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imaginemrvel · 3 years

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Dresses and Promises | Simu Liu

Pairing: Simu Liu x Female Reader

Summary: Simu made a promise to not let you trip over at the London Premiere, but you can’t help feeling like you’re ruining his big night.

Word Count: 2.5k (9 mins reading time avg.)

Warnings: fluff, implies smut (but nothing happens of the sort), kissing

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“Okay so my one aim during all of this is to not let you trip over…” His voice trailed off as he smiled adoringly at you. You were minutes away from arriving at the premiere and you’d explained your current existential crisis four times to your husband.

“Simu honey,” Your hand rested on top of his as you tried your hardest not to tell the driver to drop you back off to the hotel so you could get this dress off of yourself, curl up in the bed sheets, grab the nearest tub of ice cream and watch all the episodes of Gilmore Girls back to back.

You sighed as your husband tried his hardest not to let laughter escape his lips, seeing as an angry you was a very dangerous you. “I’m wearing heels and my dress has a very long trail and it is going to get caught at one point, I can feel it.” Simu tilted his head at you, flipping his hand over and intertwining his fingers with yours.

“Darling, you’re going to speak it into existence. Stop worrying about it and it won’t happen.” You rolled your eyes, your shoulders slumping.

“But I wasn’t worrying about it when we left our room and I nearly fell remember?” He nodded his head, a smile on his lips. “Don’t you laugh.” You said warningly, as a small chuckle left his pursed lips to which a similar one broke out of yours. “Baby, you’re going to be fine. I’m here and I won’t let you fall over, I promise.”

You sighed once more, accepting that was the best he could do right now. The car began to slow down and cameras outside were beginning to click in unison. But Simu noticed your defeated stance and instantly knew that you were already regretting wearing the dress you currently had on. Yet he leaned over and pressed a kiss to your lips.

“You look beautiful.” He mumbled as he slowly pulled away from you, squeezing your hand. You’d lost count how many times Simu called you beautiful over the years you’d dated and had been married to him, but the effect those words had on you never lessened. The butterflies you had when he first called you beautiful still erupted in your stomach every single time since then.

“Thank you.” You whispered to him and he smiled, sending a little wink your way with it. After noticing you’d been in the parked car for an increasing amount of time, Simu exited the vehicle to which his entrance brought on cheers from hundreds of fans surrounding the carpet and cameras shuttering at every angle.

He rushed over to the other side of the car, opening the door and holding out his hand to which you graciously accepted, stepping cautiously out of the vehicle and watching where your heels stepped before you’d even set them down. God, this is like playing a game of chess.

Simu looked down with you, guiding you to where your dress would fall behind and your feet would land first to which he did an amazing job at. The security guard shut the door after you’d exited the vehicle and the chauffeur drove the car away, exposing you and Simu to the great crowd of fans, who were mostly dressed in costume.

“Wow.” You muttered, smiling and waving to as many fans as you could.

“Wow indeed.” You looked to Simu, the bright overhead lights casting an ethereal glow on his skin, he looked like an angel but it wasn’t long before your husband looked back down at you, glancing over your face. Your skin was as smooth as butter under the lights and it didn’t escape his attention how your eyes glimmered like every spec of colour in them was a star of the Earth.

You broke out of your trance when your attention diverted to the men and women behind the big flashy cameras that, with no doubt in your mind, costed thousands of dollars. They began shouting for Simu to look their way. It was only then that you realised the setup of the premiere and you were in awe of how real this finally was.

You’d only been hearing about it through the words of your husband and rumours on the internet, but to see it with your own eyes and on big billboards across the scape, the newfound love and appreciation for your lover pooled into your heart, it was overwhelming to say the least.

“I think they’re ready to chop our heads off if you don’t get over there right now.” Simu chuckled, nodding his head. You looped your arm through his, bending your knees ever so slightly to push the trail of your dress behind you and as your attention slowly drifted away from where you were walking, Simu’s free hand suddenly grasped your hand that was wrapped around his arm.

“Watch your step darling.”

And it’d been like that all evening. You’d been growing increasingly worried that someone would step on your trail and cause you to fall over or that your heels would get caught somewhere or that your dress would get caught underneath someone’s shoe seeing as the wind wasn’t helping in any way either. Along with worrying, you’d even grown increasingly frustrated with yourself that you were asking for way too much help from Simu and weren’t letting him enjoy his premiere, so you’d stopped asking him for help almost an hour ago and you hadn’t regretted anything more.

“Y/N?” You whisked around with a smile on your face and your smile only widened when you saw equally as bright smiles on three lovely ladies before you, Michelle, Fala, and Meng’er. “Oh my, you guys look absolutely incredible.” You gave each of them a long and lingering hug, taking in their appearances.

“But look at you!” You tilted your head as your eyes softened at Fala’s compliment and a smile arose on your lips. “Thank you, but congratulations on the movie. I think I’m seeing it tonight, I’m so excited. It better meet my expectations.” You said with a playful tone in your voice to which Michelle replied.

“It’s going to exceed your expectations.” You chuckled, “is that so? We shall see, we shall see.” The three ladies chuckled with you and you all conversed with each other a little longer before you felt a warm hand rest on your waist, you knew who it was instantly.

You looked up and saw Simu smiling at the ladies before looking down at you with a sparkle in his eyes, “can I steal you for a moment?” Silently obeying, you excused yourself from the group and picked your dress up off the ground, as he followed you to where he wanted you to go.

Where Simu guided you was a lot more secluded since there were now only a few people jogging back and forth with clipboards in their hands and mics in their ears. “How’re you doing?” You turned your attention to the man in front of you, he had his hands in his pockets as you intertwined your fingers with each other, fidgeting away. There was a part of you that was worried he was mad.

“Yeah I’m okay..” There was a slight pause before you returned the question, yet he didn’t answer it. His eyebrows furrowed, he was thinking about how you seemed entirely too distracted for him to let it slide or dismiss it as nothing. “Simu?” You clicked your fingers to try and grab his attention but it didn’t seem to work.

He removed his hands from his pockets and wrapped his arms around your waist, instantly pulling you closer to him with the outward gesture. You were startled to say the least but you didn’t resist it. You rested both of your hands on his chest, drawing shapes on the part of his chest that was bare as an attempt to avoid eye contact.

He was looking down at you with the tiniest smile playing on his lips, when you were in his arms, there was nothing around him that mattered to him anymore, it was only you and him in that moment and if he could, he would keep it that way forever.

“What’s up with you?” He mumbled, as if he was saying it to himself but you were so close to him in that moment that there was nothing he could’ve muttered that you wouldn’t have heard a part of.

“Nothing.”

“Then why aren’t you looking at me right now?”

You bit your lip to stop a smile breaking out on your face, it always slipped your mind just how much Simu could read you, you’d bet your entire life savings that he knew you better than you knew yourself.

“Because… I… don’t want to.” You wanted to laugh at your pathetic attempt of an excuse but you stopped it as much as you could. “Because you don’t want to?” He repeated with breathy chuckles escaping with every word, his chest raised underneath the touch of your fingers as he stifled his laughter.

You chuckled, your head falling forward to his chest as a wholehearted laugh left his lips. “That is one of the worst things you’ve said to me and it’s still one of the funniest.” You shook your head against his skin, your cheeks tinting pink as you finally moved your head back and looked up at him.

“I don’t know okay? I don’t know.” You answered honestly with a smile on your face, he looked down at you and into your eyes. “That’s better.” You sighed, exhaling through your nose.

“Now what’s really going on? Because…” His voice trailed as he removed one hand from the small of your back, his right hand, his eyes flickering to his hand before he set it back on your body and flicked his eyes back to yours.

“You haven’t asked me for help in 56 minutes.” You crooked your head at him as if you couldn’t believe what you were hearing. “You’re keeping count now?” He nodded confidently, a bright smile on his lips.

“I’m okay honey.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“Well you should believe me.”

“But I don’t.”

“Well that’s not my fault is it?”

“It is if you’re lying.”

You opened your mouth to respond but shut it moments after. There was no point in hiding it from him, you knew he’d figure it out either way, hell he probably already had. “I- I just feel like I’m ruining your premiere that’s all.”

“You’re kidding right?”

“Yeah totally.” You chuckled as did he, but he tightened his arms around your waist, your back slightly arching with the lack of proximity between you and your husband. Before he could speak, you did.

“If I were you, I’d be so irritated with me right now or at least slightly pissed off, this is your big night and my stupid dress is just-”

The rest of your words came out in mumbles when Simu’s hand covered your mouth, he laughed once more whilst you rolled your eyes, making sure you wouldn’t burst out with more words, cautiously removing his hand.

“I’m not irritated or pissed off Y/N.” Your eyes softened at his words, your gaze fell back to his chest but he tilted your head up with a finger under your chin. “But do you know what I actually am?”

“What’s that?” You questioned quietly and softly.

“Your husband. And if I promised you that I wouldn’t let you fall over, that is what I’m going to do.”

“That’s like a trivial thing, it should be in sickness or in health, like our vows.” Your eyebrows raised as you added on to your initial sentence. “Yes but I’m not your husband only when taking care of you when you’re sick or when you’re healthy, I’m your husband for every little thing in between.”

A smile crept on to your lips as you listened to every word he said with intent, he truly meant every little bit of it. It was evident in the way he spoke to you.

“Do I ever tell you how much I love you?” You rested your arms on his shoulders, gently wrapping them around his neck, snaking your fingers through his hair.

“Everyday.” He replied with a loving smile.

“That is so not enough.” You whispered, tiptoeing a little, your eyes fluttering close as you planted the softest kiss on his lips. He pushed your hair back behind your ear in order to rest his hand on the side of your face, tilting it up so the kiss could continue.

The one thing that had changed, the only thing, was your body’s reaction to the kisses you and Simu shared. At first, your limbs would shake and your heart would beat erratically at the feeling of your lips being connected but now, it was calming. Your heartbeat would slow down, your body would enter a state of serenity, as if amongst all the chaos of the outside world, he was your anchor.

You felt loved at every given moment you were with him.

Once your lips parted from his, your eyes opened back up very slowly as did your husband’s. There was a slight smirk on his face as he pulled you completely into him, your arms were wrapped around his neck as you embraced each other.

Turning your head to the side, you left a lipstick stain on his neck from where you just kissed his bare skin, smiling at the sight of it. “I love you.” He mumbled, his head buried in the crook of your neck, his jaw inching as he spoke.

“My husband huh? How did I get so lucky?” You whispered, knowing he heard it when you felt his lips connect with your skin, your head tilting back at how good it felt. He left another before you both realised you had to get back out there, seeing as people would start questioning where you’d disappeared to all of a sudden.

You looped your arm through his, similarly to how you did at the start of the premiere. You were careful to make sure your heels didn’t get caught on your dress. “I know you want to get out of this dress as soon as possible but…”

You looked to Simu, waiting for him to finish his sentence. He looked over your body before looking back up to meet your eyes.

“…I’m taking it off of you tonight.”

Your body warmed up at his words and what he was most definitely hinting at, you looked to the floor but back up at him moments after.

“Behave my love then you shall receive.”

He smiled at you, maintaining the eye contact for as long as he could before diverting his attention to a fan that was calling his name.

And you knew neither of you could wait to get back to the hotel.

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skylarmoon71 · 3 years

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Bumblebee (Extra)

"Nothing exciting ever happens here, it's so damn boring. " your friend complained. You were sure if she knew half of what you did, she'd be thankful for the boring days.

"By the way, Mr. Henderson got a new assistant, I heard he's a real cutie, maybe we can get you a boyfriend."

"I'm not interested. " you didn't care for anyone but Bumblebee. Just the thought of him had you smiling. You opened your locker, switching books. "You keep saying that. Do you have a secret I should know about?" she raised a brow.

"Quit playing, it's nothing like that. I'm just interested in someone else already."

"I know, that's what you always say, when can I meet your mystery crush."

"It's a long distance thing, so who knows when." she just looked unimpressed. If you say so (Y/N)."

You kept walking, still chatting with your friend. Someone coming out hurriedly from a door in front of you made you backtrack. The male spun around, almost knocking into you. The frantic way in which he moved indicated that maybe he was looking for someone. When his brown eyes locked unto you, his smile got brighter.

He was decked down in a pair of slacks and a button up white shirt. The dark hair matched his pretty eyes. You weren't sure if he was a student of part of the faculty. You barely paid much mind to people other than the ones you conversed with on a regular basis.

"(Y/N)!" the excitement on the man's face was unnerving. What threw you completely off is his voice. It sounded exactly like the one in your dream that time with Bee. Your cheeks color, and you take some more steps back. "W-Who are you?" You can tell he wants to talk, but his eyes move to your friend.

"I'm uhhh, well that's a good question I'm.."

He's not really forming sentences, or making much sense. Your friend however is gushing.

"No need to get bashful, I can tell when I'm being a third wheel. See ya (Y/N)!" Her enthusiasm is high as she completely abandons you with this strange boy.

"She likes sushi!!" she calls, right before she's gone, all the way around the corner. You know she doesn't suspect that this guy is in any way harmful, but you don't have the same level of trust. The last guy that ran into you like this turned out to be a psychotic Decepticon hellbent on assassinating you. You aren't ready to replay that record anytime soon. You keep the distance between the both of you, watching him wearily.

"Listen, I don't know who you are, but this place is packed with people. There's no way you'd risk getting caught here." you're on the defense. But at least this time you're not alone in the building.

"What? Wait no no, I'm not a Decepticon (Y/N)." some more students buzz by, a few girls sending the male a little smile and wink. He doesn't even seem to register it. His focus is completely on you.

"I know I look different like this but I-" He takes a step forward, and you move back. He raises his hand to assure you there's no need to be afraid.

"It's me (Y/N). Bumblebee." You don't really believe at first, but when the quick glimmer of blue rushes over his orbs, you gasp in surprise. That look, the one he'd given so many times when you were just lounging around, There was no mistaking it.

"Bee..." He smiles in relief, rushing over and pulling you into his arms. He picks you up, spinning you around laughing, and you clutch unto him unprepared, letting out a small squeal.

"B-But how did you.." You just saw him this morning and he in no way looked like this.

"I'll tell you everything."

This was about to be one hell of a story.

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The next few hours feel like torture. You're so anxious for school to let out so you can talk to Bee, who you found out was the assistant mentioned earlier. The entire day he spent practically at your side when he wasn't working. You were still adjusting to the fact that he was walking around in your school. Another shocker was his ease carrying out the job. Being an advanced robot probably helped a lot in that department. The ringing of the final bell goes off, and before you can seek out Bumblebee, he's already found you.

"(Y/N)!!" His call directs a lot of female attention in your spot, and you avert your eyes. There were no doubt a few bitter girls. Bumblebee catches up, taking your hand into his. The smile he sends you banishes the stares you once felt, and he guided you out the school doors. Out of earshot of the other students, Bumblebee goes on a full on rant.

"This is so awesome! I never thought being human was this incredible, of course humans are amazing. Not as amazing as you of course (Y/N). You guys do some much down here although you're so tiny. Doesn't it get tiring being this small. And the girls at your school are really curious too, they kept asking so many questions. "

They were definitely hitting on him.

"I'm just so happy to be able to be with you like this. When Optimus first told me about it I was so skeptical, but look at me, I'm human!" his yell earned a weird look from a passer by, and you pulled him off to the side.

"M-Maybe don't say stuff like that in the open okay Bee." he looks at the woman who just walked by, giving a little smile and wave. She just keeps walking forward.

"Huh, thought humans liked it when you waved." he looks down at his hand to maybe inspect it to see if he did it wrong, and you just watch him. Parts of this still barely made sense, but you had to admit, the human version of Bumblebee was almost as cute as the autobot one. He still held that innocence and curiosity.

"Hey Bee, If you're here, who's' with Sam?"

"Oh, Ironhide. He said being human is overrated. He's gonna be Sam's ride for a while. I can still transform you know, wanna see!" you shake your head.

"N-Not here!" he blinks. "Oh, right right. Good call." just like that he's grinning again.

"I'm so glad I can hold hands with you like this." he takes your hand softly in his, and you do love the warmth it gives off. It's the same way you always feel around him.

"Let's get back to my house." Maybe when you're in your own environment you'd be able to question him freely.

The moment you step through your door you fully expect your mother to be there. Because for once, you're able to show her the boy you've been madly in love with for months. But you meet nothing but silence. "Mom?" you enter, and Bumblebee follows close behind. When you make out the note stuck to the fridge you sigh.

"Hey sweetheart, I have an overnight shift. There's money for pizza on the table when you get hungry. Enjoy!"

Figures.

"Hey Bee, can you come here for a second?"

"Yep!" He's by your side in seconds, and you pull out your phone, switching the camera.

"I just wanna take a picture to send to my mom. I was kind of hoping she'd be here, but she has to work late today. Say cheese." he turns to the camera and as you're about to snap the picture, he presses a kiss to your cheeks. You blush, a bit unprepared. The camera snaps it and you lower your hand, looking at him shyly. He just returns it with a cheeky smile. His eyes move down to the picture. "I love it." he mutters.

Although you know this is Bumblebee, to you it's still a bit strange. As a human, it almost feels like he's a different person. A lot more forward about everything. His eyes shift in your direction as you make your mini assessment, and something flickers in his brown orbs.

The minute they zero in on your lips, you take a step back lowering your head as you tuck the phone into your pocket. You start a trip to your room, and Bumblebee trails behind. The silence that follows has you a bit unnerved, so you decided now is as good a time as any to find out how it all came about.

"W-Well how about you tell me how this all happened Bee."

"Yeah.." His answer sounds distracted, and you peep to the side to read his expression as you're walking up the stairs. Upon entering your room, you open the door for him to step in. He does, closing it as he enters. His eyes dart from one side to the next, and the excitement returns tenfold. His eyes shine an electric blue, and you can only guess it's a lapse of control because he's so eager to see and understand it all.

"Your room is amazing!! " To you it isn't that great. There's a few posters on the walls of your favorite bands and artists. Your desk with all your school equipment and some little nicks and knacks to the side. The bed is situated a bit closer to the window that gives you a view of the neighborhood below.

"Thank you Bee."

His enthusiasm is so adorable, and it just reminds you why you adore the Autobot. He moves closer to the bed, poking the soft surface. "I-Is it alright if I sit down?" You nod.

"Of course Bee, make yourself at home." He's grinning, flopping back on the bed with a little cheer, and you giggle.

"Awesome!!"

"For you I guess this is all brand new. You guys don't exactly sleep like the rest of us. "

That and his adjusted size, you probably would have a similar reaction if you were in his shoes.

"I'm glad you like it." You placed your bag down, taking a seat on the bed. Bumblebee sat upright, shifting closer to you, and you just titled your head with a smile.

"What?"

"Nothing, I'm just really happy that we're this close."

There he goes again, saying stuff like that to make your insides flutter in the most heavenly way.

His body is now facing you, and you can practically feel the pull he's giving off as he looks at you. He bits his lower lip, and you can hear the small breath he takes as he begins to lean in. You pull back, standing and wringing your hands. "A-Are you hungry? We should get something to eat. '' you try to take a step to the door.

"Why do you do that?" you freeze in place. Bumblebee stands, and the hurt that he expresses causes your heart to constrict. He looks down at his palm as if searching for something.

"I thought if I looked like this it would bring us closer, but it seems to have done the exact opposite. Am I not appealing to you as a human?"

You rush over to him shaking your head. "Of course not Bee, you'd never be unappealing to me no matter how you look. Autobot or human, I love you regardless." As the words leave your lips, you become still. Neither of you have really said that particular word yet. You look away bashfully.

"I love you too (Y/N), so much."

He doesn't even need to say the words, you already know. Nevertheless, you love hearing it.

He takes your hands in his, and the warmth is familiar.

"Then why do you keep running from me?"

You need to explain, but it's just so embarrassing. The red that graces your cheeks only adds to Bumblebee's puzzle.

