The more it took me back to my memories. âI got you that when I first got my motorbike.â Mark whispered. He probably noticed how I was staring into blank space at it. I cleared my throat. âYeah.â was the only thing I could let out, quickly wearing it on and waiting for Mark to get on before I did.
The engine started and I thought we were about to go. But we didnât. Mark turned his head around, his helmet shield lifted up so that I could see his face. âYou arenât holding on?â Mark asked with a raise of his brows. I let out a soft âUm...â It wasnt because I didnât know where to place them. It was the fact that I was too afraid to do so. Mark still had his eyes on me. I glanced back for a moment before ever so slowly wrapping my arms around his waist, interlocking my fingers together to make sure I was secured.
Mark simply chuckled lightly, a tone I wouldnât expect from a situation that should have felt awkward, but it felt all to familiar. Mark faced front again and I was finally able to breathe normally after suffocating myself with his stares that have done so many things to me. Then and now. I didnât know where he was taking me. Though I was clueless, I only had Mark to trust. And after awhile, the streets began to look familiar. The buildings and the place came into view, and I knew instantly where we were going.
âWhy would you take me here?â It felt like a repeat, one mere scene from the past of our many adventures. This one however, held a little more significance than the rest. âDo you want to spend the day here?â I turned to Mark, who was already looking at me. I blinked my eyes rapidly, breathing out a quick chuckle. âYou brought me here so how am I suppose to answer that. And you didnât answer me first.â I breathed in, taking in the sight before us.
The large patch of grass spreaded out, the trees that surrounded it had its leaves and branches sway in the calm wind of the day. It gave a clear view of the sky, a mix of white and blue, the air that blowed on me like a light kiss. As expected, there wasnât anyone here. It was just us, us and the world. No one ever came here, and so it became our own place. A place we owned all to ourselves.
âWhat are we going to do? Itâs already lunch too...â I whispered, glancing down at my phone to check the time. I began to wonder what Jaehyun was doing, how he was coping with the fact that I suddenly ditched work today and have him work alone for the first time. âYou know the drill, donât you?â I retrieved my eyes back from the scenery and to him. I gukped hard. âOf course I do.â I turned around sharply and walked forward to the small cafĂŠ beside the area that housed the best desserts any place could offer.
âOh, Mark Lee!â The old woman shouted with glee when she shot her head up at the sound of the bell ringing above the door, and upon seeing Mark in her view, her face instantly lit up with a smile, the wrinkles around her eyes showing as they formed a thin line. She didnât hesitate to get out from behind the counter to give Mark a big warm hug like youâd give to your grandson, chuckling happily as she did so.
âHow many years has it been?!â She finally released Mark out of her embrace when he kept hitting her back in a signal that she was suffocating him. Mark laughed at her excitement. âMm two years, I think?â I knew he was just guessing and letting out a random number. âI see youâre back too, dear.â She turned her attention to me, which got me out of my observant nature to quickly flash a polite smile. âGood afternoon, Misses Jae.â
Misses Jae, the old woman who had been working at the cafĂŠ ever since Mark and I began coming here. She has yet to retire after all these years. And if anyone would have seen Mark and Iâs relationship grow, it was her. She had always been at the sidelines, obviously spying on us and we pretended we never knew. She never caught on to us knowing about her watchful eyes either. We did stop coming a few years back when Mark began getting busy with his band career. Having her still be here felt like a breath of freah air.
âWould you like the original, loves?â She questioned bubbly, skipping to the back of the counter as she began to whip up our order that we havenât exactly asked for. Mark and I turned our heads to each other in unison, exchanging a soft smile as the two of us had the same thought of Misses Jae. âHow do you still remember what we ate? Arenât you old already?â Mark asked, the joking tone flowed with his words followed by a giggle.
I mentally frowned, watching Mark and Misses Jae conversed. They were radiating nothing but brightness and purity, like two angels having their daily old chatters. How could things not change? It was only their age, but their personality never did. No matter how long, Iâd still think they could have this kind of conversation. I brought myself back to reality from Mark appeared in front of me with the picnic basket. âLetâs go?â He questioned. I downshifted my head in response and walked away, turning back to wave a hand at Misses Jae as she cheefully bid us goodbye as well.
âAre we getting ice cream after this?â I questioned. Mark looked down to me, almost having a look of amusement plastered on his face. My eyebrows formed a V at his weird reaction. âWhat?â I faked my exasperation through my tone. Mark shook his head while it tilted down, cracking a soft smile. I let time froze for a moment. That simple gesture of his, anyone could do it. But his had always been natural, natural yet perfect in its state. Time went back to normal, not allowing me to sink in his looks any further. âNothing.â Mark simply said, the walk back to the field was quiet and peaceful.
As the day went by and we ate our lunch, everything felt normal. Everything was neutral, like we were just having a regular date out. Like no strings between us have been pulled. Mark was able to keep up a conversation. And though there were pockets of silence, I was able to tolerate it. And now, as we leaned back with one hand supporting our bodies while the other held our ice cream cones, we stared off into the sky as we watch it slowly turn into pink and the burning orange sun started to brush the horizon.
âYou have yet to answer why you took me here.â I reminded Mark yet again. I turned my attention to Mark. His dewy skin was covered with the shade of orange reflected from the sky. His silver-purple hair capturing all the light, like it was all shining on him, circling him like he was the only thing worthy in this world. He looked effortlessly breathtaking, his side profile being my focus while he had his eyes on the sunset.
âI have a request.â Mark breathed out, he still had his eyes on the sky that was now slowly turning into a shade of violet. âRequest...?â I echoed back, letting my skepticism shine through my words. Mark glanced down, ruffling his head with his hand while taking a bite of the ice cream cone at the same time. A moment went by when he was chewing. And when he swallowed and was ready to talk again, he said, âI offer you three days. Three stops.â âFor what?â
âFor you to make a decision on whether you want us to start over.â
My mouth couldnât help itself but hang open ever so slightly. Blinking twice, I took in his words, wondering, âWhat is he even on about?â When it came to things like these, anything that needed me to not know what was going on, Markâs creativity knew no limits and zero boundaries. Who knows what was running through his pretty mind? âThis being the first stop.â
âAre you taking me on some kind of journey?â I carelessly let out without giving much thought. To my surprise however, Mark nodded his head firmly, his head slowlh tilting down to meet my gaze. âItâs a journey back in time, a journey down our memory lane. Feelings you thought were long gone, we can go search for it again.â His whisper got lower, softened with each word as sincerity was imbued nicely in between.
At that moment, I felt an electric shock being sent throughout my whole body. And it was all Markâs doing. From his looks, to his stare, whatever he did today. I didnât take me long to realise that I was feeling new, like we were just getting started. When he went away for that night and we parted ways, I went empty too, like all of me just flooded out and disappeared.
Mark texted to free up my weekends, which meant that Iâd still have to go for work. With the day before still vividly etched into my mind, I came to the bookstore unfocused and in a daze, absentmindedly bringing myself back to that day and having the sudden urge to replay it over and over. Of course my weird behaviour has yet again struck Jaehyunâs instincts of suspicion.
âWhy didnât you go to work yesterday?â Jaehyun asked, wanting to sound casual but I could hear his interrogation tone underneath and ready to come out after I answered. I took in a deep breath, lips thinned. âI went out... with my boyfriend.â My answer caused Jaehyun to lean back a little almost in shock, but he kept his cool regardless. âWait. The one you broke up with?â He closed his eyes for a moment as if recalling the day when I told him about my situation. I nodded in response.
There was silence for a moment, but I quickly spoke with a, âHey, what would you do if someone gave you three days to fall in love with them?â Jaehyun arched an eyebrow in question, glancing sideways. âIâm assuming that this is related to what happened yesterday?â I burst out a loud sigh, covering my eyes with a palm for a moment. âHow are you so-â
âI know how to read people.â I clicked my tongue. âRight.â
âSo what exactly did he tell you?â Jaehyun questioned me again. I puckered my lips, trying to see if I could remember Markâs exact words. Failing to do so, I simply replied with the gist. âHeâs giving me three days. Weâll go to three places. He wants to know if Iâd agree to starting over our relationship after the three days.â I was looking down at my thumbs, trying to scrap off the hang nails while I talked in a whispered tone. âIsnât that a good thing?â
I looked up to Jaehyun, dumbfounded as I got side tracked in my thinking, remembering about my day with Mark once again. Jaehyun let out a disappointed sigh. âCanât you see, _____. Heâs practically a hopeless romantic whoâs trying so hard to win you over. I feel bad for that guy.â Jaehyun suddenly leaned forward against the counter, shoulders raising up to his ears while he did so. âWait whatâs his name though? I canât be calling him âthat guyâ all the time.â
âI thought you knew? Itâs Mark Lee.â I stated monotonously. Jaehyun moved back with shock, mouth agape and eyes so wide that it could fall out of their eye sockets. âWait! Mark Lee the guitarist from Dream?!â Jaehyun gasped exaggeratedly, both hands having to close his loose jaw shut. âDid you not remember me taking you to one of his performances?â I asked, dumbfounded at how he could forget such a memory. âYou just said you knew Mark! I didnât know you dated him!â My mouth absently formed an âOâ as I remembered that I did, laughing shortly after and shaking my head, muttering a, âSorry about that.â under my breath.
âOkay back on topic.â Jaehyun began, his voice instantly switched fast back to his low, serious tone. âI mean the obvious answer is to take him back. But Iâm not the one in a relationship here. So whether you do fall for him again or not within the three days, just make sure you two ended this on a good note. Not whatever you did that day.â Jaehyun rolled his eyes with his last comment. âDid you think I didnât thought of a way to end it nicely? I tried to but it came out sounding more harsh then it needed to be. But I felt like ot was better to be straight up at that point of time.â I retorted, my voice forged by a shard of broken glass as I feigned exasperation.
âCanât I at least have a clue of where youâre taking me?â I frowned while Mark was taking out my helmet from the back. He turned around sharply on his heels, passing me the helmet with a faint smirk that disappeared in a blink of an eye and covered with an innocent smile. âIâm not your kidnapper. All the more you should trust me. Didnât I say weâre trying to find your lost feelings?â Mark expertly put his helmet on without any adjustments needed. âIâm your guide here.â He hopped on, the engine roaring when he started the motorbike and I got on.
The ride to the unknown location was long. I didnât time it but it did felt long. I had my eyes halfway closed, begging to shut them fully to be put to rest as the wind blew harshly against my skin, the fast speed making the wind cold as ice which felt like air conditioning and made it the perfect condition to sleep. Too bad I couldnât and even when I did, my head moved left and right as it hanged loose.
We finally came to an abrupt stop. My eyes were still closed at that period of time. But by the sound of bustling and busyness ringing through my ears, it didnât take me long to have a few guesses formed in my head before I fluttered my eyes open to confirm them. âThis place...â I whispered under my breath. Mark heard me and hummed as I went off and strapped my helmet off. I held the helmet in my hands while I looked from the crowdedness to the where the huge sign stood tall and above the entrance of the gates.
âWe havenât visited here in a long time, havenât we?â I felt Markâs presence beside me. I quickly glanced at him before directing my eyes back to the sign. âIâm surprised itâs still busy. It used to only be this crowded during the holidays.â I couldnât help but crack a smile absently, too amazed by the sight as nostalgia washed over me. I handed Mark my helmet, eyes never leaving the place. I watched as Mark walked in front of me and I instantly followed.
What continued after that was simply a whole day of fun and joy. Endless games, prizes won. Though it had mostly been Mark winning the prizes at first, I was soon able to step up and win some too close to the end of the day. We got on rides, ate from food trucks, the plainest of desserts suddenly tasting a whole lot brighter as we simply went around and visiting everh corner of the amusement park. It was nothing but pure bliss, nothing could distract our time here at all.
âIâm not satisfied with this!â I whined, still upset at how Mark upstaged me in over half the games we played. I realised my competitive side became prominent when I played, and also the fact that I might have been competitive only with Mark. Mark folded his arms confidently, his body turning left and right while he threw his leg forward with each step on the way back to our ride. The prizes were small, but the biggest one he earned was an adorable cat plush toy which he hugged like it was his prize possession.
âYou used to be better at this than I was. I remembered how you always taunted me and rubbed it in my face while I sulked.â Mark and I chuckled in unison, the memories of it being played in our minds at the same time. We were now leaning against his motorbike, a long silence passing by that felt like a cozy blanket over us, comfortable and serene. The sun was just about to finish setting to welcome the night, and in probably a few minutes time the light on the huge sign would flicker and illuminate the entire front of the entrance.
âYou took me here that one time I got a stuffed toy from my friend and thought I liked going to amusement parks.â I couldnât help but giggle, my mind teleporting me to that exact day when it happened. It replayed itself, and emotions came barreling now in full force. âHow did you make such an assumption?â I turned to him, brow raised in a weirded out manner. Mark placed a free hand on his chest and feigned shock.
âIt looked like a stuff toy from an amusement park and you kept talking about it in class! I just apparently made that connection...â Mark cutely whispered the ending, which I responded with a frown, surprised at how much I was swooning over his little act.
It took me awhile to notice, having my focus on Mark and the amusement park, that the sunset had always been pretty whenever I was with Mark. At the first stop and now, it was never like any ordinary day. The colours were bright, fighting each other to make themselves prominently painted in the sky. It was a burst of colours, not like your average sunset on an average day. Something about it made me think that the worldâs trying to tell me, âItâs really true that the best days have the best sunsets.â
âWanna head home now?â I flicked my mindset back to reality when I heard Markâs voice, my head shooting towards him immediately after I stared into blank space at natureâs view. âMm details on the next location?â It had only been two days. Two stops. With each second passing by, my curiosity to know the next stop had always been growing. Itâs as if I was slowly picking up bits and pieces of my feelings through these times, and I was somehow eager to pick up more as it went on.
âThe next location.â Mark echoed to himself in a whisper, slowly nodding his head while the rubbed his chin and seemed to be faking that he was deep in thought. âI want you to call me when youâre feeling sleepless. A rought night, one where you simply canât sleep and wished that time will pass by till morning without having you be a tired mess.â Mark said it in this poetic tone, which flowed soothingly as I listened.
âWhy do I already know what youâre going to do?â I asked, a slight smirk creeping up my face while a devious soft chuckle. Mark frowned, eyes narrowed at me while he shook his head. âYou arenât making it fun. At least pretend you donât know if you guessed it right!â I was trying my hardest not to melt into the floor at the sight of Mark being a cutie. I was suddenly having a hard exterior, one that was playing hard to get but for what reason? That I didnât know.
Mark took me home, silence throughout with only our expression and hums to communicate. I could clearly tell Mark was tired from today, and I was too, quickly taking a shower and getting ready for bed just so I could fall into it and doze off. But right before I did, my eyes caught its focus on the stuffed bear I won that was sitting on my study table. My hand absently reached out for it. I turned my body sideways and have the bear mirroring me.
It was all so reminiscent. How it was as if I relived that day years ago, which only resulted in a full chain of memories with correspondence to it. Itâs like I was in a dark room, nothing but darkness to eat me up alive till Mark showed me a string, one that was slowly taking me somewhere, the destination being sure to be far better than this empty void of my heart, where I didnât know if I actually did fell out of love with Mark, but simply needed that bit of push which Mark was doing horrifyingly well.
For some reason, Mark and I didnât contact each other after that day. Days turned into weeks, and as time flash by like a blur, I was already waking up to be greeted with the Christmas spirit that bustled my town just in time to welcome the holidays. Though the snow has yet to come, the town had already begun hanging up decorations and lights hanging from one telephone pole to another. Though the town had greeted me with a lively atmosphere, I however wasnât in the Christmas spirit.
Without reason, my days have slowly been feeling duller each time I awake from my sleep. Life was boring, casual. I didnât have anything to look forward to. Eventually my mood had dropped as well. And I always felt the need to put on a smile just so Jaehyun wouldnât suspect anything. But with him being out of the country for the holidays, I was left to handle the bookstore myself.
I was sitting at the counter, elbow resting on top of the hard wood while I allowed my chin to rest on it uncomfortably while I had my gaze down on my book, mindlessly scanning through the words. I wasnât feeling that surge to continue reading, I didnât bother what was going to happen next. My love for reading was suddenly fading, just a little yet still impactful enough to make my days gray. Iâd usually be engrossed in a book, flipping hundreds of pages in one sitting when I had the free time.
I closed the book and turned to the back of the book, reading its synopsis. It sounded like a book Iâd be interested in while I read the synopsis in my mind. I began to wonder if it was me that was having the colours of me being sucked out by the boredom of life. The book had nothing to do with this. I was simply too drained that I was carrying around a lifeless body everyday. I lifted my eyes up on my book and adverted my attention to the books on the shelves. Nothing stood out to me.
I let out a quiet sigh of frustration, now realising that the red hazed sky turned into vivid black ink after the sun had set, I figured if was a good time to lock up and head home. Misses Lee had never really specified a time for us to close the store, but at this point I could care less. I went straight back home, walking on the pathways as the colour from the lights reflected itself on the stone ground. The lights were bright and eventful, yet I felt none of it on my way back. Nothing was making my heart skip a beat, sending thrill and excitement.
I grabbed a glass of water and brought it straight to my room, carelessly sitting on the edge of my bed. I stared into blank space for a long while, taking occasional sips while I did. Absentmindedly, my eyes slowly went to my study table where my laptop was. And sitting right beside it was the stuffed toy. It was always been in my sight whenever I was in the room, but it was only now that I took in its presence. My thoughts went to Mark, the object of focus being linked to him. My eyes then went to my phone that was sitting at my side.
âShould I...â I whispered to myself. A frown formed on my face. How was Mark doing all this time we werenât in contact? Has he been well off following the rules of his plan, only having to come to me when I called when he perhaps wanted to rush over and appear at my house like he always used to? âBut what if he had forgotten?â I couldnât let negatives thoughts to be shut out. They were always there, creeping around in the shadows on my mind. It always had to make me think of the worst possible outcomes.
Call me when you canât sleep, a night when you just want it to pass by quickly. That was one of those nights. I refained myself from thinking twice and picked up my phone.
Mark strummed on the final note of the song, everyoneâs instruments settling down as well. Jeno, being in charge of the bass guitar and having to stand next to Mark, immediately went up to him to give him a celebratory pat on the shoulder. âThat sounded awesome guys!â Chenle shouted, punching his fists in the air with his drumsticks in hand.
Everyone exhanged faithful looks, including Mark as he looked down at his guitar, thanking it for the brilliant sound it produced though it was entirely Markâs doing with his eyes by a soft blink. âLuckily I recorded that.â Jaemin ran up to his phone at the front, picking it up and going back to play it. All the members huddle around him, Jaemin instantly blasting his phone on full volume.
Smiles and sighs of satisfaction circled around, finally clapping when the video stopped. âWeâre so ready for the Christmas performance!â Jisung said excitedly, bouncing on the toes of his feet. Mark suddenly had his mind filled, filled of her. He didnât know how, she simply happened to pop in out of thr blue. The laughter and conversation the group was having blurred into the background, his thoughts coming into focus.
âUm guys?â Mark suddenly called out warily. Instant silence and focus was all on Mark, raised brows of curiosity being common in all their faces. âCan we perhaps change the venue?â Markâs question got everyone to not respond for a beat, still processing his words and truthfully, not sure of what to say.
âI mean we still have time to change it without upsetting our fans.â Chenle said with a shrug. Soft hums came out. It settled down once Jeno made a follow up question. âWhere though?â Mark responded immediately by saying her town, specifically the big lawn of grass with a small stage that was used for outdoor performances. For some reason it wasnât in use anymore.
âYou want to perform for her.â Haechan was the quickest one to let out the obvious assumption made by everyone, which resulted in devilish smirks and giggles. âYou guys are okay with that, right?â Mark wanted to confirm in an unsteady tone. Everyone nodded their heads firmly with much reassurance.
âHow are we not okay? Weâve been helping you out this whole time.â
I tried calling Mark. And after my fifth try, I gave up. I didnât know what he was up to. And I felt that I wasnât in the right place to get mad about it, but for some reason I was. He had a life to live. Perhaps heâs been busy with his band, which is entirely understandable. I was feeling pretty bored after work, deciding that I should be out of my home for once even if it was for an hour to take in the cold atmospheric air.
Wearing a thick coat, I shoved my hands into my pockets, taking small steps as my body tried to fend the cold. It wasnât too cold that I wanted to freeze myself to death, but jt was enough to sting my exposed skin ever so lightly. As I walked down the pavement, the scraping of my boots against the cement and only my breathing to be heard, I began to notice how unusually quiet the town was. Lights were on and decorations were still hung, but there werenât anyone to bring the holiday atmosphere come to life like any other day. Today was too quiet.
I continued to walk, slow strides and letting the sounds nature fill the silence. However, the further I walked down, the more I noticed a soft sound in the distance. It was muffled due its far distance from where I was at. But it sounded as if a concert was going on. Absently, I began to pick up my pace, simply curious if that is where all the people of the town werre at.
It was this moment I realised that looking down from my feet and lifting my eyes up, that I was indeed at a performance. Lots of shouting, cheers and jumping. Everyone was having a great time. It was held at the huge lawn of grass with one stage at the very back. I never heard of performances being held here, nor have I seem one when I moved here. The stage from my view was small, and all I could see were seven people performing a song on stage.
I was simply standing outside, listening to the music without giving much thought of who was playing since I was too lazy to get closer for a better view. I knew the song was coming to an end, which made me paint a frown on my face, hopefully theyâd be playing more. It would certainly be more entertaining than my original plan of taking a stroll.
âHowâd you like that, dreamzens!â The familiar voice spoke into the mic, shouting proudly. I shot my head up so fast I would have given myself a whiplash. My eyes darted to the stage, this time squinting my eyes to focus my vision while having to deal with the crowdedness of the area. âI hope you are all spending your holidays well.â Without a doubt, that voice came from one of Markâs bandmates. It was as clear as day, recognising them within the fraction of a second.
âWeâll be performing one last song before leaving.â Groans filled the air of the crowd, which only made them laugh and giggle, specifically Markâs unique laughter shining through and being the most prominent. I couldnât recognise where Mark was. But when a person came walking up to the mic, tapping on it warily and coughing nervously, I knew right then and there that Mark was about to speak.
âThis last song. Itâs for a special someone. Sheâs probably not here to listen, but performing it here in her town specifically felt like the right thing to do.â Mark paused for a moment, sucking the air into his lungs and exhaling through the mic. âI love her, so much. I felt like Iâve been giving my best, but my best wasnât her interpretation of her best. I realised that Iâve never actually been open to her. We never fought, strangely enough. We werenât normal. I never shared to her about my hardships, simply putting on a smile and trying to be perfect person for her.â
Mark gulped, glancing away before proceeding to make eye contact with the audience. âAnd after what happened, I finally knew that being perfect, isnât what makes you the most lovable and ideal person in someoneâs eyes. Perfection was what drove her away. And in an attempt to get her back, I wrote this song. Itâs a waste that she wonât be hearing it. Sheâs probably at home reading.â Mark chuckle weakly, rubbing his eye with one hand. âBut I hope you all understand what I mean by that through this song. Be imperfectly perfect.â
The song began, and I already felt my heart getting heavy, full of unrecognisable and familiar emotions, clumping all into my heart and putting its weight down on me. It was a slow start, one that usually comes with a sad song. The crowd became quiet and respectful. âEven if I was hurt I never showed it. Iâm so scared of seeing the end.â Markâs soft and gentle voice settled in me as well, it made me held my breath for a moment and exhaling to grasp for air when I realised my breathing stopped. Itâs his voice that always made the hairs on my arms and the back of my neck stand up straight and stiff.
