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(Not) Alone - Chapter 5

Summary: Consumed with worry and scared after watching Dani almost die, Danny begs her to come home with him and meet Jazz. He wants to see her safe and happy and taken care of more than anything. An important reveal also weighs heavy on him – Dani isn’t the only living clone… and the other is him. He needs to tell her the truth; maybe that will convince her to agree to the idea of telling his parents. And she'll stay in Amity Park with him, where he'll never have to worry if she's safe ever again.

Meanwhile, Dani has mixed feelings. Still reeling from the loss of her clone siblings, Danny’s unexpected worry and care make her uncomfortable. And her own guilt… she hurt him and helped get him kidnapped twice. How can he care about a mistake like her? But having clean clothes and a bed is wonderful. And things aren’t as simple as she thinks.

Will Dani accept the help she needs and let herself be loved? Or will she push Danny and Jazz away and run again?

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As soon as she heard the question, a dozen different answers crowded Dani’s mind. Well, really, first there had been surprise; they were really going to let her choose. (Vlad never let her choose anything…. The thought was a stab to her core. And after running away… was it really a choice if she was pushed to act because of necessity, if she never got to enjoy those choices?) But after that….

She could choose! Granted it needed to be in Amity Park… but there was still so much to do. They could stay in and watch tv, play a game, talk, relax. That might be nice but… she could go out with her brother and…. Jazz. (But Dami called her his big sister. And if Jazz was her brother’s big sister, then wasn’t she also….) Dani pushed away the thought.

They could get out of the house; that’s what Dani had been thinking about. And the possibilities! There was the park. Amity had so many restaurants and stores. She’d flown over a huge mall complex…. And there were docks; she’d seen the shore of a large lake while flying overhead. Did that mean there was a beach? Were there museums? A zoo? An aquarium? A space observatory? She didn’t even know what the options were. What all did Amity Park have to offer?

That mall complex…. A memory tickled her brain.

It was so hot, it felt like she was melting (even faster than she already was.) The huge square building loamed above with so many people inside, cool air blasting through the doors. Dani wandered through the opening. She followed the smell of food to…. a large area with tables. People crowded around them, eating so many different kinds of food.

“Jamie, look!” An excited voice caught her attention. Dani’s eyes flickered… to a girl about her age. “Can we get ice cream?” The girl asked, tugging on a teenage boy’s hand.

His eyes sparkled with humor. “I bet we can convince Mom.”

Said adult walked up to the pair, pushing a stroller with a wiggly three-year-old boy.

“Mom, can we get ice cream?” The girl immediately asked.

Big eyes and pleading from the three kids, including the toddler who quickly joined the begging, swayed the woman soon enough.

Dani watched from a distant table, feeling her heart ache as the siblings enjoyed their treat. After, toys were pulled out of a colorful shopping bag. With the teen’s help, the toddler got into a bag of plastic dinosaurs. The two boys played.

“Oh! You got me!” The older laughed, his brother’s T Rex taking out his Triceratops. “Mercy! Mercy!”

The girl hugged a stuffed bear. “Mr. Cuddles loves you very much.”

The oldest complained. “Nellie!”

At the same time, the youngest giggled, taken by the attack of plushie kisses.

Dani wished that that was her and her brothers.

She had watched the family leave after that. She’d accepted as many free food samples as she could until the old lady in front of the Japanese food stall demanded she either buy a meal or leave. She had left, planning to sneak some food later, after the mall closed, even as her core clinched with guilt at the thought. She’d wandered around stores for a while… until a concerned employee asked where her parents were and called security to ‘help her find them’.

Back in the present, Dani asked. “Can we go to the mall?”

That previously unattainable dream of going to the mall with her brother…. That was within her reach. She could wander around stores without the concerned looks wondering where her parents were, without the disgusted sneers at her dirty clothes and unkempt hair. She could buy food, instead of guiltily sneaking what was left over after closing.

Jazz smiled kindly. “Of course we can.”

Dani helped the older two teens with the dishes. Food put away and kitchen clean, the three left the house. They piled into the red-head’s car and drove off.

The drive was short and yet paradoxically so long. Dani wasn’t used to being in a car. She’d sneaked onto trains and buses while on the run. But her only experience with a car? (A dash of guilt… she had still been with Vlad. He’d taken her in his limo to the airport before they’d flown to Amity Park to kidnap her original.) It was weird, being buckled in like this. The vehicle seemed to sway gently… or not so gently, as Jazz made turns sharply and quickly.

But soon enough, the car arrived in front of the rectangular building. Jazz parked and the three got out of the vehicle, walking to the door. They passed a fountain with bronze statues, metal children playing in the water. And the actual entrance…

Dani stared up, eyes wide. It was huge! The entire side was glass, windows stretching up to the ceiling, to an overhang supported by massive square pillars.

Sensing their approach, the automatic doors opened. Jazz and Danny walked through. Dani followed, smiling at the blast of cool air hitting her. Eager eyes flitted around the area, hungrily taking in everything. One step, two, three deeper into the mall. Slowly, Dani’s steps trickled to a stop.

This was incredible. If the outside looked huge, somehow inside was even bigger. Compared to this mall, the one she’d visited before was tiny. A circular area stretched in front of them, bustling with people walking to and fro. A square stage at one side hosted a singular musician with a guitar. Plants in pots lined the stage, more sitting against the pillars supporting the upper floor’s walkway.

And on that second floor… a red and yellow neon sign drew her eyes to a uniform rusty brick covered area. A stark contrast from the white and tan facades of various stores, interspersed with their unique logoed splashes of color. What was up there?

“Dani. Dani?” A voice calling her name drew the girl out of her thoughts.

She blinked. “Huh? What?”

Her eyes fixed on her brother, grinning back at her. “Pretty cool, isn’t it?”

She nodded, hurrying up to him. “It’s so big! And open. Those windows,” She waved back at them. “Make everything look so sunny. And there’s music and so many people. And the fountain outside was so cool!” She looked up, pointing at the bricked second floor. “What’s that?”

The boy chuckled. “That’s the food court.”

“Food court?!” Somehow, Dani became even more excited at the words. “Can we get something to eat?”

“We just had breakfast.” Jazz said, more than a hint of humor in her voice. The older girl half-turned, back to the colorful display she’d been looking at.

“What’s this?” The clone girl asked.

“The mall’s directory.” The red-head smiled down at her. “Where do you want to go first?”

With wide eyes, Dani searched the map. So many fun options….

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The first stop (because it was the closest) was the pet store. Inside, birds tweeted and dogs barked. Dani buzzed with excitement.

“Puppies!” She peered through the glass. “They’re so cute.”

The store had bunnies. “She’s so soft.” One of the employees let Dani hold one.

And fish! Hamsters! Lizards!

“I think we should get a snake.” Dami teased his older sister, eyeing the orange and white creature. (A corn snake, that’s what the display said. But it didn’t look anything like corn?)

The red-head shook her head, wrinkling her nose. “Ew. No.”

“But look at him.” The boy brought out the puppy dog eyes. “He looks like he wants to come home with us.”

And the kittens!

With big round eyes, Dani stared at the little black cat. She wanted to pet it so badly, to scratch under its tiny chin. The animal batted at a toy stuffed mouse.

“Oh, you like your mousie, don’t you?” She cooed. “Don’t you?”

It was so cute, she felt like her heart would melt. And at the same time… it squeezed. (There had been a black cat that she’d sometimes see stalking through Vlad’s garden. Muscles helped her sneak out water and food to it. The other clone’s soft, deep voice… We shouldn’t leave her milk, Dani. She can’t digest that.)

“Okay, even I’ll admit that’s cute.” Another (though not as familiar?) clone brother’s voice.

Dani looked up at the boy (And that, looking up, was still blowing her mind.) “Cute!? This is the most adorable thing I’ve ever seen.”

The boy raised a brow. “I take it you’re a cat person then.”

The girl nodded. Then… she blinked, her own brow furrowing. She was a cat person, yes. But her brother… “Are you a cat or a dog person?”

It was weird to ask. She didn’t know the answer but… she felt like she should have. Tiny had liked the cat who roamed the garden, right? But the way he’d just called her a cat person. Even I’ll admit that’s cute ? What did that mean?

Her brother blinked, for a moment considering. “A dog person. I think? I always wanted a puppy as a kid. I asked Mom and Dad every birthday and Christmas for years. And I have a ghost dog now, Cujo. You need to meet him too.” He smiled. Then, shrugging. “But there’s this stray cat Jazz has been feeding. We named her Muffin. She’s pretty sweet. And I loved that feral cat that kept showing up at Vlads’.” His eyes sparkled with mirth. “Remember that time it caught a baby rabbit for you. Dropped it right at your feet.”

For a moment, her heart twisted, confused and overwhelmed by those two responses. So much of that she didn’t recognize….

But in the end, Dani laughed. “Yeah. She dropped it, looking up at me like ‘look at me, I’m such a good little hunter’… and the poor little guy was still alive! It ran away. She went after it, caught it again, and dropped it back at my feet. But the bunny ran again. She caught it, dropped it… And scowled up at me, like ‘why aren’t you going after it?’”

“She thought you were a big dumb kitten.” Her brother laughed, ruffling her hair. “She was trying to teach you how to hunt.”

“I’m not a big dumb kitten.” She poked at his side. “You are!”

“Hey, we already established I’m a dog person. I can’t be a kitten.”

“But you like cats!”

“Okay. So maybe I’m a bit of both.” He shrugged. “The cursed cat-dog if you will. Like from that old cartoon.”

Dani blinked. “What?”

“Okay so…”

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The inane conversation continued as the three left the pet store.

“Let’s go there!” Danielle pulled the older two teens towards a colorful store. Large yellow letters boasted ‘Toys and Co.’

Big bright eyes took in the crowded scene. The tiled floor was bright yellow, whimsical music flowing through the air. There were so many stuffed animals, action figures, baby dolls, and Barbie dolls. A giant Lego castle!

Dani practically ran to the circular table hosting a bin of colorful blocks. Huddled on the other side were a few other kids, all younger than her, but she couldn’t care less about the age difference. The girl grabbed a handful of blocks, starting to build. What should she make? A space-ship? A race car? Her own little castle?

The other two teens joined, making their own little creations while chatting. The clone girl focused on her masterpiece, tongue stuck out in concentration.

“And…. done!” The girl exclaimed.

“What is it?” Damian asked.

“A rocket-castle.” She boasted proudly.

“That’s great.” Jazz congratulated, pulling out her phone. “Let me get some pictures.” She snapped a few, asking Dani and Dami to pose.

“Done?” The younger girl asked impatiently.

Jazz barely finished nodding and Dani was off again. So many things to see!

Racing toy cars on the model of Amity Park. Setting up a tea party in the dollhouse display. Banging out a tune on the floor piano mat. It was all so much fun! (It had been so long since she’d just gotten to play.) And even more fun as the older two teens played with her.

“Woah! Jazz, go!” The boy cheered. “Faster!”

The red-head obliged, feet shuffling faster on the mat. A dissonant clash. “Shoot. Wrong Note.”

“Faster!” Dani put up her hands.

“I’m going as fast as I can!” Jazz argued. But somehow the older girl went faster. Another clashing note hit. “I saw that, you gremlin!” Playfully narrowed eyes flashed to the boy, who withdrew his hand from the highest note with a mischievous grin.

Still, the red-head finished with a flourish. “Ta-da.”

“That was awesome!” Dani clapped. So did her brother, and even some other children and adults who had been watching.

Jazz blushed. “It was okay.”

“No.” The clone girl jumped up and down. “It was so cool!”

The older’s face softened, seeming to believe the words. “Thanks Dani.” A moment of hesitance… Then Jazz reached out to ruffle her hair. “Do you want to buy something? Like I said, I’ve got money.”

“I can buy something?” The girl blinked up, eyes wide.

“Of course.” A kind smile. “Pick out something you want.”

Dani searched for several minutes, hesitant herself. Her heart twisted in her chest. Jazz actually wanted to buy her something. She could hardly believe it. (She understood Damian being nice to her. But why was the red-head being so generous too?) But…

“This is perfect.” The girl smiled softly, her mind going back to that scene of the three siblings at the food court. She took the bag off the display.

“Why plastic dinosaurs?” Damian asked, brow furrowed.

Dani shrugged, face impassive.

“Let the girl get what she wants.” Jazz took the item. “Great choice, Dani.”

At the register, the older girl pulled out a plastic card and bought the toys. She gave the youngest the bag. And Dani held it close to her heart, like it was precious.

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Next, they visited a huge bookstore. Two stories tall, with escalators in the middle. Dani had never seen so many books!

“I loved this book when I was your age.” Her brother picked up a thin paper back with a smile.

The clone girl looked over his shoulder. A majestic lion stared from the cover, two young girl’s faces buried in his mane. “The Lion, the Witch, and The Wardrobe?”

“Oh. That’s a really good series.” Jazz offered. Then her brow furrowed. “That’s a different cover than I remember reading.”

The boy turned the book over, perusing the back. “Mom’s copy is older. From the 90s or something.”

“I like the older cover better.” The red-head huffed.

“You would.” The boy rolled his eyes.

Again, Dani’s heart clenched with an odd feeling. So much history and familiarity here, between the two older teens… she felt left out, like last night when they were making dinner. But…..

Her brother looked up, holding out the book to her. “Do you want to give it a read?” A hint of sadness in his smile. “I know you, reading everything you can get your hands on.”

That was true enough; before she’d read every book she could find in that cabin. But less for the love of reading and more for voracious curiosity, the desperate need to connect to the world outside those four walls. And from the sad look in his eyes…. Damian knew that as well.

Dani took the book, eyes skimming over the back. (Her heart squeezed. She could imagine reading this to Daniel, sitting on the floor in front of his pod. But he wasn’t…)

She shook her head, smiling. “Yeah. It looks cool.”

The clone girl ended up leaving with the novel and a book on dinosaurs.

“Oh! This looks interesting.” Jazz had offered the book eagerly.

Danielle’s heart warmed at the attention, accepting with a smile.

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Next was another toy store. Build-a-bear! Jazz and Danny helped her make a stuffed animal, a black dragon with large green eyes and tiny wings. She picked out a tiny saddle for him and a bear-sized Spiderman shirt. After much deliberation, she named him Inky. The nice employee put her new friend in a white box that looked like a little house as Jazz paid.

Then the candle store! It smelled so good. So many of the candles had weird and funny names. She wanted to smell every one. In the end, her brother and Jazz almost had to drag her out.

“You can’t smell every candle, Dani.” Dami quietly whined, an arm over her shoulder. “People are starting to look at us weird.”

“Fine.” The clone girl huffed. She squirmed out from under the arm, hurrying out of the store.

Then her eyes flickered to the red-and-yellow neon sign she’d seen earlier. ‘A Fork in the Road’…. The food court!

She turned, pointing. “I’m hungry. Can we get food?”

“That sounds good to me.” Dami turned to the red-head who nodded.

“Yes!” Excited, Dani ran ahead of the other two.

“You’re not supposed to run.” Jazz called after her.

“Just let her go.” The muttered reply.

Turning the corner, Dani was greeted by a surprisingly rustic scene. As viewed from the entrance, the outer wall was brick. Rows and rows of tables sat in the middle, interspersed with pillars supporting the wood-beam criss-crossed ceiling. And on the inner side and back wall…. The food stalls!

Colorful neon signs offered so many different types of food. It all smelled delicious.

“What looks good?” Her brother said, coming up behind her.

In the end, Dani went with Chinese food.

“So good.” The clone girl gushed through her noodles. Jazz and Dami knew good food! She’d said that about every single meal she’d had with them. (It was kinda sad; maybe it tasted better when she didn’t have to steal it.)

There in the food court, Dani took a rest to play with her new spoils, coaxing her brother into a dinosaur fight and attacking the other two teens with kisses from the newly named Inky. All the while the three discussed where else to visit on their mall trip.

The arcade and electronics store were fun. There was the Amity Park Gift shop, selling just about any object Dani could think of, with the city name in big letters and little cartoon ghosts. And even more items marked with a familiar insignia.

“Aww. They have Danny Phantom plushies.” Jazz jutted her lip out, waving the doll in the boy’s face. “Isn’t he adorable?”

Dami raised a brow skeptically. “Uh huh….”

The red-head turned sharply, marching towards the checkout. “I’m going to buy him.”

The boy’s jaw dropped. “Seriously?” Then, crossing his arms as the older teen ignored him… “I didn’t authorize this.” He muttered.

Dani giggled at the exchange, begging Jazz for her own Phantom plushie. (Even as staring at the miniature likeness of Danny Phantom gave her an odd feeling.)

The three left the tourist shop, passing in front of one of the numerous clothing stores. For just a moment, Dani’s eyes lingered on one of the outfits in the window. It wasn’t her typical style at all, a sleeveless dress with a flared skirt and a pattern of little flowers. But… an odd squirming in her gut. It was pretty. (Would she- messy, dirty, not good enough, imperfect, a mistake- look cute in it….)

“We can take a look if you want.” Dami offered.

“Yes. We should get you your own clothes anyway.” Jazz nodded. “Not just our hand-me-downs.”

The words shook Dani out of her thoughts. “No. It’s fine.” The girl frowned down at her feet, crossing her arms. “I don’t need new clothes.”

Her insides squeezed guilty. Letting Jazz and Dami buy her little fun gifts was one thing but her own clothes… that was… that was too much.

“Dani-” Dami started, reaching towards her with big compassionate eyes.

The girl side-stepped, stomping away towards a big neon sign. Even still, complex feelings swirled in her core. She didn’t need help. She didn’t need someone to take care of her. (She didn’t deserve it.)

No, she couldn’t think like that, not when Dami was being so nice to her (after she yelled at him this morning). Her gaze flickered around for a distraction, keenly aware of the footsteps quickly following after her. The clone girl’s eyes fixed on-

“What’s that?” Dani pointed at the poster. A smiling man and woman sat on a giant pink letter B, in front of a blue background.

Her brother took the bait. “Oh. It’s the Barbie movie.”

Barbie… like those dolls she saw at the toy store?

Dani’s brow furrowed. “Can we see it?”

The older two teens exchanged looks. There was a moment of hesitation, as if the two exchanged silent conversation about whether or not to push the clothing shopping.

Eventually though, Jazz sighed. “Yes, we can.” She marched up to a glass window with a teenager sitting behind it. “Three tickets for Barbie at four, please.”

The three watched the movie, Dani squirming in excitement in her seat. She munched on the popcorn. Her head tilted, not understanding some of the jokes, but still she grinned and laughed. The girl almost busted a gut during the Ken’s song and dance number. She even teared up at the end, as Barbie made her choice. (The question rang in her core…. What was I made for?)

“That was amazing!” Dami gushed star-eyed. “I’m just Ken…” As the trio exited the closing mall, she skipped down the almost empty halls and sang loudly, her previous angst long forgotten.

Another short drive and they arrived back at Fenton Works. The older two prepared a quick meal, after entertaining Dani with some board games. The clone girl went to bed with a smile on her face.