"Bee...do you remember when I kept avoiding you that week." His brows knit in utter confusion now. What did that have to do with anything. Truth be told he rather not remember. Because it was a tough week for him.

He was so convinced that he'd done something to tarnish your friendship, but he had no idea what it was. That's what drove him crazy. "I remember." He answers tightly.

"It wasn't because of anything you did, and I should have explained it all that day I was just so embarrassed about it all so I tried to deal with it on my own but I just made everything worse."

"I don't understand, what did you try to deal with?"

"Bee, I had a dirty dream about you."

"Dirty?" Oh how you wish you didn't have to explain that concept to him.

"A sexual dream." you clarified.

He stilled. "Sexual.." His brain seems to be computing the meaning behind the words. When he does, you can see the way his eyes become wide.

"B-But w-what I-I was still an h-how did you...I-I.." you cover your face.

"I-I'm sorry!!" you're mortified. "N-No it's fine I just never thought that you felt that way. For so long too." He sounds almost in awe. There were so many questions whirling in his mind. He knew since that day that he followed you to the warehouse that something was different. The way he felt about you was not the same as Sam or even Mikaela.

"(Y/N), how long have you...been in love with me?" He really needs an answer. It's important.

"I think..since that day that you touched me.."

Your hand moves to your cheek, the memory of it all rushing back. There was a light in his eyes that just struck you and nothing had been the same.

Bumblebee stands, and as he approaches, you kind of want to run. Not because you're scared, but the emotion that is revealed to you, it's so prominent, strong and almost raw. His hand reaches out, sliding against your cheek. You only manage one syllable before he claims your lips. A short sound leaves your lips, and his free hand secures around your waist, pulling you flush to his form. The sudden movement causes your hands to flatten on his chest. Your body is slowly but surely catching up with what's happening, and you grip at his shirt, letting out a moan.

"Bee.."

He doesn't relent. The eager kisses feel as though he's been deprived of the opportunity for centuries. Bumblebee's hold is firm, soft, loving. Your melting just by the sensations that travel through your body. He is pretty good at this. He slowly backs you up, and you fall ungracefully unto the bed. He barely processes it. Because his lips still have you captive. One of his hands press into the mattress, and the other links with your own, fingers entangled. This very moment, you pray that'll never end. He finally pulls back to regain his breath, and you're also fighting to get yours. You're both heaving, and you grin at him. He smiles back, pecking your lips.

"I'm really going to enjoy being human."

There's no doubt about that.

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whereforarthur · 4 years

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The Green-Eyed Monster: Part 1

Requested by @slutforthegubes: smut fic that's mgg x female reader, maybe something where he is on set of a movie and he has to film a sex scene and she gets really jealous. then they go back to his trailer and have some rough sexy times.

A/N: This is my first time ever writing smut so hopefully you guys enjoy and this is also my first request! And please let me know what you think and if there were any warnings I forgot to mention also going to post a part 2 later in the week since this one got away from me and is already at 2k words.

Taglist: @slutforthegubes

Requests are open!

Category: SMUT (NSFW)

Couple: Matthew Gray Gubler x Girlfriend!reader

Warnings: Smut, cursing, chocking, degradation, oral sex, penetration, Daddy kink.

Word Count: 2,018

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“Jealousy is all the fun you think they had.”

- Erica Jong

You loved whenever Matthew invited you to set for Criminal Minds especially when it was for the episodes that he directed. Those were his favorite, you loved to watch his eyes light up as he told the actors what emotions they should be expressing for this particularly scene and when he told the cameraman to pan the camera down as the actress wept and fell to her knees. You loved to see your boyfriend in his nature element, he was born to be an actor and you were there to support him in every single acting job and adventure that he embarked on.

But this, you did not love to see.

Matthew had just invited you on set for a Netflix movie called Horse Girl that he had a small role in, you loved to see him work so of course you agreed to go with him, without even knowing what scene he was about to make you watch.

He knew you were the jealous type, right, RIGHT?

You knew the struggles of maintaining a relationship among actors, you being one yourself, but after 3 years of dating you had gotten use to the crazed teenager fan girls for the one and only Dr. Spencer Reid. Though you never experienced the feeling of jealously whenever you visited him on Criminal Minds because Spencer didn’t have many sexy scenes that you could have gotten jealous from.

But this ohhh, you had the slightest of inklings that Matthew knew exactly what he was doing when he invited you to set that day. You knew that he wanted to watch you squirm. Push your buttons to where you were at the point of walking off the set, but your legs betrayed you as you couldn’t help but watch the scene that unfolded in front of you.

That chain, That Stupid Fucking CHAIN

He just had to wear it to set that day. You watched it dangle back and forth as he relentlessly pounded into Alison Brie, his co-star, a sight that you were accustomed to. (Although it was always you that he was pounding into not some actresses) You would usually tug on it as he pounded into YOU, curses slipping from your lips as you felt his fingers rub circles on your clit, begging you to “come for daddy” which you did like the good girl you were for him.

You think that that’s what pissed you off most about watching the sex scene. The thought that you should be the only one to see him like this, the only one privileged enough to watch him as he experienced euphoria, the only one able to make him come undone.

You couldn’t stop yourself from raking your eyes up and down his shirtless torso, a sight that you swore you could never get enough of. You lifted your eyes back up to look at his face, loving the way his stubble perfectly accentuated his chiseled jawline. The one that you would tease him about, telling him that he was like a work of art, joking that his jawline was sculpted by Michelangelo himself. And those lips that you told him were gifts from Aphrodite herself.

You adored this man

As soon as the director yelled “CUT” you smiled gently at Matthew and gave him two thumbs to tell him that he did a great job, too good of a job in your opinion. You turned on your heels away from the sound stage and began to walk to Matthews trailer.

You were ashamed of yourself for getting jealous from his acting but also by the fact that you were extremely turned on right now. To the point where you could feel your arousal through the thin fabric of your leggings. You began to mumble curses at yourself as soon as you entered the trailer, slamming the door shut behind you. How were you going to explain yourself to Matthew when he asked you why you practically ran away from set?

Oh, I’m sorry that I”m acting like the spoiled little brat that I truly am

I’m the only one you should be destroying, not her

Not Her

Knocking you out of your thoughts, was a gentle hand being placed on your shoulder, who you immediately recognized as your loving boyfriend Matthew. Which only made you feel worse about running off of set. You turned to face him, your cheeks flushed from both embarrassment and arousal, you couldn’t place the look on his face, but as soon as your saw his plump lips turn into a smirk and you locked eyes with him. You saw how dilated his pupils were, you knew exactly how he felt.

Turned on

It was like you two didn’t even have to communicate with words, because just with a couple of seconds of staring into each other's eyes you knew exactly what was in store for you.

You began to choke slightly as he applied just the right amount of pressure against your throat as he pushed your front against the trailer door. Releasing his grip on your throat, he raked his hands up and down your torso till they landed on the curve of your hips.

“Jealousy is an ugly color on you” he whispered in your ear as he roughly thrust his impressive bulge into your backside leaving you a whimpering mess as he bought one of his hands up from your hip back to your throat, squeezing tightly exactly like he knew you loved.

“Do you know how embarrassing it was for me to see you run off of set, getting questioned by Alison, wondering why you didn’t want to meet her,” he began to shout into your ear, tears beginning to prick at your eyes as his hold on your neck tightened. You couldn’t even muster out a response (even though you knew that whatever you said wouldn’t dissuade him from giving you the punishment that he had in store for you) before he spoke again.

“No, of course you don’t because you were just acting like the selfless, fucking brat that you are! Isn’t that right y/n...” Wanting you to respond he softened the grip on your throat just enough so you could whimper out those words.

“Yes, daddy”

“Good girl at least you know how much of a fucking brat you are.” He lowered his voice this time now gently saying this into your ear as he bought his right hand up from its position holding your hips in place to stroke your hair before he removed the hand from your throat to spin you around so that you were now facing him.

He began to wipe the few tears that fell from your eyes and gave you a gentle peck on your lips raking his eyes up and down your body with concern, making sure you were okay before he continued his assault.

“Now are you going to be a good girl for daddy or am I’m going to have to punish you” he simply stated as he made direct eye contact with a glimmer of lust and darkness in his eyes.

“I will be a good girl for daddy” you gladly said back to him. Even though you did love his punishments. Right now all you wanted to do was worship this man, to tell him that no other women could make him feel as good as you did.

“Good choice princess, now why don’t you get on your knees and put that pretty little mouth to good use.”

Before the last word even came out of his mouth you were on your knees massaging the outline of his cock through the fabric of his jeans. Licking your lips you could feel how hard he was, which turned you on even more.

He began to undo his belt before you even got the chance to, you are way to entranced in stoking him through his jeans. As soon as he got his belt undone he tossed it behind him, not having a care in the world where it landed.

You helped him push his pants down to his ankles not caring right now about taking them off.

You brought one hand up to grip his shaft while the other one was pressed against his thighs. You licked your lips once again before you began to kitten lick the tip of his cock, the grunts that fell from his lips were the only thing you needed to hear from him that told you that you were doing a good job.

As soon as you brought your mouth directly on his tip, finished with teasing him and licking up his pre-cum, his hand was on the back of your head making a makeshift ponytail with your hair.

He roughly forced you to take him down his throat, clearly fed up with your teasing. Which only allowed you to moan against his length as you began to choke on his cock. He released the hold on your head slightly as you began to bob your head up and down his length, stroking whatever length couldn’t fit into your mouth.

You opened up your eyes to gauge his reaction and a moan fell from your lips when you were might with the sight of sweat beading on his forehead as he threw his head back in pure bliss. Another moan fell from his lips as you gagged on his cock. He bit down on his lips in between every moan. He was absolutely breathtaking.

Matthew began to set his own pace as he began to thrust into your mouth, you slacked your jaw to allow him to fit better and rested both of your hands against his thighs. Your eyes met as he threw his hand forward to look at you, a whimpering mess with tears streaming down your face and spit running down your chin. But to him, it was one of the most beautiful sights he had ever seen. Upon making eye contact with more groans fell from his mouth, and the grip on the back of your head tightened, signaling to you that he was close.

“Now that’s my good girl letting daddy fuck himself with that pretty, little mouth.” With every word muttered he thrust deeper into your mouth hitting the back of your throat every time.

But before he came Matthew pulled you off of his cock, grabbing your hands from their position previously gripping his thighs which left crescent shape marks at which he giggled at.

As you stood up wobbling a little bit from the numbness of your legs after being dormant for so long, he held you in place as you wiped the spit from your chin. When you were finished cleaning your face up, he once again brought one of his hands up to rest against your neck, like the necklace that you could never leave home without. He roughly kissed you with so much dominance and passion.

You were aggressively making out, you let him win the battle of your tongue's fight for dominance as his hands made their way behind your knees as he picked you up and sat down on the little couch that the trailer had.

Since you were straddled on his lap you began to grind your clothed pussy against his bare cock, moans began to fall from both your mouths as you threw your head back a slight giggle falling from your lips of how good this felt.

Before you could even try to get yourself off he gripped your hips holding them in place and stopped your grinding. A whimper fell from your lips as you pouted, which would have normal pissed him off but with how turned on he was now he couldn’t even think of punishing you.

He brought your lips back up to his and muttered into between kisses that you were both wearing too many clothes and that if you were going to cum it was going to be with his cock buried deep inside of you and when he commanded you to.

Part 2 coming soon!!!

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Blame Me - Chapter 1

Fandom: The Walking Dead

Specified gender: Female

Word Count: 4.3K

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x reader,

TW: canon typical violence, canon divergence, gore, mention of past major character death, zombies, a lot of time skips

Genre: Horror ig?

Series: Blame Me

Requests: CLOSED

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A/N: (Y/N) isn’t in this chapter much but she will be soon! This is my first time writing for the walking dead, so I know Daryl is probably out of character. Constructive criticism is always appreciated :) Send me a DM or an ask if you want to be tagged! Enjoy!

When Daryl found out about what they'd done to Merle on that rooftop - left him for dead- he was livid. Merle was no angel, that was for damn sure, but that was still his brother, and they just left him there. And when they got there, and Merle was gone, with nothing left but a hand he'd had to hack off himself? It felt like his world was crashing around him. He couldn't do this. Not again. Then this new sheriff asshole had the nerve to tell him to calm down. Fuck that. He couldn't lose his brother, not him too. But Daryl couldn't seem to catch a break, and suddenly they'd lost half their camp, taken a failed trip to the CDC (that almost cost them their lives - again), and Sophia had gone missing. He was sick and fucking tired of losing people. Maybe that's why he was so hellbent on finding a little girl that wasn't even his. They'd set up a little camp on the edge of some old guy called Hershel's farm, but Daryl didn't want to get too close. He had this awful feeling creeping up his spine, something was gonna go wrong. Someone was gonna die. He couldn't take the blame again. So he stayed away. Set up his own tent, his own fire, Merle's bike parked up against a tree, animals on a line. Just like the old hunting trips he used to take with his brother. Sometimes she'd come, but it wasn't her thing. She'd been keeping him company so far. Even if she wasn't really here. Daryl was so focused on skinning a squirrel that he didn't even hear Carol creeping over. She still had remnants of tears tracked down her face, but they'd been long dried.

"Daryl?" Carol's meek voice broke through the silence, and Daryl looked up briefly a grunt of recognition leaving his throat. She sat down next to him on the log he was perched on "Thank you for everything you've done for Sophia. Her own daddy would have never done the same."

She'd thanked him twice already. He found her doll, not Sophia. As much as he wishes he had. Damn near died for it too, since the throbbing pain in his side liked to remind him

"Only found her doll," He mumbled, glancing over quickly. Carol nodded and gave him a small smile.

"Well, that's just one step closer isn't it?" She replied but she got no response except the famous Dixon stare. He wasn't much of a talker. He was just glad she understood that. They sat there for a few minutes, watching the fire, surrounded by the comfortable silence until Carol looked over to watch as Daryl skinned another squirrel, and a little glimmer on his hand caught her eye. "Hey, what's that?"

"What're you talkin' 'bout?" He huffed out, putting the squirrel to one side, and stabbing the knife into the log beside him, finally giving her the proper response she'd been asking for. Carol reached out and took Daryl's hand, examining it, ignoring the blood on his hands. He'd be surprised if she wasn't used to it by now. But she was right. On his ring finger was a silver band. Just plain and simple. Very Daryl. He snatched his hand back the second he realised what she was talking about. Carol was grinning at him, a tender look in her eyes. God damn that woman for being so observant. Though truly, they'd been in the same group for months and none of them ever noticed, so how observant could she really be? "Shut up."

"You're married?" Carol still had that grin on her face, and though her look was tender, there was a hint of sadness in her eyes. His girl wasn't with him. And while he hadn't fully accepted the fact she could be dead, he had accepted the fact that his chances of ever seeing her again were slim. Especially since it'd been so long.

"Worn ma ring whole time and you ain't never noticed?" Daryl shot back, more defensive than he'd like to have been. He didn't like being snappy with Carol, but, as anyone would have assumed, the topic was a touchy one.

"You and Merle were always off somewhere, or sitting miles away from us. Can't blame me for that," She replied, and to be fair, she wasn't exactly wrong. There was a pregnant pause, where Carol was trying to figure out what she should say. Could he even tell her? He didn't want no pity, but damn, talking about his girl, the memories? Talking to someone who wasn't Merle about her. Maybe it'd be nice. Or maybe not. "What happened to her?"

There was that silence again. The pause weighed heavy on both of them. Daryl took a deep breath and looked over at her. Fuck it. If there was anyone he could tell, anyone he could trust, it was Carol.

"Weren't nothin' bad. Didn't feel it then. Merle and me, we was goin' on 'nother huntin' trip. Ma girl only came sometimes. Weren't her thing. She was goin' to visit her ma, gave me this damn thang," He picked up a battery-powered video recorder from by his foot that Carol hadn't even seen. Yeah, maybe he was wrong about the whole observant thing. The corner of his lips twitched upwards as he opened it. "Said, 'just so you don't forget me'. I told her we'd only be gone two weeks," his fingers fiddled with the buttons, and he grew quiet, clicking onto one of the videos, but not playing yet. "Dead started risin' a week later. The ring and these dumb videos are all I have left right now."

Carol watched him as he talked, seeing the blank expression on his face warp into sadness, as he played with the video recorder, the way his eyes flickered over to his ring every now and again. He didn't think he'd been this vulnerable since he'd last seen his girl.

"She must have been really special to put up with someone like you," She teased, trying to make him a little more comfortable, nudging his shoulder. He smirked, finally looking away from the recorder.

"Yeah, she was," Daryl stated simply, before pressing play on the video.

"The hell you doin', woman?" Daryl's gruff voice sounded from behind the camera, as it spun around to reveal Daryl and a girl, maybe a year younger than him, with (H/C) loose and wild, as she danced around a kitchen. There was loud laughter behind the camera, Merle had been a dick when he found the recorder and kept filming them (he knew Daryl hated it). Lord knows he was thanking that asshole for filming it now. Merle said something in his southern drawl that Carol couldn't quite understand, but by the scowl that appeared on Daryl's face in the video, he clearly heard it. The girl beside him let out a chuckle and suddenly launched at Daryl, clinging to his arm as she bounced on her toes. Daryl lowered his glare to her, but Carol saw his eyes soften slightly. Merle spun the camera around to face him and made some raucous comment about christening the new house while he was away before the camera spun back around. It ended a second later, with Daryl swearing at Merle and using his hand to block the camera, and the girl let out a loud laugh.

Carol was smiling at the camera until she looked over at Daryl and saw a hardened look on his face. Damn those emotions of his.

"What was her name?" She whispered, scared if she spoke too loud, he'd crack.

"(Y/N)" were Daryl's final words, before he picked up the recorder, crossbow, his knife and his half skinned squirrel and moved into his tent, zipping it behind it.

His girl always knew what to do. Knew how to help. She was a leader, even if she liked to deny it. She'd know exactly what to do. Shane was a damn idiot, and Daryl knew she would have dealt with him already, rather than fucking about as Rick had. When Shane threw the barn doors open, letting all them damn walkers out, despite the whole groups' protests, he knew right there that his girl would have dealt with him. And when Sophia came trailing out, pale and cold, white-eyed, dirty with a bloody chunk missing from her shoulder, she would have known exactly what to do. But instead, he was the one catching Carol and watching as Rick put a bullet between her eyes. Daryl's girl would have known exactly what to do. But she wasn't there. As much as he wished she was. He was the one who comforted Carol and tried to help. But, equally, he was also the one who threw blame in her face and screamed at her. She didn't deserve that. No way in hell. But, he didn't know what to do. His girl would've.

"There ain't nothing out here but mosquitoes and ants," They'd only left Rick, Glenn and Maggie two hours ago, but Daryl was already starting to question his decision. He forgot how much his brother liked to run his mouth, and his hunger didn't help calm the situation much either.

"Patience, little brother. Sooner or later, a squirrel is bound to scurry across your path," Merle responded, stood over by the tree to have a piss.

"Even so, that ain't much food," Daryl kept his eyes trained on his surroundings. There'd been more than a few walkers sneaking up on them recently, and he was starting to get paranoid that it was the beginning of a herd.

"More than nothing," That asshole really have to choose now to go all quiet? All his damn brother did was talk.

"I'd have better luck going through one of them houses we passed back on the turnoff," Daryl observed, looking over in the direction of the turnoff as Merle zipped himself up and walked over. He had that shit-eating, condescending look on his face. Great.

"Is that what your new friends taught you? Hmm? How to loot for booty? You gotten real quiet since y'all left me on that dead infested rooftop in Atlanta. Them prison pussies soften you up?" Merle teased, looking over at his little brother with an amused look in his eyes. Daryl just snarled slightly, looking back in the direction of the street. "Oh, cmon now, can't be givin' ol' Merle the cold shoulder after all the shit we just went through."