âYou saw the emptiness in my eyes, yet I never had the courage to show them to you.â The song was picking up its pace, coming to the chorus. I wanted to shout, show him I was here, wanting him to know that he didnât have to imagine that I was here while performing, that he didnât need to perform with just an image of me. But I couldnât. The song was hitting me so hard in the chest that I wouldnât even be able to utter a single word. âIn a world where perfection was expected, you are one that made me imperfectly perfect, only in your eyes.â
The world came to a pause. From the rapid pace, slowing itself down to finally stop and freeze in time. Mark was the only one in my focus, everything else going blurry and bleeding out into nothing. I couldnât resist the urge to hug him, wanting to reach my hand out all the way from the back. My vision became clear, and I could see Mark singing with his whole heart, with all his emotions. He told me many times performing was his way of expressing himself, and I could see that. Iâve seen that in all his performances.
I continued to listen, my tears eventually having to well itself up till I blinked down to the floor and drops of them fell to the ground, making its mark. I gulped and bit my lower lip, my vision how gone back to being blurry by the tears but I was still listening. All I needed was Markâs voice to feel the presence of his arms around me, comforting me and letting me be free.
The moment the song ended and people were getting ready to leave after they greeted the fans, I squeezed through the crowd, being elbowed and pushed in every which way. I soldiered on and finally ended up and the back of the stage, where the whole band was huddle together in a group hug, patting their backs. I made myself known by clearing my throat. Heads shot up in my direction. Mark was in the center, head slowly tilting up and eyes widening when he saw me. He was crying, quickly wiping off his tears to make it seem like he wasnât. But we both knew he was never quick enough.
âMark...â Was all I could let out in a whisper and cry. The others were able to read the atmosphere after flickering their attention fron me and back to Mark, quietly going off. I slowly walked up to Mark, head tilted down. For some reason, I was too afraid to look into his eyes. I knew Iâd be breaking the moment I looked into them. However, it was Markâs hands that made its way to mine, holding them as if it was the most fragile thing in the world, caressing his thumb over my skin as if it was the smoothest thing ever.
âI didnât know youâd come.â Mark breathed out, the two of us having our eyes on our hands that sit perfectly with each other like molds made from fate. âI guess it was fate that made us meet.â I was the first to look up, taking in his eyelashes and eyelids while he kept his gaze down. He was still running his thumb on my skin, in circles or even hovering over them. He was never intending to let go.
âWhy have you never told me anything when you went through like... difficult times. Times where you needed someone to be there for you. Thatâs what Iâm here for, arenât I?â Mark quickly looked at me. Our eyes met and eye contact wasnât intended to be broken either. âFor one I felt bad if I were to ever bring up my problems. Like I said, or sung, I wanted to the the perfect person for you. One you need not have no worries about and someone you can depend on.â
âBut that goes both ways.â âOf course it does.â
âSo have you never considered that maybe I wanted you to approach me, instead of just leaving me there to fend for myself?â I began to think it over, his deep words settled in my thoughts. he was right. I thought i was being respectful by leaving him be when he kept insisting that he didnt to talk. But why didnât i ever think that he could have wanted to be pulled out of his mess? That he kept resisting so that ill see he truly needed help. why didnât I.. âThatâs on me. I never realised. Iâm dumb for not and so Iâm sorry.â
A pause of silence went by, as if the two of us were recollecting our thoughs. âMark.â I began. âIâm sorry for everything. Having you feel the need to put up a mask whenever you were with me, that night I broke up with you for you, being you. Iâm sorry you felt the need to go such lengths to get me back. You didnât need to. I just need you to be... transparent.â I couldnât help but giggle when the sudden thought came to mind. âThe adorable hopeless romantic that needs saving.â
Mark flickered his eyes from mine to other parts of my face, specifically more to my lips. He tugged on my hands, making me take a step closer to him, our chests now touching. Mark slowly brought his face close to mine, our lips brushing as he spoke and having the urge to connect them with its electricity.
âIâll be me. And itâs fine. I went through all this in hopes that like you said that night, have the world bring us back together. Iâm glad my efforts have been paid off.â Mark went closer, rubbing his nose against mine with a soft smile.
âI love you.â Mark whispered before our lips connected and sparks were sent flying. And just like in any clichĂŠ movie, the first snowfall seemed to fall right at this moment, where everything was simply imperfectly perfect.
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The Mechanics of Living part 2
Summary:Â You trick Tim into going to a closed-off sector. Things go well. a/n: I will be doing a directorâs cut for this is anyone is interested (by anyone I mean @glorified-red) Warnings: very slight body horror and goreÂ
Main Masterlist
Tim Drake Masterlist
It was easiest to just tell Tim all the facts rather than rely on the goodwill you've built in 3 years to persuade him.
There's a reason sector 4-D was cordoned off last year. For some unknown reason, a section that had been little more than a concrete wasteland started teeming with infected life.
People say it was an abomination (An unidentifiable, Tim corrected but you still think abomination captured the appropriate dramatic for that.) Â that wandered in from farther in the waste. Some people say it was one of Bludhaven's beasts they let loose. You highly doubt Bludhaven was in any shape to contain whatever it is ravaging sector 4-D. After all, it wasn't in any better shape than Gotham was at the moment. You doubt it's ever been in better shape. They're like two cities constantly caught in this vortex of awfulness, looking at each other from two different sides thinking 'poor bastards'.
Sector 4-D was an easy hunting ground where young scavengers got their feet wet before they could move on. Now it was a dead zone, a dead zone with too much potential to pass up.
Like every sector, sector 4 was vast and unexplored and supposedly, there had been a library there. A building full of books and most importantly, medical textbooks.
You feel a little bad plucking at Tim's heartstrings when all you cared about was the payout. Appealing to the guy's sense of responsibility was kind of cheating but-- BUT! The specified textbooks do have stuff about bacteria and illnesses so you aren't really overstating their importance.
You try to push down the number of zeroes the man had shown you as you zip past a rusted sign.
You don't really trust anyone other than Tim to help you with this. Besides, all the other people who won't stab you after cashing in the reward probably don't know half as many words as Tim so you'll definitely need him to get the right books.
You stare at the rows of cars before you. They're overrun with weeds and vines and rust. A stark reminder that your Gotham is just a fraction of what it had been. You stop your bike in front of a taxi with a faded yellow body.
"This is it. This is where your life as an adventurer begins."
You swallow back the wave of nostalgia, letting the bike roll past it into the mess of cars to keep it a little more hidden. It isn't illegal to go to this sector yet. At least not when you checked but you really don't wanna gamble your Scavenger's license on clerical errors by either of your guilds.
Tim steps out of the sidecar, careful not to jostle Basil in his bag. You want to point out that you should probably wake the cat up otherwise you were wasting food on him but you knew better than to expect cooperation from Tim's fur ball from hell.
âSo which theory about the illness do you think is the most plausible?â He asks, tucking the walkman away. You both thought it was stupid name but you didnât really wanna question the teller. âThe one that involves the least aliens.â You pause, narrowing your eyes at Tim whose hand is currently being eaten by his cat. âOr alien adjacent things.â
âSo, you're one of those people who thinks the government did it.â Tim is *such* a little shit. Maybe thatâs why his guild master gave him the most useless cat on the planet. Grade A my ass, you think staring at the furball nipping at his knuckles.
âNot on purpose, no.â
Tim raises a brow. âI didn't know you had that much faith in humanity.â
âPffff, I think they just fucked up.â Â
âHere, I was accusing you of being optimistic.â
âA mistake really.â
You two come to a crossroads. Â A giant large yellow lantern hangs in the middle of the street, swaying listlessly in the air. Itâs strange.
âDo you think the people in the old world used those to scare away the sick?â
âIf they did,â he looks around, âit didn't work.â
Your eyes flit over the area. Â Stone walls crumble, vegetation willing in the cracks. Still, even with the overgrowth of life, the city feels hollowed out. Nearly a decade ago, youâd first laid a hand on one of the stone arches of the city hall just down by main street. Nearly a decade ago, you felt the stone crumble beneath the pads of your fingers. Nearly a decade ago, you had come the closest to knowing what it was like having the sickness. Even one of the great cities had been reduced to a fraction of its size.
âDo you think the color of the light matters?â Tim asks, pointing again to the lamp.
You squint. You hadnât noticed it at first but yeah, the color of the lights was different.
âMaybe,â you tilt your head, âor maybe the people from before were just idiots.â
âYou just have a bad opinion of them, donât you?â
âLike you donât.â You shoot back, tapping your bat against your boot.
Tim rolls his eyes and shrugs.
You try to smile at that but somethingâs wrong. Your skin bristling, the air is stale despite the wind. You watch the lantern sway back and forth, the thin wires holding it up, fragile and precarious. A bad feeling crawls up your spine.
Thereâs a pressure in the air, the atmosphere turning into a vacuum.
Basil hisses, looking as vicious as he can.
The wind stops.
The skittering voices rise like the fluttering of locust wings.
A writhing mass, pulsing and menacing, blots out the horizon. It opens its maw to wheeze and the stench of rot floods the air. Your insides curdle and wilt from the intensity of the putrid odor. Once the *thing* draws another breath, the skittering begins again and this time you know where itâs from.
You can see it in the way its neck twists and undulates, its rotting flesh rippling as the fragmented voices rasp out of its throat. Its limbs, deformed, move unnaturally as it ambles towards you.
You stare at it. Your limbs unmoving. That thing *is* an unidentifiable. In all technicality, it fits the neat taxonomy laid out by experts. It is neither man nor beast. Its form corrupted beyond recognition. Itâs rotting and shambling. But the thing you are looking at cannot simply be sorted neatly because it is what it is. Â
A creature that god himself did not touch.
An abomination.
You splay a hand on Timâs chest, pushing him back lightly. Â Glancing at each other, you nod as you slowly step back into an alley. You quietly curse Gothamâs gloomy weather for the thingâs appearance. You thought you would have at least âtil sundown to look for loot before having to flee to a safer sector. But when in Gotham, nothing is ever certain even the rising of the sun.
All you have to do is be quiet. Easy enough. Being silent is the first thing you learn to be in this world.
It blinks at you.
It. Blinks. At. *You.*
Your heart stops, the blood running in your veins turning into lead.
Dozens of eyes blink at you. Theyâre not all human from the looks of them. It opens its maw again, your muscles bunch up in anticipation of its miasmal breath. The discordant voices coming from its mouth coalesce into a horrible sob.
Tim grabs your wrist and pivots towards an alley. The sudden change in movement shocks your body awake. You scoop Basil up and bolt down the alley, letting Tim lead the way.
Desperately, You try to concentrate on the scuff of your shoes against pavement instead of the creak of limbs and the plop of flesh as it drips off the creature. The pinching of Timâs features tells you heâs doing the same.
You round the corner, shoulder hitting brick, narrowly avoiding dozens of hands reaching for you. Basil yowls and hisses and you would apologize but your shoulder is screaming at you and goddammit Basil, we have bigger issues. Â
You and Tim squeeze into a space between the buildings seemingly too small for that thingâs gelatinous form. You make the mistake of looking back only to see its limbs skitter up the building and down the other end of the alley. It smiles at you, rows of teeth glittering in the sparse light.
This was it.
This is where your life ends.
Where else is there to go?
You expect the acceptance to come in like a flood or relief. Life was hard with very little room for breath. Scraping by, tooth and nail, knuckles bleeding for every scrap of stability. You close your eyes and take a deep breath. You suddenly feel so tired like the adrenaline had been keeping you together for the past few years. Acceptance should have come easy.
But it doesnât.
You open your eyes to glance at Tim, finally resignation sets. His features are still pinched and his hand is trembling beside yours. You really did screw this one up big time, huh?
You bite your cheek.
Watching Timâs mind work, you know you have to keep him alive. You squeeze Tim's hand. He narrows his eyes at you. You give him a crooked smile and let his hand fall.
You pivot, foot pushing against the pavement as you launch yourself to the other end of the alley.
If your estimates are correct, you can buy him 15 minutes. 15 minutes would be more than enough for him to make it back to the bike--
Tim yanks on your hood, throwing open a door. The creature howls as Tim hurls both of you into the building.
"What the heck was that?!" Tim screams.
"A Dick." You answer, rubbing your head. fuck. Tim could throw.
"No! You were being fucking stupid."
You scowl at him in the dark. "Thanks Tim. I get it."
"No, you don't!"
"Can we argue--"
The door rattles and shakes. A fist-shaped dent embeds itself on the metal door. You glance at each other before scrambling towards the very safe-looking stairs.
You fly up the steps like hell was on your heels and as far as you're concerned, it was. You wrench Tim's bag from him and you're half tempted to throw him over your shoulder as well but you're not sure the stare case can hold that much weight.
If you climb to the roof-- Â If you... climb... It can climb. Fuck.
You and Tim seem to come to the same conclusion as you throw yourselves into another door.
You shove a sofa in front of the door and sit on it.
"Please tell me you've miraculously come up with a plan." You hiss glancing over to Tim who's staring at the window.
He glances over his shoulder to look at you. "If I could pull off miracles, you wouldn't be so dumb."
You sigh. Ok, yeah. He has every right to be mad. It was an incredibly stupid move but it's a numbers game and yeah.
Tim runs his hand through his hair, tugging at the strands. He needs to come up with something. He glances out the window. He walks over and leans out the window.
"We should jump."
"Would you like to elaborate?" You wheeze, still not really letting go of a
"Follow me."
"Tim, I have never trusted you less in my life." You snort, quietly. But you make your way to the window. Â You set Basil down and look at what Tim is pointing to. There's a dumpster filled to the brim with trash. There doesn't seem to be any infected mice in there and the road to the right is a straight shot back to the bike.
You lick your lips.
"So we're on the same page."
"Uh, if that means what I think it means then yes."
Tim lets out a breath as he opens the window as quietly as possible. You listen to the steady beat of limbs thumping against the wood. You hold a collective breath. The window clicks into place with a loud snikt.
The thumping stops.
You practically shove Tim out the window while you stare at the door. It rattles and shakes. Â A screech erupts the stairwell as you jump out the window. You land with a thump, sinking beneath the mounds of plastic.
Your heart is hammering and pressing into your throat. Its beat is in sync with the steady thump of the limbs. The wet squelching of rotting flesh scraping against the rusted metal of the dumpster. You want to heave but Tim shoves a hand in your face. You gag silently. Tim's hand smells putrid from the trash.
You hold your breaths until the thumping goes away. You don't dare breathe until Basil settles down.
You fall limp against the trash. Your limbs feel like jelly. You gag. Thinking about jelly right now is probably the worst thing for your health.
Tim nudges you with his foot. You turn your body over as quietly as you can.
You watch him make shapes with his hands. You frown. Â You cycle through your memory trying to remember what the gestures mean then let go of Basil when you do.
Basil rises from the trash, padding against the plastic.
When you hear Basil jump down to the pavement, you dig your way out of the trash.
"For the record, I hate your plans." You say, gagging.
"What was yours?" Tim fires back, dusting his hair.
"..."
"Just what I thought."
You're the first to climb out, holding your arms out to him mockingly. He silently threatens to curb stomp your face. You snort and tuck your hands to your side.
Thankfully, you make it to the bike without incident.
Tim tucks his body into the sidecar, occupying himself by comforting Basil. You hand him a bat as you start the bike.
"Just in case."
You kick the bike into gear as you two ride into the sunset.
You breathe a quiet breath, letting your eyes slip shut for a moment. The road is clear for about 14 breaths. Â Thatâs all you want to think about.
At the fourteenth breath, you open your eyes to an open expanse of road, endless and breathtaking. You turn to Tim and laugh. He gives you a sour look. Youâll just buy both of you some canned pineapples later and heâll maybe forgive you. Basil certainly does as he doesnât participate in Timâs sour protest, opting instead to crawl into Timâs bag.
Then you hear it above the roar of the engine.
The skittering.
Voices like the fluttering of wings.
It screeches, the raspy cry making your skin crawl. You donât wanna look back. You donât want to see the unnatural movement of its body as it bounds towards you.
You kick the bike to a higher gear. The engine will hate you but you canât repair it if youâre dead.
The bike slows down. Tim stands up raising your bat over his head, bringing it down. It does not clang. The sound is squishier and moist. Your stomach rebels. Hazarding a glance behind you, you see the writhing mass holding onto your bike.
âTIM,â you shout.
âI--â Swing â-- AM--â Swing â--A LITTLE--â Swing â--BUSY!â âTHEREâS A CAN OF HAIRSPRAY IN MY DUFFLE.â Â
Tim ducks down, throwing you the bat. You swing wildly at the creature, summoning up a truly impressive bout of swearing.
Tim sprang up, nearly falling off the sidecar if not for you grabbing his shirt. Tim flicked the lighter, pressing down on the nozzle of the spray, and unleashing fire on the beast. The thing cries, voice shattering as it burns. You watch its flesh burn. Oh, what a pleasure it was to see it burn.
"We are never doing this again!" Tim wheezes.
"Of definitely fucking not." You bark, kicking the bike to a higher gear. The purring of the engine sounds like music to your ears.
"We are definitely doing easy sectors by a bit." You laugh.
When you donât hear a snarky remark, you glance to your sidecar. Tim is slumped into his seat, breathing hard. You raise your brow but turn your attention to the road. Â You shake him. You shake him again and again.
Tim doesn't respond.
You pull your hand away and itâs slick with blood.
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Sylvaina concept: Jaina flaunting her magical prowess (in battle, in court, in defense of her kingdom/wife, dealerâs choice here) and Sylvanas being awestruck/overwhelmed by it
this got way out of hand but i have ZERO regrets
can Jaina actually do what she does?? who knows??? i say she can because this is an au where jaina can do whatever she likes
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She understood, even in some peripheral way, the power the Lord Admiral wielded.Â
Not merely for the titles Proudmoore held, but Sylvanas could remember hearing tell of the last living heir of Kul Tiras even in the early days of Jaina's time in Dalaran.
Long before she had ever crossed paths with Jaina Proudmoore as Banshee Queen â as Warchief âshe'd known of Jaina's reputation.
Powerful. Wilful. As impressive as she was terrifying.
Age and experience had done precious little to temper the burning flame of righteousness and ambition in Jaina. She'd simply learned how to channel it.
The thought seemed to unsettle the Alliance more than her vibrant temper.
The last thing Sylvanas would think to call Proudmoore was âunassumingâ. No one could look at Jaina and forget the hidden wealth of power she wielded. Perhaps it was easier for humans, who lacked dearly in the way they perceived the world, but they as elves were both blessed and cursed with the ability to be keenly attuned to the otherworldly pull of the arcane.
It certainly explained some part of Tyrande and Vereesa's fascination with Jaina.
She had seen Jaina on the battlefield countless times. Knew the arcane signature unique to only her wife when the earth came to life with the scent of scorched ozone and sea breeze.
Whether they had been on opposite ends of the chessboard or pressed back-to-back against a swarm of enemies, it was undeniable â the way Jaina rocked the earth they stood on. The powers of a banshee were certainly vast and terrifying, but Jaina held the forces of nature in the palm of her hand with the strength to either cradle a fragile life or crush it entirely.
It fascinated Sylvanas to observe Jaina. No doubt, the fascination was reciprocated; for such an avid mind, there was no pretending that the functions of an Undead creature as powerful and unpredictable as a banshee didn't drive Jaina to the point of madness for her need to understand everything.
That was one other thing. Jaina had the curiosity to kill a cat ten times over. It was almost child-like; the way her head would tilt this way and that, her bright eyes wide and intent on whatever it was that drew her attention. She watched, then understood, then applied.
Sylvanas remembered the day Jaina joined her and the Dark Rangers for a bout around the training yard. Remembered the keen, almost feline way Jainaâs eyes trailed after them around the yard. Remembered the way those bright blue eyes glittered with curiosity when she allowed some of her own prowess to come to light.
âYour powers,â Jaina said that night, as they were bedding down. âThat thing that you do â when you siphon life force. What do you do, exactly?â
Sylvanas eyed her for a moment, then shrugged. âKill them, obviously.â
âWell â yes, but do you take their soul? Their essence?â
âI drain them of everything. The very breath in their lungs. The light in their eyes.â
âIt fuels you?â
âIn some way. Though like living creatures, I do need to watch what I âeatâ.â
âHow so?â
Sylvanas shrugged again. âIt feeds my body, but what I feed it can be more of a detriment than a benefit. Beings touched by arcane are ideal. Corrupted onesâŚâ She tilted her head vaguely.
Jaina hummed thoughtfully. âItâs not something all Undead can do, is it? Itâs something only banshees can control.â
âOthers have variants of it. Necromancers. Priests. They all channel a bastardisation of fel magic in some way. Though none are asâŚâ She waved a hand. âDramatic, I suppose.â
Jainaâs mouth curved with amusement, but there was certainly something darker in her eyes that prickled at the base of Sylvanasâ spine.
âSurely you mages have something of the sort in your arsenal of magic.â
âPerhaps,â Jaina replied, far too flippant as she turned over onto her side. âGoodnight.â
Sylvanas knew the calculating little gleam in those eyes. There were no further questions in the days after, but she began to notice the slightest change in Jainaâs scent. Soft at first; faint. Something earthy and bittersweet like the scent of wood rot blooming from beneath the mulch of a damp forest floor.
It wasnât an unpleasant scent, but it was no less unsettling.
The last thing she expected Jaina to smell like was an Undead.
It was there a moment, then gone the next. At times, she caught Jainaâs eye and saw something almost knowing and coy there. Tempted as she was to press; to pry about such secrecy, being knee-deep in a war against the Old Gods left precious little time for idle conversation.
They were in the heart of the battlefield when it came to light again. Back-to-back, as they often found themselves in recent times, facing off waves of corruption that came in all shapes and sizes.
The Light gave them a wide enough berth to manoeuvre, but the swarms seemed endless. Sylvanasâ power stores drained and restored in turns with such speed it made her almost dizzy with it. It was insidious; she was taking in too much fel, too much Twilight.
She gathered the darkness around her and Wailed once more â pulling in the gathering crowd of corrupted soldiers around them and draining all she could.
Then she staggered, Deathwhisper gripped tight in hand as she bent to a knee.
Jainaâs hand settled on her shoulder, fingers sliding between the straps of her pauldron. âSylvanas.â
She batted the hand away and rose to her feet with some effort. âIâm fine.â
âYouâre not fine!â Jaina snapped. âYou take any more of them inside you and the Old Gods will stick in that thick skull of yours.â
âDid you have a better idea?â she shot back.
Jainaâs hand shot out and fisted tightly to the front of her breastplate. Her eyes widened as she was yanked forward in a rush and a pair of lips crushed against hers.
It felt, rather frighteningly, as if Jaina was draining the very life force from her.
She knew the sensation as well as she knew her own skin; knew this brimming power of death magic. There was no one else who could wield it as she could, and yet â
And yet.
She wrenched herself away, claws sinking deep into the meat of Jainaâs arms â
Then gasped.
Black and purple veins crawled across Jainaâs skin and up into her face. It ate away into the vibrant blue of her eyes until they glittered like an obsidian sky. Her alabaster hair came apart from its thick braid, unfurling around Jainaâs head like a living creature.
Then she grinned.
Her voice carried the same eerie echo of a banshee.
âTogether,â she said, and Sylvanasâ ears flicked at the reverberating trill of it. âOne last Wail.â
Sylvanas licked her lips and tasted sea breeze. It was a blank of memory after that â she couldnât remember much outside of taking Jainaâs back once more. Of opening her mouth and Wailing. Of hearing the resonating echo of it in Jainaâs voice; amplified and augmented. Of watching their enemies crumple into a pile at their feet, left as nothing more than smouldering husks.
When it died away, Sylvanas found herself swaying in place. Jaina leaning at her back.
It had been a lifetime since she felt the exhaustion of war.