#Danny Phantom #my fic #(Not) Alone #invisobang 2023 #Invisobang

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skylarmoon71 · 3 months

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Lance Sweets (Bones) - Crossover AU - Chapter 9

It’s not often that you end up in the field.

You’re not exactly an FBI agent, nor do you work with forensics. So your assistance is rarely ever requested. However, when Camille told you about the standoff at the museum, you sort of reacted.

It wasn’t logical. You’d never been reckless, especially given your situation. But when you learned that not only Booth, but Brennan and Sweets were being held hostage, it didn’t take much more convincing. You’d zipped over there as fast as you could, not before equipping yourself of course.

“Listen to me, the police are already on their way. Let us go and we can work something out.”

“Shut up!!”

You could hear Booth from the outside. If what Sweets had told you at the start of the case was true, if this man felt cornered, he would hurt them. You could hear the sirens in the distance, so without a second thought, you snuck in through the back.

“Listen Todd, you got ten minutes to let us go or so help me!”

“Booth, I don’t think it’s smart to threaten the man with the gun.”

“Not right now Bones!!”

They were anxious for good reason. Todd was still pacing.

“Let them go.”

Your voice caused them all to look up. Todd jumped, pointing the gun in your direction.

“Get out of here!”

“I’m not going anywhere, you have my friends hostage.”

He looked torn between aiming the gun at you and eyeing them.

“You have two minutes before the police get here. You can run, I won’t stop you.”

Booth looked panicked. You weren’t wearing any gear that they could see and he knew for a fact that you didn’t have a gun.

“Walk away.”

You advise.

Todd shook his head, and you glared, walking forward.

“S-Stay back!!”

He closed his eyes and Booth yelled for you. The shot struck right in your chest. Todd looked up when he didn’t hear a cry of pain or your body hitting the ground. You were still walking towards him and he fired every shot. When you were within distance, his bullets were completely out. You punched him right in the jaw and his body went down like a log. They all just stare, and Sweets swallowed. He knew you must have had a good reason for revealing your secret to them.

Kneeling, you slid the knife out of his belt’s harness, heading over to them.

Booth and Bones were still gaping. When you cut them free, they could only stare.

You understood, so while they were massaging their wrists, you opened your jacket. The bullet proof vest caused recognition to cross their faces.

“After we were kidnapped I became paranoid.” You inform.

Booth smiled, then started laughing as he patted you on the shoulder. You returned it with a smile of your own as he moved to Todd’s side to handcuff him.

“I’m glad you guys are safe.”

Your eyes moved to Sweets. You could see the relief on his face.

You know exactly why.

Getting held hostage seems to have become a regular thing now.

A little after work, a team meeting is expected. You’re all at a bar, having drinks, enjoying the company. Booth is telling the tale of how you stormed in there. Brennan is giving corrections on his exaggerations. You and Sweets are sitting a little further. Everyone seems immersed in the story. You take a sip of your drink.

“You need to be more careful. That was dangerous. What if the bullet had hit somewhere else.”

“I’m bulletproof.”

“I know that but your secret is-”

“Not worth watching the people I care about get killed.”

He’s silent for a moment, and you look down at your drink.

“I can’t get hurt by normal weapons, I can’t get drunk, drugged, and my life expectancy is possibly tripled that of anyone on this planet. I’ve lived most of my time here afraid that I’d be discovered. Since I’ve met you I..I haven’t been as worried about it. Maybe it’s this team. There’s a part of me that worries that if they ever found out, then it wouldn’t be so easy to accept. But then there’s another part that thinks maybe..maybe they’ll love me, regardless of what I am.”

Your hopeful stare is fixed on him, and he fully understands.

“I can’t speak for them, but I know that alien or not, you’re someone I care deeply about.” Sweets’s confession causes a delicate blush to grace your cheeks.

“Thank you.”

It’s a soft mutter and Sweets smiles at your bashful expression. It’s always cute when you get like this. More so because you’re often wearing a stoic look on your face.

“So, you can’t get drunk?”

“Not at all. “

“That sucks.” He laughs, and you end up doing the same.

Booth sends a look to his teammates when they all hear the sound. He merely smirks.

They all know why.

Well, most of them.

“Why are you all smiling like that?”

Brennan’s question just makes them all begin to laugh.

#lancesweets #trust #kryptonian #family #seely booth #temperance brennan #bones 2005 #humor #care #friends #FBI

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dromaeo-sauridae · 2 years

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That whole situation sounds terrible, but I hope you feel better soon! Try to take it easy on yourself. There’s always tomorrow :)

thank you

i might end up sitting in the bathtub a while cuz the fan drowns out noise so hopefully i can sleep there until it quiets down haha. if i go tomorrow it’ll be so much walking for all day but if i stay i’ll have to work more.. dont really have a good option

#my family is my ride in and out and they want to go all over #maybe i can convince them to let me stay in the museum while they walk around #cuz idgaf about monuments and thats what they want to see #jfjsjf sorry for using ur ask to bitch more i really do appreciate your kind words #thank you #people talking to me

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taestefully-in-luv · 3 years

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Always You | JJK (Five)

Summary: you and Jungkook have been best friends since freshmen year of college, there’s a lot of unsaid feelings and tension but neither make a move. what happens when his friend Taehyung (also your crush) needs a fake girlfriend?

Pairing: Jungkook x Female reader, slight Taehyung x Reader

Genre: friends to lovers, idiots to lovers, slight slow burn, roommate au, college au, SMUT (starting ch2), fluff, angst (in later chapters) slight crack, lots of drama

Word Count: 12.1k

Warnings: Swearing, alcohol consumption, sexual tension (?) sad oc, mentions of sex, kind of over the clothes action, drama, heated dance session lol, slight memory of sex, hair pulling, back scratching, mention of boner, second chances (?)

Notes: Okay, first of all THAT 1st TEASER PIC!!! DID WE SEE THAT? *chefs kiss*. Anyway thanks for comments you guys leave I really love reading them!!! Remember to send an ask if you want to be added to the taglist or just want to chat about the story:) have a great week everyone!

Taglist: @mooniyooni @thisartemisnevermisses @giadalin @kookiebunny097 @cosmosjk @moonchild1 @just-jeon @anpanman-sonyeondan @starlight-night0 @yessii-i @apollukee @mikasaredscarf1 @kaye-rosales @bunnyjeonjk @dyriddle @seagulljk @hass-mich-los @peachy-skz0325 @wonusbitch

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May

Gloomy: The dictionary may describe it as hopeless and despairing but really it should just be a picture of your sad, sad face.

1 month…yes, one whole month has passed since you last spoke to Jungkook. No text, no calls, no random show ups, nothing. Gloom. Gloom. Gloom. Graduation came and gone so quickly…you walked the stage with your friends minus two but honestly you can hardly remember the event. You tried your hardest to be as excited as everyone else but the feeling of gloom stayed with you.

By the end of the month you finally started accepting he isn’t coming back and right around that time you actually heard from him—Jungkook that is. He sent you a pathetic text that he’s moving out and will be by to retrieve his things. More gloom.

The next couple weeks after that are a blur, you recall the sound of movers throughout your apartment. You didn’t have the courage to speak to him…you didn’t have the courage to even leave your room if you didn’t have to. You were so wrapped up in everything you didn’t even consider that fact that you will have to find a new roommate to cover the other half of the rent.

Every day just dragged on, every day a repeat of the last. Wake up, drown in black coffee, scroll mindlessly through your phone and work your full time job. You called in sick too many days already so you have to go or you’re at risk at getting fired. The same day, every day. The same gloomy fucking day.

Jimin tried to call or text every day to make sure you were like, alive. He apologized over and over for not telling you as soon as he found out about the Taehyung situation but he felt that if Taehyung was going to tell you then it is best it comes from him and not Jimin. You can understand that. He also frequently would show up at your apartment to surprise you but you rarely let him in. You did feel bad though, he’s just trying to be there for you.

Jimin 6:04pm

Please let me in?

Jimin 6:05pm

Well…I have some take out for you babe, ill leave it on the doorstep.

Jimin 6:05pm

Call me sometime ok? Love you

Guilt would consume your body but you just couldn’t deal with human contact right now.

June

Around month 2 you finally felt okay to see people again—your close people that is—aka Jimin was finally allowed in, he made you take a hot bath while he cleaned up for you and made you a proper meal. The amount of instant ramen containers lying around the place was by far one of the grossest things he’s seen. The shit that was growing…he shudders just thinking about it.

He would come over every day after work in the evenings. He left day time babysitting to Trina.

“Girl…all this over a boy?” she would constantly say.

You also tried applying for job after job, but the postgraduation life is harder than you thought…at least for you. Jimin landed a job as a kids choreographer, Trina starts up at one of the local elementary schools as a kindergartner teacher and you? You’re still working at the bakery down the street. You applied for many entry level positions in the marketing field but failed miserably in interviews…which only further discouraged you and worsened your mood.

It was also around this time you decided to finally delete Jungkook off all social media and block his number. You refuse to hear from him at this point…not that he was reaching out or anything. You wonder what he’s up to postgraduation? No, you don’t want to know or care. You considered hanging up a picture of his face on your wall so you could throw darts at it but you decided that was maybe on the crazy side. Taehyung sends you weekly texts, asking about how your day/week is going. He updates you on his life as well, apparently he got the curator assistant position at the museum that he wanted. You still feel hurt over everything but you are happy for him. It’s funny, you feel so betrayed over that but Jungkook is the cause of your gloom.

Every day just drags on, you feel heavy everywhere you go. Even when you’re just at home in bed.

By the end of the month your friends somehow convinced you to go on a date—a horrible date at that.

He was awkward as hell, a bad kisser and would lightly…tap your ass in attempt to be sexy. It was a disaster, you don’t even remember what the two of you even talked about at dinner. You just remember his tongue being horribly shoved down your throat and his weird ass tapping habit.

July

Then month 3 finally came around. A month where the weeks went by breathing became just a bit easier. Yes, any and everything still reminded you of Jungkook but it didn’t hurt as terribly as the previous months. By the end of the month you even agreed to your first real social outing. You are hesitant, but you agreed…

“I don’t know guys…a birthday party? We like, don’t even know the girl?” you frown, nibbling on the flesh of your bottom lip.

You are sitting in the middle of your bedroom floor, clothes piling all around you as you try to decide on what to wear.

“You need to get out babe…plus it’s a friend of a friend, so it’s cool.” Jimin says holding up a rose colored crop top, motioning for you to nod yes or no to his suggestion. You cock your head to the side, deciding what pants to go with it.

“I have to say I agree with Jimin, y/n.” your new roommate Holly chips in, “Since I’ve moved in I don’t think I’ve seen you go out even once.”

“Also a party is the best place to find some easy dick.” Of course that’s what Trina has to offer.

“Yes to the crop top Jimin.” You point your head towards the shirt, “Okay don’t have to call me out like that Holly.” You glare at your roomie, “And Trina, we both know I ain’t ready for no type of dick.”

“So we’re looking for some pussy tonight?” Trina smirks, “Nice.”

You rolls your eyes, a chuckle escaping your lips, “Shut up.” you throw a pair of shorts at her face.

“But seriously y/n…Maybe Trina is on to something…” Jimin sits down next to you, crossing his legs in front of him, “Maybe this is a good chance to like—”

“If you say move on I will literally kill you.” You cut in, “There’s nothing to move on from!” you throw your hands up dramatically. “Taehyung used me, Jungkook wants nothing to do with me. And—”

“Then why aren’t you ready for any type of dick?” Holly puts in her 2 fucking cents.

“Because I don’t want to be associated with any boys! Jimin is the exception.”

“Somehow I don’t feel flattered by that…” Jimin puts a hand on your shoulder.

“When’s the last time you got off?” Trina abruptly asks. You turn your head in shock at her shamelessness.

“Trina!”

“Answer her, I’m curious too.” Jimin squints at you trying not to laugh.

“It’s…” your eyes slide to the side, “It’s been a while.”

Trina shakes her in disapproval, “Damn girl, really? My fingers constantly playing DJ, you know what I’m sayin?” Trina goes in for a fist bump but you just push her hand away.

“You’re gross.” You laugh out loud, and it sounds like music to everyone’s ears.

“I’m just real babey.” She flicks her hair back with a proud smile on her face.

Having these 3 around has no doubt helped you deal with the loss you feel. You feel like you are still mourning the dead. How’s Jungkook even doing? You’re too afraid to ask Jimin. Too afraid that he’s doing amazing without you. He must of realized how much better off he is without you around and that makes you feel small.

“Fine…” you mutter under your breath…Jimin snaps his head to look at you, his sly smile growing as he watches you fiddle with a short mini skirt.

“Fine what?” Trina asks with a smirk.

“Let’s find me some dick tonight.”

“Hell fucking yeah.” Jimin claps his hands together, “Tonight is about you!”

“y/n makes her debut tonight! She’s hot, she’s single and she is ready to mingle!”

You can’t help but giggle, your hands bunching up the material of the mini skirt as you look down at it, making your decision.

“Let me get ready and we can get this night started!” you rush to your feet, all the sudden feeling excited for tonight. You are going to actually do your hair and your makeup—you even shaved. You are definitely breathing easier tonight and you have to take advantage of that!

“Let’s do shots as we wait girlies,” Holly shows a bottle of rum she had hiding behind her back, shaking it in excitement.

“Naughty girl.” Jimin winks, standing to his feet, heading towards the kitchen to grab some shot glasses.

You get ready quickly, but taking your time where it counts. You give yourself a once over in the mirror and you have to say you are impressed. Your black jean mini skirt sits right below your ass, while your tits pop in this rose crop top. You wear short heels, and simple jewelry with just the right amount of makeup that makes your features stand out, and you have to say you would kiss yourself if you could—you look fucking good.

“woooooo” Jimin and Trina whistle out at the same time as they walk back in your bedroom.

“I’d fuck.” Jimin says plainly.

“Same as fuck.” Trina says bluntly as she swallows down a shot.

“Yeah you look pretty y/n!” Holly smiles, not really on the same level of honestly as your other two friends.

You burst into giggles, throwing your head back in approval. “Thanks guys…..Lets fucking do this.” You walk towards Trina and grab her shot glass, and you take the bottle from Holly, pouring yourself a shot.

“Ready to fucking mingle.” You gulp down the rum, the burn only encouraging you, the warmth stinging your entire chest and you couldn’t feel more content.

This house was one of the bigger ones, it was full of people and more people and like, more people. You managed to swallow down 3 or 4 shots back at your apartment and the alcohol is definitely working its magic on you, the world just a little nicer.

The amount of people doesn’t even bother you like it usually would, instead you find yourself barging through the front door and making your way to the dance floor with your 3 friends trialing behind you.

The heat of the living room is already intoxicating you, the amount of bodies rolling and grinding makes you feel loose and free. Before you know it Jimin is pushing a drink into your hands and you hug him gratefully as you begin chugging it back.

“Woah slow down, we have all night—actually fuck it, I like your spirit tonight!” he chuckles lightly, his hands going to your waist, rocking you to the beat of the blaring music. Trina and Holly disappear into the kitchen to grab more drinks while you and Jimin dance to whatever b…t…ah, forget it, you forgot the band’s name.

“Are you having fun?” Jimin slurs out, his eyes barely visible as he laughs at nothing.

“So much fun!” you yell out over the music then you lean down into his ear and whisper, “Thanks so much Jiminie…I know I was a little difficult…”

“A little?” he teases.

Jimin’s eyes travel behind you before they are widening. You notice, of course. You are about to turn your head to take a look at whatever he is seeing when his snaps back to you in panic, his troubled smile growing.

“Let’s go find Trina and Holly, yeah?” he tries to usher you toward the kitchen and you oblige. Too drunk and feeling too good that his odd behavior goes ignored by you.

“Kay!” you smile, hooking your arm with his. “Letsa go!” you say like you’re fucking Mario.

The two of you walk to the kitchen, finding Trina and Holly playing a game of beer pong with two random guys.

“Hello my bitches!” Trina hollers over the thumping bass, as she scores a cup of pong, her other hand on Hollys lower back.

“Wait, gotta use the bathroom, be right back!” you slur into Jimin’s ear, he just nods distractedly as he watches the game, laughter erupting his body for probably no drunken reason.

You walk back into the living room and start heading towards the other side where the bathroom is. The journey to the bathroom is fun, you accidently bump into a lot of people but they don’t seem to mind as they will just drunkenly smile at you and you would smile back in your own drunken daze. You skim the room with a dopey smile on your face, just admiring the crowd. You are shocked with yourself…you missed people and you cannot believe it. You continue to observe when your eyes land on tattooed hands. The hands are grabbing a handful of ass on the dance floor. You know these hands. Your eyes travel from his hands to his strong arms to his face…it is hiding in the nook of some girls neck and you feel like someone knocked the wind out of you. Jungkook.

He is kissing on some girl, no doubt leaving bruises behind from his attack on her neck. His hands cupping this girls ass so tightly, he guides her hips into his. You watch as she throws her head back in pleasure and you see him smirk. All his signature moves. You are left speechless. What could you even say? Why does this hurt? Why does this make you feel fucking sick? Why does it feel like you aren’t supposed to be witnessing this? Well, you know why but god, why?!

“y/n!!” It’s Jimin, jogging up behind you, “Fuck, I was trying to avoid you seeing this…” he admit softly, “I swear I didn’t think he was going to be here tonight…he didn’t seem that interested when I asked him about it…”

“It’s fine Jimin…” you mumble.

“Does it feel weird? Seeing him with this girl…?” Jimin is obviously trying to get you to admit something right now but you are not in the right head space to even give it a second thought.

“Why should it? Plus I’m used to this…she’s just some random girl for one night.” You twirl the ends of your hair between your fingers.

“Oh babe…” Jimin glances down at the ground, “This girl…she…he’s brought her to every party for the last month…” Jimin sounds as sorry as you feel.

The same girl? That’s impossible, you scoff. There’s no way Jungkook is actually seeing someone. But that doesn’t stop your stomach from twisting and turning and making you feel fucking sick.

“What do you mean?” you finally slur out, leaning your frame on Jimin.

“He brings her and they leave together too…” Jimin holds on to you, “I haven’t really asked him about her though.”

“Whatever. Fuck him, right? I won’t let this ruin my night.” You smile coyly, draping your arms around your friend. “Bathroom please.” You pout theatrically, pointing your head towards the bathroom.

“Okay let’s get you peeing in peace.” Jimin laughs, guiding you towards the door.

Once at the door, you knock a couple times to find that it is empty, “I’ll wait for you out here.” Jimin assures you.

Once inside the small room, you bunch up your skirt and pull down your panties, squatting on the toilet. You sigh in relief as you pee, but the relief you feel in your body stops when you recall the way Jungkook held and kissed this random but not so random girl.

Why should it bother you? It’s about time Jungkook got serious! But why did he have to dump you to achieve that? And why did It have to be with someone el…

You reach for the toilet paper, ripping it after a few sheets and wipe yourself as you drunkenly sing a tune. So what? You can easily replace Jungkook too!

You stand up, pulling your panties up and your skirt down and take a long good look in the mirror. Your hair is still intact, your makeup is only a little smeared—quick fix, and your tits are still poppin’. This night is just beginning, you decide. A whole new wave of confidence begins washing over you.