"Man, fuck off," Daryl hissed back, glaring up at his brother. His side was throbbing with what he suspected was a broken rib, or at the very least bruised, after Merle's kicking and punching back in the arena. Merle narrowed his eyes in response, walking over and giving Daryl a light shove.

"What? Ya forget about how I took care of ya? Now ya spent some time with Officer Friendly and you're suddenly too good for ya brother?" He snapped, raising his eyebrows. Daryl huffed and straightened his back.

"Just lay off, Merle. There are walkers crawlin' 'round and ya runnin' ya mouth like a damn fool," he shot back, making a point to keep his voice low. Merle only let out one of his loud raucous laughs, causing Daryl to advance quickly.

"Easy, little brother. Ya lookin' like ya might pop a vein if ya keep gettin' pissed like that," Daryl didn't say anything, just stared back at him, the famous Dixon glare returning. "It's the Dixon's back together again, ain't it a good thang?"

"Not all the Dixons," The younger Dixon grumbled, pulling his crossbow up as a familiar growling filled the air, and a walker stumbled out from behind a tree. A quick pull of the trigger and the damn thing was on the floor, bolt between his eyes. Merle watched him for a second, watched the flash of anger and sadness in his eyes.

"Ya ever find 'er?" He asked quietly, as his brother walked over and pulled the bolt from the fuckers head. Daryl glanced up at him, holding his gaze for a minute before starting to walk again.

"Man, we've been at it for hours. Why don't we find a stream, try to look for some fish?"

"I think you're just trying to lead me back to the road, man. Get me over to that prison," Merle scoffed. Damn it. He knew his brother'd put up a fight but he didn't think he'd pick it up so quickly. Then again, his brother was an idiot, but he wasn't stupid.

"They got shelter. Food. A pot to piss in. Might not be a bad idea," Yeah, and the rest of his family. And his video recorder.

"If ya gonna try and lead me back to that prison, you could at least answer my damn question, baby brother," Merle stated, noticing how Daryl's shoulders tensed slightly. There was silence, apart from the occasional rustling of trees, which made the brothers look around, never letting their guard down despite the conversation.

"Naw. She was up in South Carolina before these bastards starting comin'. Knew I weren't gonna find her here. Doubt she came back," Was his response, but apparently, that was enough for Merle. For now at least.

"C'mon let's go hook some fish," And with that Merle was steaming ahead, leaving Daryl in place. He let out a sigh and spat on the ground before trailing after the elder Dixon.

But of course, they had to save someone else's asses, nearly getting themselves killed in the process. And of course, Merle wanted to rob this poor family. They had a baby for Christ's sake! "The shit you doing, pointing that thing at me?" Merle raged, once they got a good distance from the group they'd just rescued.

"They were scared, man," Daryl reasoned, narrowing his eyes for what felt like the millionth time.

"They were rude is what they were. Rude and they owed us a token of gratitude," God, if his girl were here, she would have knocked his teeth out by now. She loved Merle and cared about him, but they clashed heads more than he and Daryl did. And damn that was a high number.

"They didn't owe us nothing," he shot back, looking back in that direction, even though the red car the group had been in were long gone

"You helpin' people out of the goodness of your heart? Even though you might die doing it? Is that something your Sheriff Rick taught you?" Merle said with a cold laugh, interrupted halfway through with Daryl's comment of "There was a baby!". Merle couldn't help but think that his brother had gone soft. "Oh, otherwise you would have just left them to the biters, then"

"Man, I went back for you. You weren't there. I didn't cut off your hand, neither. You did that. Way before they locked you up on that roof. You asked for it!"

"You know-- you know what's funny to me? You and Sheriff Rick are like this now. Right?" Merle crossed his fingers in front of Daryl's face, only aggravating the hunter further. " I bet you a penny and a fiddle of gold that you never told him that we were planning on robbing that camp blind. I told you that that woman had made you soft. Hell, ya got married just ta make her happy. Dixons don't need no one but each other!"

"Ya leave ma girl out of this, ya hear? Besides, it didn't happen," Daryl growled, voice dangerously low to the point that even Merle knew he truly should drop his sister-in-law out of the discussion.

"Yeah, it didn't 'cause I wasn't there to help you."

"What, like when we were kids, huh? Who left who then?" Daryl hadn't really meant to say it. He hadn't. But once it was out, the air set on fire, and both brothers were seeing red.

"What? Huh? Is that why I lost my hand?"Merle retaliated, pointing and getting right into Daryl's face, knowing how much it got under his skin.

"You lost your hand 'cause you're a simpleminded piece of shit!" Daryl turned his back, moving to pick up his backpack from the floor when Merle lunged forward, gripping the fabric off his shoulders.

"Yeah? You don't know-!" A sharp tug, and a loud rip and Merle's words caught in his throat. Silence filled the air, as the raised and discoloured markings down Daryl's back presented themselves to the world. Some of them were from hunts, or from accidents in the apocalypse, but some, Merle recognised them too damn well from his own time spent with their daddy. Once Daryl had fully clocked what had just happened, he pulled the shirt back up as much as he could and slung his bag over the top. That was it. He'd had enough. " I- I didn't know he was-"

"Yeah, he did. He did the same to you. That's why ya left first," Daryl answered sharply, not turning back to look at him. Merle just shook his head.

"I had to, man. I would have killed him otherwise," Daryl only chuckled humourlessly, and set off in the opposite direction, only turning back when Merle added, "Where you going?"

"Back where I belong," Was Daryl's reply, not even noticing he'd started to spin his ring with his thumb at his side. Old habits.

"I can't go with you. I tried to kill that black bitch. Damn near killed the Chinese kid," Merle tried to reason, but Daryl could only scoff in response. Classic Merle.

"He's Korean," He stated simply.

"Whatever. Doesn't matter, man. I just can't go with you, "Merle pulled a face, and for a split second, Daryl felt guilty. But he was an asshole. If he decided to come, then so be it, but if he decided to stay behind, good riddance.

"You know, I may be the one walking away... but you're the one that's leaving- again."

"What's goin' on that brain baby brother?" Merle asked, leaning in the doorway to the cellblock, slightly alarmed to be sat quietly at the top of the stairway, where his sleeping bag was, spaced out. Normally, he'd be pacing or cleaning that stupid crossbow for the thousandth time. But no, he was dead still. Dead quiet. The others were out and about. Most of them were in the yard, clearing out the walkers that Axel had stupidly let in when he opened the gate. Michonne, Rick and Carl had gone out on a run to their home town for weapons against the governor fucker. And Daryl, Merle and Little Asskicker (who Daryl had found out had been named Judith, but Little Asskicker seemed more appropriate) had been left alone in the cellblock. Rick trusted Daryl enough to keep her safe from Merle.

"Ya really think she made me soft?" Daryl pondered out loud, holding Little Asskicker close to him, as he started rocking her slightly. Merle laughed, waving his metal attachment around dramatically.

"This place's 'bout to go crashin' to the ground, and you're thinkin' about your lady?"Merle wasn't a man of affection, Daryl knew that pretty well, but he also knew when he was deflecting. Merle talked about (Y/N) sure, but only briefly. Since the brothers and his girl got separated in the beginning, they both steered clear of long conversations about her. Daryl just stared Merle down, until he let out a huff, and took a few slow steps into the cellblock. "She made ya soft, ain't gonna lie ta ya. Even you can't deny that, little brother. Never said it was an entirely bad thing."

"She made me better. Never really know what she saw in me, but whatever it was, I'm glad she did," Daryl's lips twitched upwards, as he looked down at Little Asskicker. His girl would love her. She'd love Carl too. Hell, she would love everyone. She would've kept things calm.

"Look, I'm an old redneck asshole, but that girl o' yours is the best damn thing that ever happened to ya. Ya ever find her again, you don't let her go, hear me?" He didn't miss the commanding tone in Merle's voice and part of him wanted to laugh at it. Been a long time since he'd heard that tone. Daryl just nodded. "Ya still got that video recorder witcha?"

Daryl nodded, before jerking his head towards the little pile of stuff besides his sleeping bag. Merle climbed past him, careful not to knock the baby, and picked it up. He sat next to his brother, and for a second it was awkward. They hadn't been this close in years. Not like this. But when Merle opened up the camera and clicked on one of the videos, the awkwardness dissipated.

It took a second for the camera to come into focus, as the blazing Georgia sun reflected off the lens. Once it came into focus, Merle was once again filming the couple. Daryl and (Y/N) were stood in a little lake and both of them were just washing dirt and dried animal blood from their arms and legs, chatting too quietly for the camera to pick up. Merle mumbled something behind the camera about "being too fuckin' absorbed in their own world", when suddenly a laughter-filled scream tore through the peace, as Daryl sent a massive splash in (Y/N)'s direction. She was giggling but giving him a playful glare, the famous Dixon glare. He let out a loud laugh as she tried to push him into the water with little success, until he stepped back and lost his footing, pulling them both under the water. The camera shook as Merle let out a roar of a laugh, stumbling forward towards the water, as the pair came up, both sat on their asses in the shallow water. (Y/N) looked over to Merle, beaming with that smile that made Daryl's heartache, but flipped him the bird when she realised he was filming, shouting "asshole" at him. Daryl just chuckled and pulled her into him, no longer giving a shit about the camera, and kissed her, which they were both smiling into. Merle then said something childish like "horny kids" or something before the video ended, with Daryl and (Y/N)'s foreheads pressed together.

"She's something special ain't she?" Daryl said, through a voice that was thicker than he wished it to be, looking down at Little Asskicker with a sad smile.

"Hell yeah, she was."

Daryl didn't know how much more he could take. The prison had fallen, and they'd taken Beth. He swore he'd protect her. Swore to himself, swore to the memory of Hershel, swore to Maggie. And he still lost her. And when the group of assholes found him sat in the middle of the street, practically walker bait, he was starting to get desperate. He'd do almost anything at this point, he was so lost. His brother was gone now too. He couldn't even rely on that asshole. The one and only thing he'd been able to grab to remember his family was that fucking video recorder. But he'd found Rick, Carl, Michonne. And while he wished he could've found everyone, he was more than happy to have found the kid most of all. Though, he couldn't deny the anguish that filled him when he saw no sign of Little Asskicker and a sombre look on their faces when he asked I think it was safe to say that Rick was going off the deep end again. The man ripped a guys jugular out with his fucking teeth! After everything, Daryl honestly couldn't blame him, but last time Carl nearly lost who he was because of it. That couldn't happen again. Despite it all, they kept walking, and walking and walking, along the train tracks to this place Terminus. 'Sanctuary for all'. Somehow he found that hard to believe. But maybe he would be surprised. Maybe it would be a sanctuary. Maybe they could take a break for once. Yeah. As far as Daryl was concerned, it wasn't damn likely.

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Stay Strong, Alex (Part 2)

Part 1

Part 3

The next day, (Y/n) runs into CatCo to find Kara.

"Kara. Hi," (Y/n) says, walking up to Kara.

"(Y/n)," Kara says in a monotone voice. "Everything okay?"

"Yeah, I was just looking for Alex. I was wondering if she checked in with you?"

"Didn't you crash at her place last night?" Kara asks and (Y/n) turns to meet Kara's emerald gaze.

"She said she was going to catch up with you but she never came back," (Y/n) replies, her eyes glimmering with worry. "What, did she not stay with you?"

"She never caught up with me," Kara says. "Maybe she went to the DEO."

"Kara, Winn said she didn't check in last night or report this morning," (Y/n) tells her girlfriend's sister.

"Huh . . ." Kara says softly and then her phone rings. "Ah. Mystery solved."

(Y/n) lets out a sigh of relief as Kara answers her phone, but her fear spikes again when Kara's eyes widen with horror.

Kara's phone dings and (Y/n) steps forward to look at the screen and sees a picture of an unconscious Alex lying on the floor.

. . .

Alex lifts her head off the floor, dazed, her head pounding.

She gets to her feet, swaying uncertainly.

Alex glances up at the camera and her gaze flickers in and out.

"Hello," she calls and electricity buzzes all around her.

Alex breathes heavily and presses her hands the glass, trying to peer through the darkness.

"Hello," she calls again, stepping back into the middle of the stone cage.

Alex pounds against the glass and then looks back up to the camera. "I knew I recognized you from the elevator," she says, looking a little scared. "I know who you are. The people that I work with, they will find me."

Alex's heart aches when she thinks of (Y/n) - who was probably worried sick about her - and Kara, her beloved sister - who she had looked after for so long.

"And when they do, you will be in a world of hurt," Alex says, her tone growing more and more furious. "So, I am giving you one chance. Free me, now," the silence is starting to spook Alex a little. "When I get out of here, I will end you!" she yells finally.

She slams her hands against the glass again, trying to find a way out of her prison.

. . .

Back at the DEO, there is a meeting going on, trying to find the person who took Alex.

"The person on the call who says they kidnapped Alex, what exactly did they say on the call?" J'oon asks.

"He said he would kill Alex if I didn't break Peter Thompson out of Albatross Bay," Kara says and (Y/n) looks down at the table she was sitting at, her eyes wide with shock and fear. "He said he knows Kara Danvers is Supergirl. He's targeting Alex because she's my sister."

"This might be stating the obvious here, but why don't we just spring Peter Thompson and bring Alex home?" Mon-El asks.

"The DEO does not negotiate with terrorists," J'oon tells the Daxomite.

"But this is Alex," Mon-El argues.

"If we do this once, we'll open the floodgates. Every bad guy will know Supergirl can be controlled."

"And even if we do what he wants," (Y/n) says softly. This was the first time she had spoke since she learned of Alex's disappearance. "It doesn't guarantee he'll release her. She's his insurance."

"All right, people, let's get to work!" J'oon says.

The meeting disperses and J'oon walks over to Winn. "Winn, any luck with Alex's subdermal tracker?

"No, it's been offline since 10:00 last night," Winn replies. "Whoever took her must have found some way to power it down."

Mon-El rests his hand on Kara's elbow as the Kryptonian begins to look more fearful.

"Where are we triangulating the signal from the phone calls?" J'oon asks.

As soon a Winn speaks, (Y/n) runs her hands through her disheveled hair and after a moment, rests her head in her hands, "We're nowhere. The caller used four different arrays to scramble the signal. You guys, listen," Winn continues, looking back at Alex's girlfriend and sister, "we gotta move."

"All right, let's start with what we do know," J'oon says, returning to the table. "If this guy knows your Supergirl, we use that to our advantage."

"That's gotta be a short list," Mon-El says quickly, turning to Kara. "Who knows your secret?"

"Jeremiah, Eliza, Clark, the DEO . . ." Kara pauses, as though thinking, " . . . Lillian Luthor."

"Does Peter Thompson have ties with CADUMS?" (Y/n) asks Winn.

"No, I already checked. There's nothing," Winn answers.

"Then you're asking the wrong question," (Y/n) says, her cop brain running on steroids at this point. "We don't know where Alex was taken, so we need to find out what Peter Thompson's connection with our kidnapper is."

. . .

(Y/n), Kara and J'oon walk into the prison.

"Mr. Thompson," J'oon flashes his FBI badge. "Hank Henshaw, FBI. This is Detective (L/n) from NCPD, and Ms. Danvers from CatCo Magazine."

"The feds, a pig, and a journo," Thompson says, looking between the three. "To what do I owe this confusing pleasure?" he asks.

(Y/n) - in cop mode now - throws a manilla folder on the table between Thompson and J'oon. "Your jacket's a thrilling read. Three home invasions, two DUIs, two counts of felony murder."

"You all didn't come down here just to flatter me, did you?" Thompson asks, meeting (Y/n)'s (E/c) eyes. (Y/n) takes a breath, "This morning, we got a call from an anonymous source, asking that you be released from prison."

"Someone wants me out of jail?" Thompson laughs. "Not used to that. People usually want to keep me behind bars."

"A life sentence can't be all that easy," J'oon says, "being in here all by yourself. You ever keep in contact with anyone on the outside?" he questions.

"Just last week," Thompson replies, "Mr. JC Penney sent me a letter. He said there was a sale on galoshes." Kara's eyes burn and she steps forward as Thompson continues. "It's just that I don't have anywhere to wear them."

Kara slams her fist onto the metal table, startling (Y/n) a little. "Enough!" she orders. "My sister's been kidnapped, and her life is on the line until we find out who wants you out of prison."

"Ms. Danvers . . ." J'oon says warningly.

"So save us the sarcasm! Who is it? Who has her?"

"Calm down," (Y/n) says, her voice equally as warning as J'oon's and she places a hand on Kara's arm.

"Who has my sister?" Kara yells, ignoring (Y/n) and J'oon.

"I don't know," Thompson says, meeting Kara's furious gaze.

"You're lying," Kara says angrily, her eyes narrowing.

"He's not," J'oon says. "We're done here."

The officer pulls Thompson to his feet and leads the fugitive out of the interrogation room.

"Why'd you let him go?" Kara asks J'oon.

"Because I read his mind," the Martian answers. "He's telling the truth." J'oon gets up from the table.

"Losing control is not gonna help us find Alex faster," (Y/n) tells the superhero. "It's only going to get her killed."

Kara stares at (Y/n) for a moment, and then her phone rings. "Winn," she says, sounding almost defeated.

. . .

Kara lands outside a house and busts down the door.

"Alex! Alex!" she yells as she runs through the house.

Sticking her head in one of the rooms, Kara sees a set of computer screens with Alex projected on them.

"Alex. Alex!" Kara says softly, walking up the screens. "Alex!"

"She can't hear you, Kara," comes a voice and Kara turns around to see a blonde man standing in the doorway.

"Rick?" Kara asks in disbelief.

"Jeez, I haven't seen you since graduation," is Rick's reply. "You look great."

Kara's eyes blaze and she grabs Rick, lifting him off the ground. "Where's my sister?" she demands.

"You break my father out of prison yet?" Rick asks, his teeth clenched.

"You know I can't do that," Kara murmurs.

"Can't or won't?" Rick questions.

Kara throws Rick back into a wall with a grunt.

"Tell me where she is," Kara growls.

That's not how this works," Rick answers. "Now, why don't you try and play nice, Kara?" he asks. "You were always the nice one."

Kara sighs, a hardened look on her face.

"Just let me talk to her," Kara breathes, looking over her shoulder at her sister on the monitors.

"Well, if that gets you to play ball, then I'm happy to help," Rick says, sliding around Kara to type on the keyboard.

The monitor chimes.

"Alex!" Kara croaks. "Alex!"

"Kara, is that you?" Alex calls. "Rick Malverne from Midvale, he kidnapped me!" Alex places her hand on the glass, facing the camera.

"I know," Kara replies. "I'm with him right now. Are you okay? Where are you?"

"My tracker. Can you use my tracker?" Alex asks, and Kara can hear the frantic tone of her sister's voice.

"It's not working. We don't know -" Rick cuts Kara off.

"Okay, that's enough of a reunion, I think," Rick says.

"No, wait," Kara says.

Rick sighs, "It's simple. She's told you she's okay. And now we trade my father for Alex."

"Your father is a murderer," Kara retorts.

"Manslaughter-er," Rick corrects.

"Tell me where she is," Kara demands again.

"Tick, tock. Tick, tock."

Kara's eyes burn red from her building heat-vision and Rick leans closer, "oh, wow, it's even cooler up close. You hurt me, you'll never find her. And she'll die. Slowly."

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— beach confessions.

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warning(s): mentions of struggles with self-esteem

notes: words in [ ] represent the editors’ comments added in post-production; words in bold represent those spoken in english!!

summary: juliet opens up during the beach confession activity on ateez treasure film.

a/n: watching this episode made me super teary :’) i hope you like this one! thank you for reading and feel free to leave feedback and/or chat with me!! have a nice day!! 💕💕

you can watch the episode here!

On one of their last nights in Sydney, the production team takes ATEEZ to the beach for a team mission they titled “Be bold enough to be blamed”, where they are to be honest with each other and confess to their blunders.