Jainaâs hand clasped sluggishly to her neck, cold and clammy. She could barely comprehend the mumbled, slurring command. âCatch me.â
Sylvanas turned in time for Jaina to collapse into her arms, bloodless and trembling. The blackness had faded away, the obsidian sky had given way to blue once more. She gathered the mage close and told herself that the tremble in her voice and arms were nothing more than exhaustion.Â
Quietly, and with no small amount of awe, she said, ���That was...incredible. Iâve never felt ââ
âSo powerful?â Jaina finished, smiling wanly. âNeither have I.â
âWhat did you do?â Sylvanas demanded, sweeping Jaina into a bridal carry and marching back through the ranks. They were out in the open still; even with a pile of bodies at their feet. They were sitting ducks. âYou look close to death.â
Jaina gave her a wry smile. âMagic trick. I learned how to do what you do.â
Sylvanas stared at her. âI thought fel magic was forbidden to you.â
âNot fel magic,â Jaina replied. âDeath magic. Necromantic power.â Her head lolled as they moved, resting wearily against Sylvanasâ chest. âI might vomit on you. Fair warning.â
âWhy would you subject yourself to such a thing? Curiosity kills, if you didnât realise.â
Jaina huffed and found enough strength to lift her head and glare at Sylvanas. âWhen youâre married to a martyr with a penchant for running headfirst into battle, the end tends to justify the means.â
The absurdity of it made Sylvanas bark out a laugh. âYou expect me to believe that you did this for me?â
âYes,â Jaina said simply. âYouâre my wife. For better or worse. Now please hurry up and get me to a bucket because I really do need to vomit.â
âRemarkable,â Sylvanas murmured, shaking her head, despite the smile that was slowly beginning to spread across her face. âRidiculous. Youâre lucky I like you.â
âAw. Iâd kiss you again but I donât want to risk throwing up in your mouth.â
âKisses can come later. For now, letâs just make sure you havenât permanently damaged yourself.â
#anon#ask#anonymous#sylvaina#fic drabble#this is more than 1k words tho so is it REALLY a drabble?? who knows#idk if jaina can do this but in my head she can#what is happening exactly?#beats me#who are they fighting exactly??#YOUR GUESS IS AS GOOD AS MINE#Anonymous
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Handling It
Contains: San x Seonghwa x Wooyoung x reader (woosanhwa x reader), oral, fingering, dirty talk, triple penetration, pet names, afab they/them reader, probably some typos bc it's unbeta'd and Long, mentions of ot8 x reader
"Are you a little needy, sweet thing," Seonghwa asks, brushing your hair away from your face, and you nod, unable to find your voice. "Then we'll take care of you."
Your breath catches in your throat. 'We'..? Looking over your shoulder, you see Wooyoung looking like he just won the lottery and San looking like he's going to fucking eat you.
You're just a little wound up. It's not anyone's fault, particularly, but then again all of your boys are stupidly gorgeous - of course those thoughts are going to cross your mind.
Of the whole group, though, you think Wooyoung is probably the most up for it. When he's directed to go grab snacks for movie night while everyone else settles in, you volunteer to help, quelling his whining and complaints with a beatific smile and removing yourself from where you'd been comfortably snuggled under Seonghwa's arm, following him to kitchen.
"How come it's always my turn to get snacks?" He laments, rifling through the cupboards.
"It's you or it's Jongho, and I know who I'd rather fight," you answer him simply, and he turns to you with a surprised laugh.
"Oh, so you followed me in here to fight me?" Well, he certainly caught on quickly. You smile, and he crosses the space between you to back you up into the counter. "Or was it something else? Because I don't see you helping."
Already done with pretense, you reach down and cup him through his jeans, squeezing and making him narrow his eyes at you warningly.
"Sorry. Maybe this will help." Your other hand curls round the back of his neck and pulls him in so you can kiss him. His arms wrap around you right away, hands moving to grab your ass.
Wooyoung isn't the type to waste time, either, already getting hard under your hand and rutting forward while you stroke him through his clothes. He lets out low, appreciative moans against your lips and you squeeze him tighter in response - this gets you a louder moan, and you lace your fingers through his hair to pull his head back.
"Jeez, you're so loud," you complain. He looks at you, his eyes dark and lips kissed red, as his hands wander under your shirt and palm your breasts roughly. Keeping quiet when he does that is hard, even harder when the pads of his fingers pinch at your nipples, sending little shockwaves through you.
"You're the one saying that? You want me to make you scream?" he presses his forehead against yours, grinning from the back and forth.
"Like you could," you retort, and you can't help grinning yourself. He breathes a short laugh. "Besides, how are you gonna do that when I've got you right here?" You give him another hard squeeze, and his knees nearly buckle, another loud, shameless moan escaping him. "With how you are already, could you even last long enough to get undressed?"
"You're right, he probably won't."
You let out an embarrassing squeak of surprise, your hands flying to a safe spot on Wooyoung's waist, and you find San watching the both of you from the doorway, smiling faintly. Wooyoung doesn't even seem bothered, still playing with your tits until you bat his hands away.
You straighten out your clothes, unable to meet San's eyes and unsure what to say.
Belatedly, San drawls, "Oh, don't stop because of me. Now I know what was taking you so long, I'll just go let everyone know."
Wooyoung looks between you two, clearly expecting you to do something. Your face feels hot - you think of the teasing the boys would give you for being so bold and it nearly makes you light headed.
"You- you don't have to do that. We'll just..." You feel a little regretful for starting this, now you're so quick to back out.
Thankfully, San himself is the one to cut you off. "I didn't tell you to stop." He comes closer, grabbing Wooyoung by the front of his shirt like he owns him, and bracketing you between them both. He has you pinned in a way Woo didn't even when he had you bodily pushed against the counter.
Wooyoung starts complaining almost immediately and San's hand shifts from his collar to grasp him by the jaw so quickly it startles Wooyoung into trailing off, his eyes lighting up in anticipation. San smiles, shaking his head.
"And right here in the kitchen. What would Seonghwa hyung think."
Just the words elicit a mortified squeak from you. God, the telling off you'd get for messing around in the kitchen.
"Oh right! I see that's what you wanted."
You raise your hands, waving them frantically, and start to stutter, "N-no, really you-"
"Seonghwa! Can you come help in the kitchen please!" San's voice is absolutely saccharine, the kind of tone that announces to the world that he's being a sadistic little shit again.
Normally, Seonghwa probably wouldn't rise to the bait, but he's always trying to get in on San and Wooyoung's shenanigans so it's no surprise he comes to the door, takes in the scene before him, and folds his arms, sighing.
"What are you doing?" Seonghwa asks, with a cautious look on his face.
San grins at him, which encourages zero confidence. "Woo seems pretty intent on fucking our little mouse here over the counter."
"Hey!" You protest, knowing damn well you were in control of that situation before San had to come turn it on its head.
"I thought you could suggest a better setting before they make a mess," San goes on, and Seonghwa's eyes narrow.
"Okay," he says, after what feels like an eternity under the scrutiny of his gaze. "Come here."
There's no doubt that he's talking to you, but you hesitate anyway until Wooyoung gives you a nudge and you slowly come over to Seonghwa.
"Are you a little needy, sweet thing," he asks, brushing your hair away from your face, and you nod, unable to find your voice. "Then we'll take care of you."
Your breath catches in your throat. 'We'..? Looking over your shoulder, you see Wooyoung looking like he just won the lottery and San looking like he's going to fucking eat you.
"Unless you'd rather handle it on your own," Seonghwa shrugs, and you blush even redder. You were handling it. But you have to admit, the offer is tempting.
"If you put it like that, I won't say no," you agree. Seonghwa looks more than pleased with your answer.
There's no doubt the others are wise to your antics by now, so you take it to the bedroom to avoid attracting hecklers.
Seonghwa quickly undresses you and pushes you down onto the bed. Contrary to what you're expecting, he doesn't follow, but tugs Wooyoung by the hair and pushes him head-first between your legs. Wooyoung mouths clumsily at your core before finding his rhythm and your thighs nearly close around his ears at the first drag of his tongue through your folds. San is quick to settle up behind you, helpfully holding your legs spread for him.
"Get them ready," Seonghwa says. You look up from where Wooyoung had momentarily held your gaze, his eyes dark with lust already, to find Seonghwa palming himself through his jeans. "You want to take all of us, don't you baby?"
You swallow the lump in your throat as you realise you might be in over your head. You've talked about it before, in passing half-serious comments.
"A-at one time?" you stutter, while Wooyoung's lips lock around your clit and suck the hard bead into his mouth. You tilt your head back, lost in momentary euphoria.
"That would be so hot," San murmurs in your ear. "If you take all our cocks at once like a good little doll. You've thought about it, haven't you?"
You shake your head, suddenly self conscious.
"Don't be shy," San says, his words dripping honey. "I know you love Wooyoung's cock, and mine, and hyung's. Imagine how it'll feel to be all stuffed, all your little holes used for just what they're good for."
You look up at Seonghwa, feeling your face burn. Wooyoung takes a second to press a few wet, messy kisses to your inner thigh, maybe to give a chance to think, and Seonghwa twitches his eyebrow at you questioningly.
"Tell hyung you wanna be our little doll," San whispers to you. "I promise we'll play nicely with you."
Your pulse thumps in your ears. "I want it," you blurt out. "All of you..."
"Greedy," Seonghwa says softly, and your breath hitches.
"You said," you start, belligerent, and Seonghwa gives you a sharp glance.
"What did I say?" He asks calmly.
"You'd take care of me..." you say in the tiniest voice you can muster. San laughs.
"They've got you there," he says.
Seonghwa shrugs, undoing his jeans and pushing them down just enough so you can see how he's stroking himself, slow and firm. All at once you want his hands on you instead, but he denies your unspoken desire and even takes Wooyoung away from you, turning the younger's attention to Seonghwa's cock instead. You feel a flash of envy, then belatedly realise it's not entirely because you want Wooyoung's mouth back on you - but you want to be the one sucking off Seonghwa, to feel him fill your mouth, hot and hard against your tongue.
You're so caught up for a second you don't notice San's hands wandering until he slides his fingers over your soaked core and your hips jump forward on instinct against his hand. He kisses your neck, soothing you while he presses his fingers into your cunt.
"Wooyoung did a good job getting you so wet for us," San says thoughtfully. You can only respond with a stifled gasp as his fingers curl inside you, gently coaxing you further open to him. "If you're gonna take us at once, though, you'll need a little more preparation, won't you?" As he says it, the pad of his ring finger skims over the smooth skin between your holes and presses gently in against the lower one.
You tense; even though you like it, you don't do it a lot. It's hard to suppress that automatic reaction. San doesn't push any further, though, his other fingers slowly moving into you while that third just massages the spot until you relax again. Meanwhile, his other hand cups your jaw, his fingers coming to rest over your lips.
Unthinking, you open your mouth and roll your tongue over his fingers. San hums in approval. Even though it's just him, just his fingers, this is a taste of what's to come. You rock your hips into his hand and invite him to press deeper, aided by your copious slick and Wooyoung's spit, down to the first knuckle. Your insides quiver around him, hot and wet and inviting further plunder, and San gives a low groan.
"Ah, hyung, look at this," he calls Seonghwa's attention and you can hardly bear to look at him, so you avert your gaze to Wooyoung instead. He looks so content with a mouth full of cock - eyes closed, hands busy working what his mouth can't reach - you nearly laugh. "Our little slut really likes having all their holes played with."
"Our toy knows what they're good for," Seonghwa says. He sounds calm, but his fingers tighten in Wooyoung's hair. "Don't you?"
The words burn in your chest; it's a game he likes to play with you, make you repeat until your mind goes blank. It's verging on hypnotic and is definitely second nature by now. You know what you're good for: getting fucked, and coming.
It sinks you into sub space so fast you forget how to breathe for a second, grasping at San's wrist for an anchor. He pulls his hands away, and you whine at the loss of his fingers inside you. He tuts.
"I'm getting lube. Don't be a brat."
You turn to look over your shoulder at him and stick your tongue out. San looks ready to throw down instantly, but then he schools his features and you know you're in for it now. His lack of reaction now means he's planning something devious.
San shoves you down headfirst and pulls your ass into the air, and you squeak in surprise at the sudden rough treatment.
"You can apologise by getting them both ready to fuck your brains out," San tells you, pulling your head back up with a strong grip in the back of your hair so you're looking at Seonghwa and Wooyoung again.
Seonghwa gives you this unimpressed look, pushing Wooyoung off him reluctantly and turning to you. Wooyoung at least is eager, getting up to present himself to you without a single complaint. God, you always forget how pretty his dick is. And how big. Your mouth waters and you lean forward to lap at his tip, smeared with precum; he hisses in a breath and thrusts his hips forward, pressing his cock into your mouth.
You open up for him as best you can at this angle and shift your weight to free up one hand, reaching out blindly until Seonghwa takes it and puts it on his cock. Your coordination is not the best, and as you suck at Wooyoung and stroke Seonghwa you can't help thinking it would be better if one of them was just fucking you instead.
Then San lines up and slides into you and you can't think at all any more. You moan around the hard shaft filling your mouth, hitching your hips back, but he holds you still, ass flush against his hips.
"Just stay there, baby," San says, before he pushes one now lube-slicked finger into your ass. "Don't pay me any mind, just focus on them."
You whimper, wanting to take all the pleasure you can now he's inside you, but instead you focus on what's in front of you, stroking Seonghwa more confidently and sucking diligently if not elegantly on Wooyoung. You can barely get halfway down before you start to choke, and he's never been good at keeping his hips still, so with one errant thrust he breaches the back of your throat, groaning low but loud.
Your eyes water as Wooyoung buries his cock deep in your throat. It's overwhelming, being filled at both ends, and your thighs shake as a familiar tension coils in you. San fingers you open slowly and it's easy for your mind to start going blank from it even when Wooyoung pulls out to let you breathe. Seonghwa takes you by the chin and turns your head so he can take Wooyoung's place, fucking your mouth so you have to gasp for breath between thrusts, holding your jaw so you can't turn away. His commanding grasp brands your skin like fire and you're left shaking from it, hands curling tightly in the sheets beneath you, cunt clamping down tightly around San until the small amount of stimulation is just enough and you cum with a pathetic, weak mewl that's readily silenced by Seonghwa's next thrust.
San giggles, and just like that your eyes prick with tears of humiliation. "Did you cum just from getting your face fucked?"
Seonghwa's fingers tighten to the point of painful on your jaw. "It's what they're good for, isn't it?"
You whine in protest but go unanswered.
A second finger breaches you, and your muscles flutter weakly around the intrusion, soft and pliant from your climax.
"Ah, now you're letting me in," San praises you, stroking your hip with his free hand. You whine around Seonghwa's cock and he cuts the sound short, burying himself in your throat. You gag just a little, eyes watering. "Hyung, take it easy, they go all tight when you thrust in like that. You're never gonna get to fuck this cute little ass if you don't let me prep it first."
You shudder, drool dripping down your lower lip and your chin. You can't get enough of the way he talks about you like an object, a thing to be played with and used. You force yourself to relax so you can take his fingers deeper, and he coos.
"That's a good little fuck doll. You want him to fuck your ass, don't you? It's best if it's him. He'll be gentle with you."
The unspoken "I won't" makes you shiver, and finally Seonghwa pulls out to let you breathe. You pant, and he tilts you face up towards him.
"Is that how you want it?" He asks. His Adam's apple bobs as he swallows hard, and to see him so moved by the idea, you can't say no.
"Please," you say, your voice hoarse from their rough treatment. "F-fuck my ass."
Seonghwa takes a steadying breath. "Whatever you want, sweet thing."
You smile at the pet name, and his thumb caresses your cheek briefly. It's far from enough to distract you from the significant stretch of a third finger entering you, and your hips twitch - you're not sure if you're trying to get more or move away, but San holds you firmly in place.
It doesn't take long to adjust, though, and Seonghwa and Wooyoung grant you some mercy and go back to messing with each other, kissing and stroking each other almost like they're putting on a show for you. While Seonghwa is stoic, only the tilt of his eyebrows giving away any hint that he's moved by Wooyoung's actions, Wooyoung himself is, as always, reactive, noisy, mouth hanging open to let pleasured groans fall freely from his lips when he isn't just telling Seonghwa how good he feels in his hand.
San is a constant, thick heat inside you, and his nimble fingers scissor you open, his other hand petting your lower back to keep you relaxed.
It becomes too much, the need and desire burning in your chest, but it still takes a couple of run ups before you manage to say, "I'm ready. I want you now."
Suddenly all eyes are on you.
"You sure?" Seonghwa asks, because even though he's ready to utterly destroy you, he's only going to do it if you ask him to.
"Yes, I want- all of you," your voice sticks in your throat as you try to form a sentence asking them to fuck you silly in every available hole. You whimper a little when San pulls out of you but it's all just to get you arranged into Seonghwa's lap, your back against his chest, so he can slowly lower you down onto his cock. The stretch is a lot, enough that you have to stop to catch your breath.
"It's okay, take it slow," Seonghwa whispers in your ear, but his voice sounds strained from holding back. With a deep, steadying breath, you seat yourself fully on him, your thighs trembling. He sits back on his haunches and tucks his hands under your knees, pulling you up so your full weight in on him, and he feels so deep inside you it's all you can think about. That is, until Wooyoung is moving into the space in front of you, sandwiching you between them and hooking your legs over his shoulders as he thrusts into your pussy.
You moan brokenly, your head tipping back on Seonghwa's shoulder at the feeling. You're so full, so completely stuffed you feel like you might pass out from the overwhelming sensation. Both of them are holding you so tightly, their breathing ragged like it's affecting them almost as much as it is you.
Wooyoung leans in to suck a hickey into your exposed neck and you whine, your thoughts slipping through your fingers like sand. It's so much and neither of them are even moving yet.
There's a gentle tap on your lower lip and you look up to see San presenting himself, smiling sweetly at your messed up, fucked out look. You open your mouth wide, sticking your tongue out, and he obliges you, running his fingers through your hair and tilting your head to an angle where he can fuck shallowly into your mouth.
There's no way you can coordinate yourself here, speared in place by the three of them, so you just let them move you and let the whorish sounds pour from you. Seonghwa makes these soft, breathy moans, so quiet you don't think you'd hear them if he wasn't right by your ear, and you find his hand, squeezing it for reassurance. He's barely moving, just holding you in place for Wooyoung to make his long, slow thrusts into you, his face still buried in your neck. His sounds are higher in pitch, mixed with swears and praises, muffled against your skin.
Maybe that's why it's so hard to parse what San is saying, while he cups your face and thumbs the corner of your lip where you're struggling to take him in. "I knew you'd be so pretty like this. You were just made to be fucked, weren't you? Our pretty little doll. Taking us so well."
He barely seems conscious himself of the stream of murmured filth leaving his lips but once your brain latches on you can't stop listening, trying to encourage more from him, struggling to keep your eyes open and locked on his. It's not easy with Seonghwa twitching inside you and Wooyoung's hips meeting yours with each of his increasingly frenzied thrusts.
You know he's close from his pace - he always loses himself a little near the end - and it makes you buck your hips as much as you can against his. If he pulls out to cum you might lose your fucking mind.
"You want to be filled up, don't you baby?" San asks, like he was reading your thoughts, and you nod as much as you can. His hand leaves your face just to fist in the back of Wooyoung's hair and pull him up straight, letting his half-broken moans fill the room. "I think they deserve it, don't you?"
"Yeah," Wooyoung gathers his wits enough to agree. Your eyes squeeze shut as he buries himself inside you, swearing loudly, cumming in quick, hot pulses inside you. You whine around San's cock, helpless to do anything but take what's given, and so hopelessly close to cumming yourself that you make a wounded sound when Wooyoung pulls out, his cum dripping out of you.
"Good boy," San praises, gentling the hand in his hair to caress through the dark strands instead. "My turn."
As he pulls away from you, he cleans your face up a little with the back of his hand, wiping away spit and tears. You plant a kiss on his hand as he does and he gives you a smile that does funny things to your insides - though, compared to what Seonghwa and Wooyoung have already done to your insides, it's entirely different.
Taking Wooyoung's place, San encourages you to put your legs around his waist, and then he lies back, pulling you with him. Seonghwa follows, a firm grasp on your hips moving you to the best angle for him to actually move inside you. San hasn't entered you yet and you grind against his hard cock while Seonghwa starts to thrust in earnest.
One of them tangles their fingers with yours, giving a reassuring squeeze. Your head is absolutely swimming, and you want San inside you, already missing how full and complete you felt before.
"Please," you whimper, looking pleadingly at him. He smirks.
"You were right, hyung, they really are greedy," San says casually, and you whine in frustration and embarrassment, hiding your face against his shoulder.
"Tell me something new," Seonghwa chimes in, bottoming out inside you and grinding his hips, making you cry out. "They're so turned on even from getting their ass fucked, but they still want more."
You shiver, realising how badly your plea for more has backfired, Seonghwa once again stilled inside you and holding your hips so tightly to keep you from moving back against him.
"Don't stop," you whine out, still trying to move, and a light smack lands on your thigh. It doesn't hurt, but it's a warning. You don't even know which of them to appeal to at this point, Seonghwa being rigid with rules and punishment, and San being a chaotic horror who loves tormenting you. You do your best not to move.
San gets a hand between the two of you and you feel his tip press against your entrance, unbelievably messy and slick from all you've already done, and when he sinks into you your only possible response is to say 'thank you'.
Over the top of your head, his eyes meet Seonghwa's, and his hands go to grip your thighs, helping to keep you in the right spot when they both pull out and thrust hard back in. The force of it would've pushed you up the bed if they both weren't holding you so tight and you cry out, opening your eyes to seek out Wooyoung.
To your lack of surprise, it's his hand you're holding. He grins at you, squeezing it, and you smile back, losing yourself to the bliss of both San and Seonghwa pounding you into oblivion. It only takes a few of their simultaneous thrusts to bring you back to the edge you'd been hovering near before Wooyoung came, and you don't try to hold back or ask permission, letting the spark turn to a flame and an inferno as you cum hard. Your voice catches in your throat, your mouth open on a silent scream, and you come back down to reality only to hear San warn of his own approaching climax.
They wring one more out of you with their thrusts turning desperate as they both chase their release, San coming with a long, appreciative groan just before Seonghwa buries himself in you, breathy curses leaving his lips. The three of you lie there for a bit, catching your breath, and when they both pull out their cum adds to the mess between your legs and you whine at the sensation of it dripping from you.
You stay face-down on San's chest for a while, drifting off to sleep and waking up to find yourself being carried to the shower. You laugh in spite of yourself, and realise it's now Seonghwa holding you as he sets you down on the bathroom counter.
"Those two went back to movie night," he says, sounding somewhat long suffering as he turns on the shower. "Didn't expect you to pass out."
"I didn't pass out," you protest, face flushing, but he just smirks at you.
"Sure," he says lightly. "If you can walk over here on your own I'll believe you."
You hesitate, feeling the strain in your thighs, and then pout at him, making him laugh and come help you and your shaky legs get into the shower. He helps clean you up, and even though it's not too bad, you still hang onto him for balance.
"I think once the others hear about this you're really in for it," Seonghwa says casually, making you sputter.
"I! What is that supposed to mean!" You squeak, slapping his arm, and he laughs.
"Now we know what you're into," he continues, "maybe next time you get yourself all worked up on movie might we can just pass you around til you're satisfied."
You're floored by the thought, stunned into silence. It wasn't even your plan to draw all three of them into this, but now he's suggesting eight, you're not sure that's even physically possible. Even taking turns.
"I'm... not so sure," you laugh nervously. He shrugs.
"Just something to think about."
And, you think, that smug fucker - you will be thinking about for a while to come.
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A/N: My first prompt for the @bnhabookclubâ bingo event: nuzzling!