“Ready!” You pounce on Jimin’s back, he stumbles forward while laughing wholeheartedly.

“Should we look for Trina and Holly again? They’re probably still playing beer pong!”

“Sure.” You smile, walking hand in hand with Jimin as you make your way back to the kitchen.

Hours pass and you are now outside on the back porch piss drunk with your 3 friends and a couple new friends. Nick and his pal that you can’t remember the name of—but you remember Nick. He’s really tall and has nice muscles covering his body, his light hair is messy and looks like you would have fun pulling it.

“And that’s why I think aliens are already here bro, like they are probably here at this fucking party bro.” No name friend finishes his point. Nick holds in his chuckle as his drunk friend rambles.

“Totally bro.” Then his eyes land on you. Fuck, were you staring? Oh well, it’s best to get to the point. You two have been making eyes at each other all night and it’s time to make the next move.

“Hey Nick, wanna grab a drink with me in the kitchen?” you inquire with a sly smile.

Jimin’s eyes widen before he’s smirking “Don’t be silly, wrap that willy.”

Trina and Holly laugh at Jimin’s words while you turn fucking red with embarrassment.

“Sorry about him…” You excuse Jimin, but you continue to smile slyly.

Nick grins with all his teeth as he takes your hand and leads you back inside the house. His hand is much larger than yours and you are already imagining what his beefy fingers will do to your vagina. God, what’s his dick like???

You enter the kitchen and you and him walk towards the cooler full of beers, he lets you stand to the side as he goes to grab them.

“Nick!!!!” you hear a familiar voice and you wince. Jungkook stands next to the cooler, his hand wrapped around the girls hand, but he briefly lets go of it to dap up your fuck for the night.

“What’s up bro!” Nick returns the handshake, a wide smile on his face.

They know each other?

“I thought you said you weren’t coming tonight?” Jungkook’s hand goes back to holding on to the girl.

“I wasn’t going to but,” he nods towards you, “Glad I did.” He winks. Jungkook’s eyes follow Nicks nod and when he sees you stand there awkwardly he goes completely pale. Your eyes meet uncomfortably, Jungkook let’s go of the girls hand without a second thought.

“y/n?” he questions with a pained expression.

“You know her?” Nick asks, totally out of the loop.

You shift from one foot to the other, not really sure what to do or say. So you settle for his name. “Jungkook.” It feels foreign on your tongue. Like if you said it 3 times in a mirror a sinister ghost would come to murder you.

Jungkook opens his mouth then closes it then opens it then closes it again.

“Baaaaabe,” the girl next to him whines, “let’s get out of here already.” She says, not even acknowledging your existence.

Jungkook shamelessly eyes you up and down, his shock is very evident as he looks at you.

You can’t help but smile a little, knowing you look damn good.

“Let’s go too, Nick.” You saunter to his side, grabbing a hold of his bicep.

That’s when Jungkook knocks out of daze, his brows crease as he looks between the two of you.

“Wait—you and Nick?” he asks, completely amused.

“Is that a problem?”

“Nope.” Jungkook looks fucking smug as he smiles, his hand going to grab the girls hand again. “See you later?” he asks you. You of all people! “Uh? Probably not?”

“I wouldn’t be so sure of that.” Jungkook winks, turning around to leave as he leads his girl out.

Nick just continues to smile, completely oblivious, “So cool that we all know each other!” he grips on to your waist.

“Wait, how do you know Jungkook?”

“We—”

“Wait, it honestly doesn’t matter. Let’s just get out of here.”

“My place?” Nick breathes into your ear, he pushes your hips into his crotch so you can feel his half hard cock.

“Why are you already getting hard?” you tease, leaning up to kiss his neck.

“Honestly, I can’t stop staring at your tits. And I am imagining all the things I want to do to them.” He confesses hotly.

The uber ride to his place is short, only 10 minutes and it goes by quickly as you two have one another’s tongues down each others throats. His hands traveling all around your body, he even manages to slip his fingers past your panties to feel how wet you are.

“Fuck I can’t wait to get you inside…” his rapid breaths fan across your face as you nibble on his neck.

“Gonna fuck me?” you whisper quietly, not trying to get heard by the Uber driver, but you could also hardly care if he hears you or not, he gets 5 stars.

“Want you to ride me.” He palms his cock through his pants as he imagines you bouncing on his cock for him.

“If you deserve it like a good boy.” You replace his hand with your own, rubbing him ferociously over his jeans. You haven’t felt dick in months and the feeling is driving you absolutely wild, you haven’t felt this needy in a long time.

The Uber comes to a stop, parking in front of an apartment building. He lets the two of you know you reached your destination. You and Nick giggle as you thank him and stumble out of the car as you follow him to his apartment. He would stop every few seconds to plant kisses on your lips and grab your ass with a tight squeeze. He groans and rolls his eyes back as he explores your body.

“Wait til we’re inside,” you breathe out, your voice silky as hell.

Finally, after a short, kiss filled elevator ride later you arrive at his front door. His lips never leaving yours as he pulls out his keys, fumbling with them until he finds the right one.

He pulls away for a second to unlock the door and desperately pushes it open to let the two of you inside. Your lips are already back on his as you two trip into the entry way of the apartment, you walk him backwards, until his back is against a wall.

The apartment is dark besides the living room TV, you take a second to pull back and admire Nick’s fucked out expression, the blue glow of the TV making everything feel surreal.

You dive back in to kiss him, he prods his tongue into your mouth, swirling it around with yours making you moan into his mouth.

“Hi guys!”

Your eyes shoot open, mouth still attached to Nicks. You push your head back, disconnecting from Nick and yank your head to the left where you see a wild Jungkook sitting on the living room sofa, his mouth full of the cereal he is eating. He is wearing the most shit eating grin you have ever seen on him.

“Jungkook?! What the fuck?” You spit out, totally fucking shocked. Like, obviously.

“Hey man…” Nick breathes out heavily, trying to speak properly, “I thought you would be at Vanessa’s tonight?”

“Nah,” Jungkook smiles, “Dropped her off and came home.”

HOME?

“H-Home?” You look between the two guys, what the fuck does he mean by that. This is Nicks place, right?

“Oh you didn’t know?” Jungkook nods his head toward Nick, “Nick here is my beloved roommate.”

“What the fuck…” you mutter under your breath, trying to understand the mother fucking situation. Were you about to fuck Jungkook’s roommate? Are you still going to is the real question?

“Wait, how do you two even know each other?” Nick starts to look antsy, “Don’t tell me she’s one of the girls you’ve fucked…come on bro, leave some for the rest of us.” He chuckles somewhat bitterly.

“No!” you’re quick to say. You begin smoothing out your skirt, then your hair. “We just…”

“y/n is my bestie!” Jungkook grins, putting the cereal down and standing up. He walks forward until he is making a triangle with you and Nick.

“Was.” You spit out harshly, crossing your arms across your chest. Nick just stands there confused as hell, looking between the two of you.

“Anyway, I should get going.” You turn your body to Nick, a look of apology on your face.

“What? We can just go to my room?” he slurs, tugging on his pants uncomfortably, his boner still apparent.

“Sorry, no longer in the mood.”

You pull out your phone to order an Uber when Jungkook takes your phone from you.

“I’m not drunk, I can drive you.” He offers. You push your head back in disbelief, how does Jungkook have the AUDACITY to offer that to you?

“Why the fuck would I want that?”

“So we can…” His eyes slide over to the ever growing confused Nick, “Talk.”

You haven’t spoken to Jungkook in 3 months and today is finally the day you are able to breathe a little easier and he just has to barge back in.

“Like I said,” You snatch your phone back from him, “Why the fuck would I want that?”

Nick shifts around uncomfortably, his eyes darting from you to Jungkook.

“Well, I am gonna head to my room…uh, bye y/n…it was nice meeting you…I guess…”

You and Jungkook both turn your heads toward Nick at the same time, eyes shooting daggers at him.

“Yeah, bye.” Jungkook dismisses his roommate, his jaw clenching.

“Nice to meet you too…”

Nick walks backward until his back meets his bedroom room, he looks at the two of you one last time before turning around to disappear into his room.

“I said, let me drive you home.”

“And I said, why the fuck would I want that?”

“y/n don’t choose now to be difficult.” Jungkook takes a step closer to you, his hands running through his dark, messy hair. His eyes shut in frustration, “I just want to talk to you.”

“And I don’t want to talk to you.” You take a step back, “Plus, how would your girlfriend feel if you took me home?”

Jungkook’s eyes narrow, his mouth setting in a firm line.

“She’s not my girlfriend.”

“Could of fooled me and like, everyone else.” You scoff.

Jungkook bites down on his bottom lip, not knowing what to say. While she’s not his girlfriend she’s also not not his girlfriend. It’s complicated.

“Can I please, just please, can I take you home?”

“No, Jungkook. The fucking audacity,” you scoff again, “You haven’t spoken to me in 3 months,” your voice fucking cracks and you feel like dying. “Don’t start now.”

“y/n…” he runs another frustrated hand down his tired face, “I didn’t mean for it to go this long…” “I don’t fucking care, Jungkook.”

You feel your chest begin to burn, and your eyes begin to gloss over but you won’t cry. You won’t give him the satisfaction.

“I want nothing to do with you.”

You stare at the phone in your hands as you begin ordering your Uber when he yanks it from your hands once again, he hides the phone in his back pocket and you snarl.

“What the hell Jeon?”

“I said I am driving you home so we can talk so that’s what we are gonna fucking do, okay?” he grabs your hand and begins walking you towards the front door. There’s something about Jungkook...you decide to listen. You watch silently as he puts on his shoes and grabs his wallet and keys.

“Okay…” you finally answer, your voice timid.

He said you guys are going to talk but the car ride has been mostly silent save the low radio playing in the background. Maybe it’s better this way, you think. You aren’t sober, that’s for sure but you also don’t think you are drunk enough to handle this properly. You decide maybe that’s also for the best.

“You sir, are a fucking asshole.” You speak up, your fingers playing with the zipper of your purse. The car smells like it always does, his fresh laundry car freshener and you get sucked into a million memories linked with this scent.

“I know.” Jungkook eyes you from the driver seat, you shiver from the running AC and so he turns it down, “There’s a blanket in the back if you want to grab it.”

“No thanks, don’t know where that’s been.”

“It’s clean, I promise.”

Your eyes go wide as you recall his last promise to you…”Just a few days. I promise.”

“Yeah, I don’t actually believe in your promises anymore.” You continue to pick at the zipper of your purse, your eyes never leaving the zig and zag of the material.

“I needed space y/n, fucking sue me.” He groans out, his fingers gripping the steering wheel tightly.

“Oh I wish I could.” You snap back.

You feel your chest burn and tighten again, your eyes slightly watering. You have to force them shut to keep from any tears growing.

“I called and texted you every day.” You whisper, his grip getting tighter on the steering wheel.

“I gave you a few days Jungkook. But I never heard from you until 11 at night one night telling me you are fucking moving out.”

“I know, that was…fucked up, I admit. But I had to do what I had to do and I just wish you would let me explain that—”

“No.” you cut him off, “You don’t deserve to explain anything.”

“You mean so much to me y/n…”

“Don’t.”

Jungkook pulls over on the side of the road, turning off the ignition.

“What are you doing?” you sputter out.

He clicks his seatbelt off his body and turns to face you, “Getting comfortable.”

“Why?”

“Will you look at me?” Jungkook tilts his head towards you, “Will you please look at me?”

“No.” you stay facing forward, your hands folded in your lap.

“y/n…please.” His voice sounds strained and you almost feel bad. Almost, but not quite.

You don’t need this…you don’t need him. Ouch, you feel pain in your chest as you think that…oh, the lies you tell yourself.

“Say what you need to say Jungkook, so you can take me home.” Your face stays neutral.

Jungkook sighs out, feeling almost defeated, but not quite.

“I…I am so sorry.” He finally says.

“About what?”

“Everything y/n.” his voice cracks and somehow you feel satisfied.

“You’ll have to be more specific if you ever want my acceptance”

“I know…the first thing I am sorry for is not telling you about Taehyung. That was…that was wrong of me—”

“No shit, but go on.” Your voice stays steady as you speak.

“I was worried about other shit, I was selfish and it’s taking me a long time to forgive myself…but I’ve thought a lot about it these last few months and—and…”

“Oh? You’re worried about you forgiving yourself? Shouldn’t you be a little more concerned about I don’t know, me?”

Jungkook frowns at your words, because well, you’re right. And he’s getting to that part but you keep interrupting him. But he lets you.

“Yes. I am most worried about you, of course.” He breathes out. “You have no idea what these 3 months without you have felt like…”

“Really Jungkook? If anyone knows its fucking me. I went 3 months without you too. You left me!” you start to lose your composure as you speak, your hands gripping on to your poor purse. “When I was going through a really hard time you straight up left me.” You whisper.

“Please believe me…I had my reasons. It was truly for the best y/n.”

“For the best?” you scoff. “You’re such an asshole.”

Jungkook winces at your words, he knows you mean them and that hurts him even more.

“Can you just trust me?” Jungkook blurts out.

Huh? You shake your head, disappointed he would say something so …well, ridiculous.

“Just stop, Jungkook.” You hesitantly roll your eyes, still shaking your head.

Jungkook licks his lips over and over, trying to figure out his next words.

“I really really,” he begins to lose it, his eyes darting all around the car. “just need you to trust me.” He blinks repeatedly, his eyes not focusing on anything in particular.

You, of course, do not believe your ears. Trust him? How could you possibly trust him?

“I just really…I really had my reasons y/n. And I’m sorry, but I just need you to just trust me, that I had my reasons and that I do care about you.” His voice is shaky and you’re uncertain how to take this information.

“I’m confused…” you begin, you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “You want me to trust you? Even after you left me? Even after I ‘threw myself’ at you?!”

“You weren’t in the right head space y/n…you were vulnerable and…and you didn’t actually want me. You just were feeling used and rejected and needed something to make you feel wanted. To feel better. You wanted to use me for that and I couldn’t let you. But how much could I handle? You liked one of my friends, dated him…sort of, even slept with him and I had to be your shoulder to cry on when,” his breathing picks up heavily as he tries to speak, “it doesn’t matter.” He grits out.

You sit there…speechless. He wasn’t wrong, was he? You were feeling lost and rejected and used and you just wanted something or someone to feel better and who better than your best friend? But it’s also his fault you needed things to work out with Taehyung in the first place!

“Jungkook—”

“I’m not done.” He breathes out, his hot breath reaching your skin.

“I needed some space to think. But I realized I couldn’t properly think things through if I saw you every day, so yeah, I moved out. I’m sorry…” He runs a hand through his hair, a light chuckle makes it way past his lips “Then I met Vanessa.”

“I don’t want to talk about your little girlfriend.” You turn to face forward in your seat, your eyes glancing at the stop sign ahead.

“I told you, she’s not my girlfriend. But it is complicated.”

You continue to look straight ahead, your heart racing in your chest. The subject of “Vanessa” making you feel anxious.

“Complicated how?” you gulp.

“Don’t worry about it.” He laughs to himself, you turn your head to look at him.

“Are you serious, Jungkook?”

“We fuck y/n.”

“But it’s more than that right?”

“Yeah…” Jungkook bites down on his lip.

You look at him bewildered.

“Do you like her? Love her?”

You grip your purse in your lap, waiting for his answer. How would you feel if he answers yes? Are you brave enough to endure that answer? And if he says no? should you be happy? Should you feel relieved?

“No.” he closes his eyes, he folds his hands in front of him. “It’s complicated.”

You sign in relief—oh. Relief is the emotion you are feeling. Why? Why should it matter?

“Why are you telling me all of this?” you whisper.

“I want to be friends again, y/n.” he says softly, his eyes searching yours.

This is madness, how the hell could you save this friendship? Your face scrunches up and the first couple of tears slide down your cheeks, you shake your head as they continue to fall.

“You don’t know how this makes me feel…” you cry out. “I don’t even know how it makes me feel.”

You miss him, so fucking much and he’s right here offering himself to you. But you ‘re so hurt.

“y/n…I know I hurt you. But you gotta believe me when I say it is the hardest thing I have had to do…you understand that right? I had to do it…you understand right?” he begs.

“You were so quick to abandon me, Jungkook.” You drop your head into your hands, the tears uncontrollable now.

“I…” Jungkook begins to panic, his own eyes glossing over. “Fuck, I’m so sorry. Please y/n…I can make it up to you.”

“Things would never be the same, you get that right?” you bawl into your lap, your words coming out broken.

“Please baby, I just need you in my life again…” Jungkook admits, his own words choppy. He reaches his hand to touch you, to his surprise you don’t flinch. His hand cups the back of your head and he begins to massage it softly.

“I have missed you so much and nothing I mean nothing can replace you.” He hesitates to continue, “trust me…I have tried.”

You sob into your hands harder, the weight of his words crushing you.

“I’m sorry Jungkook but I…I don’t believe you.”

Jungkook’s eyes widen as he absorbs your words, his mouth falls open in shock. Don’t believe him?

“What—what do you mean? What are you saying?” his panic filled voice makes your stomach churn.

“I reject your offer. Now please take me home.” You lift your head and stare straight ahead. “I’m serious.”

Jungkook face twists into a bewildered expression, he doesn’t believe his ears. You…reject him?

“Wait—”

“I said take me home now.” This time you snap your face in his direction, the cold look in your eyes piercing his very soul.

“Okay.”

Hopeless: the dictionary describes it as without hope ; despairing. But in reality, it’s just a picture of Jungkook’s poor, poor face.

Jungkook parks in his designated spot in the lot of his apartment complex, he reverses in because why the hell not. So extra. His drive home was silent… not even the radio on a low volume keeping him company, just complete silence. He turns the car off but doesn’t make a move to get out, he just continues to sit here in his car and sigh out dramatically every 5 seconds.

He’s so confused and lost on what to do. He bangs his head against the steering wheel a few times just for the hell of it, he just…he didn’t think you would reject him. But honestly? Can he blame you? All he’s done lately is be selfish and mess up over and over again. But he wishes you could just trust him but he also wishes he could just tell you the truth. Maybe then you could understand his position and you wouldn’t be mad at him anymore. But he has to wait.

Jungkook’s head is still banging against the steering wheel when more thoughts of you bombard his mind. His breathing picks up and he starts to sniffle, he doesn’t want to cry but you just…you don’t want anything to do with him. He balls his hands into fists and hit the steering wheel over and over causing the horn to go off a few times but he doesn’t care he’s so upset, he just….

When Jungkook saw you tonight for the first time in 3 months he swears his heart actually stopped. He swears it raced so quickly that it just stopped. He let go of Vanessa’s hand so quickly because he wanted to rush to you and hug you close, he wanted to just feel you. Not having touched your skin for the last 3 months…he doesn’t want to imagine even another day.

A few tears slip past his closed lids, he chuckles darkly as he recalls you and Nick. He thought, wow, the universe is cruel and also hilarious. His fucking roommate? He shakes his head, laughing again but his lips remain downward. He feels so fucking helpless right now. But he deserves this, he deserves to feel this pain. He did this to himself and he’s fully aware of that.