“Let’s listen to what each other has to say, no holding grudges, though!” Wooyoung says to them.

“No holding grudges!” Hongjoong agrees passionately before saying, “Forgive whatever each other confesses!” with Wooyoung in unison.

Juliet laughs. “Life is all about forgiveness,” she jokes, to which the leader turns on her and nods approvingly. [The maknae’s wise words]

“That’s right.”

She ponders over what to confess as she gazes out to the shoreline. It’s truly a beautiful night, the beach isn’t too crowded due to the late hour and the moon illuminates the waves. From where she is currently standing on the platform leading to the beach, she can still see the glimmering lights of the Sydney skyline.

Off-camera, the staff asked her to go first seeing that she is the youngest, but she was so nervous that Jongho volunteered to go instead. Juliet gives him a grateful smile and a gentle squeeze of his hand before he walks down the stairs from the platform and down to the designated spot on the beach, where more staff members are waiting with their filming equipment.

Jongho starts his confession off by asking them to scream for five seconds. Surprisingly, most of the members oblige without giving it a second thought. To her right, Seonghwa looks on in bewilderment. “Why are we doing this?” he murmurs, causing Juliet to giggle and elbow him softly.

“As the youngest member!” Jongho starts, but Wooyoung chimes in before he can continue.

“Come again?”

The youngest member laughs, already able to picture Jongho’s frustrated face. [ㅋㅋㅋ Wooyoung is funny] She is not disappointed when he angrily yells back a “Listen carefully!” in response, and the members dissolve into a fit of laughter at his cute reaction.

Despite the hilarious beginning, the rest of the youngest male’s confession takes a serious turn as he admits to having trouble expressing his feelings, as well as thanking the group for embracing this trait of his regardless.

Without realising, tears start forming in Juliet’s eyes as she listens to his heartfelt words. As the maknaes, Jongho is her partner in crime and a silent support, always there to encourage her. Despite his confession, she thinks that his company and friendship mean more to her than he can ever imagine.

When Jongho finishes, she reaches up to dab at her eyes gingerly with the sleeve of her sweater while the others shout praises, also clearly touched from his words.

Seonghwa cranes his head to find the maknae already wiping away her tears. “Oh no, she’s already crying,” he coos, arm reaching around to pull Juliet into a half-hug and rubbing her shoulder comfortingly. [Jongho’s touching words makes Juliet cry] This attracts the attention of the other members and the staff, and Juliet waves a hand in front of her face to signal to the latter that she’s okay and that the filming can continue.

“Aigoo, don’t cry, Julie,” Yunho, who is standing to her left, says as he strokes her hair. “There’s still eight of us left, you’ll be sobbing mess by the end,” he teases lightly.

Yeosang goes next, followed by Wooyoung, who confesses to being the one who didn’t do the dishes after eating ramen, prompting shouts of protest from the members.

“This is not cool!”

“So it really was you!”

Yunho leans on the railings. “Hey! You were the first one who got mad!”

Juliet smiles fondly, remember the chaos that ensued that night as they all debated on the culprit as no one had stepped forward to confess. At the time, it did cause some slight tension because someone had to have done it, and everyone was frustrated that no one was admitting to it. But looking back years later, it was a memory that the nine of them alone shared, no matter how many times they recount the story over their lifetimes.

She watches in relative silence during Mingi, Yunho and San’s turns, only bursting into giggles when the tallest member divulges that he accidentally kicked Mingi’s laptop the day before, causing the rapper to roar with halfhearted outrage.

However, the tears make a reappearance when San talks about his low self-esteem and thanks the members for their constant encouragement and affirmation. It genuinely pains her to see San, or any of the others, for that matter, to think of themselves poorly, because she couldn’t imagine any other people to share this journey with.

“You’re the best!” she yells with all her might, hoping he feels her sincerity.

The staff decides that she will go after Seonghwa and before Hongjoong. When Seonghwa’s turn ends, she races down the beach to give him a hug after his sentimental sharing. The eldest hands her the white flag printed with ATEEZ’s logo that each member had been holding during their confessions before running back to the others.

“Members! Can you hear me?” she yells as she waves the flag enthusiastically upon realising that they are further away from her than she had thought.

“Juliet! Please don’t cry!” San call out to her.

“If you cry, we’ll cry too!” Mingi adds.

“No promises!” she responds, laughing nervously and taking a deep breath. “I know it can feel weird having only one girl as your member, so I’m really sorry if my addition to the group has made any of you feel uncomfortable. I don’t think I’ve ever told you guys this, but I always worry that I’m going to affect ATEEZ negatively and be a burden to you...” [The youngest opens up about her deepest feelings]

More tears spring to Juliet’s eyes once the words leave her lips, and she pauses to wipe away her tears. A staff member discreetly passes her a tissue off-camera. [Don’t cry, Juliet...ㅠㅠ] She’s kept such feelings buried for a long time, not knowing how to approach this topic with the boys and not wanting them to feel bad for her.

But she’s seen the comments—comments saying that her addition to ATEEZ will only drag the group down, like how they wouldn’t be able to be nominated for any boy group categories at award shows as ATEEZ isn’t a boy group for as long as she is in the group.

Reading those comments hurt. A lot. Juliet knows that the boys are aware of them, and she also knows that they do their best to shield her from seeing them. But if there’s one thing she’s learnt from being an idol, it’s that no matter how hard people—your company, your members, your family and friends—try to protect you from malicious remarks, they will find you regardless, plaguing your thoughts during the day and haunting your dreams when night falls. They make her question if she truly belongs, even if she knows deep down that the boys love her more than anything.

“Please don’t think like that!” Seonghwa yells, his voice cracking at the end. The maknae can’t see his face at the moment, but she will soon find out from watching the episode that his eyes were glossed over, overcome with emotion.

She hears Hongjoong’s voice next. “Yah! Who told you to think like that? I’ll beat them up!”

“That’s right!” Wooyoung agrees, “Jongho will come and beat them!”

“I will!”

Juliet laughs weakly at their half-serious threats before continuing with her confession. “The last thing I want to say is thank you! Thank you for being nothing but kind to me since the very beginning! I was really scared at first, but you guys quickly proved to me that I had nothing to worry about.”

She stops momentarily to sniff softly. “I hope you know that you all are very precious to me, and I wouldn’t want anyone else to be my second family. And I’m so thankful that you got to come to my hometown with me! Members, fighting! I hope ATEEZ can stay together for a long time! I love you!”

“I love you!”

With a bow towards the camera crew, Juliet runs clumsily back up the beach where she meets Hongjoong halfway as he heads to where she previously stood for his turn. The leader wraps his arms around her.

“Seonghwa’s right,” he says quietly so the microphones can’t catch his words, “don’t think like that. You are never a burden, Minyoung-ah, you are just as important to the group as any of us are.”

Juliet nods, raising her head from Hongjoong’s shoulder to see that the others have joined them on the beach, pulling the both of them into a group hug. [Nine makes one team ♡]

Juliet doesn’t know how she feels about destiny, but she thinks that it brought her to these eight boys who became her second family. For the first time in a while, she feels like she truly belongs.

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Cruel Summer, Part 24

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AN: We’re almost at the end of this thing. One more chapter and an epilogue. Thank you all for sticking with me and this story. You make me feel like a Queen. Ok, without further ado...

All Rowan wanted was one Aelin-free day to wallow. He even called in sick for the first time in his entire gods damned life to accomplish it, but no – it seems the universe has other plans for him. He can’t escape her. Even on his day off, she manages to appear and twist the knife into his stomach a little further.

The door slams too loudly beneath his touch as he exits his truck, and Manon has the good sense not to ask him if he’s okay. He’s obviously not okay. And he knows when he’s been played. Manon specifically asked him to come inside to help with a drunk girl, not telling him said drunk girl was Aelin.

His chest tightens when he thinks about the way she backed into him to avoid that smarmy creep pawing at her, leaning into him, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. She belongs at his side. He knows she does. If only Aelin would admit that, too. If only she saw him as a viable option. A real partner.

Manon flashes him an apologetic smile, but Rowan simply shakes his head as his roommate and her girlfriend disappear behind her bedroom door.

Rowan should get to bed, too, but he slept all day in a depressed fit, and after seeing Aelin, he’s feeling far too agitated to sleep.

Instead, he pulls out his camera and hooks it up to his computer. He’d planned to do this earlier in the day, but instead of being productive during his day off, he slept the pain away. Rowan drums his fingers against his thigh as he waits for the machinery to connect. The photos upload quicker than he thought, and before he knows it, he’s scrolling through hundreds of photos. All of Aelin.

His front tooth nearly pierces the skin of his lip as he bites down onto it, as if by keeping his mouth shut he can hold back the onslaught of emotions threatening to bubble up from his tightened chest. He wishes he had a drink. He’s too sober for this.

Rowan scrolls through, wondering which photo he should edit first. He’s overwhelmed by each photo as is passes his vision. She’s so stunning. Her turquoise eyes pierce through the screen, and the spun gold of her hair glimmers in molten waves in each photo, no matter the lighting or photo composition. There’s a reason he couldn’t stop photographing her, and it’s because the camera loves her. He sighs loudly. He knows that’s not the only thing that loves her.

His heart thuds painfully against his ribs as he stops his scrolling. Because nestled in the swaths of photos of her, is a single photo of the two of them. It’s the only one they ever took. The entire summer. The only proof that they were actually together. That their relationship ever existed.

He’s hesitant to click on it, but he can’t stop himself. The enlarged picture hits him like a punch to the stomach. He remembers the night so clearly, wanting to cheer Aelin up and taking the first steps to have her reconcile with her family. He remembers how beautiful she looked in the buttery twilight with the beginnings of the setting sun behind her, reflecting the metallic ring around her dilated pupil. He couldn’t take his eyes off her, couldn’t resist leaning his face against the smooth skin of her shoulder, breathing in her floral scent and snapping a picture.

He’s knocked over by the way her eyes light up as they look at him, her smile nearly blinding. Joy oozes off the photo, jumping out of the screen, and despite his mood, Rowan can’t help loosen the tooth that pierces his bottom lip, release his feelings and smile. They did exist, and he’s never been more grateful for the tangible evidence. He wants to print this photo and frame it, no matter what happens in the future. He wants to remember them just like this. Wind-tousled and blissfully happy, attached at the hip and in disbelief that they could ever feel this kind of contentment with another person.

He works for an hour, adjusting the color levels and editing the photo. There’s something soothing about returning to the methodical process of changing the lighting and adjusting exposure, getting rid of shadows, until all that remains is a perfect shot of the two of them. By the time he’s finished, he feels somewhat better.

Rowan pauses, admiring his handiwork, impressed at how quickly his editing skills came back to him. He forgot how natural it is for him to sit at a computer. It’s his second language. Before he has time to second guess himself, Rowan opens up an email.

mailto: aelin.ashryver

sender: rwhitethorn

subject: (no subject)

I emptied my photo card and remembered you wanted this one. I have… a lot more of you if you want them. Just let me know.

He attaches the photo and immediately clicks send. He doesn’t want to reread what he said. He’s sure he sounds like an idiot, and he’s positive she doesn’t want the photo anymore, but he can’t not send it to her. He needs her to see it. To have that concrete proof, too. To remember them.

A sudden wave of exhaustion crashes over Rowan, and he glances at the clock. 4am. He groans. His alarm is going to go off far too soon. And he absolutely can’t call in sick again. He closes the laptop and places it next to him, and he’s asleep before he even has time to change out of his clothes.

His dreams are vivid, a whorl of colors and pictures and feelings. Unsurprisingly, everything is Aelin. He sees her on that dance floor, dark eyes pulling him in, her clothes like a second skin over her curves. He imagines himself with her, hips pressed together, arms tangled and pulling each other close enough to breathe the other in while the music pounds overhead. Their lips are like magnets, meeting again and again, without a care in the world for the busy club around them, not caring who sees or watches as her lipstick smudges all over his face. Her phantom hands caress his face, and he feels hot all over.

Rowan wakes in a tangle of his sheets, sweaty and breathless. He’s shocked to see he’s up before his alarm has gone off, a rarity, especially given how late he went to bed, but his adrenaline pulses through him, ensuring he’s solidly awake. He groans and opens his eyes, looking around his room, immediately snagging his sights on his closed laptop. He’s sure Aelin hasn’t emailed him back. It’s barely been four hours. She’s surely still sleeping off her hangover, but that doesn’t stop himself from opening the computer and checking.

His heart jumps when he sees an email waiting with the word Ashryver. But upon a second glance, it’s an email from a different Ashryver than he was expecting. His stomach knots as he reads the email. This can’t be good.

mailto: rowanwhitethorn

sender: evalinashryver

subject: Urgent – Meeting Today at 2PM

Rowan,

Apologies for the late notice, but your presence is requested for a one-on-one meeting today to discuss your employment. A work matter has been brought to our attention that requires immediate discussion. Your manager has been informed that you are to report to our home office for your lunch break at 2PM today.

Best,

Evalin Ashryver

Rowan reads the email three times, his pulse racing faster each time he rereads. An email from Aelin’s mom, wanting to discuss a work matter that requires immediate discussion? That can only mean one thing – the Ashryvers somehow know about his relationship with Aelin, and now with only four fucking days left of his employment, he’s going to be fired. As if the Ashryvers needed another reason to dislike him.

He groans loudly and lets his head fall to his keyboard in frustration. This is the last thing he needs. He’s already feeling awful. He doesn’t feel like defending his love life to the parents of the girl who just brutally discarded him. At least he can tell them in all honestly that things are over.

Rowan tries to take his time in the shower, hoping it’ll calm him down, but the warm water just makes him feel overheated in his own skin. He can’t bring himself to stand in the shower any longer, starting to feel ill. He brushes his wet hair and puts on his cleanest uniform before heading out of the house. The least he can do is look composed.

He arrives at the park a full thirty minutes before his shift. He walks into the employee room to make himself a cup of coffee; he’s going to need some extra caffeine today.

Lorcan and Elide are already in the kitchen, completely wrapped up in each other. Rowan laughs softly at them, the picture of perfect summer love – Lorcan’s hands in Elide’s back pockets, and Elide tugging at Lorcan’s neckline, impatiently trying to bring his lips down to her level.

The pair jumps apart quickly at the sound of Rowan’s laugh, but he waves them off, insisting he doesn’t mind. The smile drops off his face when Lorcan turns to him with a serious expression, though, reminding him of why he’s at the park so early, and what awaits him later today.

“You don’t know what she wants to talk about, do you?” Rowan ventures to ask, and Lorcan shakes his head.

“Sorry, man.”

Elide looks confused, and Rowan fills her in on the ominous email he received this morning. Elide’s brow furrows, trying to come up with an alternate reason that Evalin Ashryver would need to talk to him, but even the optimistic girl is at a loss.

Lorcan slaps his shoulder, giving him a reassuring squeeze. “It’ll be okay.”

Rowan isn’t as confident.

Minutes feel like hours as Rowan spirals into dread mode. He spends the morning letting people onto the swings, but nothing is distracting enough to keep his mind off the impending conversation about his employment. Despite Rowan’s decision to move back to Wendlyn at the end of the moth, he’s calculated his move down to the last dollar and really needs this final paycheck. It’s not like he’s been able to save this summer. He’s barely made minimum wage. He spends the morning frowning away, lost in a maelstrom of possible outcomes of this conversation – each one worse than the last.

When 1:45 rolls around, Lorcan pulls Rowan off his shift and tells him to head to the Ashryvers’.

The sinking feeling returns to Rowan’s stomach when he checks his phone and sees that on top of everything, Aelin hasn’t replied to his email.

Instead of walking, Rowan gets into his truck and drives to the Ashryver Estate. He doesn’t want to risk getting sweaty and gross walking along the beach, and he definitely wants to be prompt.

For the first time all summer, Rowan parks at the head of the Ashryvers’ driveway. He takes in the large house, which suddenly looks scarier than ever. It’s funny. He’s been in this house about a hundred times since May, but it’s still as imposing as ever.

On the front stoop, Rowan pokes his toe at a loose stone and shoves his hands in his pockets. He doesn’t know what awaits him on the other side of that door, but he knows it’s not good. Sweat beads down the back of his thick uniform polo under the hot August sun overhead. He tugs at his collar, trying to give himself some room to breathe. But he’s finding it quite difficult. He’s been on the other side of this door plenty, but he can’t help but think of all the times he used Aelin’s window as his entrance. If her parents know about that... His stomach clenches with nausea. He’s kept Aelin’s secret, yes, but he’s been so incredibly disrespectful to her parents. He wasn’t brought up this way. His mom would absolutely smack him if she knew this was how he conducted himself this summer. He juts his chin out, ready for his chastising. He knows he deserves it. Rowan lifts his hand out of his pocket and hovers it over the thick wood paneling of their front door. If he waits any longer to knock, he’ll be late, and he knows arriving late to this meeting is the absolute worst thing he could do to Evalin Ashryver. Well, besides sleeping with her heiress daughter and sullying her good name. Rowan rubs his hand along his face. He is so utterly fucked. He can’t wait any longer. Rowan knocks steadily in three even raps. The door swings open, and Rowan swallows nervously as Aelin comes into view, looking worse for wear. He was expecting Evalin to answer the door, and Rowan feels even more off-balance at this twist. He doesn’t know why he didn’t expect Aelin. She looks even more surprised to see him, and Rowan doesn’t think he’s ever seen her so out of sorts.

She tugs at her tangled, unbrushed hair, which is falling out of her low ponytail, swollen eyes filled with confusion. Remnants of eyeliner and mascara darken her bottom lash, making her bloodshot eyes even more prominent, and her skin is pale and clammy. If he didn’t know better, he’d think she was very, very sick. He watches as Aelin pulls her robe closed tighter, hiding her thin tank top and shorts from his view. “Rowan?” She croaks, her voice barely a whisper between them, echoing in the marble foyer. “What are you doing here?”

Rowan looks down and takes note of her large furry slippers. He can’t help but smile.

“Those are cute,” he says, pointing at her feet, and Aelin’s nose scrunches up as she tries to hide one slipper behind the other.

She wipes at the dark circles under her eyes, and Rowan recognizes that she’s feeling self-conscious about the way she looks. Not that she should. Even hung over and disheveled, Aelin is the most beautiful person he’s ever seen in his life. He’s about to reassure her when Dorian ambles out of the kitchen, a foil wrapped food in hand.

“What’s up?” he asks, and Rowan shrugs tersely as Dorian wraps his arm around Aelin’s shoulders. Aelin looks up at Dorian, eyes wide and unblinking, clearly still out of sorts. “Your burrito is ready,” Dorian says in a soft aside, nudging Aelin in the ribs. She licks her chapped lips and gives him a small smile.

“Do you want some lunch?” Aelin asks Rowan, her words filled with nerves. Rowan is anxious to talk to Aelin, of course, but he remembers that he’s not here to chat with her and steadies himself as he shakes his head. Rowan thinks she looks disappointed, but he can’t be quite sure.

“I’m actually here for a meeting. With your mom,” he clarifies. “Is she around?”

Aelin’s mouth drops into a soft circle as she begins to ask why. He’s about to answer her and maybe ask for any intel or advice when Evalin appears, looking even more austere than usual in a dark blue dress, her hair neatly pinned back in a perfectly coiffed chignon and a strand of pearls around her neck. Her heels click clack along the marble floor until she reaches Rowan. She greets him with a warm hug and a wide smile. “Rowan. Right on time.” She squeezes his arm lightly. “Let’s chat in my office, okay?” she says firmly, and Rowan has no choice but to nod. Aelin clearly doesn’t know what’s going on and looks as confused as ever. “Mom?” “Aelin,” Evalin chides. “When you finish your …” she pauses dramatically and nods at the foil in Dorian’s hands. “…breakfast, can you please go take a shower? I can still smell the vodka coming off your skin.” “But...” Evalin’s glare silences her daughter immediately, but it doesn’t wipe the look of confusion from her questioning face as she nods. Satisfied, Evalin leads Rowan into her office. Rowan remembers the room well from his tour with Aelin all those weeks ago, but it somehow seems even more daunting now. It’s clear the room is rarely used, despite the armchair by the window and the large mahogany desk at the center of the room. Rowan looks up and up and up. The built-in bookcases threaten to swallow him hole, with bindings going up to the ceiling. Evalin trails slowly to the desk and leans against the edge, rather than sitting in the large high-backed chair behind it. She points to a smaller chair for Rowan to sit in, and he takes his place immediately. Evalin’s face is tight with a forced smile, and he's sure any second now he’s going to receive a verbal lashing.