CHARACTER PAIRING: Bakugou Katsuki x Reader
WORD COUNT: 1,582
WARNINGS: genuine fluff
SYNOPSIS: a relaxing morning with Bakugou: does that even exist?
the sun peered through the wispy shades, creating a dancing mirage of yellow tint on the cream colored walls. you reached your hands up to caress the illumination, creating your personal dance of shade. your eyes remained transfixed on the wall, watching the shapes sway with one another.Â
a soft sigh was heard to your right and you slowly lowered your hand, placing it delicately on top of his head, watching how the hair flattened under your gentle touch. Bakugou stirred slightly but did not move, simply continuing to sleep as the sun carried on with leaking into the room.
it only took a few more minutes before he too rose, roused by the now strong presence of the sun. vermillion eyes peered wearily up at your own, sleep coating his face in a soothing facade, something that was hard to come by with a man such as himself.
you cherished these delicate moments in the morning, where light met dark, sleep and consciousness blending together to create the most wonderful of dreams. Bakugou was a lot less gruff in the mornings, especially after a well rested night. he tended to rise with the sun and set with it as well, which was hard for someone like you, who binged content until three in the morning without batting an eyelash.Â
there were moments though, moments where schedules aligned, where sleep was deep and long, and where you woke up just as the sun began to rise, allowing you to bask in the warmth of not only the light, but him as well.
his eyelashes were unusually long and plump, something you teased him about endlessly, secretly jealous. there was always a bit of a rosy hue as he woke up, creating a miniature sunrise on his face, pinks meshing together with the yellow hue streaming in from the window. he was so ethereal, someone who seemed so unattainable and yet so broken inside.Â
you wanted to comfort him in anyway possible, but he took awhile to warm up to the idea of love, never allowing himself to come to close. it was only when you were together for awhile, sitting on the rooftop of your little apartment complex, that he broke down, confessing every feeling of hopelessness, worthlessness, and fear that he would never live up to his desires.
now, though, he was someone different all together, at least in the mornings. you were able to let him be vulnerable, let him sleep peacefully and wake up with a smile on his face because he knew that he could trust you with anything. that realization hit you hard, and the first time you thought of it, you cried, the weight of those thoughts heavy. after some time, though, you embraced the role, wanting nothing more than to give him a safe haven from every bad thought and action that he had to endure.Â
âhey,â he whispered softly, bringing you out of your thoughts, warm hand caressing your face in an attempt to get you to look at him.
you immediately laid on your back, arms outstretched as you looped one arm around the back of his head, pulling him into your chest. you felt strong arms wrap around your middle, leg thrown over yours as he tugged you close, holding you for dear life.
Bakugou began nuzzling his face into your neck, sighing in contentment. your hands found its way to his hair again, this time carding your fingers through his hair, letting the soft feeling lull you back into a comfortable trance. you knew you wouldnât be able to last for long before you either fell back asleep or were dragged out of bed, but you werenât complaining, because at that moment, you were truly happy with life.Â
âi think we should stay in bed all day,â you challenged, planting a soft kiss to his head as he grunted.
you knew that meant that either he agreed with you or he didnât, but since he didnât give you a real answer at all, you continued your actions, letting your sleepy hand smooth out his forehead, enjoying the way his soft skin felt against your own.Â
just as you were about to fall back asleep, Bakugou squirmed, but instead of pulling away, he scooted closer, burying his head into the crook between your neck and shoulder once more, another contented sigh leaving his mouth.
âi guess that means you agree with me,â you teased, nuzzling your nose against the top of his head, placing yet another kiss.
âi shouldnât want to stay in bed all day. i have a routine, but god damn are you making me want to break it, just this once,â he confessed, his breath tickling the hairs on the back of your neck as he continued to hide his face.
âroutine is boring, old man. stay in bed with me awhile. you deserve a break.â
with that last statement, you resumed your ministrations, this time massaging his scalp with the pads of your fingers, eliciting a soft moan from the sleepy man. the feeling of love overwhelmed you but you didnât care, wanting to simply continue to bask in the warmth for as long as possible.Â
you didnât know when but you were able to fall back asleep again, slipping into a peaceful, dreamless doze. when you awoke, Bakugou was gone, but his place was warm, suggesting that he had just recently gotten up. blinking the exhaustion from your eyes, you sat up, taking your time to stretch each muscle, from the tips of your fingers to the bottom of your toes. only when you were stretched did you get up, your bare feet softly squeaking against the cool hardwood floor.
your soft footfall alerted Bakugou long before you appeared in the kitchen, a happy and dazed look on your face as you smiled at him, teeth peeking between your stretched lips.Â
âwhatcha doing?â you questioned him lazily, sitting down at the table with a soft thud, resting your head on your outstretched arms.
âmaking breakfast. we have to eat at some point in the day,â he responded matter-of-factly, turning back around to continue with the meal.
you snorted, looking at the clock which told you that the time was barely past seven in the morning, but that didnât bother him.
 you were just about to doze back off when a steaming plate of food slid in front of your face, which immediately perked you up. murmuring a quiet thanks you dug in, happy to be eating anything cooked by Bakugou.
âi think iâm going to stay in bed most of the day. watch cheesy rom coms, eat too much food, maybe get up and do some yoga, take a nap. i donât think i want to do too much at all,â you declared, setting down your utensils when you were done eating.
âtch, you enjoy that. iâm going to do some paperwork and then go for a run.â
you shrugged, planting a soft kiss to his temple as you padded back towards the bedroom.
after you had watched a movie and stretched, taking time to work out all the kinks in your body, you decided to check up on Bakugou. opening the door and stepping out, you were met with a wall, a very warm wall. you stumbled back, rubbing your nose before peering up between your lashes, finding an unusually tired looking boyfriend.
âiâm showering and coming back to bed. i canât focus on work and i barely got three miles before coming back home,â he explained quickly before heading to the shower, grabbing clothes as he went.
you frowned, not expecting him to actually join you on one of your infamous lazy days but not complaining nonetheless. only a few minutes had passed before he was exiting the bathroom, a Ground Zero merch t-shirt and baggy sweats adorning his frame.
âyou look cute,â you teased, outstretching your arms, inviting him to join you in bed.
âshut up,â he retorted back, his large frame climbing onto you nonetheless, engulfing you in his caramel and honey body wash scent that you poked fun at him for but secretly loved, using it on yourself quite often.
immediately, your hands found purchase in his hair, twirling the damp strands between your fingertips before cupping the whole back of his head with your hand, gently squeezing and massaging his scalp.
his response was to simply nuzzle into your touch, lips finding their way to your neck where he planted a kiss, soft and sweet, a simple gesture to remind you that he was thankful for you helping him in his most vulnerable times.
you didnât want to ask him what was wrong, didnât want to figure out why he was thrown off his routine, because you knew he would come to you in his own time. for now, you simply wanted him to know that you were here, that you would always be here, and that you were going to take care of him at all times, starting off with holding him close.
âi love you, Katsuki, so much,â you breathed into his hair, squeezing his whole body tight.
he squeezed back with all his might, nuzzling his nose into your neck.Â
Bakugou could be a complicated man, but in that moment, in your own little way, you knew that he was telling you he loved you back, more than anything, and that was enough. it would always be enough.
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October Prompt #22 Abandoned Amusement Park with Kazuichi
Every few weeks or so you were used to going out with Kazuichi to look for spare parts for his newest projects. The whole ordeal certainly sounded as though it was an easy process and to an outsider may even sound like a pleasant way to pass the time. However, the reality of the matter is that you arenât even sure how Kazuichi can manage to constantly go to the richer neighborhoods and take all the appliances he can home with him without anyone batting an eye but youâve seen it enough times to vouch that no one really minds. And sure, it wasnât illegal as he did tell you but it just felt weird going out just to haul broken microwaves home with him.
This on the other hand was no small haul he had found. Nor was it what you thought he meant when he invited you to âthe amusement park,â simply leaving out a few key details as to where you were going if it wasnât that he just forgot them altogether. Although, maybe that was your fault as well for expecting Kazuichi to ask you out on an amusement park date when he had such terrible motion sickness. Truthfully, you knew all along that there was literally zero chance that he could go on a ride without blowing chunks but why silence the romantic deep down within you, right? How you wished you didnât just go along with that silly little thought earlier.
Now you were faced with a small wave of disappointment that you had to swallow down as you match Kazuichiâs big grin as the two of you enter not an amusement park for a cute date but rather an abandoned one for more parts than he could dream of. Parts to help him finish old projects and start new ones. Parts to help him think of more projects to do or how to fix things and make them work better than ever before! No matter the reason there was no containing his excitement and boy was it contagious!
Say goodbye to that disappointment you felt earlier because Kazuichiâs excitement is that of a childâs in a candy store. The whole time heâd be dragging you along looking for parts that he can safely get off of a ride or booth or whatever else was laying around, for people like you two to pick clean. The only thing was, it felt a bit odd to be finding so much when this place looked like it had been abandoned for what you assumed to be years. Sure there were some parts that were definitely unusable from how far they had been weathered by the elements as they lay helpless against their unrelenting force but most of the pieces were in such great condition that Kazuichi would get so excited that heâd go on a huge ramble.
Finding another gem hidden amongst a mess of rusted parts, Kazuichi pulled out a small gear, marveling at it as he turned it over in his hands.
âS/o look! Another one to take home and put to use! I feel like I really owe it to the people that abandoned this place for leaving so many great parts.â
Beaming at you, you still couldnât help but feel a bit uneasy now as you answered him, âYeah! Thatâs great, Kaz but could I ask you something about this place?â
Picking up on your serious tone, his smile fades. A new concerned look crossing his features now to take its place. You didn't seem to be enjoying yourself as much and at this point, he had already scared himself into thinking he blew it. What was he thinking taking you to some amusement park to go junk hunting!? What was he doing taking you to hunt for parts in general!? God you probably hate him and-
âKaz?â
Leaning down to look at him more closely he nearly lets out a shriek. Far too lost in his own thoughts to even have realized that he didnât even answer you.
âI-Iâm fine! I uh...I just was thinking about your question.â He replies, scrambling to form a cohesive sentence as he looks into your eyes, expression softening as he catches his breath finally. âI found the place accidentally actually.â
âAccidentally?â You inquire furrowing your brow as you think on what he said.
âLook, itâs fine if this isnât your thing, I know itâs probably really not the most romantic and Iâm sure itâs not any fun that I canât ride the rides so we can just-â
âKaz! Youâre spiraling again. I love you so I always enjoy our time together.â You admit, noticing an excitable twinkle in his eyes as your words register.
âS/oooo! Thatâs why youâre the best!â He beams at you, a silly lovestruck expression now on his face as his worries float far away from him. That is until your next words bring him back to reality.
âItâs just...I couldâve sworn this was that old amusement park that everyone claimed would get you a curse or something just from stepping inside.â
That was when the panic set in. Now instead of finding anything romantic or to be some amazing good luck, Kazuichi was feeling his blood go cold.
With his eyes losing any shine in them and his skin looking pale he can only repeat your words seeming to be lost again in the deep abyss of his mind.
âC-cursed?â His voice came out broken, almost sounding like a mix of a whisper and a hoarse screech as his eyes stayed glued to you. Seeming to latch on as if you were the only thing tethering him to the mortal plane right now.
âYes...but Iâm sure that itâs just some...some rumor.â
âI DONâT CARE IF IT IS! LETâS JUST GET OUT OF HERE!â
Immediately going into panic mode, Kazuichi began to scramble for the exit, pulling you by the hand as he shrieked and cried the whole way. Only stopping his mad run to catch a breath once the two of you were far away enough that he deemed you both safe.
Letting out a puff of air as you try to catch your breath with him, Kazuichi pulls you into a tight hug wetting your shirt with tears as he leans into you. âS/o you donât think weâll really be cursed right? I didnât get us cursed did I!?â
Feeling his frame shaking against you, you wrap your arms around him in return reassuring him that itâll be ok with a kiss to his head. âI donât think we will. Besides, even if we are I wonât blame you. Iâll always be yours, cursed or not.â
Smiling down at him as he lifts his head to look up at you with teary eyes, he utters out a small but endearing, âI love you, S/o. Never leave me.â
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Sweeter Than Sugar
a collab fic with @ceratonia-siliqua
Summary:Â Tony is a man of refinement. Only the best, the highest quality specimens get added to his collection. Peter, a beautiful and very rare male omega, quickly becomes his favorite of all his pets. The perfect omega deserves an equally-perfect alpha. (Or: An a/b/o au where pet owner!Tony forcibly mates Peter and Bucky together for his own enjoyment.)
Warnings:Â Underage, noncon, a/b/o au, forced mating, dark!Tony, confinement, forced pet play dynamics, forced mating/in heat cycles, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat.
Read on ao3.
Peterâs kennel is easily the nicest.
Tony takes good care of all his pets, mind you. Unhappy specimens make poor test subjects.
But the ones that catch his eye, his favorites, they get special treatment.
Peter is easily one of them. His precious pet. His little princess. Peterâs the newest addition to his collection, but oh, Tony loves him already. Peter isnât kept in the basement with the others. Peterâs room is in the middle of Tonyâs spacious penthouse suite.
It faces the living room and the floor-to-ceiling windows beyond it. The back wall of the living room has been replaced with a pane of glass, revealing the room behind it, Peterâs pretty little cell. Tony pulled out all the stops for his youngest, littlest, sweetest omega. The only boy in Tonyâs whole collection. Male omegas are rare; ones as delectable as Peter Parker are even more so, and deserve the best treatment possible.
Tony stands on the other side of the glass, smiling as he surveys the room. In the center, Peterâs luxurious pet bed sits like a centerpiece. Itâs only about a foot off the ground, oval-shaped, like most pet beds are, but large enough for ten pets Peterâs size to fit comfortably. The round mattress is set in a hardwood frame that matches its size and shape, the lip of the frame rising an inch or so higher than the edge of the mattress, enclosing it, keeping it nice and secure where it belongs.
Hanging from the ceiling above the bed is a circular canopy, draping beautiful, sheer-white curtains over almost the entire bed. Twinkling fairy lights are strung up within the white canopy, making it glow and glitter like the pretty little princess bed it is.
There are two doors to Peterâs kennel. The first is on the right-side wall, leading to the rest of Tonyâs penthouse. Tony keeps this door locked always, though Peter canât reach it anyway. The second door is in the back corner, leading to the boyâs small ensuite bathroom. Peterâs chain gives him more than enough room to reach the toilet and bathtub - in fact, he can reach everything in the room, except the exit door.
Peterâs bed faces the glass wall, faces the living room and the windows. Tony stands on the other side of the panes and watches the little thing, timidly curled up in his mountain of baby blankets and pillows. Beside Peterâs bed is his toy chest, a decorative white box full of books, games, toys he thought the boy might like. Peterâs only opened it once since he was brought here and didnât touch a thing inside.
On the other side of his bed is his little table, a hand-carved coffee table Tony repurposed for his pet to eat at. The table only comes up to Peterâs knees, though Tony made sure to place a plush pink cushion on the floor in front of it for his baby to sit on. Peterâs pink, sparkly metal dishes are magnetically stuck to the top of the table, the pull strong enough to ensure Peter canât cheat and lift the bowls to eat from. His pet has to kneel and eat from his dishes like the precious little puppy he is.
The walls are somewhat decorated; Peterâs name is spelled out in pink wooden blocks hanging on the otherwise grey back wall. More fairy lights frame both doorways, making the room feel warmly-lit and feminine. A pastel rug is spread out on the marble floor in front of Peterâs toy chest, matching the white and pink color scheme of the rest of the room. Itâs a small, simple kennel, but easily the nicest one Tonyâs designed.
Peter is a shy little thing. He tried to hide in the bathroom at first, but Tony simply turned the AC up in the small room to freeze Peter out. Now, the boy spends hours sitting in his pretty pet bed, clawing at his collar, a charming metal band around his neck with a pastel-pink ruffled bow and a little bell in the front. At the back, Peterâs chain trails from his collar to the left wall, furthest from the exit door, where itâs fused to the cement beneath two layers of gunmetal grey paint. Alpha-tested and unbreakable. Peter yanks at it until his neck is pink and swollen and Tonyâs mouth is watering.
He chooses Peterâs mate very carefully. Any official, by-the-books mating service worth its salt would be manically concerned about pairing Peter up. In general, omegas are small, petite little things, averaging around 5â2 in height and hardly passing 100lbs. Tall omegas stand at a whopping 5â5 or 5â6, whereas short omegas, like his darling little Peter, sit pretty at 4â11 and need three full meals a day to weigh 95lbs.
An authorized matchmaker would never consider an alpha taller than 6â2 for an omega as tiny as Peter. Alphas tend to be the polar opposite to omegas in stature; with increased muscle mass and superior height, almost all alphas tower over omegas and betas alike. Itâs not unusual to find hulking, intimidating alphas nearing 7â5, weighing in at 300lbs of pure deadly muscle. Since alphas tend to have knots proportionately sized to their height and weight, an alpha anywhere near that size would almost certainly be a death sentence for Peter.
Tony doesnât choose one quite that big.
He does pick an impressive specimen though. He considered Steve, blond and gorgeous, 6â11 with a cock long and thick like a bat. Steve is sweet enough to deserve his prized Peter, but he lacks a certain...unique quality, that Tonyâs after. A certain...animalistic trait.
He considered Thor, too, who is closer to his ideal mate: standing at an impressive 7â1 and 315lbs of biceps and abs, Thor is both kind and vicious, a warrior and a lover all at the same time. Sadly, though, he is truly too big; his massive cock, while impressive, swells up to the size of a football when he knots, and poor itty bitty Peter simply would not survive such a breeding.
But then he considers Bucky.
Bucky is beautiful. A truly breathtaking animal. Heâs merely 6â9, the lower end of average height for an alpha, but heâs thick in all the right places. He has the muscle, the strength. He exudes the animalistic qualities Tonyâs after. Bucky, simply put, is a beast. Cold and hard and difficult to break. He doesnât have the gentle disposition, the sweet nature Tony wants Peter to be showered with, but his massive pair of balls hangs heavy and foreboding between his legs, and the sight of them always makes Tonyâs mouth water. Oh, how heâs waited so long to watch Bucky empty that massive set of balls inside a terrified, trembling omega.
Peter deserves the sweet, compassionate embrace of a caring alpha afterwards, however, and Bucky has shown zero sign of being able to provide such a service.
Oh well. Tony will just have to comfort his little pet himself.
Peter scrambles away from him when Tony enters his cell. The little thing is skittish like a stray cat and itâs ceaselessly adorable. Using the chain fastened to the wall, Tony reins Peter in like a cowboy lassoing a bull, pulling Peter from his nest until he surrenders and crawls towards Tony on his own to spare his aching throat.
Tony smiles and showers him in pets as a reward. He easily presses the whimpering, thrashing boy to the floor, face down, and slips his special pill inside Peterâs naked backside. Peter whines and tries to dig it out, but as a beta, Tony is larger and his fingers are much longer than Peterâs; he buries the heat inducer far inside Peterâs pretty pink hole, soon to be wet and gaping like a female omegaâs pussy, and withdraws his fingers.
While he waits for the drug to take effect, Tony pulls a struggling Peter into his lap and gently works him open. Bucky is a brute and will doubtfully take the time to spread his poor pet open at all, let alone prep him, before he succumbs to the tempting aroma of Peterâs heat. His long, thick, intimidating alpha cock will definitely hurt Peterâs untouched little pussy, especially when he pops that fat baseball of a knot inside his little body and empties those massive balls inside Peterâs heat-slick hole like itâs his own personal come-sock.
Tonyâs a good pet owner, so he takes his time and slowly stretches Peterâs tight, twitching rim until the drug has fully kicked in and Peter is trying to ride his fist like a desperate slut. âDonât worry, little one,â Tony soothes him, withdrawing his hand from Peterâs slick-soaked ass, âYour alpha will be here soon to make it all better.â
He leaves Peter curled up, sobbing in his bed, desperately trying to fuck himself on his own fingers to make the aching stop. Tony wastes no time heading to the sub-basement, where he stops at Buckyâs similar, but much less homey cell. Its shape is identical to Peterâs - three grey cement walls, one made of glass to allow Tony to see inside, two doors, a bed, a table, a box full of entertainment. Buckyâs kennel is colorless and lacks the loving, personal touches Peterâs has, but he doubts Bucky minds. If he does, the alphaâs never complained.
Not about the decor, at least.
Tony smiles. Buckyâs been here long enough to know not to fight the blindfold or the cuffs, even though heâs clearly confused. He scents the honey-sweet aroma of Peterâs heat clinging to the fabric of Tonyâs suit and almost nuzzles against Tonyâs chest, which makes him laugh. Bucky is exactly a foot taller than him and broad enough to snap Tony like a twig if he isnât careful, but he always is.
By the time they get back up to the penthouse, Bucky is increasingly restless. Tony grins as the alphaâs massive, eager cock fills out, bobbing between his legs, red and wet and ready. His balls hang swollen and heavy, swinging with every shambling step the alpha takes, looking perfectly full of hot alpha come that Tony canât wait to see pumped inside of his favorite pet.
Bucky groans like a dying man when Tony shoves him inside of Peterâs kennel. He hits the floor, kneeling obediently while Tony attaches his chain to the ring beside Peterâs own. He shakes with need and desperation as his cuffs are removed, Tony not fearing for his own safety as biology runs its course, as instincts take over. He removes Buckyâs blindfold and steps back.
Bucky looks up. Sees Peter, in his pretty princess bed, whining and fucking himself on his tiny fingers.
Tony ceases to exist in the alphaâs mind, along with everything else.
Smirking, Tony leaves the cell, locking the door behind him. He walks around the corner into the living room, drawing the tall curtains shut so he can watch the show unimpeded by the setting sunâs glare. He takes a seat in his favorite armchair, lifts his glass of scotch, and settles in to watch the show as Bucky approaches his pretty new mate.