Jungkook thinks of your face, he thinks of your smile, he thinks of your eyes and he cries harder, his tears landing on the steering wheel and sliding down landing on to his lap. Yes, he feels like all hope is lost but he knows he cannot give up. He will win you over again one day. He lifts his head and wipes his tear streaked cheeks with the back of his hand and breathes out steadily.

“y/n…” he whispers to himself. Your name leaves his mouth in frustration. He won’t give up. He can’t.

~~~~

“And they were roommates?!” Jimin shouts, a banana half sticking out of his mouth, Trina gasps and whispers “Oh my god they were roommates.”

“Yeah, it was a total shit show.” You bang your head against your breakfast table. Holly rubs your back as she sits next to you.

“Then what happened?” she pries further.

“Yeah what the hell happened y/n!” Jimin yells out.

“He asked to be friends again…and I totally rejected him. Maybe I was too harsh? He was so sad guys…it makes me think…I might agree to kind of being…friends?”

Jimin shuts his eyes as a frown decorates his face, he places a hand on his hip and he inhales a sharp breath, “Listen…you’re both my friends and of course I want you to be good again…but he hurt you …bad.”

“I know Jiminie, but his reasons…” you bite your lip, “Never mind.”

“Well, I don’t like it.” Trina butts in. “He fucking left you, remember?”

“Yes Trina, I fucking remember—”

“Then fucking act like it!”

“Trina relax,” Holly intervenes. “They have a long history, right? It’s hard to just forget about everything…”

Jimin stands from his chair, hands on both hips. “Fine, if we are doing this…then you better actually try. Don’t half ass shit, if you’re going to be friends then don’t be an asshole to him, don’t make snarky remarks…I know your ass.”

Jimin has a good point, you haven’t actually thought about how you will act.

“I’ll be a good girl.” You raise your right arm to salute him.

“Fucking smart ass.” He rolls his eyes.

“Are we serious right now?” Trina shakes her head, “You moped around for 3 fucking months y/n. You cried every time you even thought of Jungkook…which was a fucking lot.” She points out, “Listen, you stayed strong when you talked to him in the car. Don’t break just because you feel bad for the dude because he’s fucking pitiful. He doesn’t deserve your pity girl. He’s an asshole!”

“Trina, be nice.” Holly says sternly, reaching forward to grab on to Trina’s hand. Trina visibly relaxes and nods her head towards Holly and smiles softly.

You and Jimin share a look. Are they….?

“You…” You slam your eyes shut, Trina’s words ringing loudly in your ears. You know she’s right. “I’ll think about it some more. For now, I gotta get ready for work.”

~~~~

“Doesn’t Hazel look so pretty here?” Adam shoves his phone in your face as he gushes about his girlfriend.

“Yes dude, she’s so pretty.” You deadpan. “Now can you please put the brownies in the oven? We’re low.”

“Wait wait…here’s one of us together at the park.” He nudges his phone in your hands, you roll your eyes but you take it.

The two of them are sitting on a park bench, she’s leaning into his frame and they both have wide smiles on their faces. They seem so in love. And you know they are because fucking Adam reminds you every 20 seconds.

“Their love makes me sick.” Jade walks over, her hands patting down on her work apron, her tone is bland but she still tries to smile. “Like, we get it.”

“Who loves who more?” you begin with a toothy grin, “Adam to Hazel or Lenny to the sugar cookies?” you laugh while pointing at said Lenny stuffing his face with the reject cookies. Jade and Adam chuckle while they stare at him.

“Hey guys, really?” Lenny says with his mouth full. “You know I feel bad when we throw them away.” He pouts, crumbs decorating his lips.

“Lenny I catch you eating fresh ones all the time!” Adam points out.

“Sometimes they’re a little ugly…” Lenny reasons, “So I…”

“You don’t have to explain my guy, you just really love your cookies.” You hand Adam back his phone as you head towards the walk in freezer to take out the brownies yourself. You load up a tray and stick those suckers in the oven.

“You’re useless Adam.” Jade sticks a piece of gum in her mouth and chews obnoxiously “U-s-e-l-e-s-s. Useless.”

“You’re always so mean to me Jade what did I ever do to you?”

All 4 of you shoot your heads up when you hear the bell go off on the door of the bakery, its loud chime signaling the arrival of a customer.

“Oh.” Jade says while popping a bubble. “It’s your usual customer y/n.”

You tilt your head towards the front of the store to get a look at who she is talking about, and yup its him. Your most consistent customer who orders the same damn thing every single day. 2 oatmeal raisin cookies and that’s it.

“Can someone else just take care of him today?” you whine, “I’m not in the mood to argue.”

“You know he’s just going to ask for you…” Lenny says stuffing his face with another cookie.

“God damn it.” You huff out, you grab two gloves from the box on the counter and begin walking towards the front of the store.

You reach the front counter and take in your enemy—you mean, your customer.

“And what do I owe the pleasure Mister Oatmeal Raisin?” you raise a brow towards the man. He’s only a few inches taller than you, his hair is a sandy color today and you hate to admit it looks good on him.

“You know you could just call me by name.” the man sways side to side with a smirk on his face.

“I like Mister Oatmeal Raisin.”

He has been coming to this store for the last couple of months and you two…don’t necessarily get along swimmingly. He complains a lot and is a total smart ass. And you? Well, you’re not much better.

“Well, I’ll have my usual.” He smiles, “And you know the drill, please make sure there is a normal amount of raisins and not a million, I don’t want 8 raisins a bite. But one every now and then.”

You roll your eyes extremely dramatically, pressing the buttons on the screen for his order.

“Sir yes sir.” You salute towards him, “How could I not know the drill?”

“That’s the spirit.”

You spin on your heels and head towards the back to heat up his two cookies. You carefully select one cookie with barely any raisins and one cookie with a million, just like he didn’t want. You cackle to yourself as you place them in the baggy, feeling beyond satisfied.

“How haven’t you gotten fired?” Adam crosses his arms over his chest as he watches you, “And how hasn’t he complained about you? You do this every time I don’t get it.”

“He likes her.” Jade says plainly while scrolling through her phone.

“As fucking if!” you scoff, “He wants nothing but to annoy me!” But you can’t help but smile.

“He literally only asks for you every time you’re in.” Lenny reasons, “but you shouldn’t like him back…he likes the worst cookie on the menu. Sugar is where it’s at.”

You laugh at your coworker while walking back up towards the front of the store, reaching the counter.

“Your cookies!” you hand him the baggy with an evil smirk, “I hope you enjoy them.” You wink.

The man opens the baggy and inspects each cookie and with his own evil smirk he winks back at you, “Are we serious right now?” his sly smile doesn’t leave his face as he begins to complain, “You are such a brat.”

“$4 Mister Oatmeal Raisin.”

He hands you the cash, you put it away quickly and with a wide smile you gesture towards the door for him to leave.

“Min Yoongi.” He shakes the bag of cookies in front of him, “Not Mister Oatmeal Raisin.” He turns around and starts walking towards the door but before he exits he tilts his head to look at you one last time, “See you tomorrow…y/n.”

You feel a harsh blush creep up on your cheeks, or your whole face actually. Maybe your whole body. You feel taken aback he knows your name but then you remember you have a god damn name tag.

“Uh…yeah.”

“See you tomorrow…y/n.” all 3 of your coworkers mock in a deep voice.