“So,” she begins, and Rowan sits up straighter. “It’s my understanding that your last day at the park is on Saturday,” Evalin says, and Rowan nods, his throat too tight to verbally respond. The room creaks and settles, the dark wooden floors also seemingly holding its breath to see what Evalin has to say.

Evalin pauses and holds a single finger up. Rowan watches with interest as she walks to the far bookcase and pushes slightly. The wall cracks open, and Rowan remembers the number of secret passageways and hallways Aelin led him through in their tour. So, he’s not entirely surprised to see Aelin and Dorian, crouching in the entryway of the hidden tunnel.

“Children,” Evalin scolds, and Aelin and Dorian are quick to scramble to their feet.

“Mom…” Aelin peers over her shoulder, trying to get a better look at where Rowan sits, but Evalin isn’t having any of it.

“Rowan and I are in a private meeting right now,” she says. Aelin looks like she wants to object, but Evalin pays her no mind. “No one likes a snoop.” She ushers them into the study and leads them toward the door without a word.

“I swear, she has super-sonic hearing,” Dorian mumbles, and Evalin smiles.

“I do,” she says, causing Dorian to blush. Rowan doesn’t think he’s ever seen him so flustered. It would be amusing if he weren’t sure he was about to be on the receiving end of Evalin’s wrath himself.

“Don’t let me catch you back there again,” she says sternly, and Dorian and Aelin reply with yes ma’ams in unison. Aelin looks over her shoulder one last time at Rowan before departing, and Rowan wants nothing more than to chase after her, but he’s stuck in his chair.

Evalin returns to her spot, leaning against the desk and crosses her arms. “Now. Where were we?” Rowan waits in silence. “Oh yes. Your employment coming to an end.”

Rowan’s stomach sinks. He’s about to get fired. He feels like he has to speak up, defend himself. But he’s not exactly sure what to say. So, he just babbles.

“Mrs. Ashryver, Evalin, ma’am…” He tugs at his hair, trying to work out his nerves, and barrels forward. “I’m so sorry if I’ve disrespected you or your family. It wasn’t my intention at all, but I would really love to finish out the week at Playland. I know I’ve overstepped my bounds, but I promise it won’t happen again. Ever.”

Evalin quirks her eyebrow at him and nods succinctly. “I understand why you would think you overstepped your bounds,” she says. “But, you didn’t.”

Rowan pauses, holding his breath. “I didn’t?”

“No. In fact, I was discussing it with Rhoe, and we both very much appreciate your initiative.”

Rowan lifts an eyebrow in confusion. “You do?”

Evalin laughs warmly, her smile reminding him so much of Aelin suddenly as her turquoise eyes crinkle with happiness. “Yes.” She crosses her ankles and leans forward.

Rowan pauses again and crosses his arms. “I think I’m confused,” Rowan finally admits, and Evalin laughs even more.

“I can see that.”

“So I’m not getting fired?” Rowan asks hesitantly, and then it’s Evalin’s turn to look confused.

“Fired? What on earth for?” She shakes her head. “No, of course not.”

His brow furrows. “So, what are we talking about?”

“Are you still interested in pursuing a career in tech?” Rowan nods slightly, his thoughts bouncing around and wondering what the hell Evalin actually wants to talk about. If not Aelin… “I have an opportunity for you.”

Evalin pulls out a packet of papers from behind her on the desk and hands it to Rowan. He looks over the printout and then looks back up at Evalin, who is still smiling at him.

“I brought your app idea to the Playland board, and they were very impressed. They’re going to start a development team. It was a smart idea,” she chuckles. “In fact, I’m annoyed with myself that I didn’t think of it first.” He looks over the papers in his hand again. It’s the breakdown of the app he pitched over dinner. He can’t believe it. Evalin clears her throat. “I don’t know what your employment plans are beyond Sunday, but we’d love for you to join the team.”

Rowan’s mouth drops. He’s actually speechless. Of all the things to he could talk about with Evalin Ashryver, this didn’t even make it to the bottom of the list. Never in his wildest dreams did he think she would take his idea seriously, much less pitch it to the board and then offer him a job there. His stomach churns slightly.

“The only catch is—” Rowan holds his breath as he wonders what the strings attached to this offer are. “The job starts in two weeks, and it would be in our offices in Adarlan.”

Rowan exhales, an onslaught of feelings attacking him. He can’t process what she’s just said.

“Adarlan….”

Evalin nods. “I understand that it would be a significant move, but we’d help with the relocation costs, and—”

Rowan stops her, thinking about showing up in Adarlan in two weeks, the place where Aelin lives. An awful thought crosses his mind.

“You’re not just offering this to me because I’m… friends with Aelin, are you?” he asks nervously. “I don’t want to take a job I haven’t earned.”

Evalin frowns and pats at her pearls. “Rowan, you have more than earned your spot on this team. It was your idea. But if it makes you more comfortable, you can interview with the head of the team. He’s meeting with a few other candidates in the next few days. I’ll tell him to add you to the list.”

Rowan nods. “I’d like that.”

“Excellent,” Evalin claps her hands happily. “Look out for an email from Malakai or his assistant to schedule the interview for this week. In the meantime, please send me your resume, so I can forward it along.” She pauses and looks at Rowan seriously. “Now, would you care to tell me why you thought you were being fired?”

Rowan coughs, and he can fill blood filling his cheeks with embarrassment. “Not particularly,” he mumbles.

Evalin chuckles again and sighs loudly. “I’m sorry if my email was scary,” she apologizes. “I didn’t want to give away the surprise, but now that I think about the wording, I may have misled you.”

“It may have taken a few years off my life,” Rowan says, causing Evalin to burst into laughter. “But thank you,” he continues, “I’m incredibly grateful for this opportunity.”

The study door cracks open and Rhoe pokes his head in. “Ah, did I miss it?” he asks, entering and clicking the door shut behind him. Evalin rolls her eyes at her husband.

“You did.” She looks at her watch and then back at him. “I told you. 2pm, promptly.”

“I got distracted by burritos,” Rhoe admits, shoving his hands into his pockets. “Who knew Dorian was such a good chef?” He pauses and looks at Rowan. “So, did the Ashryvers recruit a new coder?”

“Not officially,” Evalin answers for him. “Rowan, ever the humble and upstanding young man, has insisted upon an interview.”

“Ah, of course,” Rhoe says with a soft smile. “I told you he wouldn’t just accept a job offer.”

Evalin’s eyes twinkle at her husband. “Yes, I know. You know everything, darling.”

She kisses him lightly on his cheek before looking back at Rowan.

“Alright, well, I have other meetings to attend to, sadly,” Evalin says, “But I look forward to hearing about your interview.” She shakes Rowan’s hand firmly and heads out of the study. Rowan starts to follow her, but Rhoe holds him back for a second.

“I just wanted to thank you,” Rhoe says, and Rowan is immediately caught off-guard.

“For what, sir?”

“Don’t look so shellshocked, Rowan,” he says with a soft laugh. “We’ve loved getting to know you this summer. Having you around has been a treat. I know it must be hard to be away from your own parents, on the other side of the country. But, I would be remiss if I didn’t tell you how proud of yourself you should be. This app was a phenomenal idea. You’ve proven yourself to be intelligent, driven and…” Rowan can feel heat rising to his cheeks at Rhoe’s praise. He watches carefully as Rhoe pauses and lowers his voice, looking around conspiratorially. “And… don’t think I don’t know who’s kept that smile on my daughter’s face all summer.”

Rowan’s heart thumps in his chest. Rhoe knows. Oh god. Rhoe knows.

“I…uh…what?” Rowan stutters, unsure of how to respond. Luckily, Rhoe laughs and slaps a hand onto Rowan’s shoulder.

“Don’t look so petrified, son. I’m happy for you both.” Rhoe looks sincere, but Rowan’s stomach clenches at an awful thought.

“That’s not why you offered me this job, is it?” Rowan asks softly. He has to know. He won’t take it, won’t even interview for it if they’re offering it to him because of his relationship with Aelin.

“No no no,” Rhoe assures him. “My wife is not the most observant human on the planet. She has no clue. You and Aelin can tell her whenever you’re ready.”

Rowan rubs his hand against the back of his neck, needing something to do. “Well.” He coughs lightly. “I don’t think there’s anything to tell anymore.”

“That’s a shame,” Rhoe says, his voice sad but a small smile making an appearance on his face. Rowan wonders what Rhoe knows that he doesn’t. But he’s too overwhelmed to think about that just yet.

“Thank you for this opportunity,” Rowan says again, and he means it.

Rhoe shrugs him off. “I did nothing. This was all Evalin,” he says with a smile. “And, Rowan? You created this opportunity all yourself.”

Rowan nods and smiles stiffly as Rhoe leads him back out to the foyer.

A freshly showered Aelin sits on the stairs, finishing her final bite of burrito, and she stands quickly upon seeing her dad and Rowan. Rhoe pats her head as he passes by, giving Rowan a sly smile.

“So,” she says, and Rowan replies with the same sentiment. “Are you going to tell me what that was all about?” she asks.

Rowan wants to tell her. He really does. But he’s too overwhelmed with possibilities at the moment. He doesn’t want to tell her anything that isn’t real. He can’t risk seeing her reaction to this news. Not when it could possibly break him.

“It was nothing,” Rowan says, and Aelin’s brow furrows, knowing he’s lying to her. I mean, he had a legit meeting with her parents. And no one has told her a thing. He knows she’s dying for information, but he just can’t tell her anything yet. “Where’s Dorian?” he asks, trying to change the topic.

“Showering,” she says, flicking her eyes upwards to the ceiling. “Do you want a burrito? They’re amazing…” she asks, but Rowan shakes his head.

“I should get back to work,” he says, looking at the time. He can’t believe how long they were in there talking.

“Right.” Aelin sighs and follows him to the door. “Hey, Rowan?” she says, stopping Rowan before he reaches for the door handle. “Thanks for last night,” she says. “For rescuing me.” He nods stiffly. “I know that wasn’t your idea of a good night.” He shakes his head, laughing softly. No it wasn’t. “And Rowan? The picture? Thank you for sending it,” she says quietly. “I love it.”

Rowan smiles. “I do, too.”

Aelin bites her lip and twirls her long, wet hair around her fist. “You’re really not going to tell me what my parents talked to you about?”

“Nope.”

“You’re torturing me on purpose,” she says, and Rowan laughs.

“Maybe.”

He averts his eyes, not wanting to look at her, knowing he could break at any second. But Aelin seems to accept his reticence.

Aelin sighs. “I deserve that.”

Rowan wants nothing more than to talk with her and tell her everything, ask what he should do, what it would mean for them, but he knows he needs to think about this without her input.

“Ok, I really need to leave or I’m going to be late,” he says, and Aelin gasps.

“Right! Of course. Go.”

Rowan leans in to her hug her, on autopilot, without even thinking about it. And he can feel Aelin’s sharp inhale of breath as he wraps his arms around her shoulders and mindlessly brushes his lips against the top of her head.

“Sorry…” he says, pulling back quickly.

“It’s fine,” she chokes out, and Rowan flees the premises before she can say anything else.

By the time he gets back to work, Rowan’s imagination has run off without him. He can’t help but think of all the ways his life would change if he were to take this job in Adarlan. Would he be able to pursue Aelin, even if he was still working for her mother? Would they have to tell her mom? Clearly her dad knows, but for some reason, Rowan thinks he’s more amiable to the idea of Rowan than Evalin is. Or, was this whole job opportunity a ruse to get him to be a more acceptable partner for Aelin, one they wouldn’t be ashamed of? Doubts and confusion plague his thoughts as he rips tickets.

When Rowan receives the email from Malakai’s assistant later that night, asking to interview the following afternoon, Rowan is more unsure than before.

So, Rowan does what he should have done as soon as Aelin ended things with him, he calls his mom to tell her everything.

Dora wakes from an early evening nap to answer his call, and Rowan immediately feels guilty, but Dora is more than happy to talk to her son. He explains his situation to her, getting more and more tied up in his emotions as he goes, and when he finishes, Dora is silent on the other line.

“Mom?” he asks, and Dora sighs loudly.

“My sweet boy,” she clucks. “You know I would love nothing more than to have you back home with me, but… you need to do this.” She pauses. “No matter what happens with Aelin, this is the beginning of your career. With an app you thought of yourself and are going to get made. Rhoe was right. You should be very proud of yourself. I know I’m proud of you.”

“Doesn’t it feel like cheating though?” Rowan asks. “Like if I hadn’t been seeing Aelin, I never would have gotten this chance, and I’d be moving home with you.”

“Baby,” she laughs. “That isn’t cheating. It’s called networking. And yes, you were in the right place at the right time, but it doesn’t make you any less deserving of this. You deserve this so much.”

Rowan sighs. “But…what if Aelin gets upset that I followed her back to her hometown. I’ll feel like a crazy pathetic stalker.”

“Fuck what Aelin thinks.”

“Mom!” he says with a laugh. He’s never heard her swear so casually before.

“This is about you. And she should support you, even if she doesn’t want to date you.”

Rowan hesitantly agrees. It’s not like Aelin works for her parents. In fact, she’s told him many times she never wants to, and hates going into the Ashryver offices. And Adarlan is a big city. The chances of him accidentally running into her are slim.

Feeling slightly appeased, Rowan thanks his mom and preps for his interview. His feelings for Aelin aside, he wants this. He just hopes he can start believing he deserves it, too.

~*~*~*~

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One After Another (Cisco Ramon x Allen! Reader)

Chapter 2

Part 2; Cicada makes his appearance. Cisco talks about giving up his powers in fear of putting his son in danger after he has to fake his own death. Cicada attacks reader in her home, causing her to go into early labor.

Warning(s); Labor (Which I did not write out since it’s weird for me to write, you’re welcome)

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Story list; Chapter 1 , Chapter 3 ,

. . .

Your footsteps take you down the halls of STAR Labs in alert. Caitlin had sent a startled call revealing a new meta had attacked not just Barry, but Ralph and Cisco, and Cisco had been injured to where his powers were lost.

Your breaths are short as you make it to the cortex, one hand at your stomach as the other rested on the door, Dante looking up from where he and Nora sat at the control panel, “Mom,”

“Where’s your father?” You heave, Dante standing to gesture to Caitlins lab, your figure moving past him and into said lab with sore feet,

“This is definitely Dark Matter, but these levels of concentration are unlike any dark matter levels I’ve seen before,” Caitlin steps back upon your arrival, her eyes moving causing Cisco to look up from his wrapped hands, face relaxing when he sees you,

“What the hell happened?” You demand, moving in front of Cisco to take one of his hands, staring down at where the palm had been patched,

“I’m okay,” Cisco reassures, and you look up to his face, eyes narrowed,

“That’s not what I asked, and I know you’re lying,”

His eyebrows flick up testingly, where you- barely- press you finger to his palm, his hand jerking away as he hissed, glaring at you in irritation,

“Ow! Don’t- do that!” He demands, and you mock his eyebrow raise, glancing to Caitlin,

“How bad is it?”

“The cuts are pretty deep. But they should heal in a few weeks, give or take,” She nods, Cisco huffing and drops his hands to rest at your stomach,

“I’ll be fine. I swear,” He assures, where you put your hands overtop his, nodding, lightly,

“Hey guys?” Barry calls, your head turning towards the Cortex so Cisco tapped your stomach with his fingers, letting you step back so he could stand up,

“We have a big problem,” Barry states, pointing to Iris,

“I just talked to Captain Singh and he said that Gridlock was killed during his transport to Iron Heights,”

“Gridlocks dead?” Dante asks, arms crossed as he looks to Nora,

“How?” Caitlin asks,

“Not sure,” Iris sighs, “I interviews everyone that was there and no one knows. But I did some digging...” She nods to the TV screen so you turned, eyes staring at the fallen video camera, followed by heavy breathing,

“What is that?” You ask, shortly, looking to Cisco,

“Sounds like the guy who just attacked us,” Ralph answers, your eyebrows raising in question,

“Attacked you? Is that thing even human?”

“Yes,” Nora nods, turning, “Cicada,”

“Who’s Cicada?”

. . .

“We never catch him?”

“Probably because he can take everyone’s powers with the dagger that basically sliced Cisco’s hand,” You try, Dante nodding,

“So we’re basically dealing with a Jack the Ripper,” Cisco sighs, leaning on the back of your chair, “Amazing,”

“What else do you know about him?” You ask, hand reaching to grasp Cisco’s at your upper arm,

“Just that he...,” Nora pauses, “He’s early,”

“What do you mean, early?” Barry asks,

“In our history, Cicadas first victim was a meta named Floyd Belkin. He never killed Gridlock, or Block, completely different victims,” Dante answers.

“Because the timeline changed,” Barry states

“There’s no telling what kind of effect this made to the timeline, or why kind of future Nora and Dante are going to go back to,” You inform, “We need to catch this Cicada guy, fast,”

“You mean catch the guy future us can’t catch?” Cisco asks, hand pulling from yours to rub at the palm, “Right, I thought beating the thinker was hard,”

. . .

“So your plan is to contact Herr Wells?”

You stand with your hands curled under your stomach, eyes staring at Nora and Dante beside each other, Iris and Barry at their sides,

“I know in the future you guys never bring in a Wells to help you catch Cicada,” Nora nods, “So if you want a different result this time,”

“We try something new,” You nod, Nora glancing at you with a smile,

“It’s a great idea,” Barry shrugs with a grin, and you look over when Cisco steps next to you, eyes on his phone,

“‘Cept it’s not,” He mutters, your brows furrowing as Barry leans to look at him,

“What?”

“It’s a terrible idea,” Cisco looks up from his phone, shaking his head, “If you’re looking for cooperation, trust me, this is not your guy,” He huffs, eyes back on his phone, “He is just an asshat,”

“Don’t be harsh,” You order, Cisco looking at you in disbelief,

“I’m sorry, I’m being harsh?”

“Yes,” You nod, your husband nodding back and gesturing to the communication device on the table

“Go ahead, call him, see if you don’t get a steaming pile of side-eye,”

“You’re being dramatic, Cis,” You shake your head, watching Nora press a few buttons before the hologram of an older Harrison Wells appears, turning with a scoff,

“The Flash,” You hear Cisco scoff next to you,

“Wait for it,”

“I love the Flash,” Herr Wells swoons, and you grin as Barry smiles, “Oh, you Barry Allen, yah? With the zoom, zoom, and the defy the physic laws and gravity, always with some style and Grace, yah,”

“Thanks, man,” Barry laughs, shaking his head,

“Das Kinder Flash,” Herr Wells gasps, hands together as he looks to Nora, “Child of the Flash.”

His eyes quickly move to you, where you smile in greet, “Sister Flash, of course!” He cheers, Cisco looking up from his phone with a glare, “Raving in your natural beauty, carrying a child, no?”

“I am, thank you,” You smile, glancing to Dante, “But, listen, we need your help capturing a meta human serial killer, Cicada?”

“Unfortunately I’m otherwise occupied, unable to assist you at this time,”

“You can’t?” Nora pleas,

“Nein,” Herr answers, shaking his head once, so you frowned in disappointment, “But I have done one better and called someone who can, this man is a legend, this man is the greatest detective in all the Multiverse, so I’ve attached his coordinates if you want to look at them,”

You nod as Nora leans into her computer, “Okay, got them,”

Iris looks up and over at Cisco behind her, eyebrows raised knowingly,

“What? You want me to breach him here?” Cisco snips, holding up his bandaged hands, “Hello? I just got Benihana’d. Hurts a little bit. Why don’t we just breach him here the old fashioned way?”