It really is a sight to behold. The sheer difference in stature is enough to have shivers running up his spine as he swirls the scotch at the bottom of his glass. Bucky knows better than to walk on two legs. The beast crawls with the gait of a predator, long smooth strides that show off the muscles beneath that taunt skin. Maybe itâs dangerous keeping such strong beings around, but Tony has enough experience to twist it back on them. His alphas donât fight back, not anymore. He treats them well, taking no pleasure in their suffering. They obey because the rewards are always sweet and his hand gentle if they show him the same.Â
Brought out of his thoughts by the fearful little noise of his sweet princess, he pulls himself up a little straighter. A groan escapes from his own mouth as he watches the massive, ripe globes of Buckyâs balls swing and slam across the inner thigh of their owner. Prize winners right there, not even Thor could compare to them. A selfish favorite of Tonyâs.Â
Peter has taken off from his bed, the little thing so fearful even in his heat. Tony has to remind himself that his pet is young, likely hasnât ever seen a mature alpha let alone one as perfectly designed as Bucky. The chase is normal, healthy even. Peter is a baby in practically every way, about to be fucked by a prized stud and taken as his mate, the anxiety is bound to be there.Â
He watches as they begin their little dance. Sensing a chase coming on, Bucky has lowered onto his haunches and sprung up on his toes, coiled to pounce even as it slows him down. Peter is nimble, small and light, able to maneuver around the space with more efficiency. He watches as Peter makes a few little kitten pounces, pulling a chuckle from him. Such a darling his Peter is, maybe âkittenâ would have been a more apt nickname.Â
Dancing out of his way, Peter keeps a surprisingly good lead for an omega clearly burdened by heat. But Bucky is older and, even unmated, knows instinctively how to wait out the feisty little morsel before him. It doesnât take long. Only a few minutes pass before the heat starts to overtake the adrenaline rush.Â
Tony, blessed by whatever gods may be out there, has the perfect view of Peterâs delicate little rear. Watches as a fresh spurt of slick splashes out of his hole and onto the floor. A messy puddle forms between those trembling knees. Peterâs hole looks delectable, the rim drooping into a pout as it hungrily mouths at the air. The boy needs to be stuffed, badly, and Bucky has clearly picked up on that, even without the stunning visual Tony has been provided.Â
A high, panting whine escapes Peter. It is heart-wrenching, even on the ears of a beta. Bucky seems to agree as he lets out a soothing rumble, a move that surprises Tony.Â
Peterâs body loosens for a split second and thatâs all the alpha needs. Two-hundred-some pounds are flying through the air and before he can blink, Peter is pinned to the floor. Tony is blessed with a perfect shot of the action, Peterâs thighs pinned between Buckyâs as his balls kiss the glass.Â
The crying is expected; it isnât from pain, but fear. His princess is mounted like a bitch. A few messy humps smear precome all over the boyâs cheeks before sinking deep into his body in one smooth glide.Â
Tony has to pop the button on his slacks, needing the room as his cock hardens like a rock. Peter is stuffed so full of cock that even from the porn-shot angle Tony is getting, he can see a little pouch form from the rod inside him rearranging his insides.Â
His pussy is stretched so tight it clings to Bucky as he pulls his hips back. There are moments Tony worries the omega is going to be turned inside out, but his body is resilient and he takes it like a champ. Specks of slick and precome stain the glass as the wild thrusts throw fluid everywhere. The slapping of Buckyâs balls across Peterâs ass is loud and vulgar to listen to, the jingling of Peterâs bell nearly drowned out by the sound. The boy jumps as the heavy sack overwhelms his own and gives him a nice solid surface to grind on.Â
It doesnât take long for Peter to get on board. He can hear little, âAlpha! Alpha!!ââs from him as he grinds back. With no name, his pet is forced to refer to Bucky as some faceless brute, there to ravage his pussy and claim him.Â
Tony knows the second Bucky attempts a bite and when the next one is successful. Peter trembles and twitches like heâs been shocked. Annoyed that heâs missing out, he gets up and leans on the glass. Bucky, threatened by the presence, moves them to where he can keep an eye on Tony. Sitting back down, he now has a perfect view of that little angel face as his insides are mixed and turned to goo.Â
Peter makes some of the best faces heâs seen in a long time. Slack-jawed and cock hungry but still maintaining its innocence, Peter looks like a wet dream. Perfect cock-sucking lips, coated in his own drool and eyes glazed over with heat, he canât help himself.Â
âJARVIS, take a close up shot. Several angles, include the face.âÂ
The clicking of the camera lets him know the job is being done. A lovely little photo to add to his collection.Â
He can sense things coming to a close as Peter is suddenly more awake, the press of Buckyâs knot surely now providing additional stimulation. Peter canât seem to make up his mind if he wants to beg for it or beg for mercy, clearly torn between the two. He doesnât get much of a choice as the now-rutting alpha above him jackhammers his hips down.Â
The exact moment his pet is claimed, taking his first knot, is something Tony will never forget.Â
Eyes rolling back, head bowing as the boyâs spine curls. His little cocklet shooting as Buckyâs whole form jerks and shudders, emptying gallons of come into that tight little body.Â
âBucky, present.â All the alphas were trained to do it, but now more than ever is he glad heâs pounded it into Buckyâs head as well.Â
Bucky swivels, dragging Peter with him, still attached via the knot. He lifts his hips high, high enough that it takes Peterâs knees off the ground.Â
He gets a few snapshots on his phone. Trembling, shaking legs hover over the marble as the cock holds him suspended off the ground. The boy is thoroughly fucked, his pussy, having swollen, now pulses a bright red color from blood and arousal. Come is streaming down his thighs, streams running races down his delicate calves and dripping down his feet. Drops of come dribble off his toes and onto the floor. Buckyâs balls, often so swollen Tony has forgotten that isnât their natural state, are slightly smaller. Now deprived of their load, the skin goes from taut, glossy, and flaming red, to relaxed, slightly wrinkled, and a softer tan color. It is a sight.
Tony almost doesnât want to let Peter down, but this wonât be the last time heâs graced with such a sight. Bucky is still placing bites across the boyâs shoulders, clearly intending to claim and keep him.Â
And well, if Bucky likes him so much, why not let him keep the sweet little doll?
He watches Bucky carry his little omega to Peterâs spacious bed, curling up with him amongst the nest of blankets, the alphaâs knot still tying them together. He pumps his hips a few more times, compulsively emptying every drop of his seed inside his mateâs pliant body, repeating the action now and then.
Peter has gone limp, seemingly unconscious, except for the way he shyly nuzzles Buckyâs face whenever the alpha bends down to lick at his mating bite. Itâs sweet. The two of them are endlessly adorable, and Tony is more than pleasantly surprised at how gentle Buckyâs being with his prized pet.
Theyâve earned the right to spend the night together. Tonyâs not heartless; he wouldnât separate a newly-bonded pair the moment theyâre no longer tied together. He drains the last of his scotch, turns out the lights, and heads to his own room to take care of the ache still tenting the front of his slacks.
He swipes through photos of Peterâs gorgeous face being bred by a bigger, stronger creature as he touches himself, comes at the scared-happy expression the boy made when Bucky started pumping him full, and falls asleep to the live footage of Bucky quietly gentling his scared new mate, cradling him like the treasure he is and softly fucking him all night long.
#starker#winterspider#tony x peter#tony stark x peter parker#bucky x peter#bucky barnes x peter parker#ceratonia-siliqua
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akane aoi + reader | so and so : chapter i
| description ! |Â aoi protection squad !! and akane does an oopsie.
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The next day, Akane sneezes.
âSomeone must be thinking of you, Akane.â
Aoi smiles, gleefully putting the palm of her hand on her cheek as Akane stares at her, bewilderment prancing about in his chocolate eyes. The two of them, having lived right beside each other since they were but small children, always walked to school together. It was for their safety (and for him to beat up anyone who dare try to steal her away).
âIs itâŚÂ you?â
Akane shoots his shot, attempting to flirt with the pretty girl beside him.
âMm⌠no.â
Yet she turns him down, like all the other attempts from before. He feigns a surprised look on his face when he hears her answer. Truthfully and âshamefullyâ, no absolute shock comes to him after hearing her various negative responses anymore, but he continues to entertain her with flattering remarks and honest compliments. Even sometimes everyday, actually going a tad overboard.
He still did these sorts of things, albeit knowing that the probability of her liking him back was more-or-less on the verge of turning to zero.
Once they enter the campus of Kamome Gakuen, most of the people around the two have different thoughts and opinions when they see them walking with each other and chatting amidst themselves. Usually, it would be about how diviningly stunning Aoi-chan looked this fine day, some would give Akane pitiful stares when they hear her reject more of his daily advances as per usual.
Others, even when the majority of the schoolâs population adored the cute girl, partook in various gossip and rumors which rooted from the stems of jealousy and envy.
âAo-chan, why donât you go on ahead?â Akane stops in the middle of the staircase after hearing another pair of students talk badly about her in hushed whispers and murmurs. Aoi, as much as she tries to hide the obvious discomfort in her cheerful acts, looks back at him with a strange mock-up of her usually petite smile and he canât help but give her a comforting beam in his eyes in return. âIâll be right back, I swear.â
He knows she hears what theyâre saying, which is exactly why he took it upon himself to protect her from mindless haters. Which is also exactly why he sticks a baseball bat in his locker for when opportunities such as these arise. Not that he would actually hit anyone, the hassle he has with the Student Council President was already far too much to deal with.
Before Akane could face the two particular students, he hears the voice of someone confronting them with no sign of falter.
âWhatâs the point of badmouthing the poor girl?âÂ
You frown, crossing your arms as you hear them continue talking as if your presence wasnât there at all. The two girls, both you recognize as second-year students, look you up and down when they finally decide to notice that you had been there the whole time.
This was a courageous step that you took so very early in the morning and probably the only courageous step you took in your whole life, bearing in mind that you were only a puny first-year scolding your seniors, but you could care less about what could happen next. With your sense of justification and recklessness flowing through your veins, you keep giving them a piece of your mind.
âYou have no right to keep bullying her, sheâs a human being too, you knowâŚ!â
Surely, youâve dug yourself your own grave. The girls seem extra annoyed with you at this moment, and you feel the vulnerability start to lurch from the waves of anxiety that hid deep inside of you.
An alarm ringing of danger overtook your system once youâve finished with the last few words from that long and drawn out speech of yours. Perhaps you might get karma for this later on, which you thought was fair enough.
âI get it, (L/N)-san!â One of them spoke out with clear irritation laced in her voice, arm sticking out to corner you with no chance of escape. She leans in close to your face to whisper something so quiet that only you could hear and the action sends a shiver down your spine. âYouâre just doing this to get Aoi-kunâs attention, but honestly? Itâs being such a pain.â
âWhat?â You clench your fist. No hidden intentions lied beneath the words that you spouted a while ago. After months of hearing such disturbing rumors sprout out about poor Aoi, and seeing the slight pale of her face when she accidentally overhears some of these ridiculous atrocities, you spoke up about it. ButâŚÂ this is what you get? The justice that you wanted to speak up about was being knocked down as a way of seeking attention from your crush?
âThatâs not--!â
You found yourself frozen on the spot. The words, your voice of reason, completely halted before you had the chance to defend what little worth you had left. Your face pales and youâre left with the ridiculous feelings of anxiety in your nerves and frustration slowly caving in your mind. The two pesky girls only stared at you in amusement, and some part of you wondered if what they were saying was right.
No, you refused to believe that you were doing this for the sake of making Akane notice you.Â
Embarrassment merely found you at the worst possible moment. Not that you were embarrassed for protecting Aoi from their harsh words. You even felt a bit of pride come to your senses because you were doing what you deemed right. You were embarrassed because once they brought Akane into the mix of things⌠you stiffened. They affected you in one way or another, and you cursed yourself for having such strong feelings.
Unknown to you, a certain red-haired boy had been listening in on your conversation.
A hand comes to your shoulder, and you expected the Principal or Minamoto-senpai to be the owner of that particular hand. Instead, you saw⌠Akane�
âWAITWHATHAWHATTHEFUCKâ
â(L/N)-san, youâre going to be late for class again.â You didnât expect someone like him to pull off some shoujo-type move, but shit, here he was. Akane had an irked grin, not even trying to hide how much disgust he held. His eyes showed off an âEw. How dare you disrespect Ao-chan like that?â. Because of course, anyone who regarded Aoi as some sort of rubbish had to face his undying wrath. He clenches your shoulder and you barely contain the yelp at the tip of your tongue. âYou should probably go before Nagisa-sensei marks you late again. Tell Ao-chan I had some minor business to do for the Student Council!â.
You nod, hurriedly speed-walking away with the warmth blooming on your cheeks once again.
Once you were out of sight and out of mind, Akane reveals the baseball bat hiding behind his back.
âNow⌠what were you saying about Ao-chan?â
The girls were frightened. Even going as far as to run away before Akane, who wasnât even going to do anything very harmful to any of the two, could do anything to them. He heaves a sigh, shaking his head in a degree of disappointment. âTsk, they never learn.â
Having quite the observant eye which he prided himself upon, the mumbles escaping their mouths as they nyoomed away from him didnât go unnoticed. He barely heard the âThat (L/N) >:00â from them and he ends up wondering throughout the day about what they might do to you, earning a few strange stares from Aoi. Sheâd ask him if he was alright and he proclaimed right then and there in the hallway that he wanted to marry her, immediately diminishing any other thoughts.
Just as classes ended and Aoi asked him to leave earlier than her since she had to tend to the gardening club today, Akane steps out of the high school building to stretch his legs and walk around. Heâs always believed that having a large amount of stamina could come in handy whenever he had to sprint over to Aoi when she was ever in danger, being the simp that he is.
Besides, those troublesome âco-workersâ of his, including that devil of a President, didnât ask for his help for once, so he had a rarity of free time.
âOn second thought⌠they could have something planned--â
He shudders at the thought. Having to deal with Mirai again was going to be a real pain, and having to be punished by that damned exorcist was not something he had in plan for today.
Minutes later, he had realized that heâs been standing and grumbling to himself in the high school buildingâs entrance and everyone merely passed him by like him being crazy was normal sight to see. What made him snap out of it? Oh, well, it was the strong gust of wind that flew past him, of course. Beside him, he hears a string of curses muttered under someoneâs breath. Looking through the corner of his eyes, his eyes widen at the sight of you.
âWeirdâŚâ He cups his chin. In all honesty, Akane had never really thought that much about you. But heâs seen a minority of the little things you do when he wasnât focusing on Aoi or when the lecture really was too boring to handle.
How the pen your nimble fingers held wrote on its own when you were writing in that notebook of yours or how you twirled that same pen in your hands in random directions when you didnât intend to listen and absent-mindedly flicked it off somewhere.. It was certainly an interesting and funny event when you had accidentally hit the back of Nagisa-senseiâs head once and hid yourself in the pages of your book with shaking hands.
âBefriending her would be nice.â He thought, reminiscing the display of sheer confidence he witnessed from you earlier that morning. However, that moment wouldnât be now because you already walked away and--
â(L/N)-san!â
Akane eyes bulged, expression aghast at the scene playing before him in horror. You had simply been waiting for the traffic light to turn red for you to cross to the other side of the street. Standing timidly on the sidewalk while clutching your bag close to your chest, a big truck that obviously lost its control crashed into you.
Almost crashed into you.
Thankfully his reflexes kicked in just as the truck was almost at the point of colliding with your body.Â
Swiftly stopping time with the pocket watch he held in his hands, he managed to push you away before any sort of absurd incident could happen. HeâŚÂ may have pushed you too hard, seeing as you were sprawled out on the cemented pavement, but you were safe.Â
Then he realized his mistake.
âD-Did anyone see me transform?â He looks at his surroundings and heaves a sigh of relief. There were no people present at the scene. Most students were probably working around in their clubs and everybody rarely used this exit, so it was unquestionably safe to say that his identity was safe and not a person in sight would ever find ou--
âA-Aoi-kun--?â
Oh.
Oh no.
â(L/N)-san!â Akane jumps and speedily twirls around to face you. You? Oh, you looked unbelievably star-struck. In spite of knocking at the doorstep of death, your eyes twinkled in amazement and wonder and he canât help but want to ask the âWhy?â on the tip of his tongue. A forced chuckle comes out of his throat, breaking down the silence that washed over between you two only a few seconds ago.
âAre you...â You paused, standing up and patting the dust away from your dress uniform. He doesnât miss the way you almost trip on your own feet. âAre you an apparition?â
âYou could say that.â You were right, sure, but he still didnât like being wedged in as one of those dishonorable apparitions that lurked in every corner of the school. âWill you.. tell anyone?â
âNo, not at all!â Chirping at your own words, you held one finger up to silently say âone second!â and then quickly rummaged around in your bag to get something. To say that he was curious was an understatement. (Y/N) (L/N), who hummed to herself while checking something in her shoulder bag like she didnât just almost die, was a strange one indeed. Â
Examining the surroundings, he understood where he made the mistake in his actions. He only froze the truck. Originally, he had enough power to freeze both the truck and (Y/N), but after recently using up his time to freeze Aoi, he weakened himself quite a bit. He grimaces at the simple error, but decides that he shouldnât beat himself up for it because the future wasnât in his hands. The future was with Mirai, not him.Â
âWhat the fuck am I supposed to do with this truck.âÂ
Akaneâs nose scrunches, arms crossed as he tries to figure out a solution. A shudder goes down his spine when he suddenly feels someone tapping on his back. Lo and behold, it was you, holding up the notebook heâd see you with in class all the time. A sheepish grin appears on your face. He sees the slightest tint of pink appears on your cheeks, which he excuses as a form of embarrassment seeing as what you were holding up was...
âA picture book for apparitions and supernaturals...?â
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Request- Long Legged Beauty
Authors Note: This was requested by a lovely anon! They wanted a tall reader x henry situation so I ran with it. Sorry its so late, if you donât like it Iâm more than happy to make you a different one.Â
Warnings: Fluff, SmutÂ
You were laid out in the front yard, Kal by your feet, his tail thumping your lounge chair periodically. Henry was in the driveway, his hands soapy from washing his cars and motorcycle. You were trying to get your skin as tan as possible, enjoying the sunâs rays. It was rare to have a sunny day in London, and you were going to relish in it.Â
Your eyes were hidden behind your sunglasses, your hands rubbing the suntan oil into your skin. You caught movement out of the corner of your eye, and your head turned to see Henry leaning against the bumper of his car, eyes resting on your oiled legs. A smirk touched your lips as you stretched out, the light hitting your skin just right and making you glow. Henryâs throat bobbed and he immediately turned his attention away from you.Â
A soft chuckle left your lips as you reclined back and grabbed your book, you would have his attention soon enough. You quickly grew bored at Henryâs lack of forwardness though, you had been sighing and switching positions, the oil getting all over you and the chair as you deliberately tried to rile him up. It wasnât very often that you were willing to show your legs off, and you had hoped to use this as your advantage to get Henry to play with you. It appeared that Henry wasnât getting the memo.Â
With a pout, you closed your book and got up, making your way to the porch where the hose was located. You licked your lips as you peered over our shoulder, Henry had his back to you, completely unaware of your mischievous thoughts. You discreetly, kicked the hose so that it hid behind the porch and you stood on it, making sure that the water wasnât able to move.Â
You watched as Henry frowned at the lack of water flowing from the hose, he turned it to face him and peered down the nozzle, trying to discern what the problem was. When he realized it wasnât a clog, he moved it down to his chest and looked over the hose trying to find a kink. You quickly stepped off the hose and watched in delight as the water soaked him.Â
A yelp was heard as he dropped the hose and it twisted over the concrete like a distressed snake. A laugh bubbled up from your throat, your body hunching over at the scene of your boyfriend dripping water and soap. His head snapped over to you, his eyes darkening at the sight of you. Your laugh died in your throat as you watched his massive body stalk towards you, he bent down, never breaking eye contact, to pick up the hose.Â
You had seconds before you took off around the house, trying to get as far away from the man. You could hear his footsteps thudding on the grass behind you, Kal was running along Henry, his excited barks echoing around you.Â
You had just turned the corner when your waist was snagged and your body was hit with an icy cold spray. You gasped as you held your hands up, trying to block the flow of water.Â
âHENRY!â You shrieked, body wiggling to get free.Â
Henryâs chuckles were heard as he moved the water away to dangle at your feet. You scowled as you turned your head to face him, coming face to face with his blue eyes. Your breath hitched at the playful glint, his lips stretched out showcasing his fangs.Â
âThat wasnât funny.â You chided as you glared at him. His hands dropped the hose and wrapped around your back, one of his hands tangling in your hair so he could angle your head better, his lips coming down on yours. He always loved that you were the same height, he never had to bend down to claim you as his own and the fact that your legs went on or miles was a nice added bonus.Â
âIt was very funny, darling, it was also payback.â The words were uttered against your lips as he pulled you closer, his hand smoothing down your wet skin and wrapping around your knee, hitching it up to his waist as he backed you into the side of the house.Â
You moaned at the feel of his hard body molding against yours. His lips parted, his tongue sneaking out to swipe across your lower lip before he bit down. You happily complied with the silent request and opened up for him, his tongue caressing yours, the wet sound of your lips, and harsh pants the only sound around you.Â
Your hands ran down his chest, scratching against the wet clingy material, your body shivering in the breeze, goosebumps appearing on your skin. Henryâs lips broke away, his forehead resting against yours as you breathed in his breathes. His eyes were hooded and glazed over, his pink lips puffy and wet and your core clenched at the sight.Â
âShower?â He huffed out a laugh his nose bumping against yours.Â
âI was thinking of a bath.â You pursed your lips at the thought. You and Henry always had a hard time taking a bath together, having two tall adults in a bathtub didnât normally work out.Â
âBut the shower has more room.â Your eyes brows wigged playfully.Â
âYes, but the bath offers more intimacy.âÂ
âI have to sit in a weird position so you can fit, though, do you know how embarrassing it is?â Henry laughed as he guided the two of you back around the house to the front porch and turning off the hose.Â
His head leaned forward and his lips brushed your ears, âIt isnât a weird position, I love the sight of your pussy on display for me, your legs open and inviting me to take you⌠taste you.â You stumbled at his words, your hands clutching onto his arms as he leads you into the house and up the stairs to the bathroom.Â
âIf you really want we can take a shower though.â His nonchalant shrug had you narrowing your eyes at him. It always pissed you off how unaffected he appeared when he tormented you. Two could play this game,Â
âYeah, the shower sounds nice, maybe we can take a bath another time.â His eyes widened as you sauntered off down the hall, wet footsteps in your wake. A smirk tugged on your lips as you neared the bathroom, stripping when you entered your bedroom.Â
Henry was hot on your heels and you turned around in the doorway of the bathroom, your hand resting on his chest as he attempted to enter with you. You gave him a quick peck on the lips before pulling away,Â
âIâll be out in ten minutes, then you can have the shower.â The bathroom door closed on his face, you locked it, you didnât need him entering and ruining your plans. You heard a muted thud against the wood and you stifled a laugh.Â
Ten minutes later and you were walking back out of the bathroom and towards your closet, your towel dropping at your feet as you contemplated your wardrobe. You heard a strained groan from behind you before his hands were on your waist and stomach. You jumped at the feeling of his cold skin, you turned and poked a finger into his chest, nose to nose as you batted him away.Â
âYou, Mister, need to get into the shower, no way are you touching me with your ice-cold hands. Shoo!â Henry blanched at your words, his expression falling into a kicked puppy look.Â
He pulled away from you and dragged his feet towards the bathroom, halfway there he turned and looked at you, expression hopeful. You stood your ground, simply pointing to the bathroom, arms crossed pushing your bare breasts up. He groaned, his head falling back but he trudged forward and closed the bathroom door behind him.Â
You shook your head at his antics and noticed Kal watching you from the doorway.Â
âYour dad is a mess, Kal.â He cocked his head at you, tail thumping the floor. You giggled and peered back into the closet, trying to find something that would cover you, yet leave little to the imagination. Your eyes zeroed in on one of Henryâs t-shirts. A wicked grin lit up your features as you stepped forward and pulled it off the hanger. You grabbed a pair of lacey red panties and threw them on, before pulling his t-shirt over your head.Â
You hesitated at the sight, your lips pouting as you noticed that his shirt stopped at your hips. You really hated the fact that you were so tall, on any other girl his shirts would be massive and hitting at their thighs, leaving them looking all cute and seductive. That wasnât ever the case with you, and it frustrated you to no end.Â
You were so busy focusing on trying to make the shirt to be longer that you missed the bathroom door opening and Henry pausing in his steps at the sight of you. His nostrils flared as his hands formed fists, he had to bite his moan back.Â
His control snapped, however, when you grabbed the hem and tried to force it down over your ass and thighs. It simply bounced back, showing your red panties off, and it made his cock twitch. His body was moving before he could process it.Â
âFucking gorgeous.â The words were growled and you gasped in shock as you were picked up and tossed onto the bed. Henryâs hands circled your ankles and pulled you down the bed, your ass practically hanging off the mattress. Â
âHenry, wait! The shirt doesnât fit, I have to find something that will cover my legs better.â Henry shook his head and lifted your right leg up, his lips descending onto your skin, leaving deep purple marks in his wake.Â
âLove these sexy legs, canât get enough of them. Canât wait to have them wrapped around my waist as I ram your tight little pussy.â Your body arched at his words, eyes rolling back at the sound of his voice horse in your ear.Â
âGonna fuck you so good. Iâm gonna start with your pretty thighs, paint them with my cum, marking them as mine and mine alone. Then Iâm going to move to that sassy mouth of yours. Iâm going to claim your pussy, make sure you feel, taste, and smell nothing but me on you for days.â Your nails raked down his back, leaving behind deep red gashes. He grunted at the pain, his pupils dilated as he thrust against your stomach. His hands pushed your legs into your chest and spread them wide, your cunt on full display, your folds glistening in the bedroom light.Â
He moaned before diving down and blowing a cool stream of air over you. You flinched at the feeling, a whimper falling from your lips, hands fisting the sheets beside you.Â
âYou keep your hands by your side and your legs spread, you move an inch and I stop. Understand?â Your breathing was ragged as you processed his words, mouth going dry. You nodded, and his hand slapped your thigh, your skin rippling at the contact.Â
âWords, babygirl.âÂ
âYes, Sir.â Henry hummed as he kissed a path down your stomach, his tongue dipping into your belly button, illicating a giggle from you. His eyes snapped up to rest on your face, his mouth smiling at the sound of your giggle. Your giggling was cut short when his mouth came in contact with your mound, his tongue lightly flicking over your clit.Â
You closed your eyes, mouth falling open with a breathless moan, fingers curling into your palms. Henryâs head moved lower, his tongue burying into your pussy, his nose inhaling your scent. A guttural noise left his lips, the sound vibrating against you, your toes curled and your spin arched. Your eyes opened when you felt him pull away.Â
âNo, don't stop.â Your plea fell on deaf ears, however, as he moved to hover over you, a frown etched into his features.Â
âI told you not to move.âÂ
âIâm sorry, Si-â
âNuh uh, you donât get to cum until I let you.â Your eyes closed and your head hit the bed with a thump, a whine leaving your lips. His chest rumbled as he kissed a trail down your throat, marks coloring your skin.Â
âIts not fair.â A puff of air hit your chest as he wrapped his tongue around your nipple, giving it playful tugs and nips. Your eyes opened and you peered down to see his blue eyes sparkling.Â
âIt wasnât very fair when you decided to use the hose as a weapon, now was it?â You bit your lip at his words, stifling a laugh.Â
âNo, but your face was priceless.â His eyes narrowed, a growl slipping past his lips.Â
âYouâll pay for that, sweetheart.â With those words, your world shut down as Henry made good use of your long legs and sassy mouth.