“Shut up guys!” you whine into your hands, “Can we please just get back to work!”

~~~~~

A few weeks later

The drive to Jimin’s is a quick 7 minutes but you did take a little detour. You decided to stop at the pizzeria that’s on the way and grab a hot pizza for the two of you.

“Hehe.” You look over to the steamy food sitting in the passenger seat.

Jimin has been such a great friend to you all this time and you feel like you’ve never really thanked him…so, tonight you two are going to have a fun night in—he just doesn’t know it yet.

Who doesn’t love being surprised with food?

You pull up to Jimin’s apartment complex and after driving in circles you finally find a parking spot. You grab your purse, your backpack, and the pizza and make your way up to his apartment.

You knock on his front door a few times but get no answer. Maybe he’s not home? No, you definitely hear music coming from the other side…so, you decide to call him.

“Hello?”

“Jimin~ let me in!” you sing into the phone.

“You’re—you’re here?”

“Let me in already!” and with that you hang up and wait patiently outside the door.

A few moments pass before the door is opening up, when Jimin really registers that it’s you he’s kind of closing the door until only his face is shown through the crack.

“Ummm…yes?”

You quirk a brow at the boy, “What do you mean ‘yes?’ let me in!” you begin walking forward when a panicked Jimin opens the door wider to let himself outside and shut the door behind him.

“y/n…why are you here? Did we have plans tonight?” he looks down at the pizza in your hands.

“Not exactly…” you admit, “But I figured we could have a night in.”

Jimin frowns. Fucking frowns!

“Or not?” you say awkwardly.

You hear some sort of banging on the other side of the door and then it clicks.

“Oh? You have someone over?” you smirk.

“Uhhh…no. Nothing like that.” Jimin’s eyes slide to the side as he tries to think of what to say next.

“Babe—”

“Jimin!”

The door is being swung wide open and your eyes travel from some horrendous toes socks to some tight jeans to a striped t shirt to yes, Jungkook’s surprised face.

“Oh.” You both say at the same time.

You and Jungkook stare at one another for a few moments, neither of your eyes leaving the other when Jimin clears his throat.

“Sorry y/n. Jungkook is already over…” he gives you an apologetic smile.

“Is it just you two?” you ask quietly.

“Huh? Uh, yeah.”

You glance down at the pizza and think to yourself. You and Jungkook may not be friends but you can be civil? Yeah, totally! You can definitely be civil! You already bought this fucking pizza so you and Jimin are going to eat it! And you guess, Jungkook too.

“Okay, let me in.” you start shoving your way past Jimin, you watch as his and Jungkook’s eyes go wide.

“Maybe you didn’t hear him, but I am already hanging out with him?” Jungkook sputters out. He awkwardly moves to the side anyway to let you through.

“I can be civil with you Jungkook. Plus, I don’t want this pizza to go to waste. So let’s eat.” You walk through, nudging the pizza box into Jungkook’s hands, he takes it while looking at Jimin with shocked eyes.

Jimin just shrugs and follows you inside.

“Yeah, let’s eat.” He says nonchalantly.

Jungkook is left at the door with the pizza in his hands as he is left completely dumbfounded. He is malfunctioning.

“Jungkook?” you call out over your shoulder, “Hurry up, I’m hungry!”

“Yeah, Jungkook hurry up!” Jimin smirks, he isn’t totally sure what’s going on but he kind of likes it.

“So what were you guys doing before I got here?” you shove an entire slice of pizza down your throat, the sauce getting left behind on your lips.

“I was teaching Jungkook some of my dance moves…we made a bet that he couldn’t learn the entire routine in 3 times…and—”

“Let me guess, he fucking learned it.” You laugh.

Jimin groans, his head thrown back as he begins nodding his head ‘yes.’

“So annoying! What can’t he do!” Jimin throws the pizza crust in the box and Jungkook immediately picks it up and eats it.

“Pshh, I could name a few things.” You point out bitterly. “But we won’t get into that.”

“Yeah, please don’t.” Jimin pleads.

“I’m curious…what is it you think I cant do?” Jungkook quirks a brow at you and your eyes darken in his direction.

“You really want me to?” you take a napkin and wipe your lips, “It’s nothing nice.” You admit.

“Oh then yes, please don’t.” Jungkook is quick to say.

“Yes, please don’t.” Jimin begs again.

The 3 of you are sitting on the living room floor, maybe only 30 minutes or so has passed by and it’s not too awkward. But it’s not necessarily comfortable either. Jimin looks between you and Jungkook constantly, waiting for someone to crack but neither of you really speak to each other. Both of you really only communicating with Jimin.

“So Jimin, are you going to show me another routine?”

“Why? So you can prove you’re the master of everything again? No thanks.”

“Jimin, maybe you can show me a few steps?”

Jimin smiles awkwardly while Jungkook is quick to burst out laughing. You snap your head towards Jungkook and raise your brows at him.

“Why is Jungkook laughing, Jimin?”

“Umm…” Jimin smiles softly, “You aren’t the most…”

Jungkook laughs harder as he watches Jimin trying to explain.

“Aren’t the most…?” You tilt your head towards the boy.

“C’mon y/n don’t make me say it…” Jimin drags out his words in a whine, he plays with his fingers, looking around the room awkwardly.

“Just say it Jimin.” Jungkook chuckles out.

“If you’re trying to say I’m a bad dancer, we all know that’s not true!” you defend once you catch on, you pout at the boys.

“Well…”

“You have both told me I am a good dancer!”

“Well, you know how to move. But steps…following a routine…that’s different. You aren’t very coordinated.” Jimin finally admits, a sheepish grin on his face.

“He means you can roll your hips but your feet are clumsy as fuck.” Jungkook says, still laughing at the situation.

“Shut up.” You glare at Jungkook.

“No, he’s right.” Jimin begins laughing as well, he looks at you and smiles. Well, if Jimin is saying it…maybe it might be true. It’s not like you didn’t kind of know. But still!

“Fine, whatever. Don’t teach me then.”

Suddenly, Jimin’s phone is going off and he rushes to the kitchen to answer it. You and Jungkook eat your pizza in silence, awkwardly catching one another’s gaze.

“So—”

“Don’t talk to me.” You cut in. Jimin isn’t here so it’s not like you have to be totally social with Jungkook.

“Oh.” Jungkook dramatically slumps his shoulders and pouts. You watch him as he throws a silent fit like the baby he is. “Okay.”

Jimin walks back into the living room looking annoyed, he stands between you two and throws a hand on his hip.

“I have to go down to the front office, there was a mix up in packages…I shouldn’t take too long…” he bites down on his plump bottom lip, “Please be civil while I’m gone. Jungkook…” he looks at the boy then at you, “y/n…” he warns.

“Sir yes sir!” you salute towards your friend with a straight face.

Jimin only narrows his eyes as he looks between you two.

“I’m serious…” he says.

Then he is putting on some shoes and heading out the front door, the soft click making you shudder. You’re alone with Jungkook.

A few minutes pass and you both awkwardly just sit there, sometimes catching the other looking. You finally huff out and accidentally giggle.

“What’s funny?” Jungkook’s curiosity getting the best of him.

“It’s just…I feel like we’re Jimin’s divorced parents and we’re trying to be civil for our child.”

Jungkook stares at you with scrunched brows, then looks away while a chuckle escapes his lips.

“Yeah. You’re right.”

You only nod your head in response. You two go back to the awkward silence.

You aren’t used to this…this awkward and odd silence that lingers between you two. It feels so fucking suffocating you almost wish you were on total talking terms so you didn’t have to endure this shit show.

“You know I could…no, forget it.” Jungkook bites his nails as he speaks, “I…”

“What?” you don’t mean to snap at him, but somehow even talking with an attitude feels better than not talking at all.

“I was going to say…I could teach you some steps…then you could surprise Jimin. He’s been working on a salsa piece…I can teach you some? Then maybe he will stop talking shit on your dancing.” Jungkook laughs awkwardly.

“Wait—he talks shit?!” somehow this doesn’t surprise you in the least.

“Only a little.” Jungkook shows you how little with his pointer finger and thumb. “But uh, want me to show you?”

“I don’t even want to talk to you, you think I want to dance with you?” you raise a brow in amusement. You forget this boy has all the audacity.

“Dancing doesn’t have to have any talking.” Jungkook states with a sly smile.

“So you’re just going to show me the steps?”

“Precisely.”

You don’t know why, but this sounds better than actually speaking and/or just sitting in miserable silence. And maybe, just maybe you have a desire to be close to him.

“You think I could learn in time before Jimin gets back?”

“With me as your teacher? Definitely.” He fucking smirks at you and you can’t help but feel that feeling in your stomach. Not necessarily a bad feeling but a fucking feeling.

Jungkook stands to his feet and extends his hand out to you for you to take.

“Here, stand up.”

Your eyes travel from his hands to his eyes and you blink lazily at him…wait, you’re really doing this? He stares down at you and he smiles softly and it creates a warmth in your chest that you’re trying so hard to ignore. You can’t.

Even so, you hesitantly begin to reach up to grab on to his hand, once your skin touches his you feel it. The burning. You should be used to it but right now, the fire is raging and the heat is almost too much. But you let him close his hand over yours as he helps you up.

You’re now standing in front of one another, in complete silence again. But this time it’s not awkward—no, it’s a different type of tension. Your hand lingers in his, neither of you brave enough to let go of the other. Jungkook looks down at you and you up at him, and you feel a million things. But the number one thing you feel is pain. You slowly pull your hand back and break eye contact with him, your head dropping low.

“Show me already.” You whisper.

“Shh, no talking.” Jungkook quietly demands. “Only speak with your body.” He puts some music on the speakers and smirks at you.

Jungkook steps closer to you and you stay grounded in your spot, you can feel the heat of his body begin to radiate and warm you. One of his hands find yours, he weaves his fingers through your own and puts one hand on your hip, he looks down at you to warn you this is how he will guide you.

“Just follow me.”

“You said no talking Mr.Jeon.” you say almost under your breath as you stare into his eyes. Jungkook rolls his head back with a smirk on his face, he looks at you and nods.

He puts his left foot forward and steps with his right foot in the same place at center, then puts his left foot back again. You try to copy his moves but even with such simple steps you step on his feet. He looks up at you disapprovingly. You only smile at him.

You two continue to try these steps until you finally manage to understand them even just a little bit. Jungkook brings your body closer to his as you two move your hips to the music while following the simple steps. His chest flush against your own, his heart beating so loudly you can feel it. Your heart isn’t any better. You start to finally get the hang of it, the music slowly taking you to another place. Jungkook moves his hips to the beat so flawlessly and honestly? You’re doing pretty fucking good if you do say so yourself.

Jungkook’s grip on your hip tightens as he grinds himself closer to you, you feel lightheaded as you two dance to the song. Your breathing getting just a little heavier and you feel lost and pathetic but you’re too immersed in the dance to care. Jungkook finds his head falling into the crook of your neck, his hot breaths fanning against your sensitive skin and you find your hand skimming up his back until you have a handful of his hair. You lightly tug on his locks and Jungkook quietly groans. You don’t know if you’re even doing the right steps anymore, your feet moving all around the place, but somehow it’s working. You’re still following his lead and you’re sure the dance looks somewhat okay. All you care about is how both of your hips move to the beat of the music and into each other. You two are so in sync its driving you nuts.

Jungkook lifts his head and watches as you close your eyes and he closes his own eyes, his head falling forward, your foreheads close to touching. You feel so dizzy, so light and airy, so fucking great like you’re floating. You can’t help but feel the heat creep up your entire body, you feel sweat start to build as you two move. You tighten your hands around Jungkook’s neck and pull him down impossibly close, until his forehead is touching yours. Your harsh breaths mingling with his. You get dragged into the memory of when he had you pinned to his dorms mattress, you recall how his lips left kisses all along your throat, his hot breath reminding you of the past. You think of how he rolled his hips into you effortlessly then as well, you think of how you scraped your nails down his back as he thrusted into you. God, you need to think of something else but Jungkook is filling your mind.

Jungkook’s breathing picks up again, as does yours. Your memories making this dance that much more sensual. You remember the way Jungkook nibbled on your ear as he let filthy words spill from his mouth when he fucked you. God, you should not be thinking this but his body feels so good. God, you should think of anything…literally anything else. You remember how he held you close much like how he is right now. You two continue dancing to the song that is soon coming to an end. You know exactly how it feels to have Jungkook inside you, moving and stilling. You know exactly what it feels like to come all around his cock. God, you need to stop. You need to slow your breathing. God, you…you…you...he continues to guide you along to the music when you feel something hard poke against you. Oh. Oh. OH. Hard. He’s hard.

Immediately, you pull back and take several clumsy steps backward. You blink at him with wide eyes when you realize that maybe he was recalling the same memories as you. Your wide eyes concerning Jungkook.

“Okay, that’s enough lessons for today.” Your harsh breaths don’t go unnoticed by Jungkook, his own breathing quite unsteady.

“Right.” Jungkook mumbles.

You two stand around for a few moments, just taking in the experience you just shared.

You still feel…how do you feel? You just shared a hot dance with your best friend? Wait—ex best friend? You don’t know. The memory of his body moving with yours, his skin touching your skin, his breaths on your neck, his hair balled up in your hands. God, it felt so good.

But so wrong.

“Umm…thanks.” You finally say.

Jungkook perks up at the gratitude, even if it’s somewhat forced. His frown turns into a small smile and you can’t help but smile back.

“I miss you y/n.” Jungkook instantly regrets it by the look on your face. Your expression turning hard. “Sorry I—”

“No, I miss you too.” You answer honestly. “But this doesn’t change anything.”

“But why not? Do you really not want me in your life for like, ever?”

Jungkook’s questions settle deep within you. The depth they hold…it’s too much. You wonder? Is this anti-Jungkook thing permanent? Or are you just trying to teach him a lesson?

Jungkook rubs his temples as he thinks, he sighs out instead of talking more.

“Not forever.” You finally say. Jungkook looks at you, a sliver of hope flashes across his face.

“But when?” he asks softly.

Yeah y/n. When? You know you both can’t go back to how things use to be but maybe starting over? God, you don’t know what to do! You know someone like Trina will be disappointed you became friends with Jungkook again so quickly, but you know someone like Jimin would be happy his two friends are back to being on okay terms. Why are you trying to please everybody? What do you want?

“Will you ever give up?” you say a little more lightly.

“No…” he says under his breath, his eyes focusing on the TV. “Not until you agree to be my friend again.”

You look at Jungkook with disbelief written all over your face, this boy has the fucking audacity once again. You’re amused though.

“Excuse me?” you say, cleaning your ear out with your point finger. “I didn’t catch that.”

Jungkook looks into your eyes, his eyes are large and doe like and it brings you back to every moment ever that he has given you this look.

“You’re stuck with me until you love me again.” He says more firmly.

“Who said,” you look at him with soft eyes, “That I ever stopped loving you?”

Jungkook smiles, he fucking smiles. His adorable bunny smile that makes your heart race.

“You still love me?”

“Only a little.” You jut your lip out, “I mostly hate you.”

Jungkook only frowns for a second before he is smiling again, “That’s fair.”

The two of you stand in comfortable silence for a few minutes, you sway back and forth wondering what you want to say to him—you miss him, of course but…

“Let’s take it slow.” You finally break the silence. You miss him more than anything and it might be worth it to have him in your life again, “You aren’t going to be a priority in my life anymore.” You crack you knuckles, the sound filling up the room.

“I know,” Jungkook feels his heart twist at your words but at least it’s something. “We can go however slow you want y/n.”

“You are on—”

“Thin fucking ice, buddy. I know.”

You exhale a shaky breath, thinking about how to go about this, “We can text every now and then, I’m not sure I want to hang out with you quite yet.”

“Okay.”

“Maybe a group hang out first…”

“I’d like that.”

Jungkook reaches over to grab your hand but you pull back, “That’s a no from me for the affection.”

Hurt flashes across Jungkook’s features but he softens up as he nods his head. “Noted.”

You wonder if you’re making the right decision. This wasn’t easy, you know? This actually felt quite hard. But somehow you feel like some weight has been lifted off your shoulders, like things maybe just maybe will be okay.

“I won’t push myself on you, I promise.” Jungkook sits back down on the floor, crossing his legs.

“Just be yourself, Jungkook.”

“If I wanted to be myself I would be hugging you right now but that’s apparently off limits.” He jokes.

“One hug.” You open your arms timidly. You feel one hug can’t be too bad?

Jungkook widens his eyes in pleasant surprise. He stands to his feet again and opens his own arms.

“C’mere.”

You watch in disbelief as he grins with his arms wide open, expecting you to go to him! And you do. You fucking do.

His arms wrap around you, he pushes you into his chest and you feel so fucking good. So warm, so cozy. His scent making you feel dizzy again, his warmth causing you to heat up. You lean back and look at his content face, he honestly looks so fucking content. Like, this hug is everything to him. And maybe it is, but you don’t know that.

“Uh, am I interrupting something?” you both snap your heads toward the front door to see Jimin standing there with a package in his hands.

“I can come back later?” he smirks at you two.

“No no no no!” you drop your arms from hugging Jungkook and take a few steps back, “We were just—”

“We made up, Jimin.” Jungkook says calmly with the softest smile you’ve ever seen on him.

“We’re taking it slow!” you rush to say.

“Oh?” Jimin winks, he walks forward until he’s in the living room joining you two. “Does this mean you will be joining us this Thursday at Jungkook and Nick’s place?”

“Huh?”

Jungkook shifts on his feet, “Yeah, uh, me and Nick are having a small get together on Thursday…you can bring whoever you want…but you’re definitely invited.”

“Before I answer that…Jimin how did you not know about Nick and him being Jungkook’s roommate?”

“Listen! Jungkook is always HERE! I never go over there! The few times I was there Nick was never home okay?!” Jimin whines obnoxiously.

“Okay, whatever. And Jungkook, I said—”

“You said group hang outs.” Jungkook pouts.

Oh. You did say that. But this soon? And is she going to be there?

You chew on your lips before answering, “Okay. But I’m bringing Trina and Holly.”

“Oh bro, Trina is not your biggest fan.” Jimin cuts in.

“Yeah, I know how she is I already anticipated that.” Jungkook shrugs, he looks at you with a small smile.

Okay, starting over? Taking it slow? Can you and Jungkook do this? You look between the boys and smile,

“Okay. See you boys on Thursday.”

#bts #bts smut #bts angst #bts fluff #jeon jungkook #jungkook x reader #jungkook smut #jungkook angst #jungkook fluff #taehyung angst

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rachaelswrites · 3 years

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New Captain: Part 1

Steve Rogers x Daughter!reader, Sam Wilson x Teen!reader, Bucky Barnes x Teen!reader

A/N: I absolutely loved this idea and enjoyed writing it so much! I’m sorry for taking so long to post it but it’s here and it will be two parts

Months had passed and you thought you would be over it. Everyone did. Your dad left and didn’t take you with him. Then, you had to be by his bedside as he took his last breath. You didn’t want to though. You were so angry with him for choosing his old life over you, his daughter, but you went. It would make him happy in his final moments.

You weren’t sure what was going to happen to you after his death. You had no family anywhere except for Sam and Bucky. You wanted to be with Bucky. You knew him better and he was your dad’s best friend but the government had other plans. Because of the court-mandated therapy and his ex-assassin status, Bucky was deemed unfit to raise you, so you had to live with Sam. You were angry that people who didn’t know the real Bucky, only the things he was forced to do, decided your future.

You liked Sam and it wasn’t him that was the issue and he knew that as well. He knew you would be better with Bucky but neither man could argue about the final decision.

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You and your dad had been sharing a small apartment in New York so when the day came, you, Sam, and Bucky cleared it out and packed up your things into Sam’s car. Steve’s stuff was already put away or in museums but you managed to steal a few things. You had his notebook from when he first came out of the ice and his dog tags. The day he went back, he gave them to you to wear and protect. He didn’t want them in a museum. He wanted you to have them and only you. The notebook was something you found in a box that was going to the museum, but you grabbed it, passing it down to Bucky.

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Once the last box was packed and in the car, Sam let you say goodbye to the apartment and to Bucky before driving all the way to New Orleans. He knew what this place meant to you and he wasn’t sure when you’d get to see Bucky again.

You made one final lap around the small home before meeting Bucky at the door, “Are you okay?” he asked softly. He could see the tears threatening to spill. You weren’t really the crying type so he knew something was up.

“I don’t know,” you said while shrugging, “I just don’t want to leave.”

“I know,” Bucky said, “But I’m sure Sam can take you here to visit anytime you want.”

“Does that mean I can visit you also?” you asked hopefully.

Bucky sighed and put his hand on your shoulder, “Maybe. I’m not sure if they’ll let me but we can certainly try.”

You reached out and hugged him tight, the tears falling onto his shirt, “I don’t want to go. I want to stay here with you. I have nothing else of him except for here. Bucky please don’t make me go,” you sobbed into him.

“I don’t have a choice Y/n,” he said sadly, “I’m sorry but it’s not my decision,” he placed his hand on your back and started rubbing up and down, hoping to calm you down. He didn’t want you leaving so upset and didn’t want Sam to have to deal with a crying teenager.

“Please,” you said again, “Let me stay. Try. Please.”

“Hey, look at me,” he said, pulling away from the hug and lifting your head up with his hand, “I'll try but I think we both know how it’ll end up.”

“Are you ready?” Sam asked as he walked into the apartment. You could tell he didn’t want to interrupt what was happening, “We have to leave now or we won’t get there before tonight,” he said.

You nodded and hugged Bucky one last time, him returning it. He kissed the side of your head before letting you go and watching you walk out of the apartment for the last time.

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Over the next several days, Bucky kept his promise to you and tried to convince everyone to let you stay with him, but it didn’t work.

“They really said that?” Sam asked him over the phone, “What do I tell Y/n?”

“Tell her that I’ll keep trying. I don’t want her to think I gave up on her. It’s bad enough she thinks Steve did,” Bucky replied.

Before Sam could respond, you walked into the small kitchen, “Can I call you back later? She just walked in.”

“Sure. Tell her I say hi,” and with that, Bucky hung up the phone.

“Was that Bucky?” you asked, “Did he say anything about me staying with him?”

“It was and he says hi. He told me to tell you that he’ll keep trying but for now, it’s still a no,” he said, “I’m sorry Y/n.”

“Sure you are,” you grumbled, sitting on the nearby kitchen chair.

Sam sighed. He knew he shouldn’t take your attitude personally but he didn’t like it. He couldn’t imagine how difficult things were for you but he was trying to help. He’d been trying to help for the past few days but you’ve been snapping at him and shutting him out, locking yourself in the spare bedroom you were given.

“Look Y/n, I know things are difficult and I know how close you are to Bucky but I need you to work with me okay? I want to help you but I can’t if you keep going on like this,” Sam said, “Just talk to me about something. Anything.”