“Thank you, Herr Wells,” You hand Cisco the small device, smiling brightly, “This is great,”

“Privilege and an honor to help you, Flash, and Sister Flash, bye, Kinder Flash, and, Sister Flash, good luck on baby Flash,” Herr winks to Dante, vanishing from his spot,

“Okay, you know what, let’s just get this master detective out here,” Cisco mumbles, sticking out the extrapolator in front of him so a breach formed, a shadowed figure appearing almost instantly,

Your brows furrow as a Harrison Wells with sunglasses step out, Cisco lowering his arm, “Well,” The Wells starts, pulling off his jacket, “I imagined your earth would be colder. Harrison Sherloque Wells at your service, I’m here to catch your killer,”

. . .

A small hum from the television in front of you begins to lull you asleep. The apartment is empty as Cisco and Dante were both still at the labs, so when you hear the small creak of the floorboards, your body is wide awake and on high alert,

You sit up and glance over your shoulder, eyes slowly scanning the dark kitchen connected to the living room, hoping and praying you wouldn’t spot any movement,

The small, orange glow feet behind you indicates that Cicadas dagger was present, the dagger rising showing that cicada, too, was there,

“Cicada,” You whisper, hand slowly reaching out to your phone next to you, eyes watching as the man stepped forward, into the lighting of the television.

“Where is Vibe?” He asks, questionably, eyes narrowed under his mask as you swallow, free hand under your stomach,

“I don’t know who Vibe is,” You answer, calmly, slowly rising to stand, “I wouldn’t know where he is,”

“Don’t lie!” Cicada jerking forward causes you to push to your feet, knees hitting the coffee table so you stumbled, catching yourself with the wall behind the television, eyes wide in alert, “Tell me where Vibe is, and I might let you live,”

“I don’t know who Vibe is!” You shriek, feeling a tightness in your stomach, “Please, I don’t,”

“You’re going to have a lovely family, Miss Ramon,” Cicada says, lowly, stepping forward as you curl a hand under your stomach, body sinking to squat down, hand clutching your phone to your side, “Id hate to take away your husband, too,”

“Please, I don’t know who Vibe is,” You plea, eyes glimmering with tears. You force your thumb to press the alert button, sniffling as you drop your phone next to you,

Cisco looks over from his goggles at the beep of his phone, his eyes staring at the alert screen before he picks up the device, scanning the pinpointed address before his eyes widen, pushing to stand up and grab his suit,

Barry looks at Iris in alert at his own phone, speeding off so he skid to a stop in the living room of your apartment, your head ducked as you hiccup, “He has Cisco,” You choke out, and look up, “Barry,” Your brother moves forward, sinking down so he saw where your grey leggings were soaked, “My water broke,”

. . .

“Guys,” Barry speeds to a stop in the middle of the cortex, body tilted to hold you up as your hand clutched at your shirt, “Y/Ns going into labor,”

“What?” Barry hears Cisco hiss into his earpiece, Iris looking up from where she leaned over the control panel, “She’s six weeks early!”

“Cicada must have triggered it,” Barry let’s Caitlin- who showed up quickly once Barry first contacted her- move you to her lab, “Cisco, where are you?”

“I don’t know!” Cisco panics, looking around at the trees, “Some forest- is Y/N okay?”

“Caitlins got her,” Iris reassures, “Can you breach here?”

“Have you forgotten that my hands are fucked up?” Cisco shoots back, “God- dammit. Y/N, hold on! I’m coming!”

“I hear field crickets,” Sherloque hums, Barry pinching his brows, ignoring your cry of pain, “I know where he is,” He is quick to speed off, Nora following in quick steps behind him, Dante bouncing on his feet before disappearing, too.

“Okay, Y/N,” Caitlin breathes, hands at your knees as you pinch your eyes shut, opening your eyes to stare at a spot on the ceiling, “You’re ready to start pushing,”

“Without Cisco?” You heave, lifting your head, “How- I can’t, Cait,”

“Y/N, you can,” Your best friend encourages, “And you will. Now I need you to take a deep breath okay? And push with my counts,”

. . .

Despite all the commotion in the cortex, your eyes seem steady on the wrapped bundle on your chest. Your breaths had evened out- despite the headache in your temple and the paint in your thighs- smile light in awe,

“Caitlin, I’m fine!” Cisco’s shout causes you to look up, seeing him pull his arm- which had a gash at the shoulder- away from the doctor, his eyes flicking to you, “Dante,”

You hold a finger to your lips and smile, Cisco moving up to you with his hand at the gash, his eyes flicking from you to the infant, who shifts at the sudden voices,

Cisco exhales a laugh, your eyes shifting to his shoulder with a slight frown, “Cisco,”

“I’m okay,” He whispers, shifting to sit on the edge of the bed, “Promise,”

“We have a baby,” You grin, Cisco’s eyes finally leaving Dante to look at you, his hand not on his shoulder reaching up to cup your face, pulling you in to press his lips against yours, twice,

His forehead bumps yours, head turning to look back down to Dante when he whines, Cisco leaning back so his could extend his hands,

“Easy,” You nod to his shoulder, watching him nod once as he moves to lean against your pillow, shifting Dante against his shirt, carefully,

“Look at him,” He murmurs, your head leaning on his uninjured shoulder, hand on his, “He’s got your nose,”

“We already know everything he’s got,” You remind, nodding to the door where adult Dante stood, next to Nora and behind Barry,

Cisco follows your gaze, smiling as he glances back down to the infant. “Let Caitlin fix your shoulder,” You murmur, Cisco reluctantly handing you back your child.

“Hey,” Cisco pauses as he stands up, leaning back down to press a kiss to your lips, then to your forehead, “I’m so proud of you, mi amor,”

You smile back, looking up at Barry when he holds out his hands, hopefully.

. . .

“It’s almost like you’re really dead,”

You lean back in your chair, Dante rested against your chest as you read the screen, where the words- “VIBE DEAD” showed in front of you,

“Yeah,” Cisco heaves, arm now in a sling and free hand at the back of your shoulder, “I almost really was,” Cisco sighs, running his hand through his hair, “How the hell are we gonna catch this guy?”

“Not without our powers, we know that at least,” Nora frowns, and your eyes widen in realization, Barry’s brows furrowing at your expression,

“I never got my powers back,” You exhale, Cisco looking down to the anxiety etched on your face, “What if they’re gone for good? I- Cecile has hers, still,”

“Hey,” Cisco calms, kneeling down so he was even to you, “For all we know, they could be slow coming back- maybe your body just has to heal, you just gave birth, it’ll take time,”

Your tense shoulders relax, eyes shutting as you nod, “Right. Right, yeah. Sorry,”

“We don’t know much else, either,” Sherloque continues, “Variations in the timeline, they’ve shifted the elements, complicated the equation.

“Not all those elements are bad though,” Barry smiles over to Dante and Nora, “You two could be the elements that save us- you could be the reason we catch Cicada,”

“I must admit, miss Nora here pulled the rug right under from Cicada,” Sherloque laughs,

“That’ll be the only fake death we’re gonna see around here ‘cause you’re sticking around until you pay us back every cent,” Cisco reminds

“Well I have to say, prospect of another mystery with Cicada puts a little pep in my step,” Sherloque states, gesturing to where you had stood up and now bounced Dante, “And now with two Dante Ramons, I sense this will get quite entertaining,”

“It’s gonna be weird, for sure,” You nod, Cisco’s free arm sliding to rub the back of your neck as you move to his side, “Two Dante’s in one house? We’ll see,”

“We probably should get you two home,” Cisco speaks, stepping back as he glances to Barry,

“Get some rest,” Barry orders, finger pointed, “Both of you,”

“Dont worry,” Dante stuffs his hands in his pockets, “I’ll help. Any time I get to spend with younger me, I’ll take,”

You wink at Barry and laugh, Cisco nodding for Dante to follow, shaking his head as you murmur to him about how he must record Dante holding himself for the first time.

#cisco ramon one shot #cisco ramon x reader #cisco Ramon #Cisco Ramon imagine #Barry allen #Nora west Allen #Dante ramon #Iris west allen #Caitlin snow #sherloque #cicada

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bokutokoutarou · 4 years

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— break your heart (||)

pairing - sugawara koushi x f!reader

synopsis - in an au where everyone has their own warning label that appears on them when they get a new significant other, you see the words “will break your heart” appear on sugawara koushi’s wrist the moment he asks you out

Part 1 | PART 2 | Part 3

[a/n] - this is part 2 to my 100 follower special. there’s gonna be one more part after this <3

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Empty. Everything seemed empty.

His wrist, his mind, his heart. There was a hollowness that ached deep within Suga’s chest after you ran out of the room, and although his mind was racing with enough thoughts to make him feel dizzy, it felt strangely blank. There was something he was missing — someone he was missing — and that someone was you.

But who were you?

That simple question replayed over and over again in his mind to the point where he felt like he was about to go insane. Nothing seemed real anymore, because everything had happened so fast. He was about to receive the ball at a game and in the blink of an eye he was lying down in a hospital bed, feeling a throbbing pain his head and the warm sensation of a stranger's hand holding his.

A stranger...no, you couldn’t be a stranger — not with the way you had looked at him as though nothing else in the world mattered to you as much as he did. The nurses wouldn’t have let someone who didn’t know him into his room, so it was impossible for you two to have never met before.

You were apart of his life — you had to be — yet no matter how hard he tried to think, he couldn’t recall a single memory inside his mind that had you in it.

Suga let out a deep sigh of frustration, and despite how utterly weak he felt, he gripped the white sheets of his hospital bed so tightly that his knuckles began to turn white. He didn’t know if his head was pounding because of his injury or because of how hard he was trying to grasp onto any sliver of a memory that could tell him who you were, but it was no use. Every one of those memories were empty.

“There’s nothing...” Suga whispered to himself defeatedly, allowing his head to fall back onto his soft pillow. His attempts to remember you had been futile, because it was as though you had been erased from his mind without warning.

Warning. The thought of that singular word made him instinctively grab onto his left wrist with his right hand, and he used his thumb to trace small circles over the blank spot on his skin.

According to you, there had once been a warning label there.

According to you, he had gotten that label because he asked you out.

It all seemed so surreal. How could he have gotten his first warning label without even remembering what it said? He couldn’t even rely on his own memory, so all he had to fall back on were a stranger’s words.

No, not a stranger’s words. Your words. His eyes immediately darted to his sports bag, which was resting on one of the chairs by his bedside. He weakly stepped out of his hospital bed, flinching as the coolness of the ground surged through his bare feet, and he pulled the bag’s zipper to reveal his phone resting on top of his jersey.

The sudden brightness of his phone screen illuminating the surrounding darkness sent a wave of pain through the grey-haired boy’s already aching head, but that didn’t matter to him. In that moment, all that mattered was that his most recent photo had you in it.

It was a moment frozen in time, a moment that existed in the software of his phone rather than in his own mind. He was fast asleep on your shoulder, and you had the brightest of grins on your face as you held out a playful peace sign to the camera. Nishinoya and Tanaka were hovering over the back of the bus seat you two were sitting on, holding out peace signs and sticking out their tongues goofily.

“So it’s true...” he whispered, his heart stopping in his chest. He immediately went to his messages to see if he had a chat with you, and sure enough, your name held the position of the top-most chat on his screen.

“[Y/N] ❥”.

“[Y/N],” he whispered your name, the sound of it feeling so familiar yet so foreign as it rolled off his tongue. He repeated it once more and closed his eyes, half-expecting all of his forgotten memories to instantly flash through his mind, but not a single one appeared.

His mind remained empty.

“It’s no use,” Suga sighed, collapsing back in his hospital bed and staring up at the ceiling in a daze. Although he didn’t remember who you were, he knew that you must have meant something to him, because your absence left a gaping hole in his heart that he so desperately wanted to fill.

Who were you, and why did he feel so empty without you?

Suga closed his eyes, the surrounding darkness to encompassing him as he drifted off into a peaceful slumber — away from the throbbing pain in his head and the hollow feeling in his chest.

Empty. Without you, everything seemed empty.

After spending the night in the hospital and undergoing a multitude of examinations to ensure he was alright, Suga was discharged the next morning.

He had tried to tell the doctors about his amnesia, but they simply stated that there wasn’t much they could do. Only time would tell whether his memories would slowly come back to him or just not return at all, so the doctors told him that he’d be able to go to school the following day and resume life as normal.

Well, at least as ‘normal’ as it could get.

After scrolling through all his photos and text messages, there was no denying that he had been in a relationship with you. Not when there were pictures of you wrapping your arms around his neck as you gently kissed his cheek, not when there were text messages of you two saying the fateful three words: “I love you”.

If he did love you, then love was cruel, because any feelings that he harbored for you had disappeared, instead being replaced with a feeling of emptiness, a feeling of curiosity. He wanted to remember what it felt like to love you, but he didn’t know how.

On Suga’s daily walks to school, the feeling of the crisp morning air usually calmed his mind for the coming day, yet there was nothing relaxing about his walk to school the next morning. Anxiety flowed through his veins because with every step he took, he was closer to seeing you.

And he was right about that, because upon arriving at his destination, there you were.

You were sitting in a desk at the front of the classroom, a blank expression on your face as you took your binder out of your bag and set it down in front of you with a light thump. Your lips were pulled down into a permanent frown as you flipped through your notes, but it didn’t seem like you were looking for anything in particular. Your eyes were empty and your movements were slow — you were clearly hurting and Suga knew that he was the reason why.

Suga was never one to avoid confrontation, but at that moment, all he wanted to do was run out of the room. Although he had forgotten who you were, it was hard to forget the tears that streamed down your face as you pleaded with him to remember you. Suga couldn’t face you knowing that he was the reason for your pain, even if it was unintentional.

“Koush — um, I mean, S-sugawara-san,” the sound of your startled voice snapped Suga out of his thoughts. He looked up and froze in place when he realized that you were staring at him with wide eyes and parted lips, as though his very presence had caused your whole world to come crashing down around you.

“[Y/N] ...” Suga gulped as he rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, but when he saw your breath hitch in your throat, he realized that saying your name was a huge mistake.

“Y-you...you remember me?” you stuttered out, making Suga’s heart drop in his chest. Your expression had immediately brightened, and there was a glimmer of hope in your previously lifeless eyes. But as much as Suga didn’t want it to disappear, there was no use in lying.

“No, I...your name is in the contacts on my phone. I’m sorry,” Suga apologized, turning red in embarrassment. It pained Suga to say these words, but he couldn’t even bring himself to imagine the amount of pain you were feeling.

“Oh...” you said in almost a whisper, but the pain in your voice was as clear as day. You looked back down at the notes on your desk, the light in your eyes dimming and your expression saddening once more. “You sit beside me, by the way...in case you forgot that too.”

Suga didn’t know what to say, so he simply walked towards you and took a seat in the desk beside you. He noticed that his very presence made you stiffen in your seat, and you didn’t even spare him a glance as the teacher walked up to the chalkboard and began her lesson.

“Was this your way of moving on?” Suga thought to himself, not even attempting to listen to what the teacher was saying. Although the boy had no memory of your relationship beginning, he didn’t want it to end. All he wanted to do was remember, for everything to go back to normal — but he couldn’t even remember what his ‘normal’ was.

Throughout the entirety of the lesson, Suga kept sneaking glances at your wrist as you copied down the solutions that the teacher was writing on the chalkboard. Your wrist was empty just like his was, devoid of any warning label that signified a relationship between you two, which made the boy wonder what words could have possibly appeared on your wrist when he asked you out.

Suga didn’t realize that the lesson was over until he saw you open your textbook to start working on the assigned homework. He followed suit and opened his book too, yet instead of working he simply stared at the equations on the page, hoping that the confusing math problems could distract him from all of his problems in real life.

“Hey, Yoshida,” the girl sitting in the pair of desks behind yours and Suga’s whispered to the blond boy beside her, snapping Suga out of his daze. “Can you check over my answer for question three?”

Suga’s eyes widened in surprise upon hearing the eleven words that had come out of the girl’s mouth. A spark had lit inside of his mind, making glimpses of the past appear before his eyes at the speed of light.

“[Y/N], can you check over my answer for question three?” he remembered asking you, his past words echoing in his mind as the image of a page with the words ‘go out with me’ written on it danced before his eyes.

He remembered the initial look of surprise on your face, the way your lips were parted in shock before they curled upwards into a smile as you told him that his answer was perfect.

He remembered the way your eyes watered in fear when you saw that your warning label claimed you were ‘too idealistic and stubborn’, and he remembered the laugh of relief that escaped your lips when he told you that he thought that it was cute that you always had your head up in the clouds.

And finally, he remembered the feeling of his heart sinking in his chest when he rolled up his left sleeve to reveal the words ‘will break your heart’ on his wrist.

“Are you okay, Ko — Sugawara-san?” you asked, snapping the grey-haired boy back into reality. His heart was racing because of the sudden memory that had flooded his mind, yet the sound of your voice made his heart race even more. “You look kind of lost...do you understand the homework?

“N-no,” Suga shook his head, not even daring to mention the memories that had flashed before his eyes because he didn’t want to bring your hopes up. “Now that I’m thinking about it, I don’t think I remember a single word our teacher has said all semester.”

He wasn’t lying when he said that. His amnesia must have went further than simply forgetting you because he truly didn’t have any memory stemming back from the past few months, yet he could have sworn that he remembered the mundane task of buying a new binder before his math course began. Life was cruel, because of course his memories had to be cut off at the point right before he met you.

“I can help you, if you want,” you told him, and his brown eyes widened in surprise at your sudden proposition. “We can meet in the library to review at lunch like we always d—”

You stopped speaking mid-sentence, and Suga knew that it was because you had realized that he had no recollection of what you were talking about. Suga knew that no matter how many memories would come back to him, he couldn’t get them all back. He wanted to remember every single study session, every single inside joke, every single moment that had made him fall in love with you.

“That sounds good,” he gave you a small smile, pretending not to notice what you had stopped yourself from saying, and as if it was perfect timing, the bell rang to mark the end of class. The two of you simultaneously stood up from your seats, putting your books in your bags before walking out into the hallway.

You gave Suga a small grin before you parted ways with him, which made his heart flutter in excitement. Maybe he was starting to remember the feelings he had towards you. Maybe spending time with you would help him remember something else. He didn’t know if the sudden memory he had in class was a fluke, or if he could even intentionally trigger getting another flashback, but he had to try.

Suga couldn’t contain the smile on his face as he walked the rest of the way to his class, yet little did the grey-haired boy know that the moment you turned away from him, you finally allowed the mask on your face to fall.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know if I can do this.”

Suga’s brown eyes immediately darted up from the pages of his textbook at your sudden words. The two of you had been sitting in the library for the entirety of lunch, and reviewing a whole semester’s worth of math work was exhausting, to say the least.

“Hmm?” Suga hummed, twirling his pencil boredely in his fingers. “It’s alright, I’m tired too. We went through a lot today, so we can go through the rest of the lessons tomorrow. Thanks for helping me, by the way.”

“No...you don’t understand,” you shook your head, making the boy’s brown eyes widen in confusion.

“What don’t I understand?” Suga furrowed his eyebrows, tightening his grip around his pencil to stop the momentum of it spinning in his fingers.

You didn’t respond at first. You simply stared down at the pages of your textbook, and Suga noticed that your eyes were starting to water.

“[Y/N], are you oka—“

“I thought I’d be fine, but being with you right now...I can’t take it,” you interrupted him, your voice breaking as you spoke. “I can’t just sit here and pretend that everything’s alright when three days ago you forgot that I even existed.”

Whatever strength left inside you that allowed you to keep your calm for so long had finally collapsed, allowing the river of your tears that you had been holding back to stream like a waterfall down your cheeks.