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Long Gone - A Bug Fables Fic
   Being a parasitic amalgamation of a mothâs memories and a cordyceps causes many problems. A loss of the sense of self, medical marvels and problems that no one knows how to solve, an eternal hunger that never turns into starvation but never gets satiated.
   Itâs not all bad, though.
   âAaahh, nice and coolâŚâ
   The three of them are sitting in a patch of shade. The desert sun beats down with the intensity of Crisbeeâs oven. Vi is surgically attached to Leifâs side, occasionally sighing. Kabbu looks on from beside them.
   âKabbu?â
   âHm?â
   âYou look like you want to say something.â
   âOh, itâs nothingâŚâ
   Leif tilts his head for a moment. He goes through the logical conclusions- theyâre quite close to the Wasp Kingdom, perhaps heâs thinking about his fallen comrades. A small bout of mourning.
   Then he feels the cordyceps instinctually curl up against the places where Viâs warmth touches his crystal cold skin, and he very quickly realizes the problem.
   âThere is space on our other side, you know.â
   âOh- I wouldnât want to bother-â
   âNot a problem.â
   âAh. Still, are you sure-â
   âKabbu.â
   âIf you insist.â
   Kabbu moves from his spot in the shade to cuddle up to Leifâs left, still quite shy of doing anything but sitting shoulder to shoulder. Vi, by contrast, immediately draped herself over his torso when they found this spot.
   The cordyceps again moves a few tendrils to Kabbuâs side, unintentionally cooling that part of his body further. For a long while, there is content silence. Leif starts quietly petting Chompy, who makes little happy noises on his lap, Vi has very nearly fallen asleep, and Kabbu grows a little softer at the mere sight of his compatriots.
   âMy apologies for being so long.â
   Leif simply starts patting Viâs head until she bats him away and stands up, where Kabbu practically jolts to attention.
   âMaki! Itâs not a problem. You said something about important business?â
   âMmmph, did you have to tell us all the way out here? Iâm still sleepyâŚâ
   âThese are confidential matters. Iâd rather no one in the Ant Kingdom hears of it.â
   âConfidential?â
   âThe Wasp Kingdom would rather not the general public know about it, much less the other Kingdoms. We, of course, respect their wishes.â
   âKeeping secrets again, huh? Thatâs kinda what led to the whole dictator thingâŚâ
   âHence why Queen Vanessa has trusted us with this information.â
   âMy, this sounds like quite the responsibility.â
   âTruthfully, I am unsure if we can do anything. I suspect weâll need help from the Bee Kingdom, perhaps even the roaches.â
   Sheâs about to continue, but suddenly thereâs a very tired and out of breath Neo at her side.
   âMaki...do you have...to go that...fast?â
   âI didnât want to keep them waiting.â
   âYeah, but...I think...Iâm gonna pass outâŚâ
   âAh, Neo! Please, donât- here, do you need anything?â
   âA bit of rest will help.â
   âYou should grab Leif. Heâs really cold.â
   âOh, Iâll be fine...though that does sound quite niceâŚâ
   âWe should get moving. Queen Vanessa has entrusted myself and Her Majesty with the information, but I am unsure I can explain it properly.â
   âVery well.â
   Neo huffs, still tired.
   âMore walking..?â
   Leif tilts his head, thinking of a solution once more. As Kabbu attempts to give his âdear friendâ a pep talk, an idea pops into his head. He doesnât like walking either- so he doesnât, always.
   âHere. We will carry you.â
   âHuh? Leif, no offense, but you have like zero muscles.â
   âNot with our arms.â
   He conjures a platform of ice, the kind he usually floats about on. It hovers close to the ground, waiting for its occupant. Vi makes a noise behind him while Neo climbs on, clearly happy to not need to walk.
   âWait, you could do that the whole time? That couldâve saved us when we first were infiltrating the Wasp Kingdom.â
   âWe couldnât. We were still learning how to control our powers properly.â
   âAh. Fair enough.â
   With a bit of grumbling from Vi (âYou could carry me!â âNo.â), they set off to the Wasp Kingdom. Neo doesnât say much- evidently he wants to chat Kabbuâs ear off, but his lungs wonât let him- and Maki has always been stoic.
   At the front entrance, Neo gets off the ice block, fine to keep walking again. The guards at the front are somewhat weary, but let the group through when Maki shows them a letter from their Queen herself.
   Finally, they find her in her throne room, talking to a wasp theyâve never seen before. Heâs got a messenger bag with papers practically falling out of it and a pair of spectacles.
   âYouâve arrived. I must thank you again for everything youâve done for this country.â
   âIt is our duty, Your Highness.â
   âI apologize to call upon you once more, but there is an issue with something that is out of any of our expertise. Please, come with me.â
   They go into a room past the throne room, down a spiral staircase, and end up in a basement that feels oddly familiar.
   âThis place reminds me of the Snakemouth lab.â
   âWe were about to say the same thing.â
   âI donât know anything about that, but if it was built by roaches you would be correct. Long ago, before they disappeared, the roachesâ closest ally was this very Kingdom. We shared with them song and dance and culture and our blades, and in exchange they shared with us their technology and information.â
   âThat makes sense...This place is closest to the desert.â
   âThis place is one of those labs, made by ancient wasps, who modeled it after roach laboratories. The problem is this machine right here.â
   She walks over to a tube of sorts. Itâs got a mechanical base and top, with wires running everywhere to and from it. Inside is a crystal...creature?
   âThis was one of their experiments. It was abandoned the same time this place was- namely, when Hoaxe took over. At the time, however, many of the records had been lost, so we were simply observing it and keeping it in stasis.â
   âNow, however, since it was abandoned for so long, the stasis is broken. Itâs currently asleep, but it wonât be soon.â
   Leif regards it with curiosity and a sort of kinship. In some ways the cordyceps wishes to reach out and grab it and treat it like another little pet- like Chompy or the little bedbug. Itâs a bit bigger than the baby Mother Chomper, but itâs just as cute, and still manageably small. Itâs a little smaller than that child always running around in front of their house in the Ant Kingdom.
   Belatedly, he realizes the others are talking.
   â...ice powers! Leif has those, and heâs part crystal, kinda.â
   âYou are?â
   âYes. Though the actual situation is a bit more complicated than that, we are part crystal, in a sense.â
   Heâd nearly forgotten, what with the cordyceps situation, that the cordyceps itself was a roach-driven crystal experiment. Funny how these things happen.
   â...I thought you were just a blue moth.â
   âWe used to be red, actually.â
   âWait, really?â
   âYes. We thought it unimportant to mention.â
   Theyâre interrupted by a beeping from the tube. Alerts pop up on the console, but Leif pays attention to none of them. Instead, he watches as the crystal beast slowly starts to move, leg by leg. It looks like a spider, he realizes, but with none of the ugliness. Cute, apparently.
   A cute thing is a cute thing. No need to look into it further.
   As Queen Vanessa is typing away on the console, though, it shatters the glass with all the ease of moving a wing. It hisses, looking at Vi and Kabbu, backing up, ready to fight-
   And then it spots Leif.
~~~
crossposted on ao3, will have a part 2 probably.
~Eve6262
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dong sicheng x reader, ft, taeyong
âYour brain works like a computer, like clockwork. Yet you just canât think straight because youâre thinking of her, right?â
description. I watched in pain as my best friend whom I liked for ages become delusional of my feelings and fall in love with another girl. I never told my feelings for him, and I never will. Little did I know that he felt the same as well. The feelings that took him so long to realise, now with hope that it wouldnât be too late.
genre. aNgsT, fluff, friends au, unrequited love au
warnings. sad but also not a sad ending. depends how you look at it cudndjdn
word count. 9.2k~
a/n. do yall ever feel emo and suddenly want to write a sad ff? yes this is one of those times. i actually never wrote a ff where it was eXtrEmElY sad but oh wells letâs put you on an emotional roller coaster ride while you read this HAHA enjoy!
Dong Sicheng. Winwin as his nickname and what everyone, teachers and students, call him by. Heâs smart, kind, sweet, and appearance wise you can never say no to that beautiful face. Heâs an all rounder perfect student that everyone adores and admires. Heâs extremely friendly, being able to socialise with everyone in the hallways right off the bat. I can confirm in my three years of high school that no one has never disliked him before.
The only thing that everyone dislike though is the fact that Iâm his best friend. The only one that calls him by his real name, the one that can get close to him in terms of physical touch, and just have him by my side almost all the time. I received hate for being his best friend since they think he deserves better. But at this point, I really couldnât care less, opting to stay quiet and accept the harsh words thrown at me with zero care for the world.
Since those insults are given to me when Iâm away from Winwin, I never told him about what happens outside of his sight since I didnât want him to be concerned for me and have him worry over a small matter. Things like this in high school are what I consider childish, which is why I try my best to ignore it as much as possible.
âHere. Another box of cookies and perfume. Also, a ton of love letters.â I said lazily, tossing the bag of gifts to Winwinâs lap and taking the seat beside him with a groan. I hated it when girls asked me to pass their gifts to Winwin because theyâre too shy to do it themselves. Itâs not like Iâm some delivery girl in charge of taking care of their gifts. But I got used to it. Not sure if thatâs exactly a good thing or not.
âYou can have the cookies.â Winwin took out the box of cookies and handed it over to me. I took it and scoffed in amusement. âThe price for the ingredients to make regular cookies is way more cheaper than buying it from wherever she got this.â I inspected the box and the cookies inside, noticing how expensive it looked with the decorations.
Regardless, I opened the box and picked up a cookie to take a bite. âOkay well it tastes good.â I said in defeat. Winwin wasted no time to grab a cookie and try it, instantly humming dreamily. âOh wow itâs actual good.â Winwin moaned out as he finishes the cookie in his mouth.
âBeing the schoolâs most adored student couldnât get any more better, huh?â I reached into the bag of gifts and took out a random letter, twirling it around in my hand as I observed the aesthetics of it.
Winwin huffed, leaning back into the seat. âItâs tiring. Iâm only down for the free food. And perfumes.â Winwin takes out the perfume, which I could already tell from its packaging that it was an expensive one. He unboxes it and squirts once to smell the fragrance in the air. He shrugged and shook his head. âExpected better. Iâll just sell this.â
I chuckled at his reaction, sniffing the scent that was in the air and nodding in agreement. âBy the way...â Winwin suddenly started. I noticed his change in behaviour. Heâs acting all shy and somewhat embarrassed, looking down and fidgeting with his fingers and feet. I raised at eyebrow at his unexpected mood change.
âYou know the new student that got transferred four months ago?â I clicked my tongue and nodded. âHaeun, right? What about her?â I asked, though I wasnât fully concentrated on the conversation because I couldnât stop shoving the cookies into my mouth and admiring itâs savoury taste.
âWould it be weird to say I like her?â
I froze in my spot, a cookie halfway into my mouth as I tilted my head up from the cookies to look at Winwin. Though he was looking down to his feet, I could tell he was smiling to himself like an idiot and blushing intensively.
I knew where this was going. And I didnât like it. It hurts my heart, like a needle constantly jabbing into my heart as the question that Winwin asked resonates in my head. Not receiving a reply, Winwin called out to me, making me shake my head and blinking my eyes rapidly to snap myself out of my thoughts.
âUm well, howâs she like?â I asked hesitantly. Why was I dumb enough to ask this? Iâll only be hurting myself more with the answer Winwin was about to give.
âSheâs a badass. Sheâs strong, and she knows how to stand up to the students that bully her. I admire her a lot because sheâs fearless. The way she can even fight back to the teacher and actually having valid arguments. Sheâs not like anyone else here.â
Of course she isnât. She not at all like me either. I took a deep breath, knowing Iâve done a great job at stabbing myself in the back as I lump filled my throat, once again unable to give a single reaction of sentence. âYou okay? You seem worked up suddenly.â Winwin suddenly got closer and I quickly inched back.
I felt my body getting tensed up as my face gave a blank expression. I wasnât sure what to feel. Anger, sadness, heart fluttering due to Winwinâs small action of getting close to my face. Maybe all three.
âYou do remember what happened the other times you have liked a girl, right? You know they didnât end well. I donât see why youâre still trying.â
That, was the only excuse I could come up with to have Winwin not having any interest in other girls. Before high school, heâs liked plenty of girls. But theyâve all rejected him, causing him to come to me for comfort. It hurt my heart, seeing that Iâm the one that has to watch him go through a heartbreak and being the hopeless romantic he was. It also pained me in a way that I couldnât describe.
If only you were mine, you wouldnât have gone through any of that.
âWhat if someone else liked you? What would you do?â Winwin tilted his head upwards with a finger on his chin for a moment as he stopped to think. He had an unreadable expression on his face, only making me wonder what he would reply.
âDepends on who.â Winwin simply replied.
âWhat if that someone is really close to you?â His forehead creased with raised brows, probably either curious as to why Iâm asking such questions or trying to figure out where this conversation is heading.
âThe only ones Iâm close to are you and Yuta.â A few seconds later, Winwin gaped his mouth open and covered it with the palm of his hand, letting out a shocking gasp. âIs Yuta gay?!â Winwin burst out laughing crazily, smacking his thigh as he had a hand on his stomach.
I could only sit there with an unamused face. I glanced sideways and forced a smile. A simpered smile that would best hide what I truly felt. I rose from my seat with the box of cookies in hand. âI meant the other person, Dong Sicheng.â I looked straight into his eyes with a face of seriousness. Though I doubt Winwin understood what I meant by that.
Not being able to handle this any longer, I walked away, despite Winwin calling out my name multiple times. I walked till I hid behind a wall where it was out of Winwimâs sight, beginning to slide my back down the wall till I hit the ground, my eyes starting to get flooded with tears till they finally stream down my face. I brought my knees close to my chest with the box of cookis in between and hiding my face with my arms.
How long do I have to keep this up? How long do I have to wait till Winwin realises my feelings for him? All this time while he went through constant heartbreaks, I was the only one there for him. Me. I had to watch him cry days on end all because of a girl who doesnât even mean much.
And now I have to watch him go through it again. But I canât stop him. Itâs his feelings. Despite my constant share of concerns for him, he never seemed to stop being the stupid one in love. Dong Sicheng was, and always will be, a hopeless romantic.
But in a way, I was as well. Not being able to let go of my feelings for him that has kept me tied down for so long. I liked him for years and I knew my love was more than what the girls he liked before could offer. If only he could just see that. But waiting for that moment slowly began to get tiring.
I wondered where Winwin has gone to as I laid on the living room couch with my phone held in the air showing Winwinâs contact on the screen. I contemplated on whether I should call him or not.
There have been days where Winwin would come back to our apartment late, but itâs either because he had family events (which happens quite often in Winwinâs case) or just an outing with Yuta. But I would have known the reason either way since heâd always update me whenever he went. It felt out of place to not know where he was and it made me a little worried.
As I was about to press on the call button, I heard the front door open. Lifting my head from the couch, I turned around and saw Winwin taking off his shoes and walking in. âWhere the heck have you been, you dork?!â I shouted, throwing a pillow from under my head.
He got hit by it, resulting him to frown and let out a wince due to his overreacting nature. âChill I just went out of Haeun, alright?â Winwin picked up the pillow from the ground and tossed it back to me.
I didnât even bother asking why he went out with her. I didnât want to hear about it either, knowing that my emotional feelings for him that Iâve tried to hide for so long will start to flare up. Regardless, Winwin ran over to me and pushed my legs off fhe couch to give him space to sit. I groaned at his act and sat up straight.
âToday was so fun! I went to the amusement park with Haeun and holy shit was she good at winning games but I wasnât able to win any for her and I felt bad so we...â
As Winwin rambled on about his amazingly perfect night out with Haeun, I spaced out and could only think about what I have to deal with once Haeun leaves Winwin again. Though now Iâm starting to doubt that because well, who wouldnât want Winwin? He had a major glow up from elementary school to high school anyways.
But now my mind has wondered off to the possibility that I might actually lose Winwin once he gets together with her. And how the feelings that Iâve kept solely for him would go to waste and my times of waiting on him would mean nothing.
âGood that you had fun. Iâll go to bed now.â I said in monotoned manner when Winwin finally stopped talking.
âOh um okay... goodnight. Sleep tight. Dream of me, alright?â He probably noticed my sudden change in attitude but didnât bother asking, and instead tried to lighten the mood with a little joke.
âI always dream of you.â I mumbled under my breath as I walked away and entered my room.
Little did I know, my soft mumble wasnât as soft as it seemed.
âWhy did she sound serious when she said that?â Winwin asked himself as he sat there in silence. He started to think about her weird behaviour these days. Especially whenever he brought up about Haeun. Was there something wrong with talking about Haeun? Why did she look like all the energy was drained out of her whenever he spoke Haeunâs name?
Winwinâs deep thoughts got cut off when he felt his phone vibrating in his pocket. He took it out to see a notification from Haeun asking if they should go out more often. He didnât bother to reply as his mind was only filled with his best friend, deeply concerned but also anxious.
âWhat am I feeling right now?â
Yuta and I decided to eat lunch together since Winwinâs chemistry teacher held his class back for a reason that he never specified.
Our conversation was going well till somehow our topic swerved into talking about Winwin.
âI heard Winwinâs going out with Haeun more often, and ditching you too.â Yuta suddenly mentioned, taking a sip of his lemon tea.
I suspired and nodded my head. âYeah well, Iâm not too happy about that.â I swirled my straw in my drink, getting mesmerised at the sight. âOf course you donât. You like him.â
My eyes immediately shot up to Yutaâs, narrowing my eyes in an intimidating manner as I whispered, âDonât mention it, please. It already hurts enough that itâs a fact.â I said, my eyes softening right after as I frowned.Â
âYou still arenât giving me a proper answer as to why you canât tell him.â Yuta bobbed his shoulders, adjusting his blazer. âI told you time and time again.â
I groaned, covering my eyes with a hand. âHeâs my best friend. You know how weird itâll be if we have feelings for each other. Secondly, even if he does like me back, how will things turn out between us if we argue or something? Itâs worse for you because youâre friends with the both of us.â I explained, making random hand gestures like you would do in a presentation.Â
âBut still. Itâs important to be friends before lovers. Better yet best friends to lovers. Youâre basically saying that a male and female canât be friends without one of them falling in love. Well. I mean you fell in love but-â
âBut what, huh?âÂ
Yuta let out a deep sigh before leaning in, resting his chin on his hands with his fingers interlocked together. âBut that doesnât explain you and me. Weâre friends but weâve never fell in love.â Yuta gave a cheeky smile. I growled and smacked his forehead, hard. âWhat itâs the truth! Anyways, if you arenât going to anything about Sicheng, I will.â
As soon as he said those words, I wasted no time to loom over the table to grab him by the collar. âDo anything, and youâll get brutally killed.â
Yuta simpered, knowing he fucked up as he laughed in fear. âW-with what?â Yuta asked hesitantly. I slowly picked up the fork from my tray and raising it beside my head.Â
âThis fork.â This time, Yuta laughed hysterically, removing my hand away from his collar and throwing me back down to me seat. I let out a huff, slamming the fork back on the plate. âWhich body part do you want to hit with a fork, sweetie?â Yuta teased.
I threw him a sharp glare with a line appearing between my brows. âIâll carve out your eyeballs first so youâll never see the light of day.â I rolled my eyes and shook my head, finding Yuta shaking in fear as he waved his hands in the air in defense. âOkay, okay. Iâll shut up. Jeez...â
âI just want him to realise my feelings himself. Have you seen what heâs gone through? I have to deal with his stupid feelings while I have to bear the fact that he wonât see me as anything more than a best friend. His delusional ass that I canât stop falling for...â I continued.
âIâm more stupid in this situation than him if weâre going to be honest.â
Later that day, Yuta and I invited Winwin to go out and have dinner. We were waiting in front of the restaurant only to be greeted with Winwin and a somewhat unwanted guest.
âOh! Haha itâs Haeun...â Yuta waved a hand to her. She greeted him back with a gentle smile that could possibly mesmerised anyone if she wanted to. Yuta took a quick glance at me. I was pretty sure we were both thinking the same thing. About how Iâm not liking the fact that sheâs here with Winwin. He brought his hand to my back and rubbed it gently as a sign of comfort.
Donât get me wrong. I hold no hatred or grudge towards her. Itâs just that I didnât want to see Winwin with another girl. Clearly, I was jealous. I was just too weary of Winwinâs feelings and mine to own up to it.
âLetâs go in then?â She asked excitedly, looking up to Winwin as she tucked a few strands of hair behind her ear. Winwin smiled back and patted her on the head. I was already not liking how physically close they were.
Little actions like patting the head, hugging, ruffling the hair. Those were all actions that only Winwin has ever done to me. He wouldnât even be this close to the girls that he used to like. Seeing that heâs now becoming more open, it made me disappointed a lot more than it should due to the deep stupid meaning I hold of the little things he does.
Our conversations while we were eating were quite general. Most questions were about Haeun and getting to know her better. Well, more specifically it was Yuta since Iâm pretty sure Winwin already knew a lot about her. As for me, I didnât bother.
âYou should try this. Itâs delicious.â Haeun suddenly said, picking up a drumstick of the chicken that was just served to us and bringing it to Winwinâs mouth. Haeun placed a finger in Winwinâs chin to bring his head closer. With Winwin opening his mouth widely, Haeun feeds him with the most brightest smile.
âYouâre so cute.â I heard Winwin whisper as he leaned down to Haeunâs ear. She giggled with glee and nudged him in the shoulder. It was obvious that she was liking it. Her blushing couldnât get any more serious.
He hummed in satisfaction as he chewed on the chicken. âYou should try it, too.â Winwin said, passing me a drumstick and putting it on my plate. I forced a smile, which turned out to me only giving a half-smile due to my effort of trying to hide my feelings slowly becoming drained.
Seeing how Yuta kept stealing glances at me, I could only assume that he knew what I was feeling when he suddenly said, âActually it seems like sheâs getting tired. Iâll see her off. You guys have fun.â Yuta swung an arm around my shoulder as the two of us stood up and grabbed our belongings before heading out and leaving the two to hang out by themselves.
âYou didnât have to do that...â I whispered, looking into my bag and checking if I left anything behind. Yuta shook his head and shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans. âI had to. It was hard to watch you die inside while they were being all lovey-dovey.â Yuta replied.
âAnyways, can you go home yourself?â I gaped my mouth and scoffed, glancing sideway before looking up to him with a raised brow. âYou brought me out here but you canât be a gentleman and send me home!?â I hissed.
âThe food inside was actually good and Iâm willing to finish whateverâs on my plate!â Yuta retorted with a cute pout as a way to persuade me to follow his way. With the unamused face I gave him, he huffed and ran a hand through his hair.