You stood up from your chair and slammed it, pushing it into the table, “The only thing that would make me feel better, is if my dad didn’t choose his old life over me, his daughter, the one thing he said made him the luckiest person ever. Can you explain to me Sam, why he left?”

“I can’t tell you why he did what he did but-”

“I don’t want to hear it then,” you snapped, “You don’t know what I’m feeling and you never will,” you stormed out of the kitchen and slammed the door to your room shut.

The ruckus from inside, caught Sarah’s attention and she peeked her head inside from an open door, “Give her more time Sam,” she said.

“I can’t give her more time Sarah. She’s keeping everything in and it’s hurting her,” he replied, “I sit outside her door every night, and I can hear her crying and cursing at Steve for leaving her. I don’t blame her, but I want to help her.”

“Let her come to you then. She’s a teenager and she’s in mourning. She needs time.”

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You managed to slip out of the house without gaining anyone’s attention. You snuck out an open window and walked until you couldn’t hear the sound of the water or the voices of Sam’s nephews, who were out playing in the yard. You walked until you reached a small clearing, with trees surrounding you on either side. You found this spot on your first day here and used it as a spot to talk to your dad.

You sat on the ground and sprawled out on your back, looking up at the sky. There were a few clouds floating around, something that reminded you of him. During the blip, one of the things Steve did to take your mind off things was to look at the clouds and find the shapes and make stories about them. He would also throw in stories from his childhood and his times before the war.

“Hey dad, it’s been a few days since we last talked. I’ve been super busy,” you said. It was a lie of course. You had nothing going on except trying to move on. You closed your eyes and kept talking, “I really miss you, especially now. I have nothing else of you anymore. Everything is in a museum. I gave Bucky your notebook. I hope you’re not mad at that. I know you wanted me to have it but I wear your tags every day. I never take them off.

“I wish there was a way for you to convince everyone that Bucky can take care of me like you could. I want to be in New York with him. I think he’s lonely without anyone. I don’t think he’s good at making friends,” you laughed a little at your own joke but it was soon replaced by a somber thought, “I hope he’s okay. He has no one anymore. Don’t get me wrong, I appreciate everything Sam has done for both of us but with Bucky is where I want to be. I think all four of us know that but Sam’s being too nice about it. If I were him, I already would’ve smacked me upside the head.”

As if he were right next to you, talking to you face to face, you heard your dad’s voice speak to you, “Y/n, I love you so much and I wish I was there with you right now but this is what is best for you now. You need to accept the help Sam is trying to offer you. He cares about you and I know he has your best interest at heart.”

You sat up right and looked around. Deep down, you hoped he had somehow come back from the dead and be sitting here with you, hugging you and telling you he loves you. Holding your hand if you had a nightmare and wiping your tears when you got tired or frustrated. Whatever that voice in your head was, it was right. Sam had been trying to help and you were pushing him away for no reason.

You stood up from the ground and brushed off your pants, turning in the direction of the house. You walked all the way back and searched the house for Sam. You needed to apologize to him and take his help. You found him and Sarah in Sam’s room, the TV playing. You knocked on the door and took a step, before speaking, the headline on the TV caught your eye and made your jaw drop.

#steve rogers #steve rogers x daughter!reader #steve rogers x teen!reader #steve rogers fanfiction #sam wilson x teen!reader #bucky barnes x teen #bucky barnes x teen!reader #marvel #marvel fanfiction #x daughter!reader #x teen!reader #new captain

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yelena-bellova · 3 years

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Safe Haven: tfatws!Bucky Barnes x fem!reader - Chapter One

Chapter One: The Other Wilson Sister - chapter two

Series Masterlist

Plot: Y/n grew up with Sam and Sarah Wilson in the bayou of Delacroix. During the Blip she stayed with Sarah to help run the family business. With Sam back and trying to save the day, Y/n’s perfect opportunity to confess her long-kept secret to her best friend presents itself.

Warnings: tfatws ep.1 spoilers, language, suicide mention, undertones of racism, lots of Wilson sibling arguments, tragic backstory

Word Count: 5.9k

A/N: As I wrote this first chapter out I realized it’s most definitely also a Sam Wilson x platonic fic. Bucky doesn’t come in till next chapter but rest assured, it’s gonna be a wild ride...Also I didn’t know till now how difficult it is to plan out a series in its entirety when the show isn’t completed lol. Hope you enjoy! (I may or may not change the title depending on how I feel about it later today lol)

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Delacroix, LA 2024

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One of the only things I was certain of in life was that blood didn’t make a family.

I had no official tie to Wilson family, I wasn’t a daughter or some distant cousin sent to live with them. We shared no DNA and they had no reason to love me as much as they did. But throughout my life I had known no kinder people than them and I doubted that would change. As I stood on the family boat helping to unload the catch of the day, I thought of how our corner of the Louisiana bayou felt more like home than any place I’d ever been.

“Hey,” Sarah said from the dock, “Head out of the clouds and down here helping me.” “Sorry,” I shook myself out of my thoughts and hopped off the boat, “Not a bad catch if you ask me.”

Sarah sighed as she bent over a large bucket of fish, “It could’ve been better.” I came to stand in front of her and held my hands out for a bucket, “Take the wins where you can get ‘em, Sar. Lord knows we don’t get enough of them.” Sarah Wilson was the only superhero I’d ever aspire to be like. She was a widow who had raised two kids and run a business all by herself with no family for support. The past five years had been challenging with so many people gone and while I had moved in with her to help however I could, I could take no credit. She was one of the strongest women I’d ever known.

“You had that look on your face again,” she said as we worked.

“What look?”

“That look that lets me know you were thinking real hard about something,” Sarah imitated the expression in question by thinning her eyes slightly and furrowing her brows, “Like this.” I laughed heartily at her impression, “So what was it?” I gazed out at the bayou waters before turning to the boat and finally Sarah, “Family.”

She nudged me with her hip, something we’d done when we were young and an affectionate gesture we’d carried into adulthood. A half hour went by with us and the boys unloading and sorting the fish we’d caught. I was too wrapped up in the task to notice the sound of a vehicle approaching until AJ and Cass announced the arrival.

“Blue for the snapper, orange for the whitefish.”

“Uncle Sam!”

My head shot up upon hearing his name, as did Sarah’s. I used my hand as a visor against to sun to spot the familiar rusted truck parked a few hundred feet away, with my best friend standing outside it hugging his nephews.

“That’s right, Uncle Sam,” Sarah called, “You’re back early.”

I grinned as I shucked my gloves off and made a beeline for him, slamming my body into his for a tight embrace. It had been a few weeks since I’d seen him, having spent the only weekend he was off away, and I’d naturally been worried sick about him. My best friend and un-biological brother may have been an Avenger for years, but after losing him in the Blip I didn’t think I’d ever stop worrying about him.

“Every time I come home, you act like I’ve been gone for five years,” he joked over my shoulder, resulting in me pulling away and slapping his bicep.

“Not even a little funny,” I pointed a finger in his smug face, he slung an arm around my neck as we walked over to Sarah.

“What’s goin’ on? You got Mom’s sneaky look on your face.” “How you gonna try to read me when you know I’m the one that reads you?” Sam smiled, passing by and greeting a long time customer of ours. “That look is permanently glued to his face, Sar,” I chuckled, “I learned that in grade school.” Sam shook his head at me and laughed before making his way up the dock to the Wilson family boat. “You gotta marvel at it, baby’s being held together by duct tape and prayers.” I leaned into Sarah, “Are you telling him or am I?” She took the initiative, “It just needs to float long enough for me to sell it.” “I thought we were gonna discuss if we were selling it,” Sam replied as he helped unload another bucket of fish. “We did, and then you were off fighting Doctor Space Cape or whatever while we,” Sarah gestured between us, “Were holdin’ it together for five long years. Now that the world is going back to normal, this thing’s gotta go.”

Sam looked to me with a look of displeasure, “Were you in on this?” “Don’t drag me into this,” I waved my hands as if wiping my involvement away, “This is a Wilson sibling discussion.” “Uh-uh,” Sam called me out, wagging his finger, “Don’t do that. Dad said every chance he got that you were one of his own, you’ve got a say in this too. What is it?” I scrunched my face up, dreading the argument that was knocking on our door, “It’s dead weight, Sam. The money we could get for it would be enough to keep us comfortable for a little longer without having to worry.” “We grew up on this thing. It’s not just Mom and Dad’s name on it. This thing is a part of our family.”

I sighed as Sarah stepped forward, “You know the situation we’re in. This is why I prefer not to dwell on it in front of everybody.” “Well what if we don’t need to sell it?” Sam said. “Can we talk about this in private?” I suggested, tiring of having to convince Sam that we were in the right when he hadn’t been around to witness our struggles. A long time friend of ours called out to Sam and he willingly took the distraction, opting out of having the inevitable difficult conversation. Sarah and I trudged back, totes of fish in hand and tried to get through the rest of the work day without worrying if we were approaching our last.

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During golden hour, when the clock had struck five and we’d started packing it up for the day was the only time to get Sam to actually listen. I knew how much the boat meant to him, it meant something to us all, but he wasn’t living in the reality that Sarah and I were.

“Sam, the boat’s gotta go,” Sarah finally said, breaking the silence we were working in on the vessel. “Wait-“ “No, let me finish,” she said, “Y/n and I are doin’ everything I can to keep this business afloat and every day we’re making $5 and spending $10.” Sam looked between the two of us, “So why won’t you let me help?”

“Sam, don’t…” I winced, knowing Sarah’s reaction would be strong.

“No, don’t start with that. We made a deal before Daddy died,” Sarah carried a few buckets to the center of the deck, “You’re out there, I do things my way here. Y/n agreed to it too when she went off to school.” “Right, but you tangled the house into this when you took those loans,” Sam finished tying off one of the ropes, turning around and giving Sarah the perfect opportunity to punch his chest, “Forgot how hard you hit.” I sighed as I passed him by to follow Sarah, “Low blow, you deserved it.”

“Sarah, Y/n, c’mon,” he chased after us, “Look, and don’t hit me again…What if you had money to fix it up? Make it nice so you can charter it when you’re not out working the waters?” “Sam, do you think this was an easy decision for us?” I faced him, leaning against the doorway next to him, “I tried every tactic I learned in business school and got nowhere. Anything I thought up, we needed more money to do. This is our only option.” As he always did with the things he cared about, he fought. “We can take a loan and consolidate everything, it’ll take down your monthly,” he looked confused as he watched Sarah laugh, “What?” “You think I didn’t try the banks? They’re in with all that big business now.” I followed them like the little sister I’d always been as they moved their fight towards the cockpit of the boat. Sam blocked another doorway, “Yeah, but now you have me.”

“Don’t, Sam,” Sarah shook her head, “I just got good with this.”

“All right…”

“Maybe it is time for us to move on,” Sarah sighed. “Either way, just let me help,” Sam offered, “I’ll set the appointment. Look, I won’t let you guys down. We can turn this shit around. Trust me.” I peered over at Sarah, wishing I could see the calculations going on in her brain. It seemed pointless, but any shot at changing our luck was an avenue worth pursuing.

“It can’t hurt to try,” I shrugged.

Sarah finally relented, “To the rescue, huh?”

“Always,” Sam smiled, “Now, let’s get some dinner. I’m hungry.” ————

Sarah was taking AJ and Cass back home while Sam and I took his truck to go pick up food.

“So how was Tunisia?” I asked, sticking my hand out the window and letting it rise and fall with the wind.

“Hot, but the mission went well,” he answered, looking out of the corner of his eyes at me, “And that’s all you need to know.”

I snickered, “C’mon, it’s our thing. I ask you detailed questions about your confidential missions, you tell me you can’t reveal anything, I keep asking…You’ve gotta honor tradition.” “I flew, I fought, I rescued. Boom, mission explained.” “Ugh, you’re impossible, Wilson,” I waved him off, “How was the museum dedication?” The atmosphere changed as the subject of conversation changed from easy to complicated. “It was nice to see Steve’s accomplishments celebrated. Got to see Rhodes which was nice…” “You’re avoiding a red white and blue topic,” I said, trying to coax his true feelings out of their shells, “Seriously, are you really okay with this? Giving up the shield?” Sam inhaled deeply and exhaled, gathering his thoughts. “I don’t think it was ever meant to end up in my hands. I did the right thing, it belongs with Steve and the museum is the closest to Steve I can get.” I respected my friend’s choice but I knew there was so much more to his decision and I wished he would just say it. He had an enormous amount of respect for Steve Rogers and what the shield represented, but Steve Rogers never had to face the issues that Sam Wilson did. Steve Rogers could follow a government and be respected in return with no problems whatsoever. Sam Wilson couldn’t, not always. There was an elephant in the room and if neither of us wanted to talk about it, I wouldn’t push it.

“You’d have looked good in that uniform though,” I smiled as we turned into the take out place’s parking lot.

“Damn right,” Sam waggled his eyebrows and unbuckled his seatbelt. Laughter rang out in the truck sending me on waves of nostalgia. The memories that me and him had in this truck still were infamous between us. As proud as I was of the Falcon’s heroics, I was prouder to call Sam Wilson my best friend.

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Just as he’d promised, Sam made the appointment with the banker. He and Sarah were already on their way as I made the hour long drive in the opposite direction to New Orleans. I’d told them I’d be back in the evening to discuss how it went, but I had my own appointment to keep.

Sam and I had met back when we were just a couple of first graders. I’d always struggled with making friends as a kid, but Sam never had an issue when it came to connecting with others. It was one of his strongest qualities. And so he used his gift on his desk neighbor, the loneliest kid in class, and pulled her out of herself. We were inseparable until college and adulthood forced us apart, but we’d never lost our bond. Even when he was a pararescue, he wrote to me as often as his work allowed him.

All the Wilsons had taken a liking to me after Sam brought me home one day after school to watch cartoons. Darlene had told me I was welcome to come over any time I wanted, an offer Sam and I accepted till I became a permanent fixture in their house. Paul and his wife had frequently tried to get the rest of my family over for a crawfish boil or a barbecue. They’d send me every few weeks with a verbal invitation to my parents and the next day I’d always come back with a polite decline and excuse as to why we couldn’t make it. Mom was busy with spring cleaning, Melanie had a recital, Dad was feeling under the weather…

The only one that had ever been true was about my dad not feeling well. He was never well. But as a child, how do you explain that your father is a ghost around his own home who drinks himself to sleep and wakes up each night screaming from nightmares? There was no polite way to phrase circumstances that dark. Sometimes I felt like my dad had never returned from the military and though there hadn’t been a war at the time of his service, he still came back with his share of trauma. Mom did everything she could to try and help him. She found support groups for veterans, she took him to the best psychiatrists, she created a safe space for him within our home to retreat to. There was no amount of help that could kill my father’s demons and that was proven the night he’d said we were out of milk and he was going to the store. A few hours later, with my sister and I fast asleep upstairs, my worried mother answered the door and was informed by the police that my father had crashed his car and was dead. After speaking to Mom about what his mood had been like before he’d left and if he suffered from any mental illnesses, it was ruled as an undoubtable suicide.

My mother didn’t get much time to mourn after the funeral, she had two children to provide for. She took three jobs just to earn enough to move us from our house in New Orleans to a dingy apartment in Delacroix by the bayou. When the Wilsons heard that Mom needed to scrape enough money in the budget to hire a baby-sitter for me and Melanie, they put a stop to her efforts immediately. The insisted that Mel and I would be happier spending the time my mom was working with them and their kids rather than a stranger. That was how the Wilsons and the Y/l/ns had ended up so tightly knit. While Sarah and Melanie had bonded as the older sisters and were often off doing their own thing, Sam and I caused havoc of our own in classic younger sibling fashion. By the time we were in high school, both parents called the other’s children their own.

When Paul and Darlene passed away, it was incredibly hard on all of us and it was equal when Mom had a fall and the doctors suggested she move into a facility. Sam, Sarah and I had worked hard to get her into one of the best nursing homes in the city and she hadn’t stopped raving about how much she loved it. Pulling into the parking lot was like muscle memory now, I never missed a weekend visit with her. This one was special because Melanie, her husband and brood of children had come too. I grabbed my visitor’s sticker at the front desk and made my way down the familiar hallways. The sound of laughter and cooing echoed out of my mom’s room, bringing a smile to my face.

I knocked on the door and heads turned, my nieces and nephews being the quickest. “Aunt Y/n!” I embraced Sophia and Max tightly, “The twin tornados! I missed you guys,” separating from them was difficult as they clung to me but I made it to Stephan, giving him a kiss on the cheek and doing the same to Mel, “You look hot, mama.” “I certainly don’t feel it,” she remarked as she cradled their newest addition, baby Alexandra, close to her chest, “I spend more hours of the day covered in glitter glue and spit up than you could imagine.” “You wear it all well,” I patted her shoulder before coming to my mother’s bedside and hugging her, “Hi, Mom.”

“Hi, sweetheart,” she kissed both of my cheeks and looked to the door, “Sarah and Sam couldn’t come?” “No, but they send their love. They had an appointment at the bank,” I set down my purse and pulled up a chair, “We’re trying to get approved for a small business loan.”

Glen took Alexandra from Mel so she could tend to the twins, “I wish we could help out, Y/n. I’ve looked at the budget over and-“ It warmed my heart that my brother-in-law cared so much about a problem that wasn’t his to bear. “Glen,” I held up a hand, “You guys are stretched thin enough. This isn’t me asking for charity, it’s our problem and Sam’s confidant we’ll find a fix.” “How does he have enough time to be a member of the Air Force, an Avenger and save the family business?” Mel asked.

“Well, the Avengers are kind of off doing their own thing right now from what I understand and he’s home for a little while from the Air Force,” I explained, “So his main job at the moment is to get us our funding and annoy the snot out of me while doing it.” After earning some giggles from Sophia and Max at the expression, Glen announced that they were going to go and grab lunch for everybody. My mom took my hand once it was just the two of us and I settled into my seat, “How are you, sweetheart?”

“Hanging in there,” I sighed, running a hand through my hair, “Tired, stressed, I smell like fish most of the time…We need this loan or else we’re going to have to sell the boat. You should’ve seen Sam’s face when Sarah told him…”

“I’m sorry, I know how much that boat means to you kids. I could’ve offered you the moon and stars and it still wouldn’t have been enough to get you off it.” I smiled at the memories of summer nights spent laying on the deck stargazing, dance parties on the stern and early mornings spent with Mr. Wilson teaching us how to fish. A childhood with so much sadness had also contained so many joys. To part with a tangible one killed me more than I’d let on to Sam.

Sensing that the topic was making me emotional, my mother was kind enough to change it. “How are things otherwise? Have you been getting out there?” I dropped my head back dramatically and groaned, “Mom…” “I’m just saying,” she dropped my hand and held up hers in surrender, “You should get out there, meet someone. There’s no shame in trying those online dating services. What’s the one…the…Tinder?” “Oh my gosh, Mom,” I buried my face in my hands and moved my fingers so she could only see my eyes, “Please stop talking.” “You know who I ran into the other day? Jack’s mom, from high school. She lives just down the next hallway, she says that he’s still single. You could get in touch with him.” “Y’know, for a woman who advocated for her daughters to lead such independent lives, you’re sure quick to try and marry us off,” I chuckled, “The second Mel started dating Glen you were practically booking the church.” “And I’m very proud of both my girls for being such strong young women,” she smiled proudly, “But finding love doesn’t mean losing your independence so long as you’re with the right man. I love that you’ve been helping out Sarah these last few years but honey…I see how lonely you are. In those big y/e/c eyes you think I still can’t read after all these years.” The y/e/c eyes in question started to fill with sadness at hearing my pain verbalized. It was true, I was lonely. More so than I would ever let on to anybody. I was a shy enough kid who only withdrew further after Dad passed away, that kind of introversion wasn’t one that you outgrew. But I’d given up the idea of finding someone to spend my life with a long time ago for a bevy of reasons.

“Sometimes it’s better to be alone, Mama,” I nodded as if to force myself to agree with my statement, “No chances of getting hurt…or hurting somebody.” “You couldn’t hurt somebody even if you tried,” my mom argued sweetly, “You couldn’t even kill spiders when you were a kid.” “And now there’s a Spiderman out there so I’m glad I didn’t,” I shot back with a laugh.

“I’m serious, honey,” she took my hand once again, “Don’t let your heart’s wounds keep you from finding someone who could help soothe them.”

I was convinced my mother was both a poet and a therapist at some point in her life, she gave advice in the most beautifully phrased way. And while I’d loved to have taken her words to heart, tell Mel to fix me up with one of Glen’s friends and put an end to my loneliness, I feared that I was just too broken to give love to someone.

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I arrived back home late, shedding my boots and bag at the doors. I’d expected to hear a triumphant chorus of Sam shouting ‘WHO DA MAN?’ as he typically would when heroically proving me and Sarah wrong, but there was only silence. When I walked into the kitchen and saw their glum faces, it wasn’t hard to guess the outcome of the meeting. “You’re kidding me…” “Said that things had tightened up,” Sam said, leaning against one side of the island and taking a swig of his beer, “Had the balls to ask me for a picture afterwards.” I groaned and grabbed the beer bottle Sarah had extended to me, “Okay, we’re out of options. It’s time to move forward-“ “Don’t say it…” Sam tiredly warned.

“Someone has to, Sam. We can’t keep searching for solutions when the right one is sitting out on our dock,” I gestured to the window that looked out on the road we took each day to work.