“But I...I didn’t want to forget,” Suga felt a pang of guilt strike his heart upon seeing you break down before his eyes. “You don’t know how much I want to be able to remember, and I’m actually starting to. Today in class I remembered the moment I asked you out, and I’m sure I’ll be able to remember more things if you don’t push me away.”

Your tearful eyes widened at his his sudden statement, but you didn’t allow your moment of hopefulness to last very long.

“But you can’t control that, Koushi,” you shook your head, your voice coming out in a shaky whisper. You didn’t even try to correct yourself when you said his first name. “What if you don’t remember? Then what? And even if you do, you can’t remember it all. There’s always going to be something missing, and it isn’t your fault, but I...I can’t handle it. I’m sorry.”

You started to get up from your seat, and Suga was speechless as you started putting your books away in your bag before standing up and starting to walk away.

“Wait!” Suga called after you, gently grabbing onto your wrist to stop you from leaving, but his brown eyes widened in surprise when you flinched under his sudden touch. He was confused at first, but then he realized which wrist he had grabbed onto.

It was your left one. He was holding onto the spot that was once etched with words that foretold a warning for your relationship. But now the words were gone, erased, just like his memory of you.

You two were frozen in shock, staring into each other’s eyes as his hand was gently clasped around your wrist. But he didn’t let go, because he didn’t want to let you go.

“What happened to you being ‘too idealistic and stubborn?’ Why are you giving up on this?” Suga’s voice came out strained as he looked into your eyes pleadingly, and in that moment, he looked just as broken as you did. “I might not remember the feelings I had for you before I asked you out, but I remember how happy I felt when you said yes. Isn’t that enough?”

Your eyes widened momentarily at the mention of your label, yet Suga could have sworn that he saw your expression soften for a second. You didn’t say anything at first, but after a couple of moments your eyes glistened with even more tears than before.

“I’m s-sorry,” you finally whispered. “It isn’t even your fault, I just can’t bring my hopes up again. Let’s just forget about this once and for all.”

And with those final words, you pulled your wrist gently out of Suga’s grip and walked out of the library, leaving the stunned setter to sit alone and contemplate where it all went wrong.

“Go home, Sugawara-san.”

“Come on, just let me in.”

“I said go home. You need to rest.”

The rest of the school day had gone by in a blur after what had happened at lunch, and before Suga knew it, he was standing in front of the gym pleading to be let into practice. Daichi had locked him out, only swinging the door open occasionally to scold the persistent grey-haired setter and tell him to leave.

“I’m fine now, just please let me practice,” Suga sighed, trying to sneak a glimpse of his team practicing in the gym, but Daichi was standing in front of the entrance, blocking his view. “We need to get ready for—”

“You’re not fine,” Daichi interrupted the boy, crossing his arms sternly. “You just got out of the hospital. Go home and rest up. You can practice again next week.”

Not even giving the boy another second to insist on being let in, Daichi stepped back and slammed the gym doors shut, the sound of a click ringing out in the air to indicate that he had just locked it.

“Great...” Suga huffed in annoyance, his breath coming out as a foggy puff in the cool air. The sky darkened with each passing second, revealing the moon and the stars in the wake of the previously bright blue sky. The boy knew that there was no use in waiting there any longer, as Daichi had made it clear that he wasn’t getting past him, so he tightened his grip around his sports bag and began his long walk home.

Although Suga was walking home alone, he had the millions of thoughts that were racing through his mind to accompany him. In reality, missing a practice was the least of the boy’s worries. He just needed something, anything, to distract him from the words you said earlier.

Was it really over?

Did you really want him out of your life?

Did you really want him to forget it all for good?

He didn’t know why he cared as much as he did — it felt like he had just met you, yet at the same time it felt like he had known you for his entire life. Maybe his label was gone, and maybe his memory of you was too, but he wasn’t ready to let it all go.

A sudden gust of wind snapped Suga out of his thoughts. He had been zoned out for the entirety of the walk, so the cool breeze brought him back to reality and made him realize where he was.

The sight before the grey-haired setter’s eyes was beautiful. The full moon rested high in the starry sky, its light illuminating the dark blue lake water that flowed beneath the bridge that he had been absentmindedly walking on. He had always taken this route during his walks home because of how picturesque it truly was.

Suga walked over to the edge of the bridge and rested his elbows on the grey railing that was the only separation between himself and the water below. He stared up at the night sky above him, yet instead of seeing the lone moon, or the thousands of stars, his vision was clouded with a memory that he never knew existed.

And at that moment, it all came flashing back.

[a/n - okay don’t scream at me bc it obviously doesn’t end here! as i said earlier, i’m making one more part, so don’t break my kneecaps bc i’m giving y’all the ending that you deserve!

#haikyuu #haikyuu!!#sugawara koushi x reader #sugawara koushi #haikyuu x you #sugawara fanfic #hq x you #hq #haikyuu writing #hq writing #haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu x reader #sugawara

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dreamiesdotcom · 4 years

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complicated (slow spin-off) | z.cl, h.rj

Summary: Think of heartbeat, only a little faster. And more demanding. Afraid? Hurt? In love? How different are they supposed to feel? Free fall. Stardust. Rose. "Perhaps, everyone just falls in love with their best friend," Renjun drawls out, "Even just a little bit, from time to time."

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All Renjun ever wanted was peace, an alien friend, and a book that hits him right in the gut.

The thing Jaemin does where he's hopelessly in love? None of that — they're almost always falling for each other in such different times that they never align, and when they do overlap, one's feelings is already dying down.

The thing that Jisung does where he looks at Jaemin like he's terrified? Terrified because of how much he loves him in the way he shouldn't? Yeah, Renjun wants none of that as well.

Chenle, too — this boy, how Renjun doesn't want to feel whatever hell it is Chenle goes through every day.

Watching the boy you adore, who happens to be your best friend, fall in love with your other best friend who's in love with your other best friend just sounds like an experience he doesn't want to have. Pining is one thing. Pining this aimlessly is another.

Looking through a classmate's camera as he finds the shot the other asked him to look for? A whole new level of complicated feelings and friendships and he doesn't even want to know. They have a project and that's about his business — so he doesn't judge nor pry, but he chuckles, "Jeno-ssi, did you give me the wrong camera, or am I only supposed to see candids of Donghyuck?"

Jeno blushes red, stutters an apology. He fiddles with his gadget a bit, messing with cards. For the meanwhile, Renjun decides to go and buy coffee for the both of them. It's trouble, really, since he already can't feel his legs from sitting so long but then it might be for the better.

It's less of a drag from when the other sweetly mutters a thank you, and it's a pity that Renjun didn't really get to focus on that.

"Hey, you're welcome and sorry to interrupt you but... Jeno?" he squints at the street outside. He carefully, slowly, sits back down on his chair and gets a clearer view — he can't believe the sight in front of him. He calls the other again, "Am I seeing this wrong, or is that Lee Donghyuck?"

Jeno raises a brow and looks to the side, the park opposite the store they're sitting at — certainly, at 3 a.m in the morning, the boy at question is there. He's walking past streetlights, a cup of coffee in his hands, and now he just sat at the swings.

Now, Renjun isn't his friend; he's not interested in him one bit, but he's not blind either. At one glance he knows that Jeno likes Hyuck, and at one glance, he knows that the person at the park is definitely the said boy.

Again, that's not his business, but that's also not what he's looking at.

Lee Donghyuck seems to be giggling, the brightest smile on his face as he gently swings — only he's not alone. He's with a very familiar person, one of Renjun's best friends, the subject of Na Jaemin's love.

"Uh. Yeah," Jeno nods, turning his head back to his laptop one beat late. He hands Renjun the camera, this time with the appropriate card. Renjun doesn't miss the dull sparkle in his eyes as he forces out a laugh, "Let's get back to work?"

They're not particularly close friends, so Jeno's feelings are not his business; he doesn't think he should even know about it, but hey, it's either that he wasn't so discreet or that Renjun's just observant — it's not his fault that he hesitates a bit, especially when Jeno blinks away his tears like that.

He doesn't want to make it awkward, still, so he nods.

Questions flood his mind as they work silently, questions much like 'Why do people do this to themselves? Of all the people you'd fall for, why your best friend? Is it because you're always close? Is it the mutual understanding?' He doesn't understand at all — looking at Jeno, he's really, well, an elegant person. Not to mention, kind as well. To be realistic, most people fall in love with looks at first so no doubt people adore Jeno, and yet... yet he's here, waiting on a possibly unreturned affection.

But then to consider, Jisung is stunning. That didn't make Jaemin love him the same way. What the hell is this mess?

"It's already 4:30, so what do you say we head home now?" Jeno proposes, and he snaps out of his stupor. Renjun absentmindedly nods.

They walk side by side in peaceful quiet until they part to the direction of their own homes. Before he reaches his, he remembers the pictures from Jeno's camera: snapshots of Donghyuck's sweet smile occupies the camera's memory — one where he's dressed up as an angel, one where his eyelids glimmer of gold eyeshadow and glitters, many of where he's laughing and not looking at Jeno's direction. Some of where he's wistfully staring at his phone.

It kind of reminds him of Jaemin to Y/N, or Jisung to Jaemin, or Chenle to Jisung. Now, whenever he looks at lines that never meet, he'd think of Jeno and Donghyuck as well — because Jeno doesn't need to say it, but his eyes do the work for him. Renjun doesn't need words to figure out that Jeno's in love.

Renjun worries about him a little.

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Whenever something intriguing happens, he's almost always accidentally there — back then, when he and Jeno saw Hyuck and Y/N, and now, standing a few meters away from Chenle and Jisung.

He doesn't understand — all he wanted was peace, an alien friend, and a book that hits him right in the gut. Watching his friends do this thing they're so bad at is easily not something he signed up for.

He could look away. He could turn and walk the other way since obviously, Jisung and Chenle would feel awkward if they realized he's there, but then he heard it. Chenle's question. It makes his heart miss a beat.

"How many times are you gonna keep on breaking your heart?"

Renjun furrows his brow. Could Chenle even answer his own question? It's all too ironic. It's none of his business, but it's all too ironic.

He realizes at that incredibly strange moment that Jisung and Chenle appeared like a movie scene, or a drama, whatever works. Something in the way they stand in front of each other is oddly pleasing, an aesthetic so hard to get enough of. If not for the anguish in Jisung's eyes as he falls on Chenle's arms, Renjun would say that it's the perfect sight.

Before all of that, Jisung had smiled and answered the other's question: "How many times can your heart break for the person you love?"

Chenle only stretched his arms as a reply, an invitation for a consoling hug. "Never too much," he wanted to say.

Renjun could see.

How in the world they don't notice him there, Renjun doesn't know. By now, he figures he should be used to his friends being dense. He means, well, they had these feelings for each other for as long as he can remember and if Huang Renjun, Mr. It's-None-Of-My-Business-So-I-Didn't-Know, noticed whatever the hell this mess is, surely they should've known long ago, right?

Chenle stands there alone. Jisung must've left earlier during the time he spent spacing out. He stands behind the other, a reasonable distance away so he still doesn't figure out he's there. He waits for him to resume walking; for five minutes, he doesn't. Renjun makes himself known by rushing and cheerily slinging an arm on the other boy.

"Hey, Zhong Chenle, whatever it is you've been doing these days, how did it go?"

"Same old, I'm amazing," he airily says, startled but comforted at the knowledge that it's a friend and not someone trying to kill him. "Haechan hyung wrote a song. I'm certain it's for Y/N."

"Really? That's sweet," Renjun can just begin to imagine the blush at that friend's cheeks if Donghyuck decides to sing the song on the school showcase. It should be a fun night for them! Jisung is performing, Chenle too, Jaemin as well... his smile dies down a little at the other's name.

"But... Jaemin, though."

It's something he shouldn't know — pretty sure Jaemin thinks nobody knows about his feelings, but then again, how can he hide anything from anyone when he looks at that person with hearts for eyes?

"Yeah. I'm worried for Jaemin hyung and Jisung," the younger wistfully sighs, tugging the other to walk on his pace. He sighs again. "You know how he is."

"I do. In fact, I'm worried about all of you," Renjun hums. Chenle raises a brow, but Renjun makes note of the split-second panic in the younger's mask of faux confidence. Renjun smiles, "I'm worried about you, Chenle-ah."

He makes an odd sound aiming at nonchalance, and it scares him how natural he sounded as he fakes a laugh. He slings an arm on Renjun, making them walk the opposite direction of where they should be going, "You've been working hard and you're saying nonsense now. Let me just treat you ice cream — trust me, hyung, you need it."

The older of the two sighs and decides to let it go. Before that, though, Chenle smiled at him and shook his head, "What's there to worry about me?"

Internally, Renjun wanted to pull him into a hug. In his mind, he'd held his friend and answered, the heartbreak you feel in silence.

###

Back then, Jaemin told Renjun something very interesting — something about the way he glances at people.

As an example, Jaemin had said then that Renjun looks at Y/N like he does to his favorite book, full with wonder — Do you know how loved you are? How many people love you... how many hearts broke for you... how beautiful and conflicted you are — and well, he agrees. He does feel like that.

Jaemin said Renjun looked at both him and Jisung like twin stars, as if the world is never correct unless they're side by side. One is always beside the other, even when one is shrouded behind clouds.

Secretly, Renjun disagreed: he feels like he looks at them like a scene that was supposed to be but never was. An accidental masterpiece that never occurred because the artist was too careful.

Jaemin said Renjun looked at his almost acquaintance Jeno with a strange kind of familiarity, like they knew each other for several lifetimes but never dared to actually get to know each other; he stared at him as if they were identical. As if somewhere in the boy with hopeless love beating in his heart is a part he relates to.

But Chenle... Jaemin said he looked at Chenle like his heart broke. He didn't go into detail, he refused to, and it left him confused.

A year, seven months, and two weeks from that event, Renjun realizes just why, and he figures out that after all, most things in life are not a choice. Maybe that's why people continue to adore hopeless cases.

All Renjun ever wanted was peace, an alien friend, and a book that hits him right in the gut. He never asked to realize that all those years, he refused to acknowledge something, a big part of him. He never asked to be one of those people who couldn't control their feelings.

"You were a dream that shined brightly above me..." Renjun reads, the words more saccharine and dreamy when it's spoken in his voice, "and just like the fate of a gazer and a star, you are so far from my reach. But still, you've had me at first sight, and all I wanted was for gravity to let me fall from Earth and then into your hold— this doesn't even make sense."

"Yeah, but only because you skipped to that chapter, dummy." Chenle grumbles, stealing back his book, "These are references. They're referencing to the past events you didn't get to read."

"Yeah, but still. It's unrequited love." Renjun answers, "It's way too complicated for me."

The wind blows, an addition to the cold lingering in the air. Jaemin isn't present tonight as he's dealing with the consequences of procrastinating essays for weeks, so naturally, his best friend Y/N should be there too. Renjun wishes no heartbreak to his pure, lovesick heart — something in him knows that it's where everything will lead to, but he hopes it'll go easy on him. Jaemin deserved the world, none of the painful side of it.

Jisung didn't come today, too. He's busy with his performance, perfecting every snap and every turn, every single move that completes his routine. Maybe it's a diversion for him. Renjun prays he doesn't overwork himself, and he hopes the younger doesn't go harsh on himself, he hopes he doesn't beat himself up for falling for someone who was too busy hoping to catch somebody else.

Jisung deserved the world, as well. All of his friends did. Renjun finds himself quickly growing fond of them all from their most lovable traits down to their unnoticeable flaws. He loves them all each a different way, all with the same intensity.

This one, though. This one might just be a little too special.

A deep frown leaves him as he decides to lay down the grass he's previously been sitting on, and Chenle bemusedly laughs, a small sound compared to his usual.

"You're smart. That's why everything is way too complicated for you."

And it's there again, the longing in his gaze, the one Renjun knows is for someone else. The omnipresent feeling of telltale heartache signs floats around him like lustrous fireballs, but the boy beside him seems iridescent, each a different color on every side. If Renjun closes his eyes long enough, he could just imagine himself having control and not fading at the sight of every view.

"You know, don't you?" Chenle asks, turning his head away from the other and staring up at the sky instead. He compares to an epic painting. "I'm in love with Jisung."

"And Jisung is in love with Jaemin, Jaemin who is in love with Y/N," he adds in affirmation, knowing it's what Chenle wants to hear but his mind is far away from being lucid to that thought.

In his mind, he adds, but me? Do you know that I'm in love with you? He shakes that thought away, "I know. I know you guys, and it's not hard to see."

Carefully, Renjun adds, "The words each of you refuse to say... they're in your eyes. All the time."

With him laying down like this, the other resembles the Little Prince from the book Renjun always loved. His blonde hair sways with the wind and the things it does to Renjun makes him heady of stars. Chenle shrugs, "I thought you'd be mad. It could've ruined our friendship."

Think of heartbeat, only a little faster. And more demanding. Afraid? Hurt? In love? How different are they supposed to feel? Free fall. Stardust. Rose.

"Perhaps, everyone just falls in love with their best friend," Renjun drawls out, "Even just a little bit, from time to time."

Now, he gets a little bit of what Jaemin was trying to say but refused to explain: Renjun looked at Chenle like his heart broke. He looked at him like that, and a thousand more unsaid ways he didn't even know existed. He looks at him like all he wanted to do was tell him his feelings, but he was so afraid. He looked at him like he's afraid that he won't fall in love as hard as this anymore, like he's scared that one day he'd be unable to adore someone romantically because they're not this boy, his greatest love.

He looks at him like all he wanted was a sight so beautiful he overlooks the other, and arms so warm he doesn't seek this one-sided fire, like he craves for a drink that'll burn away the confessions stuck on his throat and trapped on his lips.

He looks at the boy he loves with lenses of blue, that in a way where he isn't really sure if he wanted to forget or remember. All that he knew was he wanted to be loved.

Chenle chuckles again, but this time he lets himself fall down and lay beside Renjun. He reaches his hands to the stars, dwelling on how much smaller he is than these speckles of lights, and swears on each and every one of them — "Friends forever?"

"Best friends," Renjun corrects. "You, me, Y/N, Jaemin, Jisung — best friends forever."

And he said it a hundred times, he wants to say it a million more. He wouldn't wish any other way for all of them but always; there is so much he wants to share, so many things he wants to experience with all of them.

They're best friends forever, they've said that a hundred times. He wants to say it a million more.

But somehow, sitting underneath the stars with only his favorite book and Zhong Chenle beside him, it doesn't feel right.

It doesn't feel right to be just best of friends.

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Daydreams and Night Monkeys

//This post is acting funny and won’t come up, so I’m reposting!

Summary:

“You can’t go back to your room.”

“Um, yeah. I don’t think I should, with Mysterio’s tech and everything.” Peter admits. “But, I mean, I’ll figure something out. There’s always Mr. Harrington-”

“Or you could stay here.”

Characters: Peter Parker x Michelle Jones, Ned Leeds x Betty Brant, Mysterio, Mr. Harrington, Charles, Abe Brown

Wordcount: 4,529

Warnings: Fluff, Touch of Angst, Nightmares

Daydreams and Night Monkeys

Even though it’s the brightest night of the year in Prague, Peter can’t help but feel as if he’s stumbling around in the dark

After his quick departure from his hotel room, he did manage to contact Happy, who assured him that Mr. Fury would be alerted about Beck’s deception

It’s something, at least, but Peter knows the fight is far from over

Beck isn’t going to let it rest that easily, and figuring out the next move while keeping him in the dark will be a bit difficult now that he has access to E.D.I.T.H.