As though a lightbulb was suddenly lif above his head, he snapped his fingers and shouted, âAhah!â making me flinch back at the sudden noise. âIâll text Taeyong to drive you home on his motorbike.â
I furrowed my eyebrows, but shrugged in the end as I admitted it was a good idea. âYeah sure. I find him cute.â I said plainly, which somehow earned me a weird look from Yuta.
âYou called him cute?â Yuta asked in a way that told me that he was surprised. I nodded my head slowly, not sure about why he reacted that way but I was quick to figure it out. âDonât be an idiot and assume I like him. Everyone finds him cute, okay? Itâs like how fangirls call their idols cute all the time. It means nothing.â I said with a sigh.
Yutaâs surprised face slowly turned into a sinister one as his mouth formed a wide smirk. âHey. Honestly speaking, if you canât have Winwin, You should try Taeyong. Heâs a good catch.â Yuta winked at me before looking down to this phone and texting Taeyong.
I smacked him in the arm, making him wince in pain but recovered in no time due to his endurace of me beating him up almost all the time. âYou think my three years of affection for Winwin will just magically go away if I liked him? Donât be ridiculous, will you?â I let out a âtskâ as I threw him a death glare.
âYou never know, sweetie.â Yuta breathed out, putting his phone away and getting close to me. âHeâs coming in ten minutes so Iâll go now, okay? Text me when you get home.â Yuta gave a heartwarming smile as he reached both his hands out to rub my shoulders before bidding his last goodbye and going back in.
I scratched my head as I sat down at one of the benches near the entrance while I waited for Taeyong. I soon saw the motorbike that looked familiar since it was always parked at the parking lot at school, knowing it was him.
Taeyong stopped in front of me and lifted the shield of his helmet, revealing his face. He stepped down from his bike and headed to the trunk to take out a spare helmet. I walked up to him with a soft smile.
âThanks for wanting to send me home. I wouldâve gone myself.â I said as I took the helmet that Taeyong handed out to me. âItâs fine. I was pretty free and wanted to go out for a bit.â Taeyong smiled back with a light shrug.
âBy the way...â I let out while adjusting my helmet. âHm?â Taeyong asked.
âCan you take me to an ice cream shop? Any will do. I just need to eat something sweet right now.â
Taeyong got on his back and tapped the seat behind him to signal me to get on as he started up his motorbike. âSure. I have a place in mind.â
I hopped on as I thought we were about to head off, Taeyong turned his head back to look at me. âYou should place your hands on my shoulder. If itâs uncomfortable for you, just hold onto the handles beside you. Just... make sure you have something to grip on.â
I looked down to one of my sides to find the handle that Taeyong mentioned but thereâs wasnât any. I didnât bother asking and made the quick decision if placing my hands on his shoulders to not keep him waiting. He finally puts down the shield of his helmet as we drove off.
Taeyong ended up taking me to an ice cream shop that was opened for twenty four hours. Which I was thankful for since it meant that thereâs an ice cream shop I could go to at four in the morning in case I was in my feels one night.
I ordered two scoops of cookie dough while Taeyong ordered three scoops of cookies and cream. We had to sit at the roadside since the shop didnât provide anywhere to sit. But I was fully fine with it since I wanted to feel the night air as well as look at the night sky.
We both ate in silence till I fed myself a bite and stuck my spoon into the ice cream, looking up to the sky and closing my eyes for moment.
âAre you on your period, perhaps?â Taeyong suddenly asked. I opened my eyes and tilted my head back down to look at him, shaking my head. âWhyâd you think that?â
âI know that most girls have cravings that kick in at random times of the day during their periods. I also know girls crave sweet things too.â I chuckled at his response, nodding my head in agreement. âYouâre right about the craving thing. But Iâm not on my period.â
I paused for a moment before letting out a soft sigh. âItâs more of eating something sweet to wash down all the bitter feelings that build up in my throat.â I whispered, grabbing my spoon to take another bite.
Taeyong clicked his tongue and nodded his head slowly. âDo you mind me asking why? I-If itâs too personal you donât have to-â
âWhat would you do if you liked a girl whoâs your best friend for three years but she ended up liking someone else?â I cut him off, tilting my head to the side.
Taeyong looked up to stop and think. âIâll probably do something to lose my feelings for her. I wouldnât want to make myself suffer by keeping my feelings depite me knowing she wonât except it.â
âYou know like move on. If I liked a girl for three years, Iâll probably take a long time to let go but maybe with the help of meeting new people and distancing myself away from her, Iâll eventually forget about her.â Taeyong added.
As I listened to his advice, I understood what he meant. Why do I burden myself with such feelings? Itâs like Iâve been trapped in a cage due to the unrequited love I have for Winwin. Why make myself suffer any longer?
âThatâs true... I probably should- I-I mean a friend asked me- Oh who am I kidding Iâm asking you this for my sake.â I let out a sigh in defeat, stabbing my spoon into the ice cream before aggressively taking another bite.
âLetâs play some music. Itâll lighten the mood up a little.â Taeyong said with a warm smile, noticing my somber aura and wanting to do something about it.
He opened his phone as he scrolled through his playlist to find a song. âI really like this song so if I suddenly burst out dancing stupidly, donât make fun of me.â I chuckled before nodding my head, eagerly as I was curious about the song he wanted to play. âIâm not judgy I promise.â
While the spoon that was filled with ice cream was being brough up to my lips, the song started playing and I quickly took a bite before swallong and gaping my mouth open as I instantly recognised the intro.
âRoses by Finn Askew?!â I asked with excitement. Taeyong nodded his head happily as he began to sing the lyrics, bringing his hands up and vibing to the music.
I laughed as I watched him sing and have fun. I decided to let go and sing as well, grooving my body as I finished my last spoon of ice cream.
Throughout the whole song, the two of us didnât stop dancing in our seats. I constantly laughed at the weird movements and actions he did while we nodded our heads to the soothing music that we both loved.
Taeyongâs singing talent also shined through as he sang the song. I was definitely impressed by how much of a good singer he was. âI didnât know you could sing like that, Taeyong.â I complimented as another song began to play in the background.
âItâs just a hidden talent most people donât know. But Iâm more to rapping.â Taeyong said with a shrug, placing his now empty cup beside him.
âActually youâre one of the few people that know I rap.â Taeyong added.
I giggled in response. âIâm honoured to be one of the lucky few. Send me an audio of you rapping sometime. Iâd love to hear it.â Taeyong chuckled lowly.
I quicly glance at my phone to check the time. I realised it was getting late and that I shouldnât be out any longer. I looked at Taeyong, wanting to ask if he could take me home.
He turned to me and gave me a smile. A smile that I was suddenly to drawn into. The way his eyes formed a thin line as his lips curled up. He looked perfect and could make anyone swoon. He was cute.
âI know itâs getting late but can we just stay here a little while longer? Iâm trying to savour this atmosphere.â I whispered.
Taeyong nodded and handed me his phone out of the blue. I raised an eyebrow at his sudden action. âPlay any song you want. We can stay here as long as you want to.â Taeyong said in a gentle voice.
With that, I spent at least a few hours just sitting at the roadside with Taeyong as I swayed my head to peaceful songs that fit the mood. Taeyong was kind enough to let me play whatever song I liked even though I know thereâs a few he wouldnât know. Surprisingly, Taeyong and I had the same taste in music, which made us talk sbout our favourite artists etc.
I realised how quickly I got to know Taeyong. In a matter of a few hours, it felt like I instantly clicksd with him and I somehow felt as though Iâve known him for a long time. This feeling with Taeyong was refreshing and new. I liked it without a doubt.
Once we decided it was actually getting late, we called it a nighy and have Taeyong drive me home. When we arrived at my apartment, I got off and took off the helmet, passing it to Taeyong as he got off his motorbike as well to put the helmet back in the trunk.
âIt was nice hanging out with you. I actually had fun for the first time in a long time.â I said after Taeyong closed the lid of the trunk and turned to me.
âJust call me if you need more ice cream.â Taeyong winked playfully. I took my phone out for him to put his number in. Once that was done, I stood in front of Taeyong, wanting to wait for him to drive off but he didnât seem to move, leaning back against the motorbike.
âArenât you going to go?â I asked.
âIâm waiting for you to head inside so I know you got home safely.â Taeyong mentioned casually.
I chuckled and shook my head, nodding before making my way to the entrance. I turned around and flashed him one last smile and a small wave before heading in.
âOi! Why the fuck are you home so late?! Did you know how worried I was?! Yuta told me Taeyong was going to send you home!â Damn, I just had to come home with Winwin shouting at me.
âI went out with him for a bit! And can you shut up itâs late at night and youâll wake up the neighbours.â
I made my way to my room only to have Winwin following behind me and entering as well. âYou shouldnât be staying out late with a guy you barely know. Who knows what could happen to you?â
I took out my belongings from my sling bag and hung it behind my door, scoffing loudly.
âOh so now youâre worrying? I bet you were out with Haeun and came home late as well.â I fought back.
âI came home earlier than you.â
âTaeyong is Yutaâs friend. And I do know him. So shut it and get out of my face. Iâm tired.â I lashed out, pushing Winwin out of my room and slamming the door shut.
I plopped myself onto my bed as I took in the comfort of laying down on the most comfortable space Iâll ever know.
As I played with my phone, I suddenly got a text from an unknown number.
Unknown number: hey itâs Taeyong. you dont have to reply since i bet youâll be sleeping by now but hope you made it home safely.
I let out an âAh...â now knowing this was Taeyongâs number and saving it into my contacts.
Y/n: oMg chIlL i got home just fine thanks to you. hope you made it home safe as well
the ice cream man: i did, dont worry. i hope i got to get rid of any bitter feelings you had. goodnight :)
I left him on seen as I placed my phone screen down beside me and looked up the ceiling.
The night I spent with Taeyong somehow felt, magical. Like Cinderella at the ball. I had a lot of fun with him and I was able to let myself be free. Surprisingly, Winwin wasnât on my mind for a second while I was with Taeyong. I only wished to continue being Cinderella for more than one night as I craved to hang out with Taeyong.
But also, the advice that Taeyong gave me continuously resonated in my head.
Maybe it wouldnât be so bad to let go after all.
On the very same night, Winwin had to face his feelings as well.
âWhatâs your real reason for going out with Haeun?â Yuta asked as he walked to the living room where Winwin was at and taking a seat beside him. Winwin took a sip of water from the cups that Yuta brought from the kitchen. âBecause I like her.â
âNowâs not the time to fuck with me, Winwin. I know itâs something else.âÂ
Winwin exhaled sharply and fighting back with a, âWhat else is there? I like Haeun, so I asked her out.â Yuta scoffed and slammed his cup down on the table, his eyes narrowed down to Winwin.
âHow long are you going to keep this up? What are you trying to do? Hide your feelings? Use Haeun to distract yourself from her? How low can you get?â
Winwin took in a deep breath and rubbed one hand down his face in frustration. âI told you. I like her as a friend.â
âNo.â Yuta replied instantly with a stern tone. âYou think I donât know you? You donât think I see you staring at her during class? Or that one time where you ranted to me about how she went out with a group of guys from our class.â Yuta got closer to Winwin and he wasnât fazed at all, determined to maintain this eyecontact that was filled to the brim with tension.
âSo? Itâs because I care for her. Are friends not suppose to do that?â Winwin retorted back, leaning in as he bored his eyes into Yutaâs.Â
 âSheâs right. You really are delusional. I donât know why I bothered trying.â Yuta downed the rest of his drink and stood up, placing the cup on the table. âWell, she told me I should just make you realise it yourself.â Yuta bent down to meet Winwinâs eye level.
âAnd you better pray that by the time you do, it wonât be too late.â
With that, Yuta grabbed his belongings and headed to the door, exiting and slamming the door shut. Winwin blinked his eyes a few times and stared at the door.
To be honest, Winwin didnât understand what just happened. A lot of questions popped up in his mind after Yuta left. What did he meant by delusional? What was he delusional about? What did he have to realise for himself? And what did she have to do with all this?Â
The longer he sat there in deep thought with analysing everything that Yuta said, Yuta was right in some way. The fact that he gets concerned for her with whatever action she did, but ended up not doing anything about it. He stared at her in class to make sure she wouldnât fall asleep. He was overprotective about her being around guys because he didnât want guy to be with her but himself and Yuta. The problem is, why did Yuta talked to him about it as if it was something else? Isnât this what you do with your friends?
Winwinâs eyes immediately darted back to the front door where he heard the shuffling of footsteps coming. He knew it was her. The moment she opened the door, one last questioned surfaced in his mind.
âWhatâs too late?â
Little by little, one ice cream date at a time, I began to get a lot more closer to Taeyong. He never lets down an ice cream date and everytime I was with him, he gave me a place where I could go away from my sufferings of my complex love situation. It was as if he gave me a way to escape. Just by being with him, I felt that I didnât need to suffer.
Our ice cream dates evolved into doing other things like exploring the city, or trying out restaurants weâve never been to before. To be honest, I would do anything if it meant being with Taeyong. He really was like my very own escape world, where I could run away from the only problem Iâm currently facing. Which was Winwin.
Since our exams were coming up, our dates naturally became centered around studying. Today was no different, going to the study cafe that weâve been to a couple of times.
We decided to sit at the corner of the cafe so that weâll be able to concentrate better. Me being the relatively smarter one, I had to tutor Taeyong. It was a good thing that he wasnât one to slack on his studies. Heâs avarage in terms of academics but he was willing to try and get better. It made it easy for me to tutor him since he would try his best to understand and stay attentive.
Though, I couldnât help but notice him stealing quick glances of me whenever I wasnât looking at him. Does he perhaps like me or something?
âI want coffee.â Taeyong groaned out, pouting cutely in front of me as he desperately asked for a break. I chuckled at his adorable nature and ruffled his hair. âA fifteen minute break, alright? Iâll buy you coffee.â
I was about to stand up from my seat when Taeyong gripped onto my wrist and sat me back down. âIâll do it myself. Do you want your favourite drink?â I smiled and nodded my head eagerly.
Taeyong rose from his seat. Before he walked off, he bent down and placed a quick peck on my cheek and ran off in a matter of seconds. Taeyong turned around and flashed his cheeky playful smile with mouthing, âThat was intentional.â
I giggled and waved a hand in the air, signalling him to turn to the cashier who was waiting for him to order. I would be lying if I said I didnât feel something after that small kiss.
Over time as our friendship grew, Taeyong became more affectionate towards me. He was a natural at it. Without me knowing, he ended up holding hands and giving each other kisses on the cheek of forehead. It made my heart race every time and he would tease me whenever I blushed. Of course I did the same to him.
A little while later he came back with the drinks, placing them on the table before taking his seat next to me.
We resumed studying till I heard the bell above the door rang, signalling that someone has came in. I didnât really care about it as the music from Taeyongâs phone played on one side of the earpiece that I wore was loud. I then however heard a very familiar voice.
Looking up, I saw Winwin and Haeun standing by the counter to order. With creases formed on my forehead with eyes that were glued to the two of them, Taeyong noticed my expression and looked at where my gaze was at. âIâm assuming thatâs the guy you like for three years?â I nodded with a defeated sigh.
âWe can go if you want. Iâm afraid itâll distract you.â Taeyong whispered. Right as I was about to reply, Winwin and Haeun turned around with their drinks as they tried finding a seat. While Winwinâs eyes scanned through the area, he made eye contact with me, causing him to give a confused look until Haeun went up to kiss his cheek and urging him to sit at the spot she found for them.
I bowed my head to greet him while Winwin did the same. I turned back to Taeyong after that awkward encounter. âItâs fine. Itâll be a hassle for us to waste time to go somewhere else.â Taeyong shrugged and nodded his head, resuming to look at the question in front of him.
We were studying for quite some time and I started to feel my adrenaline to continue studying slowly disappearing. With my chin on the palm of my hand, I tried to close my eyes to let them rest for a moment while letting out a tired sigh. Suddenly, I felt Taeyongâs hand guiding my head to rest on his shoulder.
I moved my head around to try and find a comfortable position, which ended up with my head being buried in the crook of Taeyongâs neck. I sniffed the strong scent of his perfume that I oh so adore. âYou always smell good.â I complimented.
Taeyong chuckled in response. âIâll continue to smell good if it means that youâll rest your head on me more.â I tilted my head up with my chin still resting on his shoulder as I looked up. Taeyong brought his head down to make eye contact with me, leaning in slowly and kissing my forehead ever so gently.
âGo sleep. You need some rest.â With a hand slowly snaking around my waist, I got comfortable with Taeyongâs embrace. Before I closed my eyes, I absentmindedly looked towards where Winwin was sitting. For some reason, he gave me a look of anger, with a tensed body and clenched fist on the table and eyes lit with fire. It disappeared almost instantly when Haeun called out to him, forcing him to look back at her with a wide grin.
What the fuck was she doing with Taeyong? When has she gotten so clingy with him? How are they that close in the span of a few months? Questions like these circled Winwinâs mind throughout the time he was at the study cafe with Haeun.
Oddly, he couldnât get his eyes and mind off her and Taeyong. He observed their very move closely. He felt like raging every time Taeyong even placed a finger on her. You could imagine how Winwin felt when Taeyong had his arm around her waist and her head on his shoulder.
She said they were just friends. But Winwin couldnât believe that claim at all. Friends are not so touchy like this, right? As much as he wanted to agree to that question, he couldnât. Because thatâs what heâs been doing with her as well. Being physically close while still being friends. He just never imagined sheâd do it with someone else.
Winwin knew for a fact that what he was feeling was pure jealousy. It shocked him due to how mad he could get at this.
After his study session with Haeun, he went straight back home. Realising you werenât there, he assumed you went out with Taeyong again. He rushed into his room and threw himself onto his bed, placing a pillow over his face and screaming into it.
Winwin threw the pillow beside him and huffed, looking up at the ceiling. Once again he was deep in thought as he stared at the ceiling. This time, he was fighting a war in his head as he tried his best not to admit his feelings. The pride he held to deny it. But he couldnât hold on anymore. Allowing his wall to crumble down as he came face to face with his true feelings. He decided to call Yuta to ask for help.
The moment Yuta picked up the phone, Winwin said, âOkay youâre right. I canât beat around the fucking bush anymore. I like her. I like her a lot. I denied my feelings for her because I didnât want our friendship to be at risk. I only used Haeun to get over her but I canât. Sheâs on my mind even though Iâm with Haeun.â
It took awhile for him to hear an answer from the other end of the line, only silence and breathing could be heard till Yuta responded with a, âTell her that once you get into college. Right now, sheâs probably studying hard for the high school leaving examinations. It would be best to stay out of her way and focus on your studies.â With that, Yuta hung up.
Winwin was left with his thoughts, unable to sleep till three in the morning because all he could think about was her. Whatever Yuta said the other day now made sense. Sheâs liked him for so long but she never confessed. He realised how dumb and delusional he was to not see that someone liked him right under his nose but he didnât know it, brushing it off like it meant nothing because he didnât want to admit his feelings for her. Fuck his pride and delusional ass.
As the days of the exams are coming closer than ever, Winwin tried his best to stay focus and study to the best of his abilities. Though he still couldnât get her off his mind. It wasnât the main thing he thought about but it was always hidden in the folds of his thoughts. It sometimes made him malfunction a little as well.
âSicheng are you serious?! This is basic shit I thought you know about this!â Yuta scolded as he tapped in pen on the table and pointed to the question that Winwin answered incorrectly. Yuta sighed and covered his eyes with a hand for a moment before turning to Winwin.
âYou arenât working right today. You good, bro?â Yuta asked with concern. Winwin frowned and ran a hand down his face. âIs it that bad?â
Yuta clicked his tongue and places his pen down, leaning against the table.
âYouâre one of the smartest students. Your brain works like a computer, like clockwork. Yet you just canât seem to think straight because youâre thinking of her, right?â
It took awhile for Winwin to answer before he nodded slowly and gulping. âI canât do anytning about it now. I donât want to disrupt her studies. Itâs fucking killing me...â Winwin laid his head on the table and covered himself with his arms, earning a big smack in the back by Yuta that made him jolted back up.
âLetâs forget it for awhile. Stay focus. We need to get into college, alright? Come on, letâs get something to drink before continuing.â
A year later.
I finally made it through your high school leaving examination and got accepted into the college I signed up for. Surpringly, Taeyong made it as well. Despite us having different majors, we did share a common elective for History.
âTodayâs class was fun.â I said sarcastically, waving my hands in the air lazily. Taeyong laughed and shoved his hands into his pockets. âVery.â He commented.
Today we decided to stay back and hang out in the music studio where the music majors use to record their singing etc. Taeyong promised me to play me one of the new songs he wrote.
The studio was located on the first floor of the campus and it was near the entrance as well. Basically the window of the studio showed fhe streets and people could walk by and see whoeverâs inside. Well, only if they bent because the window is half the size of a regular one due to the studio being a little lower than ground floor.
We chilled in there for awhile. With me laying on Taeyongâs lap while the two of us were on our phones. I got bored of reading the news on twitter so I turned off my put and looked out at Taeyong. âPlay your song now!â I whined. He immediately placed his phone away and looked down on me.
âOkay, okay chill!â Taeyong shouted out, leaning in to kiss my forehead. I got off his lap and allowed him to set up to play his new song.
He got inside the recording booth and told me to sit down and wear the headphones. I followed his instructions, though I was confused when he told me to press a button that would play the song but I got around that.
âCan you hear me?â Taeyong asked, placing his mouth near the microphone in front of him. I nodded and gave him a thumbs up, proceeding to press the button that would start the song.
The first few beats of the song already got my hyped up as I began to nod my head to the music while looking at Taeyong while a bright smile. He smiled back before starting to rap. I was intrigued instantly and started vibing to his voice.
As the continued on with the song, I couldnât help myself but stand up to dance. He saw me dancing and looked to me while he sang into the microphone, starting to move to the beat as well.
I laughed happily as I started to make weird movements which triggered Taeyong to fall off his rhythm a little and laugh, picking up right where he left off soon after.
Absentmindedly, I glanced sideways to the window and saw a pair of legs facing towards the window. Like I said, since the studio was a little lower than ground floor, the window only showed a small portion of the streets.
To see a pair of legs there was weird. Whoever it was, they stayed there for quite some time since I didnât see them leave until Taeyong finished the song.
Taeyong took off the headphones he had on and got out of the recording booth. âSo how was that?â
I immediately ran up to him and wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him close and placing a warm peck on his lips. âPerfect as usual, Mister Lee Taeyong.â I ran a hand through his hair and giggled with glee.
Winwinâs POV.
I stood there as I heard her laugh. The unique signature laugh that I once used to hear everyday. The one that never failed to brighten my day no matter the situation. The familiarity of it brought me home, but at the same time it brought a different feeling. A hurtful one that made my heart ache. To know that the one that made her laugh wasnât me.
I couldnât stop regretting not telling her how I feel. I planned to tell her after the exams, but life moved too quickly for the two of us and we eventually went our separate ways. A year now has passed as I still held my feelings for her close to my heart. I understood how she felt now. Not being able to tell her how I feel for a whole year. How did she survive liking me with an additional two years.
I know I canât have her back. She was able to let go of me and be together with someone that made her happy instead of the burden I made her go through. But at the very least, I hope to make her happy one last time before I disappear from her sight forever.
One night, I received a text from Winwin. Of course I still had his number because I didnât see a reason to delete it. We naturally went our separate ways due to college and all. The text said to meet him at the big tree beside our high school. I found it odd. Considering how it was ten in the night. I figured maybe he needed someone to talk to in person.
âSicheng!â I called out to him, waving my hand up in the air slightly. Winwin waved back as I took a seat next to him. âWhatâd you call me out here for? Itâs pretty late as well.â I glanced at the time on my phone before looking to Winwin.
âI asked you to come because I have something to tell you.â Winwin said, looking down and fidgeting with his thumbs. I grew nervous as I didnât know what to expect.