Sarah set her beer down and held her hands up in surrender, “I’m not having this argument again tonight, I’m going to bed. If you’re gonna kill each other, do it quietly.” She left as me and Sam silently stared each other down, waiting for the other to speak. I was too frustrated to play the game, “What’s this really about?” “It’s about the damn boat and that you and Sarah are throwing in the towel too-“ “What,” I elongated the single syllable word, “Is this really about?” Sam set his drink down and rubbed his hands over his head before looking back up at me helplessly, “You guys were on your own for five years and you’ve done an amazing job. But now nothing’s working and I just…I just want to help because I couldn’t for so long.” It all clicked as to why Sam was being so insistent on trying to eliminate the whole matter. He was used to saving the day and finally meeting one that he couldn’t save was a wall he thought he could still find a way to run through. He’d been like that ever since we were kids, always trying to help the people he loved even when it was impossible. He had the biggest heart of anyone I’d ever met.

“I love you,” I set down my bottle and crossed the island to come next to him and wrap my arms around his shoulders, “But this may be one problem that the Falcon can’t swoop in and fix. The Avengers work hard, but a business graduate helping to run a struggling seafood business works harder,” I succeeded in getting him to crack a smile, “Believe me, I’ve run all the numbers and consulted with anyone who would listen. The boat’s gotta go.”

“Yeah, well, humor me and give me a little while longer.”

“Fine, a couple more days,” I grabbed my beer once again and clinked it against his, “But it’s not my fault if Sarah smacks you again.” Sam laughed, slung an arm around my neck and kissed my temple. “You coming up soon?”

“Yeah, I’ll be up in a few minutes,” I answered, watching as he finished his drink before leaving the kitchen and heading upstairs. Once I’d heard his bedroom door open and close, I exited out to the back porch. I took in the late night sounds of the bayou, the crickets chirping and the wind rustling trees had always soothed me. I wished they could touch what I was feeling right now, but the noise didn’t do a thing to drown out my worry. For the business I feared we may lose, for Sam as he ran himself ragged trying to help and for myself and what him and Sarah would think of me once I confessed the secret I’d kept from them for so long.

I held out my hand and watched as the blue energy flowed from my fingertips. Would Sam ever forgive me for not telling him I had powers? They had manifested when I was young, my parents said. I couldn’t remember a day where my body hadn’t produced a magical energy that when harnessed incorrectly could be destructive. It had been a sad day for my mother’s garden when I’d discovered that bit…According to her, she’d wanted to take me to a school for people like me run by a man named Charles Xavier but my father had said no immediately. He’d been so insistent on keeping my powers a secret that my mother said she’d only seen that type of fear in his eyes when he had a war flashback. So I was instructed to never show my powers to anyone under any circumstances and I’d done just that. I’d thought about revealing them in 2012 after the Battle of New York, but my dad’s fear rang in my ears. Three years later when Sam became an Avenger was when I began to feel guilty that I was keeping a secret from him. I’d wanted to join him and find somewhere where I didn’t feel so out of place, but I’d decided against it again. Now with their team so broken and Sam off with the Air Force, I’d finally gathered the courage to confide in him and Sarah. I should have done it six months ago, but I’d chickened out too many times. Tomorrow, I decided. Tomorrow was the day. But would they still see me the same way once I showed them? ————

The next morning, after dressing and running over what I wanted to say three times, I hesitantly headed downstairs to face the music. With there being nobody in the kitchen, I followed the sounds of the television to find Sarah and Sam staring at the screen intently. I stood to the side of the room and watched a suited man give a speech out front of a government building. “We need someone to inspire us again, someone who can be a symbol for all of us. So, on behalf of the Department of Defense and our Commander-in-Chief, it is with great honor that we announce here today that the United States of America has a new hero. Join me in welcoming your new Captain America.”

My jaw slackened as a man marched out in front of the gathered press, dressed in a variation of Steve Rogers’ patriotic uniform and carrying the iconic shield. The shield that had only weeks ago sat upstairs in Sam’s bedroom in a case. I dragged my gaze away from the screen to look at my best friend, hunched over in his seat with his eyes shut in sorrow. Sarah looked just as distraught, her eyes trained on her brother as well. We waited in silence until the breaking news broadcast switch back to regularly scheduled programming before Sarah switched the box off.

“I thought you said it was going to stay in the museum,” I finally spoke, my voice choked with emotion.

“It was supposed to,” Sam ground out, his grip on his own hands tightening. Without any warning, he rose from his seat and left the room. My instinct was to follow him and try to comfort him, but there was nothing I could say to ease the deep pain he was feeling. I wasn’t even sure I could form words that weren’t doused in raw shock. The two things I was sure of were that a) the government had fucked up royally and b) now was definitely not the time to tell Sam about my powers.

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It was a few days later and Sam still hadn’t spoken much to Sarah and I about the situation. It was unnatural for Sam to suffer in silence especially around us, but we both gave him the space he needed.

I was taking laundry to AJ and Cass’ room and had to pass by Sam’s, surprised to see him packing a bag. “Thought you were sticking around.” “Something big came up,” he replied as he set a stack of t-shirts in his duffle bag, “I need to go check it out.” I leaned against his doorway, “Air Force big or Avengers big?” “The second one.” “And you’re going by yourself?” I asked with raised eyebrows.

Sam looked over his shoulder at me finally, “Don’t have anybody to else to call. Besides, I can handle myself.” I hummed in response before setting down the stack of laundry, an idea forming in my head that could solve both of our problems. I folded my hands together and dug my feet into the carpet, “What if you didn’t have to go by yourself?” He looked confused, “What are you talking about?” My folded hands began to make circles in the air as I struggled for the right words, “What if I came with you?” “What, like take your family to work day something?” Sam scoffed, “That’d be fun.” “I’m serious.” “Are you crazy? Of course you can’t come.” “Hear me out,” I looked to his bag and the pair of jeans he had next to fold, “Actually watch.” He folded his arms and waited for my demonstration. I took a deep breath and extended my hand, forcing my energy outwards to levitate the jeans. “Whoa!” Sam exclaimed as he watched me maneuver the clothing inside his duffle, “W-w-what…What was that?” I shrugged and pulled my hand back to my side, “The reason why you should take me.”

“How long have you been able to do that?” “Since I was a kid,” I moved out of the doorway and closed the door, the last thing I needed was AJ and Cass knowing their aunt could move things with her mind, “My parents told me never to tell anybody. I’ve thought about telling you for years since you’re used to this kind of thing but I was scared…Then you were gone and when you came back, life was moving non-stop and I lost my courage. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.” Sam stood with his jaw hung for a few seconds before shaking his head back into reality, “Why are you apologizing? You never had to tell me, but I’m glad you did,” he pointed a finger towards me, “But you’re still not going.” “What are you talking about? I’d be an asset to whatever it is you’re fighting! And I love you but c’mon bird boy, you may be able to fly but I can do it without any tech.” “Oh, so that’s how you wanna play?” Sam gestured between the two of us, “You think insulting me is the way to get me to let you come?” “Come on,” I moved to sit on his bed, “Tell me what the problem is and I’ll prove that I can help.” “Alright, alright,” Sam took a stance in front of me, “You wanted to hear the tea on my missions, I’ll spill it. There’s an online group called the Flag Smashers, their MO is to get the world back to the way it was during the last five years. My military contact, Torres, went undercover in Switzerland when they robbed a bank. Knocked him unconscious when he tried to fight back.” I balanced my elbows on my knees and tapped a finger against my lip, “So kind of a Robin Hood deal, right? Stealing things from the rich and giving it to the poor. In this case, the poor being those who never disappeared.” “Exactly, except the guy that knocked Torres out was strong. Too strong. I’m thinking they could be a part of-“ “The big three.” Sam’s neck snapped back, “How do you know about the big three?” I shrugged nonchalantly, “The little you do tell me about your avenging always ties back to either androids, aliens or wizards. Though I think you’re being a little dramatic with the term ‘wizard.’”

“Are you seriously gonna correct the guy who’s actually there doing the fighting?” “Are you seriously gonna deny yourself valuable help against either an alien or an android?”

Sam sighed, I was successfully backing him into a corner. “Can you even fight?”

Extending one hand, I levitated Sam and gently slammed his back into the ceiling before reversing course and lowering him onto the carpet. He moaned as he rolled over to face me, “Could’ve given me a concussion.” “Maybe that would knock some sense into your head,” I stood and gave him my hand to pull him up, “Sam, I know that I don’t have any experience but I am more than capable of defending myself. I want to actually do something with these powers instead of sitting on my ass. I’d rather do it with you than on my own. Please?” I watched the cogs in his mind turn through his eyes, I knew he was only fighting this hard because he wanted to keep me safe. But he was in way over his head if he thought it wasn’t worth taking me with. He accepted my hand and stood to his full height, “Pack a bag, we’re leaving for the air base in an hour.” I smiled and threw my arms around him, “Thank you, you won’t regret this.” “I’d better not,” he warned, his arms stayed straightened in displeasure of my enthusiasm, “If you take some stupid risk and put yourself in jeopardy, I’m putting your ass on a plane home.” Quick footsteps could be heard coming down the hallway until the door opened to reveal Sarah, “What was all that noise? It sounded like you were throwing each other into walls.” “Busy,” I quickly dismissed her, using my energy to shut the door in Sarah’s face from a distance.

“Um,” her muffled voice rang through, “What the hell was that?!”

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sandbees · 3 years

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Child!Yuu: Octavinelle

Floyd:

Eh~? Who’s this small fry~?

Calls Yuu Shrimpy-chan or small fry as their nickname.

I mean, Yuu isn’t even a quarter of his height! Literally towers over them!

Yuu enjoys when Floyd picks them up to either give them a piggy back ride or throw them in the air.

I mean, if Floyd throws them up in the air it gives everyone a heart attack, but it’s fun!

Heartslybul has tried to ban Yuu from being with Floyd, but both do not care at all. Floyd will just walk up to Ace and Deuce and pick up Yuu, say “Mine now :)” and walk away.

They’ll try to take Yuu back, but they can’t.

These two combined are pure chaos and you should fear whenever these two are bored.

Whenever Floyd is feeling down, Yuu is always up to make him feel better.

Surprised at how close they are? Well, it wasn’t always like this. In fact, Yuu was scared of Floyd. I mean, he looks intimidating, but there’s a lot more to the story.

Remember the scene where Yuu got kicked out? Yeah I’ve made it more serious/sad.

You see, when the Tweels showed up to evict Yuu, they just sat in the living room with a pout.

They wanted to yell, cry, and even try to convince the twins to let them stay, but...it’s late at night, they’re alone (besides Grim) and the twins could literally harm them if they did. They did make the contract to save everyone, though.

Yuu made their bed, now they are forced to lie in it. It’s kind of sad, how they kind of just...gave up on fighting.

When they finally leave the dorm, they’re at the gate. That’s when the burst out crying. It’s really pitiful where they were at. They’re extremely angry at the Octavanille trio but they can’t do much.

Thankfully Ace, Deuce, and Jack are to the rescue. While they can’t beat up the Tweels, they will most certainly help Yuu. (Wholesome moment where everyone comforts Yuu)

Anyways, after Azul’s overblot and the arc closes, Yuu’s relationship with them is sort of mended.

I’d like to think Floyd and Yuu make amends when Yuu finds Floyd in one of his “moods”.

He’s feeling pretty crummy and Yuu notices. Ignoring Grim telling them to leave Floyd alone, they approach Floyd.

“Hm~? What’s Shrimpy-chan doing here?” “Pick me up, I want a piggyback ride.”

Floyd picks Yuu up to amuse them, but then it ends up with the two bonding over their sheer chaotic force. It’s kind of scary how Yuu used to shy away from Floyd but suddenly runs up to him with a big smile.

When Yuu first called Floyd “Big Brother”, he was extremely happy.

“Shrimpy-chan called me big brother~! Call me that more, ok?”

Jade:

I honestly think he kept Yuu at an arms length, to be honest.

It’s pretty interesting and amusing how Yuu reacts to certain situations, and how efficient they are, despite how young they are!

However, they’re still a child, they don’t need to know everything about his life.

...is what he said before the overblot incident. Actually, seeing Yuu’s sudden maturity when comforting Azul sparked a new interest in Yuu for Jade.

He still isn’t fully open to Yuu but he’ll answer questions if Yuu asks. He’ll especially be open if Yuu is interested about Mushrooms or his terrariums.

I think Jade would be the first one to try and ease the rift between Yuu and himself. He invites them over to Mostro Lounge to have them taste test new recipes.

Yuu accepts, because free food! :D (Also maybe get some for Ruggie too)

I think Yuu and Jade would have a lot of conversations, mostly about school related topics. Jade is surprised how knowledgeable and mature Yuu can be with these topics despite being a 10 year old.

Yuu can always talk to Jade about topics they feel passionate about or to simply rant about. He’s a good listener!

When Yuu first called Jade “Big Brother”, he was genuinely shocked, it was written all over his face! It was a moment of that before he composed himself and smiled.

“Big Brother? Well, I suppose I can be that role. Though don’t you call my brother and you’re friends that, too?”

“I call everyone I love/trust big brother! :D”

“I...see.” *Internal smiling*

Azul:

The first interaction Yuu has with Azul is when they walked up to him in the middle of his meeting with all of his new workers and asked for an anemone hat.

The idiot trio and Jack are just watching, scared for Yuu’s life.

To be fair, Azul half considered dragging Yuu into a contract, but then Jack came in and dragged Yuu away, reprimanding them. “You can’t just ask to make a contract! It’s dangerous!” “But my anemone hat! D:”

Azul kind of felt bad for making Yuu sign a contract in exchange for their dorm but...well, capitalism. (Our boys take pleasure in punching Azul after everything settles)

After Azul overblots and is brought to the infirmary, Yuu stays behind.

It’s just a long silence between them, because Azul kind of made Yuu cry but also Yuu feels like they should be there for Azul.

Yuu ends up initiating the conversation, which leads to Azul opening up a little about his past of being bullied.

When Azul is let go they all go visit the museum to return the photo, Yuu stays by Azul’s side.

“Since you’ve been here before, I want you to give me a tour! You must know the best places here! :D”

Anyways, general headcannons;

Azul has a soft spot for Yuu, but he has a reputation to keep up! So that means Yuu only comes around when he isn’t busy.

Hugs. Azul has the best hugs. “You’re so soft and squishy! Like an octopus! I love hugging you! :D”

Azul always has a bowl of candy like those in offices for Yuu. They’re only allowed to take one, though.

Plays peek-a-boo with Yuu when they discovered his Octo-pot. Climbs in and giggles because they can fit in it :)

Since Azul sucks at flying and usually flies closer to the ground, Yuu pops up by Vargas’ request sometimes and flies with Azul. I mean, he gets a good grade when Yuu does show up so he doesn’t mind. Yuu’s happy they get to fly.

Azul makes small contracts with Yuu to get an anemone hat. It’s those specific harmless ones like, “Remind me to buy ingredients after school.” or something simple that Yuu is going to forget after 10 minutes of making a contract. That way, Yuu doesn’t do anything they don’t want to and gets an anemone hat!

Everyone is suspicious about it though, “Are you SURE Azul didn’t add anything fishy in the contract?” “He got me an anemone hat so I don’t care.”

When Yuu finally got an anemone hat, they ran over to Azul and exclaimed, “Thank you Big Brother! :D” and gave him a big hug.

Azul stood there frozen, before he smiled and returned the gesture. It was extremely wholesome.

...too bad the Tweels were there. They began teasing Azul.

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland imagine #twisted wonderland headcannons #twisted wonderland yuu #octavinelle #floyd leech #jade leech #azul ashengrotto #child!yuu

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favefandomimagines · 3 years

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Scenic Views (e.b.)

Summary: an ocean view hike is supposed to be relaxing. so why wasn’t it for you and buck?

AN: i defs lost this request BUT i found it and here it is! I’m sorry that it took me so freaking long! i also added a little bit of spice to this

request: @tacopanda omg so cute. you and Buck go hiking on a very scenic hike to a view a ocean view and on the hike you end up spraining your ankle

You knew you shouldn’t have agreed to go on a hike with Buck. Buck was in impeccable shape, he was a firefighter, so of course he was in good shape. You were an amateur painter, who spent most of their time at an art studio than outside. You were healthy and in good shape but you never went out of your way to go to a gym and workout.

But when Buck asked for something, you usually caved. And this time, he wanted to go on a hike with you. Saying that maybe seeing that beautiful view of the ocean would give you the inspiration you were severely lacking.

It wasn’t every day that the most prestigious art museum in LA showcased amateur artists and you were lucky enough to be one of the few to be featured. But, you needed a piece to showcase and you had no inspiration for one. Usually an idea just came to you and you’d go wild but given that you knew what could potentially come out of it, that was blocking your creativity immensely.

You were doing surprisingly well for someone who doesn’t particularly workout on a daily basis. You were keeping up with your boyfriend just fine for the most part.

“I can’t believe I let you talk me into doing this.” You groaned, climbing a rather steep incline. “You’re doing great though!” Buck commented. “I’m dying on the inside.” You rebutted. “With the pandemic, this is a good way for us to get out of the house and do some bonding.” He said. “We’ve been bonding, stuck at home, for over a year. How much more until you get sick of me?” You teased.

“I think it’s impossible for me to be sick of you, Y/N.” Buck said. You smiled up at him as the two of you reached what seemed like the end of the trail. You stopped for a moment to catch your breath as Buck looked at the view. “If this doesn’t give you the inspiration to finish your painting, I don’t know what will.” He said.

You stood up straight and walked towards where he was standing and overlooked the view of the ocean. “Wow. You don’t see a view like this every day.” you commented. There was really an ulterior motive for Buck bringing you on that hike.

A motive you were not aware of. You and him had been together for the worst moments of each other’s lives, even if it wasn’t always in a romantic sense. You were there when Abby left him, he was there for you when you started art school, you stayed by his side when he was suing the department and the city. Even through a global pandemic, the two of you stayed by each other through it all.

There was no doubt that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you and the scenery was beautiful and it felt like the right place to start. Given that you didn’t know about Buck’s plan, your impulsive and exploratory nature got the best of you.

There was a large rock a few feet away from where you and Buck were standing and you wanted to go get a better look of the ocean. You moved to stand on the rock while Buck was making sure he didn’t leave the ring at home.

You were looking at the view from the rock when Buck caught your attention. “Hey, Y/N?” He called. You turned around quickly and somehow lost your footing, bending your ankle in a very unhealthy manner and falling on your ass in the process.

When you hit the ground, the only thing you could do was laugh. Buck rushed to your aid, examining you for any serious injuries, while you were laughing hysterically.

“Oh my god, Y/N, are you okay?” He asked you. “This is so embarrassing.” You laughed. “Are you hurt?” Buck questioned. “I think I hurt my ankle. Falling straight on my face.” You answered, still laughing.

Buck furrowed his eyebrows at your laughter before he pulled out his phone. “I’m calling 911.” He announced. “No, no, I’m fine. It’s just a sprain.” You said. “A sprain that’s swelling up to the size of my wrist. Y/N, you need to go to the hospital.” He told you.

“Can’t you just carry me back down? I mean, you are a firefighter too.” You questioned. Buck looked at you for a moment, knowing that he really should call an ambulance for you. “Fine. But you’re going to the ER whether you like it or not. If you broke your ankle because of a hike I took you on, you’ll never let me live it down.” He finally said.

You and Buck made it back down to the parking lot and he carefully placed you in the passenger seat of the car. “I can’t believe I convinced you to do this. It’s my fault you got hurt.” He commented. “Buck, I’m the clumsiest person alive. No one is at fault here but my lack of reflexes.” You rebutted. “But,” He started. “No. No buts. It’ll be fine.” You told him.

You were in a good amount of pain but you didn’t want him to know that, knowing it would make him feel ten times worse.

At the end of the day, it was just a severe sprain. Nothing too terribly serious and you just had to keep it bandaged for a few days until the swelling went down. Buck felt terrible, so he made sure that whatever you needed he got for you without the usual complaining. Even though it wasn’t the ideal situation, you might have found the inspiration you were looking for.

It had been a month or so since your failed hike with Buck and it was the night of the showcase at the art museum. The entire 118 was going to be there which made you more nervous than you thought.

No one has seen the piece you made but you were rather proud of it. You told Buck that it was an abstract landscape piece but in reality it was much more than that. It was a simple, black and white portrait of Buck that you painted after a long night watching TV on the couch.

It wasn’t anything fancy or extravagant. It was just him, completely unaware that you were memorizing how he looked at that moment.

Everyone was standing around, drinking champagne and talking amongst themselves, while you were a bundle of nerves. You kept looking around the room, waiting to see when they were going to unveil your piece.

“Everyone’s going to love it. I mean, you haven’t shown me what it is, but I have no doubt it’s amazing.” Buck told you. You gave him a smile as the art curator stood in front of your piece. “Oh my god.” You muttered. “The next local artist contribution we’d like to unveil, comes from Ms. Y/F/N Y/L/N.” She announced, before the sheet covering your portrait fell.

There were murmurs throughout the room but from what you could see on people’s faces, they were all positive murmurs. You avoided Buck’s gaze, afraid of what his reaction would. “Y/N, that’s amazing.” Maddie complimented. “Thank you.” You said, bashfully.

You then looked up at Buck, who was still staring at the painting of him. “So? Do you hate it? You hate it don’t you. I knew I should’ve asked if it was okay-” You started before his lips met yours. That seemed to silence you long enough for your nerves to dissipate.

“You really like it?” You whispered when you pulled a part. “I love it, Y/N. I-It’s incredible.” Buck answered. “I thought you didn’t have inspiration.” He added. “Well, after the hike and seeing how you were with me, that gave me inspiration. Because why not paint something I love so much?” You answered. “Will you marry me?” He said without really thinking. “I’m sorry, what?” You questioned.

“That was supposed to happen way more smoothly than me just blurting it out but, will you marry me? I was going to ask on our hike but then you fell.” Buck said. You were stunned at first, trying to process everything but you soon smiled and nodded your head. “Yes, Buck, I’ll marry you.” You answered.

No one around you was aware of what was going on and that was 100% fine by you. That evening was about your art and other people’s art, you didn’t want to take that away.