To top it off, Happy will be arriving the next day to get Peter out of the field, where Beck is certain to be searching for him

Which means that Peter is going to go far away from Prague, far away from the trip he has been looking forward to for ages

And far away from black dahlia necklaces and the girl who has seen right through him for months

The girl who has been watching Spider-Man so intently that she fooled him into thinking that maybe, just maybe, she might have been looking for Peter Parker

Peter shoves the thoughts out of his mind as he swings over the rooftops, paying no mind to the lights that flicker in the streets below

He doesn’t want to think about how they smolder just like the destruction of the carnival, burning as a reminder of his failure

It is only as the glowing lights of the hotel come into view that Peter realizes he can’t go back into his room

Mysterio may have bugged it, so returning there would be putting himself in harm’s way

He really only has to make it one night until Happy comes to get him tomorrow, so Peter decides to room with Ned

After all, he memorized the number of Ned’s room off of the list of room numbers that came out on the bus

So, as Peter slides through an open window down the hall and climbs the ceiling to keep out of view of any cameras, he knows which door he is looking for

There’s only one problem

When the door does come into view, Peter already recognizes it– and it’s not because it’s Ned’s

He knows it because this is the door that he saw MJ leave through earlier, and it’s the same door he knocked on after to suggest they go for a walk

Peter’s heart skips a beat at the thought of showing up at her door at two in the morning, but he’s out of options

So, after steeling himself, Peter knocks on MJ’s door for the second time that night

The door opens unexpectedly quickly, and Peter doesn’t know what he was expecting, but it isn’t this

Because, when MJ answers the door, she seems to be wide awake

The slightly taller girl is wearing a large, comfortable-looking grey hoodie with a faded picture of Rosie the Riveter on it, as well as a pair of black leggings and black socks

Her hair is loose, completely free of the style she had worn earlier that evening, and her dark eyes are alert as they find his

Peter is rather grateful for his mask at that moment because he can feel his eyes widening and his cheeks heating up

It takes a moment for him to finally find words, and when he does, Peter just barely keeps himself from becoming a stammering mess

“I, uh– Sorry? Sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you up or anything–”

Before he can continue, MJ cuts his off, blinking a couple times before she does so

“Um, it’s cool. You didn’t. Wake me up, I mean.”

Peter lets out a quick breath in relief as she glances away from him, fiddling with the cuff of her sleeve

“Right, okay. Good.”

MJ glances up at him, raising a brow in question, and this causes him to continue

“Uh, I thought this was the room Ned was assigned.”

A gleam of understanding enters MJ’s eyes, and she nods slowly as she replies, “Oh, right. Yeah, he traded me for a room closer to Betty. I think they’re right next to each other.”

Peter nods quickly, several times in succession, as he rambles, “Yeah, that makes sense. Do you, uh, remember your old room number?”

MJ’s fingers tuck a few stray strands of hair behind her ear as she seems to ponder the question for a moment, eyes wandering upwards

Peter is almost glad not to be the object of her piercing gaze for a moment since his face currently feels like it’s hot enough to melt into the mask

“Well,” she says slowly, “I remember the last room I was in. But that was after I traded with Charles for the Wi-Fi and with Abe so he could have the corner room, so…”

“Oh. Okay.”

For a moment, there is an awkward silence as Peter’s mind races, and he tries to think about any possible alternative

He could pretend to be sick and spend the night in Mr. Harrington’s room, but then he’d probably have to fake throwing up or something, and he doesn’t think he’s a good enough actor for that

And spending the night on the roof doesn’t exactly seem brilliant when Beck has access to a host of flying, killer drones

“You can’t go back to your room.”

Peter’s eyes flicker to MJ’s as she says it, finding that her gaze is locked on his again

“Um, yeah. I don’t think I should, with Mysterio’s tech and everything,” Peter admits, a hand rising to scratch the back of his neck awkwardly

“But, I mean, I’ll figure something out. There’s always Mr. Harrington-”

“Or you could stay here.”

Peter’s eyes widen as he looks to her, surprise filling them

He hadn’t expected her to say anything of the sort, and now he is certain that his face is burning holes in the Stealth Suit

She, for the record, looks about as comfortable with the idea as he is

MJ is religiously avoiding his gaze now, almost like she did earlier in the evening when they both suddenly became aware of the fact that he had stripped down in front of her

But Peter knows he’s pretty much out of options, so he manages to mutter, “I-I, uh, I mean… Sure. Thanks.”

MJ lets out a wordless nod and quickly turns around, entering the room and leaving the door open for him

Peter glances over his shoulder, making sure that he’s managed to avoid the cameras in the hall before he disappears into MJ’s room

The thud of the door behind them suddenly snaps Peter to reality

All at once, Peter is very aware of the situation in which he has found himself

Because, even though the plan went down the drain days ago, this possibility?

It is not one that Peter would have even dreamed of considering

And now, Peter is standing in the middle of MJ’s hotel room in nothing but a skin-tight Stealth Suit in the early hours of the morning with no idea what he’s supposed to say

“Um, I can crash in the bathtub,” Peter offers quickly, shutting down the train of thought

“But then I’ll have to reschedule my three AM bath,” MJ points out, voice deadpan as she stares at him

There’s a little glimmer in her eyes, however, that tells Peter that she may not be as serious as she seems

“Messing with me again?” he prompts, unable to keep a small grin from forming on the edge of his lips

MJ tips her head slightly to the side, and a hint of a smirk creeps onto her lips

“Yeah. You’re catching on.”

Before Peter can let the warmth that’s fizzling in his chest spread too far, she’s turned away

“But yeah, you probably shouldn’t sleep in the bathtub,” MJ reasons, her back turned to him as she walks to the chest of drawers and begins to rifle through them

“I mean, you need sleep with everything that’s coming.”

It’s the first time anyone’s vocalized it, and it’s kind of like getting a kick to the chest that he somehow really needed

Even on the phone, Happy didn’t really talk about anything past getting Peter out of the field, and the discussion about Fury didn’t include any future involvement in the affair

But deep down, Peter knows that he’s been a part of this from the beginning

And whether he likes it or not, he’s going to have to see it through to the end

It’s his fault Beck has the glasses, his fault that these Elementals are about to become more dangerous than ever

So it’s his responsibility to remedy it

Peter lets out a breath in a controlled exhale, nodding slowly as he says, “Right. Sleep is always good... I can take the chair, in the corner.”

Peter gestures to the upholstered armchair by the window, and MJ shoots him an unimpressed look in response

“You’re going to be sore if you sleep sitting up,” she counters firmly

“You can take the bed, and I’ll take the chair.”

Peter’s eyes widen as he stares into the unflinching gaze of his classmate, who appears so resolute that Peter is almost afraid to try to change her mind

Still, the idea of taking MJ’s bed is ridiculous enough that he still has to try

“I’m not making you sleep on the floor, MJ,” he presses, attempting to make his voice sound as insistent as hers

MJ raises an eyebrow and Peter knows he’s not going to win this argument-- she is much, much smarter than him, much better at arguing, and has the added energy that comes from not swinging across Prague all night

“You’re not making me,” she counters, crossing her arms, “I’m offering. And you are going to sleep in a bed because even if you don’t I’m taking the chair. So it’s the bed or the floor.”

Peter is quiet for a minute, brow furrowed as he looks at her

She’s infuriating, but as they stand opposite one another, squabbling over something as stupid as sleeping arrangements, the sight of her sharp eyes and each word from her quick tongue is enough to make his heart race

“I just don’t want to take your bed from you, since you’re letting me sleep here and everything.”

Peter’s words are honest, just like she is: they’re tired, and they are earnest, and they reveal the truth

Which is that Peter is too tired to fight this fight right now, but he’s not still going to try because he knows he owes it to her

For a moment, MJ’s eyes widen, but she quickly recovers

And then it’s Peter’s turn to be surprised, because she tips her chin up and says:

“I mean, we could share it.”

A lump immediately rises in Peter’s throat, and his eyes feel like they must be bugging out as he looks at her, blinking rapidly

His voice, when it leaves his throat, is higher than usual as he stammers, “What?”

“I mean, it makes sense,” she says quickly, turning around

As MJ moves to the drawers beneath her TV and begins to open them, Peter thinks her words might be coming slightly faster than usual

Still, her tone is nonchalant as she reasons, “You need to sleep for tomorrow, and you aren’t going to sleep well if you’re freaking out about me being in the chair. So it’s kind of a convenient solution.”

When she turns around, MJ has a pair of flannel pajama pants in her hand, as well as a t-shirt that says “Feminist AF” on it

“But if you’re not cool with it, I guess we could-”

“Wait. Wait, uh, no. I-I’m cool.”

MJ arches an eyebrow as she looks at Peter, and he is grateful for the moment to collect himself

Because, due to the fact that his heart is currently trying to chisel its way out of his sternum, he barely remembers even choosing to speak

Maybe she hasn’t been watching him for the right reasons, and maybe she doesn’t like him the way he likes her, but Peter knows that he’s still head over heels for Michelle Jones, even if he doesn’t have the right to be

He’ll get over it, because he knows it would be disrespectful to keep pursuing someone who isn’t interested

But he can start getting over it tomorrow

Because tonight, with a battle looming over him and exhausting dogging his every step?

Tonight, Peter can’t deny himself one last night imagining he has half a chance with the most incredible person he’s ever seen

“Then you should go change,” MJ replies slowly, dragging Peter out of his thoughts and extending the bundle of clothing in her hands to him

“Huh?” Peter stammers, a few seconds delayed in realizing what she’s doing

“You’re- you’re gonna want pajamas.”

“Oh. Right... Thanks.”

“Uh, don’t sweat it,” MJ murmurs, the corner of her lips quirking upward slightly

Still, she appears slightly stiff, and Peter can’t help wondering... Is she nervous?

Rather than trying to puzzle that out, Peter takes the clothes and turns to enter the bathroom, shutting the door a bit too quickly behind himself

It takes a few moments to catch his breath, and then a few more when he realizes, as he’s changing, that the clothing smells like lavender soap

The fabric is soft against his skin, and as he steps out of the bathroom Peter realizes he finds the slightly-too-long pants comforting

He’s so caught up in having his enhanced senses overwhelmed with MJ that it takes Peter a moment to realize she’s turned off the lights

Prague is still bright outside the window, and the lights from the city combined with the light of the moon keep the room illuminated enough that Peter can see pretty much everything with his sharp vision

This is how he spots MJ, who is standing by the bed

She has turned down the sheets, something strangely particular that fits perfectly among her other quirks, but she is currently staring out the window, at the city below

A few of the lights have flickered out due to the time, but the city still sizzles and sparks below her, and the lights cast a warm glow that bathes her face

The soft light illuminating the curves of her features causes Peter to catch his breath, a sound that alerts her to his presence

She glances his way, and immediately warmth floods Peter’s face, making him grateful for the low light

MJ quickly tucks a curl away from her face, breathing, “Sorry. It just looks like...”

She doesn’t finish the sentence as her eyes come to rest on his face, and Peter watches as she swallows uncomfortably

For a moment, uncertainty flickers in her eyes, as well as an apologetic gleam, and Peter realizes she’s worried she said the wrong thing

“No, you’re right,” he murmurs, glancing at the window and back to her

“It does. Uh, but I’m not gonna let that happen anywhere else.”

For a moment, MJ stares at him across the room, and her dark eyes gleam with the reflected shine of the streets below

Peter catches his breath and wonders if he is imagining the gleam of something else that he can see, the little spark that seems to be lit as she looks at him

“I know.”

Her voice is filled with quiet confidence, and for a moment neither moves

And then MJ turns to the bed, letting out a breath

“Uh, I normally would close the curtains, but...”

“No, it’s okay,” Peter says quickly

He understands: it’s too easy to imagine, in the dark, that they are cornered in the room

And it’s also just a bit too easy to imagine other things, things that Peter knows will have everything to do with the girl he’s crazy about on the other side of the bed

MJ hesitates at the side of the bed, then swallows

“I, um, normally sleep on the left side of the bed...”

“Right, okay,” Peter agrees, slowly coming around to the right side

He hesitates for a moment, heart hammering, and then before he can tell himself this is a bad idea, he pulls back the covers and slides underneath them, then turns his back so that he is facing away from her

Across the bed, he can hear the rustling of blankets, and then after a moment the bed creaks slightly as she slips in

Peter catches his breath, and he seems unable to let it go as they sit in silence for a moment

He tries to shut his mind off, but it’s extremely difficult to think about anything but the fact that, an arm’s length away, MJ is bundled up in the blankets

His enhanced senses make it even more difficult to focus on sleep, because every inhale and exhale from across the bed is loud and booming in the relative quiet of the room, and he can hear the sound of her curls brushing the pillow as she adjusts her head

A million hypotheticals race through Peter’s head

What if he sleeptalks? What if he moves in his sleep, and like, punches her in the face or something? What if he does something super embarrassing, like drooling or stealing all of the blankets?

What if he is thinking so loudly that she can hear every single one of these hypotheticals?

After a few minutes that feel like hours, however, Peter relaxes as MJ’s breathing deepens and evens out into a rhythmic cadence, and he finds that knowing she’s asleep is starting to make him sleepy, too

Because the blankets are thick, the mattress topper is soft, the room is cool, and the lavender soap on the clothing paired with the cinnamon shampoo scent that his senses are picking up from the other side of the bed are soothing

Peter is just about to drift off when MJ’s breathing begins to speed up

The change is gradual at first, but Peter’s senses pick it up almost immediately as the time between breaths speeds up and the breathing becomes shallow

Peter barely has time to wonder if she has woken up before her inhales become ragged and desperate, and he slowly rolls over in the bed, cautious in case he wakes her but swift in case something is wrong

“MJ?” his whisper is soft and careful, but it doesn’t seem to have any effect on the girl across the bed

His eyes adjust quickly, and his heart sinks as he finds MJ’s face

Her brow is furrowed, and though her eyes are closed, the expression on her face is pained and fearful in a way that makes him feel sick

Her breath is coming in uncontrollable bursts now as her eyes roll beneath their lids, and a few sounds somewhere between whimpers and strangled gasps leave her lips as she silently mouths words, almost like she’s crying or calling for help

The sight is one that causes Peter’s heart to ache in his chest

Never has he seen such pain in the eyes of the girl who isn’t afraid of anything, the one who discusses true crime and conspiracy theory like the weather and who walks backwards into every fire armed with a well-aimed retort

Peter doesn’t know what he’s doing as he reaches for her shoulder, but her name leaves his lips in a whisper that is laced with concern

“MJ?”

The murmur is not enough to wake her, but it seems that there is no need

Because as soon as his fingers find her shoulder through the hoodie, her breaths pause

And then, slowly, the expression of pain begins to melt to one of exhausted relief

Peter doesn’t know why he suddenly can’t breathe-- maybe it has something to do with her soft, worn hoodie beneath his fingers, or the slim, strong shoulder he can feel beneath that

But he knows, as she slowly turns so that she presses further into his touch, that it is the contact between them that has calmed her

To test this, Peter begins to withdraw his hand, and immediately an incoherent groan leaves her lips as MJ turns her body in search of it again

Peter hesitates for half a second before carefully returning his hand to her shoulder, struggling with what to do next

Because on the one hand, he knows she is asleep and he doesn’t want to take advantage of her

But she’s also in pain, and he doesn’t want her to have to fight it off alone

So, slowly, Peter begins to slide just a bit closer under the blankets

As he does so, MJ angles her sleeping body towards him, burrowing slightly closer to him

The action brings a small, reverent smile to Peter’s lips, but it fades as he focuses entirely on getting closer without waking her

Peter manages to close the space between them, moving so that their bodies are a few inches apart

Just when he is about to settle, though, sleeping MJ decides that this is not enough for her

Peter’s heart just about shoots out of his chest as her willowy frame presses against his, as MJ tucks his head into the crook of her neck and brings them to close that one of her arms is pressed against his chest at a slightly awkward angle, while the other comes to drape haphazardly across his torso

For a moment, Peter doesn’t breathe at all

But then a long, quiet sigh of relief is breathed from just a little bit above his head, and MJ’s breathing returns to normal

And before he can stop himself, Peter slowly brings his arms to circle her torso, keeping them innocently positioned so they are wrapped around where her ribcage meets her abdomen

She is warm, against him, and the rise and fall of her chest is rhythmic again

Warmth of a different time floods Peter’s chest, and he savors the moment of quiet peace so long that he doesn’t even realize he’s slipping into a deep sleep

Peter hasn’t slept this long or this peacefully for a long time, since before the Blip entirely, so when the sun streams through the window, waking him, he finds himself extremely disoriented

For one thing, he isn’t in his bedroom, and for another, he’s not wearing his clothes...

It all comes back to him in one instant, and then Peter’s eyes shoot wide open

His head is on his pillow, and one of his arms is folded beneath his head, clutching the pillow while the other is sprawled across an empty bed

His heart hammers desperately as he remembers the events of the night before, and Peter sits up so rapidly that he experiences a head rush

The sunlight is so bright that it takes Peter a moment to realize that MJ is across the room, packing her backpack

She’s gotten dressed, in the dark green jacket she likes, and her hair is pulled back into a familiar ponytail

Her dark eyes flicker to him immediately, and she quickly scans his face before commenting, “Nice hair.”

Peter runs a hand through his mess of curls, swallowing as he struggles to find his voice

It’s slightly husky from sleep, but he finally manages, “What time is it?”

“Almost time for breakfast,” MJ replies simply, glancing at the hand in his hair before returning to her bag

“But you were out late, so I didn’t want to harass you until I had to.”

“Thanks,” he breathes, not looking away from her even though she’s not looking his way

The only sounds are the rustling and swishing of her cloth bag for a moment, and Peter’s mind races

Because all he can think about, in that moment, is the way that her curls felt against his cheek last and the smell of cinnamon and spices that he almost imagines still linger on the sheets where she slept beside him

Finally, he’s brave enough to ask it

“How did you sleep?”

Her eyes snap to his so fast that Peter can’t breathe for a moment, and he wonders if they narrow just a fraction

But just as he thinks he might have seen it, they are dark and inscrutable as always again, and he is convinced he imagined it

“About as well as you can when there’s a drone threat snoring across the room.”

Her deadpan relaxes Peter immediately, though he winces at the last comment

“Did I snore? I’m sorry, MJ, I sleep alone so I didn’t know-”

“Kidding,” she hums, returning to her bag

“Oh,” he says slowly, exhaling in relief.

“Yeah, you were fine.”

“Good. Uh, thanks again. I should probably change and then go to the spot where I’m meeting Happy.”

“Happy?”

“Oh, um, he helps me out with... Mission stuff. He’s gonna get me out of here, and Harrington got a call that says I had an emergency at home.”

“Right,” MJ replies, nodding in understanding

For a moment, there is silence as Peter glances at her in the daylight

It had to have been a dream, then

She would have told him if he had overstepped with her, he was certain of that

He should have been relieved... So why was some small part of him disappointed that, last night, she hadn’t fallen asleep in his arms?

But Peter has bigger things to think about, bigger drones to fry

So he pulls himself out of bed and crosses the room to the armchair, where he left the stealth suit

“I’ll, uh, leave your pajamas on the bed,” he says as MJ crosses the room to the door

She glances over her shoulder, nodding as she hums, “Sounds good.”

There is a pause as Peter crosses to the bathroom and lingers in the doorway, and she says it so quickly he almost doesn’t hear her

“Good luck, Peter.”

He lets out a breath and nods in return, murmuring, “Thanks,” and then he has disappeared into the bathroom

But MJ lingers in the doorway of the hotel room when he is gone for a moment, eyes wandering to the bed

Her eyes take in the depression left in the very center of the mattress: a shape too large for just one person, but the perfect size for two pining high school students, tangled together

With a glance to the bathroom, she crosses the room and quickly makes the bed, pulling the sheets so that they’re crisp and so that they erase the picture that the bed had drawn of the night before

Peter still hasn’t come out of the bathroom by the time MJ reaches the door, so she casts one more glance over the room, which has been transformed by the daylight

A soft smile crosses her lips, and it lingers there as she lets out a long breath, straightens up, adjusts her bag, and then disappears out the door so she can pretend with the others to be surprised by Peter’s “sudden departure.”

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