âUm... What is it?â I asked hesitantly, tilting my head slightly to look at his face that he hid by looking down.
After a moment of silence, he finally cleared his throat as looked up, staring deep into my eyes.
âI liked you.â He whispered.
Did I hear that correctly? I couldnât have, right?
âI really did. I liked you.â Winwin repeated himself when he realised he didnât get a reponse.
I gulped as I could only stare back in disbelief. The words I wanted to hear for years. Why did I feel different from the way I expected to react from it.
I sighed, licking my bottom lip. âItâs been so long, Sicheng. Saying it now... I donât feel anything from it anymore.â I replied reluctantly.
âI know. I just felt the need to tell you. Youâre happy with Taeyong. I understand that.â
Another moment of silence (longer silence this time) filled the air. The two of us looked up into the sky, getting lost in its darkness.
âJust wanted you to know that I did like you back in high school. I was just dumb to realise it myself.â Winwin added on with a soft laugh. The hurtful kind of laugh.
I punched him lightly in the arm, making him look at me with a surprised face. âYou really were.â I whispered.
âI actually got a dance gig at America.â
I widened my eyes as my mouth gaped open slightly. âReally?!â I gasped. He nodded.
âIt also meant that Iâm moving to America in a few days.â Winwin glanced sideway before sighing.
I placed a hand on his back, rubbing it up and down slowly. âYouâll do great there. Iâll keep in contact.â
âIâm happy I get to tell you about my feelings and talk to you before I go.â
I reached my arms out and pulled him into a hug. I suddenly hear him sobbing into my shirt, damping it a little as his sobs were muffled. I brought my hand up to his hair, caressing it gently.
âIâm happy I got to love you for once in my life. Despite it being tiring, it did make me who I am today.â
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The Takedown | Part Six
Pairing: Mob!Tom Holland x Detective Reader
Summary: NYC has a new drug lord determined to wipe out any and all competition in order to grow his empire. You're going undercover to stop him.
Warnings: Mentions of injuries, blood and weapons
Notes: Took a little break after the last part as Iâm working two jobs again, but now that Iâm settled I can go back to a part a week from now on.Â
If you enjoy this please let me know, all feedback is appreciated! :)
Catch up here: Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five
Part 6 - 1,902 Words
As soon as his men cleared out I dropped back into the seat, the pain from my arm hitting me along with the first twinges of a headache. None of the other patrons had batted an eyelid at my injury, and even now, after clearly being able to work out the situation, remained sitting at their respective seats finishing their drinks unhurriedly. The fact that this must happen so regularly for them to have a calm attitude about murder and no internal compulsion to aid the police chilled me. There was a lot more going on here than we could have imagined.
Zoey brushed past with a muttered instruction to meet her in the back. I watched her pick her way over to the door that led to the back hall, head deliberately held high as if she wasnât affected by any of this either.
I placed the bottle of vodka back behind the bar and for once I wasnât able to solidly hold back the small spark of temptation. The urge to take a sip, just enough to taste it on my lips slithered through my barrier. A deep breath and I managed to push it away.
I bundled my used napkins into the bin at the end. I hoped that when my blood was found outside the captain wouldnât press for a warrant to get in, itâd only worry him finding these in the trash. If he was quick enough that is. I knew logically the place would be wiped down long before they managed to get the DNA results back.
Grabbing my wind breaker I followed Zoeyâs path into the narrow back hall. The sconces were dim and suffused with pink light giving everything a rosy appearance. Despite what the adjoining rooms were used for the only sound was the same jazz music filtered into the bar. I passed several with ties attached to the handles before reaching the end door labelled âPrivateâ.
When I entered Zoey was pacing back and forth around the room. It took me a long second to recognise it as an office, especially as my eyes adjusted to the harsh strip lighting. The room was surprisingly bare. A lone desk with a table lamp and computer gathering a fine layer of dust was the main item. The soft leather of the chair perched behind it was still fresh and crisp as if no-one had sat in it yet. I hadnât been expecting incriminating documents to be lying about, but there was nothing. No filing cabinet, no calendar with stock delivery dates, not so much as a rogue business card. It made sense now why weâd never been able to pin anything on them. I would place a bet that the hard drive on the computer was completely clean too.
I watched the furrow between her eyes deepen before she came to a stop before me, arms tightly crossing.
âWhat the hell were you thinking?â she barked.
I sagged back against the wall as a sigh bubbled up. âI didnât have a choice. If I let him get killed then itâd be case closed.â
Lips tightening she threw me a spearing look as she stalked closer, âThatâs not what I mean and you know it. Why were you antagonising him? Youâre supposed to be âundercoverâ which means laying low.â
I pinched the bridge of my nose, closing my eyes to the critical look boring into me. I could feel my headache worsening.
âLaying low wonât work. I donât have the time to be working through the ranks, it could take years now that I know heâs set out strict guidelines for all his men.â
âThat doesnât mean you go from zero to sixty and start riling him up. Heâs dangerous.â
Annoyance flaring I straightened up, forcing her to back off. âYou think I donât know that? The whole reason I signed up for this is because heâs dangerous. We can do as much police work as we want but weâll never take him down. If I get close to him like this I can level the field with the information I gain.â
âYou can justify it as doing your part for the city all you want, but what I saw back there wasnât you, you enjoyed challenging him.â
I opened my mouth but no sound came out. Had it been that obvious? If sheâd picked up on it had he too?
âJust as I thought,â she shook her head but her features softened. I angled my face away, stepping around her to stand at the desk as heat flushed my cheeks.
âBeing undercover isnât for everyone. Itâs mentally and physically stressful. No-one would blame you if you had to back out.â I refused to turn. The sympathy of her tone cut through me.
âThere is nothing wrong with me. I can handle this case just fine.â I retorted through gritted teeth as my hackles rose. I repeated the words internally to myself. I was fine. This case wasnât getting to me.
âIâm sure you can, but at what cost?â I heard her curse under her breath as she shuffled around me to get within my line of sight again. âI canât let you endanger my case anymore.â Sheâd already signalled this when Melissa had been pulled up but it cut more now knowing she was making the decision because she couldnât trust my judgement.
âI think itâs best I let you out the back exit. A team will be here soon.â
The exit sheâd referred to was one used solely during the prohibition. It came out a street over in a back alley, the  hatch that let me up to street level was hidden by a prop dumpster light enough to be pushed out of the way even with my injured arm.
Hearing the sirens of a cruiser I circled around the streets for a while, unsure of where I was really going until I saw the steps for the Tribeca Bridge. It was still dark, not long past one now and I knew it was a risk to be out in the open especially after the events of the night but still I let my feet guide me around to The Battery and over to a stretch of the railing. The water was inky black, reflecting the lights of the city behind me but giving nothing away about its depth as it lapped at the bay. A cool breeze rippled off it stilling the sweat on my skin. Hands gripping onto the cold metal of the rails I took several deep breaths to try push away the lingering nausea floating in my stomach and fuzziness in my head.
I couldnât help but replay Zoeyâs words but I still refused to acknowledge what sheâd been saying. I may not have full control over the situation, I never expected to in a case this versatile, but I knew what I was doing. I was a detective, it was my job. For her to second guess my instincts and my training rankled me. I was and would work this case to the best of my ability and if I ever felt I was in too deep then Iâd take proper precautions.
Holland had added another to his death tally tonight, albeit indirectly, and I had no doubt the bodies would keep piling up, getting younger and younger as each side tried to recoup their loses by recruiting whoever they could to keep their âbusinessesâ going. I had to get to the heart of his operation before that became a reality.
I had gained such a valuable negotiating tool in saving his life, now I needed to take time to work out what I could exchange it for.
****
Despite closing the curtains the late morning sun had snuck in around the edges and lit the room enough to wake me. Checking my watch on the small end table it showed Iâd been asleep for six hours. My body ached as I stretched out on the thin sheets, protesting as I jerked my arm too fast. A normal day and six hours would have been heavenly, now it barely took the edge off.
Reluctantly getting out of bed I stripped it down, my bandages having soaked through to leave large spatters on the sheets. Iâd eventually managed to take a proper look at it after a scalding hot shower when Iâd got home. It had passed clean through the outer edge of my arm, missing anything critical but carving out a large chunk of tissue between the entrance and exit wounds. They were small wounds so Iâd opted against sewing them shut, simply cleaning it out with more medicinal alcohol from my first aid kit and bandaging them up with gauze pads and wrap and taking a few pain meds to take the worst of the pain away.
I bundled the sheets into the laundry basket along with my clothes from the day before, already pre-soaked and scrubbed to get the majority of the blood out. They were the only things in the basket, not enough for a full load but it made me itch thinking they still had remnants of the night before lingering on the fabric, as if washing them would make the events disappear a little.
As I thought about leaving them until after breakfast the itch grew until I finally threw on a pair of joggers and hoodie on over my nightwear and shoved the items into a bag. I trudged down to the basement, threw them on a high wash and marked the machine with my basket.
I hadnât passed anyone on the way down. From what I could tell most of the tenants in the building worked all day or just never left their apartments so we never crossed paths. Which was fine with me, it meant one less person to keep up the pretence with. However now, as I reached my landing, there was a man wandering along the hall. I made to move out of the stairwell behind him until I noticed the hesitant way he was walking.
Shifting back into the doorway I watched him pause at a door for a second before moving on. It wasnât until I caught the slight tilt to his head beneath his hood that I realised he was listening at each apartment. Unease creeping in I took time to properly assess him. Dressed in a perfectly sized hoodie and crisp jeans warning signs flared. Despite the attempt to appear casual this was someone who had spent more than the usual couple of dollars on his outfit. It was a disguise, and a bad one at that for this neighbourhood. They reached the end of the hall, stopping again outside my apartment on the right before turning to head back with a visible shake of their head. It was then I caught a glimpse of their face. Frustration swelled backed by an edge of anger that heâd turned up at my home, that heâd somehow been able to track me, I almost revealed myself but now that I could see his front I froze. His hands were shoved into the front pockets, one taking up more space than the other meaning he was holding something. I didnât need a police badge to know that the additional bulge in his pocket was a weapon.
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Deconstruction
de¡con¡struc¡tion (n.) The act of breaking something down into its separate parts in order to understand its meaning.
To Trafalgar Law, trust has never come easy.
(Or: Luffy does his thing and Law recovers.)
Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Trafalgar Law Needs A Hug, Recovery, Nakamaship, Luffy Being Luffy, Minor Canon Divergence
Set between Dressrosa and Zou but Sanji is there because the author mixed up the canon timeline woops. Content warning for references to suicidal ideation (in the context of Lawâs plan).
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The coffee is good, Trafalgar Law thinks as he follows the wood grain pattern of the Sunnyâs dining table with zero interest. His eyes itch like thereâs a sandstorm raging between cornea and lid; Law is certain theyâre swollen something fierce too, and canât bring himself to care. Fuck, his head hurts.
Another sip, and Lawâs lips twitch into a frown. Scratch that, the coffee is fantastic, and isnât that another entry on the ridiculously long list of things-to-resent-Luffy-for. Admittedly, this particular dose was administered by Strawhatâs cook. Luffy-by-proxy, then.
Never let it be said that Trafalgar D. Water Law canât be both a master strategist and a petty asshole.
Cigarette ever-present between his lips, Sanji regards him with something-like-sympathy. The look doesnât stick around, there and gone while he prepares enough food to be considered a light lunch on the Thousand Sunny, and a veritable feast anywhere else.
Sour mood or not, Law can appreciate the space heâs given. Unlike a certain someone, most Strawhats know to leave him the fuck alone when Law asks for it.
With a porcelain click, a plate is placed next to his half-empty cup of coffee: It carries a colorful assortment of cut fruits and two onigiri, perfectly shaped. The portion is small enough not to challenge the loveless marriage Law has with his appetite, and the glass of water that follows is served sans the usual snide commentary.
So much for that.
Law glowers at Sanji but the cook has already moved on to the dozen other dishes in varying stages of preparation, and to have a staring contest with Sanjiâs back would be, well, childish. And unproductive.
The past few weeks â and yes, itâs weeks and not years or decades as his overtaxed nerves will have him believe â have taught Law a great many things. How much he appreciates wonderful concepts like privacy and personal bubbles, for example, and that the Sunny is a parallel universe where those things simply do not exist.
Oh, and also that food is not to be wasted, or else.
Thus, Law doesn't. He eats, and a quiet breath makes it out of his mouth that is only partially the annoyed sigh he intended. Because the foodâs fucking delicious, and his stomach decides to stop hating him because itâs his favorite, and the headache thatâs been shadowing his every step since he woke up eases just like that. Suddenly, the mother of all emotional hangovers dims and for the first time in hours, Law can think.
Sanji smiles like he knows it, too, the bastard.
Weeks of this bullshit and heâs at his limit, defenses shot, walls badly patched up and crumbling regardless. Law blinks and groans, presses tattooed fingers to closed lids in a desperate bid for the moisture building there to fuck off already.
And heâd thought heâd cried himself into a desert just yesterday. A naĂŻve assumption to make, on a ship populated by sentimental idiots.
âLuffy finally got to you, huh?â
Oh, Law does not want to talk about it. The crux of the problem is that he wasnât raised among thieves â at least, not entirely â and with the empty plate in front of him and the pleasant tingle of caffeine in his system, politeness dictates some form of reciprocation. Bepo would be oh-so-proud of him, ifâŚ
Well. That thought is added to the pile of others he pushes far down to be able to function.
So Law mumbles, âThatâs one way to put itâ, a fleeting glance over the rim of his cup ensuring that yup, that damnable glint of kindness is back in Sanji's eye and this time it's going nowhere. Lawâs shoulders draw up so tight they might as well be made of granite, as rigid and unyielding as he wants to be. Strawhat made quick work of that illusion, too.
âListen, cookââ
âYou really think youâre the only one?â Sanji interrupts him calmly, a statement-turned-question for Lawâs sake, and Law shuts up and watches the other smoke for a few, tense seconds.
Tense for him, at least. Sanji looks like he does this every fucking day, leaning against the counter with his back straight and his legs crossed at the ankles and his words piercing past all pretense like heâs the one known to wield swords, not the other way around.
Law just gives him a look. Sanji chuckles and turns his head to blow out the smoke away from him; in return, the doctor spares him the comment about deadly habits that heâs probably heard from Chopper a thousand times anyways.
âWell, youâre not. Luffy pulled that shit with every single other person heâs decided to befriend, so weâre all â pardon the pun â on the same boat here.â
ââŚEveryone?â
Even Zoro? is the real question here, because Law can imagine pretty much every Strawhat losing it eventually (theyâre an overly emotional bunch even on a good day) but somehow his mind blanks at their first mate. And Nico Robin, while heâs at it.
Thereâs a particular sort of glee in Sanjiâs gaze, then. âEveryone. Captainâs a charming little shit, and he hates seeing someone being sad on his ship. With that fucker Mingo gone andâ, he gestures casually at Lawâs⌠everything, and Law glares, âit was only a matter of time, really.â
âI seeâ, Law says but he doesn't, not really. Even after sailing with him, fighting with him, bleeding with him, Luffy remains an enigma and ultimately unpredictable. Law taps a rhythm against the edge of the table, catches himself doing it, stops.
âI donât know how you stand it.â
What he means is the incessant laughter, the constant interruptions, the Hi Traffy! and What are you doing, Traffy? and Traffy, play with us! and Youâre funny, Traffy! â yet all he thinks of are intense brown eyes and a starburst scar and Luffyâs voice, quiet with sudden sincerity:
Don't you know? You deserve to be happy, Law.
Law misses the flippantly dismissive tone he was aiming for by a nautical mile and then some. He winces, looks away with a huff; thereâs no way Sanji can miss the rough honesty in Lawâs voice, obvious and crimson-red like a target sign, pointing to the parts of his soul left aching and raw.
All Sanji does is shrug as if to say, you get used to it, and he extinguishes his cigarette and picks up the plate and leaves the cup with a pointed look. The cook returns to his craft and just like that, Law is off the hook again.
Oh.
His coffee is cold by now but he finishes it anyway, downing the rest like a shot of liquor. Carefully, Law returns the cup to the counter next to Sanjiâs elbow, and his murmur of thanks is accepted with an easy-going smile.
Lawâs motivation to step outside and face the day is fractured and hazardously taped together at best. There is no reason to delay it any further: Itâs a miracle the galley hasnât been invaded already, especially with the smell of grilling meat wafting all over deck at this point. Law will take whatever his pitiful sense of luck will grant him.
That is, until he taps his hat in parting, opens the door and promptly stumbles over Monkey D. Luffy, captain of the Strawhat Pirates and recently-assigned commander of an extensive fleet, as he loses balance and rolls into the room with a dumbfounded look of surprise on his face. Law stares as it is swiftly replaced by a delighted smile.
âOh, hey Traâ!â
With a flash of blue and the dull flop of a book on wood, Law disappears.
*
The sun is dipping towards the horizon and painting everything in vibrant reds and gold when Law decides to stop avoiding Luffy.
Itâs a bizarre amalgamation of factors that leads up to it: Nico Robinâs look of mild curiosity as he appears in the library without warning; the fact Law has already dug up and read every book that is even tangentially related to any of his interests (and those that arenât, too); a rare sense of yearning to feel the wind on his face and to watch the sea as she tosses and turns playfully against the Sunnyâs hullâ
The sea is out there, however, and so is Luffy, and were his self-control to slip any further, Law would shudder with the nervous energy that tingles in his veins at the thought.
The truth is that Luffy is brilliant. Perhaps not book smart like Law or as mechanically gifted as his shipwright or his sniper â people and emotions, thatâs what Strawhat Luffy knows better than anyone, and itâs fucking terrifying. By his own design, Law is more lies and deceit and meticulous strategy than he is a person; itâs what carried him from being a child-beyond-death all the way to Dressrosa, the island-that-would-be-his-grave. Itâs the one element that didnât change in a plan he revised and adapted a million times over the years.
And then Law shambled Luffy out of the air and Luffy smiled at him and they set sail again and there, with all escape routes barricated by endless blue, the man dedicated a whole week of his life to go look for whatâs left of Trafalgar Law in the aftermath and just... No.
A real shame that the ally he chose turned out to be allergic to plans. And common sense, and doing things in reasonable amounts, andâ He sighs, a tired little noise that is lost to the uncaring backs of countless books.
Yeah, this is getting ridiculous.
Thousand Sunny can rarely be described as quiet by any definition. Stepping out on the quarterdeck, Law is met with the idle cries of sea gulls high above and the fluttering of the gaff sail as it turns to catch a lazy breeze. The sight of a napping swordsman, a sun-bathing model, and a skeleton delicately partaking in afternoon tea with a reindeer really shouldnât register as anything other than bat-shit insane. He finds himself immediately losing parts of the habitual scowl he keeps on his face, and once again he has to wonder what kind of forbidden magic the Strawhats wield to simply do that.
No matter. With steady hands, Law tucks the tips of his hair under his hat â itâs gotten rather long, without Penguin around to cut it â and makes his way across deck, side-stepping Zoroâs comfortable sprawl with an ease born of practice.
The same ease with which he ignores the mumbled comment of âFucking finallyâ, as much as it makes his stomach churn. The notion that everyone on the ship knows is not a comforting one.
Your crew is waiting for you! Are you gonna give up on them, too?!
You donât know shit about my crew, Strawhat!
Then again, a screaming match between two captains in the small hours of the night can hardly be categorized as âstealthyâ.
Framed by the sun, Luffy is a proud silhouette atop the figurehead of his ship. His legs are crossed, hands hooked under his shins as if to limit the amount of excited twitching to be done; boundless energy slips through the cracks like the glow of a firefly held between two hands. Law huffs a breath, shakes his head. A botched attempt at holding back but an attempt nonetheless. He can respect that, at least.
The unwritten agreement among the Strawhats is that this spot, itâs Luffyâs and Luffyâs alone. The man claims no other luxury on his own ship â which contains a captainâs cabin, Law checked with the cyborg on that, itâs just that itâs used for storage because Luffy-bro doesnât like sleeping alone, you know? â and there hasnât yet been a situation which required contesting that.
Thus, Law hesitates just outside the invisible circle drawn around the Sunnyâs wooden mane. And, while thereâs little doubt the other can track his approach, he knows he owes him for the tactical retreat earlier in the day.
âLuffy.â
Lawâs tone is neutral, expression marginally softened by the clear relief in Luffyâs reply of âTraffy!â that comes with a glance over his shoulder. The grin that follows may be the only predictable thing about the guy, and Law canât find it in himself to begrudge him for that.
âCome up, come up! I wanna show you something.â
For once, he walks instead of using Room. Thereâs nothing to replace himself with up there except for Luffyâs hat, and (the expected outcome of his big plan aside) Law doesnât actually have a death wish. Step by step, Sunnyâs head reveals a breathtaking view that only a handful of people have seen: From end to end, the line between sky and ocean disappears in the purple-pink swirls of twilight and a world that stretches on to infinity below their feet. Up here, a universe of possibility is within reach for those courageous enough to try.
No wonder Luffy adores it so much.
Law sits next to him with as much grace as he can muster, one knee pulled close to his chest and disregarding the painful twinge from his side where the nerves of his arm have yet to fully reconnect. His gaze remains on the horizon for a while longer, soaking up the sight befitting of a king.
âSo thatâs why youâre always up here.â
âHuh? Oh, yeah! Itâs cool, right?â Luffy snickers, patting the polished wood under them like one would a well-behaved dog. Or lion, in this case. âSunnyâs the best. But thatâs not it. Look!â
Law throws him a measured glance to see what he means and gets stuck on the scrap of paper cradled in Luffyâs hand with care, inching straight ahead. âNami says weâre getting closeâ, Luffy tells him, voice radiating warmth and giddy anticipation in equal shares. âI can't wait to see them all again!â
Bepo (Bear), it says in Lawâs own writing, with a miniscule scribble of the Heart Pirates symbol next to it.
âThatâs...â
His train of thought is derailed by the sudden longing wrapping around his heart, there and impossible to push aside. Law misses his crew, misses Bepoâs stupid apologies and Ikkakuâs stern reprimands and the hopeless blush Penguin and Shachi share when a woman merely acknowledges their presence. In hindsight, the months without them seem unbearably lonely, bleak and shadowed without the cozy togetherness of his family and the comforting hum of the Polar Tang all around him.
To Law, giving that Vivre Card to the Strawhats was the last bit of reassurance he needed to make his plan a reality â a wordless promise for them to find his crew and tell them it worked, perhaps some final words, if he got lucky enough to utter them. Now, after, it takes all his resolve not to snatch the precious paper away and never let it out of sight ever again.
He snaps himself out of it in time to stay exactly where he is, opening his mouth without the faintest idea where to begin putting it all into words, but by that point Luffy is already showing him his palm, offering Law everything he holds dear without asking anything in return or even a shred of hesitation.
A captain without a crew is sad and lost. Donât you know? You deserve to be happy, Law.
In that moment, it doesnât matter how vulnerable and exposed he felt the night before or that Luffy sawâ Law takes the Vivre Card back and holds it up to his eyes, barely blinking as the paper wriggles impatiently between his thumb and index, surrounded by the tender colors of dusk.
âI... When? Tomorrow? The day after?â
âTomorrowâ, Luffy nods and itâs the tone he makes promises with, filled with determination and the courage to dream. He leans back on his hands, says, âTold ya weâll take you homeâ, the smile on Luffyâs lips now soft with fondness.
It's an unfamiliar comfort, to watch the sun disappear knowing dawn carries with it a brighter future. For the first time in years, excitement bubbles warmly in Law's chest. Humming, he quietly admits, âYeah, you did.â
Then Law laughs, rusty and a little awkward, and feels freer than he ever has.
#one piece#trafalgar d. law#monkey d. luffy#fanfiction#lawlu#one piece fanfiction#i just want law to be happy.......#this fic is also on AO3!#my stuff
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