Buck reached into his pocket and pulled out the small box, opening it up and placing the ring on your finger. “Are we going to tell the others?” You asked, staring at the ring on your finger. “Tonight’s about you and your art. We can tell them tomorrow.” Buck answered.

You didn’t think a person could be more thankful to have sprained an ankle until now.

#911 imagine #911 fox #911 season 3 #evan buckley #evan buckley imagine #evan buckley x reader #evan buckley oneshot #imagine #imagines

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slasherhaven · 3 years

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Late Nights in Ambrose

Teenage Bo Sinclair X Teenage Reader

Summary: Bo had a bad day, and that means he needs to see you.

Ambrose was a little town, one of those towns where everyone knows everyone. Of a day, it felt like everyone was watching you, wanting you to act a certain way, and waiting for you to mess up. You weren’t the only one who felt that way, everyone did, even the adults.

Maybe that was why you found yourself sneaking out of a night to meet with your best friend. There weren’t many kids your age, classes where always small, but it was still Bo Sinclair that you found yourself growing close too.

Everyone knew the Sinclair family and about the twins, they knew Bo as the bad twin and Vincent as the good twin. Not that they treated Vincent accordingly, people weren’t kind to those who look different. Bo still got it bad, it’s difficult to break away from a reputation like his.

“Bo, what is all this about?” you asked quietly, wrapping your jacket around yourself as you closed the door behind you.

“What? You not glad to see me?” your friend asked with a cocky smirk.

“I saw you this afternoon and this morning, when you convinced me to skip church” you reminded him with a roll of the eyes.

“You really gonna pretend you care?” Bo asked with a small scoff, already walking away from your house and you following him without argument.

“No, I’m glad I can use you as an excuse to get out of it. My parents were less happy about it” you informed him. Your parents hated Bo, always saying that he was trouble, that he was a bad influence on you. Maybe they were right, you didn’t care all that much either way.

“They give you a lecture?” he asked.

“’course, they mostly blamed you, though. Said you are a bad influence” that earned a small, amused huff from him. “What about your parents?” you asked.

“Same old shit. Don’t think they really expect me to show anymore” he shrugged, “look’s like they’re starting to give up on their problem child.”

“You’re not a problem, Bo” you assured him. “Not to me, anyway” you gave him a small but sincere smile, one that he didn’t return but he nodded in acknowledgement.

The two of you headed to your usual spot. There weren’t many places to go in the little town, the best was probably behind the wax museum of a night once it was empty. It was a little bit away from the rest of town so you wouldn’t be disturbed and neither of you would disturb anyone else.

Bo guided you around the large building, to a more unkept area. He placed a hand on your elbow, helping guide you over a busted down wall, the wall that the two of you sat behind. It was good for when his mother was actually staying late at the museum or when somebody came nosing around, it gave you both some extra time to get out of there and not get caught.

Leaning back against the wall behind you, you smiled to yourself. In front of you both was a line of trees, reminding you of how out in the middle of nowhere Ambrose was, but above you both was a night sky filled with stars.

Your attention turned back to Bo when he lent back against the wall, pulling a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket.

“Where did you get those?” you asked.

“I have my secrets” he hummed as he pulled out a lighter.

“You stole them” you concluded, rolling your eyes.

“That ain’t something you can prove” he smirked a little, lighting up a cigarette. “Want one?” he offered, holding the pack out to you.

“No thanks” you shook your head.

“Suit yourself” Bo shrugged, tucking the pack and lighter back into his pocket.

“So why did you drag me out of bed at this time of night?” you asked. Whenever Bo woke you up so late, it was normally for a reason, something more than just hanging out.

“Feel free to head back” he scoffed.

“...I’ll stay” you never planned on leaving in the first place. Bo could be complicated, always insisting that he preferred being alone but getting hostile when he thought you wanted to leave. “You can’t get rid of me that easy” you teased, knocking your shoulder against his.

“God knows I’ve tried” it’s true, you had befriended him a few years ago, even when he seemed dead set against it. You had grown on him, and you knew it.

“You love me really. You just won’t admit it” you insisted, a smile still on your face.

“Whatever you want to believe” he rolled his eyes, taking a drag from his cigarette. Being an edgy, angsty teen was something Bo was good at.

“Bo?” you spoke up, smile fading from your face. He hummed in acknowledgement. “Do you ever think about leaving Ambrose?” you asked.

“All the time” he nodded.

“Do you think you ever will?” you looked to him. You couldn’t see him sticking around here and being happy for long, all he did was complain about the place and the people.

“Maybe” he shrugged.

“It sucks here” you huffed, looking back up at the stars.

“The place isn’t the bad thing. The people are” Bo told you.

“All but me, right?” you asked playfully, smiling at him.

Bo looked at you for a moment, as if thinking about something. “All but you” he nodded, making you smile some more. “Vincent and Lester too” he added after a short pause.

“You like us more than you’ll ever admit” you hummed. He cared for his brothers, and for you, more than he may let on but you knew it anyway. “Come on, why did you really come knocking on my window in the middle of the night?” you asked again.

“...today’s been rough” he confessed.

“You had a bad day?” you asked sympathetically. You knew that Bo had his reputation for a reason, he had outbursts. Some days you wouldn’t even know about it, he was perfectly normal, other days he was angry about everything, he snapped and got aggressive. It was rare that his anger was directed at you, and whenever it was, you always managed to calm him down.

“Yeah...and the parents decided they couldn’t handle it” he nodded. His cigarette had burnt down too small, so he put it out on the ground beside him and tossed it to the ground carelessly.

“They aren’t helping...they only make things worse” you commented, clearly not happy with the methods they use to punish and control their son.

“You’re telling me” Bo scoffed, unconsciously rubbing one of his wrists.

“I’m sorry” you frowned. You had seen his wrists before, it broke your heart. They would never heal properly, you both knew it. The redness would fade but the damage was done.

“What for?” he asked, looking at you like he was confused by your sympathy.

“...I dunno...everything” you answered quietly, cautiously reaching out and taking his hand in yours.

“Yeah well, no harm done” he shrugged, looking away from you but didn’t pull his hand away.

“But there is harm done...guess that’s what I’m sorry about” you whispered.

Bo didn’t like talking about this kind of stuff and you knew that, so you didn’t push it or question it when he didn’t look at you. Instead, you just rested your head against his shoulder, a quiet reminder that you were here with him.

Maybe it was a mistake because it didn’t take long for you to fall asleep against him. In your defence, he had woken you up in the early hours of the morning.

Feeling you lean against him more, Bo looked down to find you sleeping against his shoulder, your hand still in his. He didn’t even notice the tiny smile forming on his face.

You had become a part of his life through sheer determination, refusing to ever let him push you away. He cared for you now, had for a while. You were one of the few good things in Ambrose, Bo knew that. Hell, maybe that was what had these feelings fluttering around in his chest when he looked at you and the soft smile on your face.

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Security: Mr. Compress ch3

You are a security guard at a museum with a personal secret when you have the misfortune of crossing paths with the league of villains. Stain's first surviving victim with amputee legs ex-her called the Void (aka Void reader x Mr. Compress)

Mr. Compress meets your mom! Your childhood home has been turned into a memorial for your sister, but to you it's a shrine of your mental and physical trauma. It's so sweet until Mr. Compress believes he needs to push to convince mom to take the money.

Warning: NSFW Mr. Compress, Emo Trauma, Amputee x reader

Chapter 2 <previous linkies

Chapter 3:

Toga is begging you to go with you.

“Please! Pretty please! It’s been forever since I’ve had a shower. Please, big sister,” she whines. Toga knows that calling you sister pulls at your heartstrings. You give your boyfriend the dirtiest damn look. He has his mask on, but you know he can see you are upset; he moves faster to be sure he is out of your reach. Jokes on him with your quirk, you could touch him six feet away. You considered using it and making Sako’s dumb big mouth numb.

“Toga, if I show up with a strange man and a young lady that is not related to us, who wants a shower, she is going to have questions. I’m already stressed enough,” you tell her firmly.

“But why does Mister get to go?” she pouts. Crossing her arms and doing a little stomp. She really wanted that shower.

“Because Void needs someone to carry the money to her mother, she can’t use her own quirk, and we keep our word. Besides, we want to be sure our girl is nice and safe. Not getting any silly ideas in her head, like maybe staying instead of coming back to us,” Shigaraki reassures Toga while threatening you.

“Awwww, Shig-nii. I never knew you cared so much,” you tease, giving him a sweet smile. He had father on, but he was blushing while grumbling about you calling him such a stupid name. Dabi was sad to see the pile of money dwindling in Giran’s office. They are buying and paying off equipment. Mr. Compress was changing into civilian clothes.

“Look, none of you want to meet my mom. She’s a red, white, and blue American who loves cornbread, pumpkin pies, and guns. It was a pastime in our household. You have a free weekend; let's picnic and shoot guns. You bored? We have guns. I’m not knocking it, it’s fun as fuck, but she will for sure figure out if we all show up that you’re the League of villains. Her policy is to shoot first and then let the heroes sort it out in the end. I will bring back some pumpkin pie and cornbread, though,” you tell them cheerfully.

“Why don’t you drop the bag of money off on her porch and leave it at that?” Spinner asked.

“Because my mom would hand it over to the cops. She’s not a criminal, sorta dumb in that respect,” you gripe.

“For a fee, I can get you a room at a very discreet and private underground love hotel. It has showers and even a washing machine. Throw in some extra yen, and I will be sure the room doesn’t have cameras,” Giran said.

Everyone agreed a hotel room would be worth the cost. Sako came out in a lovely grey and blue casual outfit. With a vest and false glasses that you thought was sexy as fuck.

“Hey, Giran, be sure to get a private room for me,” you tell him as you walk out arm in arm with Sako. Spinner huffs at the extra expense, but Shigaraki tells them it’s ok even though Giran can only secure two rooms.

You pick up your SUV hidden in an abandoned building. Spinner drove it a lot, so it has been a while since you have seen your baby. The drive there, Mr. Compress was playing it cool, although you can tell he’s nervous underneath that act. You text your mom you are coming home to introduce her to your new boyfriend, so you are grilling him on the story you made up about how you met the entire way.

You are racked with stress. You will be in the house your mom has turned into a shrine of you and your sister. Mostly your sister. You are going to be an emotional wreck. Your mom will insist you stay, but you rather have Dabi set you on fire than sleep in your old room you shared with her.

“Babygirl? You look upset. Don’t worry, mothers love me,” he says as you pull up to your basic house near the woods. Mom likes to shoot and hunt.

“Look. There are some things I should tell you,” you start when your mom bursts out the house and yanks you out of the car to smother you with hugs. She turned to Mr. Compress, getting out of the car, eyed him, and broke out in a huge grin.

“I am so happy to see you home, sweet little pumpkin. I was so worried when you told me you quit your job at the museum. I made all your favorites. Who is this, introduce us?” She says when she is done smothering you in her body.

“Mom, meet Hiro Sukana,” the name you agreed to in the car. Everybody’s name in the League was released except yours, “Sukana, meet my mom.” She cuts you off and bows to him like crazy. Sako performs a little magic and makes a bouquet of flowers appear for your mom. You want to smack him. You told him no magic, and he just smirks at you as your mom goes apeshit over them.

“Just call me mom. Come in, let me feed you and discuss your wedding,” she says, like an insane woman. Guiding him and leaving you there like an extra.

“Mooooommm,” you growl as they disappear into the house. You sigh and shudder as you follow. It was exactly how you remember it. American folk art and your sister's face plastered everywhere. Newspaper clippings. Framed pictures, trophies, the same face exactly like your sisters, but you are always looking back at you in the background.

When you looked at these, you felt your loss so much more profound. She was always with you when you were born, and you feel so alone even with somebody. You saved so many lives as rescue heroes. But your real claim to fame was catching a serial killer, the alley strangler.

“Bit of a risqué costume,” Mr. Compress smiles at you. Mom opens photo books showing off the accomplishments you both made before Stain ended it. You leave the two of them and look at the clippings on the wall, not wanting to hear any of the dumb stories or hear Sako call you a cute baby. You are with your sister in everyone except for those leaving the hospital with no legs. A framed photo of you with your head down and dirty hair of survivor's guilt.

You asked Mom why she would keep and frame such a horrible picture once. She said she was proud that you were a survivor and loved you just as much as your sister, and if she were alive, she would want you to be proud too. You don't believe that for a second. All this made you feel was like you were the bad one. The mistake in the twin process. You had saved your sister from the strangler but couldn’t do shit against Stain. This is a framed photo of your failure. The memories threaten to spill from the extremely tight mental box you have sealed them away in.

“How useless,” you mumble to yourself, about yourself.

“I met her father at a festival when I was a tourist and just fell head over heels. Her Daddy was quirkless like you. How did you two meet?” Mom was asking. Sako shoots you a curious look, yeah you told her he is quirkless and shrug at him, but he doesn't miss a step.

“I met her at the prosthetics office. She was just so beautiful I couldn’t help but see her. It took me three tries before I got the courage to talk to her. But when I did, I knew I was doomed to fall in love,” he said, winking at you. You roll your eyes, putting it on a little thick, aren’t you, Mister?

“Oh my god. You are just precious. I hope you like roast beef and mashed potatoes,” she said.

“With the pearl onions?” You ask as he gets up to check on it in the kitchen.

“What a silly question,” she giggled. You kick Sako’s shoe and loom. That was not what you practiced.

“What? It helps to mix in the truth,” he states with a charming smile. You feel yourself heating up and turning bright red in the reflections of the photos. You really want to know which parts are the truth in that lie, “Why are you always behind your sister?” he asks. You jerk in surprise.

“I am not, see, right there,” you lie, pointing to a random photo. Sako shakes his head.

“Baby girl, I can recognize you from a mile away. You are in the background or a little lower than your sister. Like in that one,” he says, pointing.

“We look exactly alike. How can you tell?” You ask, scrunching your nose. Caught in your fib.

“No, baby girl, your eyes are determined. I bet many people think you are in her shadow, but the truth is you are the one there to catch her if she falls. She has the bright eyes of someone running straight ahead without a doubt in the world; she is safe. A bit too carefree for my taste,” he states. He stands and rubs your tears. You didn’t know they were flowing away.

“You’re such an ass,” you say. He smiles and kisses your forehead. Pulling you into a hug. You see your mother over his shoulder, and she looks so happy for you. She clears her throat and beckons you to the table. Where she has a feast large enough to feed an army.

“You told me you had some co-workers that wanted some pie, but I have plenty of time and extra,” she said. You shake your head but dig in. So happy. Compress is giggling because you eat like a savage when it comes to mom’s food. He chats with your mom about this and that, and it sounds all pleasant.

“So, what is it you do for a living?” she asks Sako.

“I work for Deternat. I make a very good living as a marketer,” He lies so effortlessly. The pie isn’t cooled yet, so mom trots out another photo. You and your sister are in your original costumes while Sako pours you and your mom some wine.

“They were the best, Duo. I wish you had killed him, sweety,” mom said to you whimsically when she rushed back into the kitchen. You knit your brows in anger and confusion. That was unusual for your mom.

“I wish I did to mom,” you mumble.

“I think now is a good time,” Sako whispers. You nod. Placing a marble on the table and bag of money appears, Sako wraps an arm around your waist.

“It’s going to be fine,” he reassures. You are not so sure, chewing your nails in pure anxiety as you try to think of the smoothest lies to convince your mom to take this money.

“Leave it to me,” he tells you. You start to tell him not to be silly, it’s your mom, you will lie to her. He’s staring at you with those beautiful soft brown eyes, and you melt. You want this off your plate, and he’s so charming and eager to make you happy. This is a bad idea, but something almost like a drunk buzz at the back of your head is pushing down that doubt and telling you to trust him. You bite your lip and nod in agreement.

He sets the bag aside, and mom hands him a plate with pumpkin pie and makes a big show of loving it.

“Absolutely delicious. Denser than what I’m used to, but its spice is so pleasant. I really owe you something for this,” he says, and your middle sinks. No, Sako, do not make a big show of this, your mind screams. You are screaming with your eyes; he sees but doesn’t stop. He winks at you as he pulls the bag out. You are shaking your head no, but he clearly is ignoring you.

With a grand gesture, he places the bag between him.

“I just want you to know that your daughter has made me the happiest man in the world. I truly thought I would be alone. I was wondering if I could ask her hand in marriage. If she will have me, of course,” He grins wide at you, and he gets on one knee.

What the fuck is happening? Your mind screams. Clasps his empty hands together twists, making a large rock appear. You could kill him. Now you are in a spot. You say no, and mom will ask questions about the money.

Why was this guy giving it to her? Your mom knows there is no way you could get this money legitimate means. You calm down. He can’t force you to get married if you say yes. Another part of you struggled with how badly you wanted to say yes immediately. It was so unlike you.

“Yes, Sako, I will,” you say. Joy is ripped from you saying it. What the fuck? Mom has tears streaming down and keening in joy. She is so happy. You worry it’s because someone is finally taking the shit kid off her hands. He slips the ring on your finger with a kiss to your wrist.

“She has told me of her debt that has become your debt. I am in line for a promotion, but I need to pass a certain security clearance that is attached to my credit score,” he explains. Your mom stiffens.

“They still do that?” mom asked with a worried look in her eyes.

“Yes. I want you to take this money from your future son-in-law,” he says, opening and showing her the piles of yen in the bag. Mom's eyes widened.

“That is a lot of money. I don’t know if I should take it,” mom said. The look of longing makes you want to cry. The debt of your lawyer fees, legs, and their maintenance was eating away at mom.

“Mom, please. Take the money. Retire, go on vacation, pay off the debt. Mom. So, we can all move on with our lives. I can get married, and you can be free,” you tell her. You are playing with the ring, twisting it nervously, waiting for the answer. It tips her over, and she nods yes, pulling the bag to her. You try to leave, but she insists you both spend the night.

Then she talks you into staying in your old room while Compress is in the den. You are still furious he put you in that awkward position. He could have at least warned you in the SUV.

“You should text the others to share the second room while we’re away,” you whisper to him. He laughs.

“It’s adorable that you think they didn’t already break-in the second we didn’t show up at ten. Baby, they are criminals,” he gives you an aww how cute and naive face, and you hit him. He said ‘ow,’ but you can tell he was faking. Mom made you go to bed in your old room. Separating you from Sako in a traditional manner. You stand there next to the door, and you can not open your eyes. Your sister’s ashes are in there, and mom would not understand why you can’t be in there. You close your eyes, trying to breathe normally, standing there in misery, the box threatening to unseal.

You wait until you hear her door open and close before you sneak out. Running to Sako. You’re hyperventilating when you crawl into the pullout bed with him. He is quick to wrap you in his arms. Pulling you to him as he tells you it will be all ok. You are hiccupping but calming down as he rubs gentle circles on your back.

“Their see. It is ok,” he whispers. You are less pissed at him. It’s hard to stay mad at a man who adores you even when your ugly crying. He grabs some tissue; you clean up your face while he kisses the top of your head. Purposefully lifting your head so he must kiss lower.

It starts from the top, then your forehead, down the bridge of your nose, to your lips. You let slip a needy moan into his mouth, turning the gentle pressure on your lips carnal. With a sharp inhale of his breath, he brings up his hands to cradle your head, fingers tangling in your hair as he plunges his tongue expertly past your lips.

He is such a good kisser; you can feel yourself getting wetter with each breathless passing second. He pulls away, growling and sucking your lip. Rolling on top, he straddles you. Quickly stripping off his shirt, his perfectly toned chest heaving. He quickly hooks his fingers on your waistband to yank off your pants and underwear in one go when he suddenly stops.

“Shit, what about mommy? I don’t want to get you in trouble with her since she has some old-time values,” he questioned with a lilt of concern. You narrow your eyes at him and shove your hand in his pants, wrapping your fingers around his perfect length, giving him a few pumps.

“Does it feel like I give a shit about getting in trouble? Besides, my twin and I had plenty of parties down here. Haven’t gotten caught yet,” you say, licking your lips. He blushes and grins down at you.

“So aggressive. You make this old man’s heart race,” he groans. Roughly pulling your bottoms off. The stupid ring gets caught on the fabric of his pants as he moves away to pull off your clothes. It’s a reminder of an uncomfortable conversation you need to have about being an asshole tossing surprises at you on a whim. He unhooks your hand, pulling down his pants while you pull off your top.

He parts your metal legs to lick your glistening pussy, quickly trying to shove his face in. You grab a handful of his hair a jerk him up.

“I want to fuck now. I’m wet enough,” you huff, red-faced. He has teased, made you wait, and played enough tricks. His eyes meet yours, he chuckles, playing with your clit.

“Are you sure? You have said my silver tongue and mouth was my best feature. I also promised to lick you daily,” he teases. You pull him by his hair up to you for more kisses and to rub your wet pussy on him.

“Don’t be stupid,” you hiss

“As you wish. So impatient.”

He kisses you again, caging you in his arms, the metal cold and harsh. You are careful with your legs, but he doesn’t seem to care about that. He forces your legs to wrap around him. The metal on metal squeals harshly as your thighs quiver under his touch.

He likes to pretend to be the gentleman, especially around the others, but he is an animal in the bed. He is hungry and will hold you down to completely possess you. Humping for hours to get you off. Catching your legs under the knees with his elbows, aggressively he folds you into a press, the squeal of metal making you wetter for some reason.

Pushing himself in deeply and all at once. Pushing past your entrance. Sliding achingly along your slick walls. He feels like steel as the head of his cock kisses your cervix. A light scrape of metal sent a shudder up your spine. You wonder why but not too hard because Sako is distracting. He's pressing down in you. Pumping into you with delicious even rhythm.

“Push those pretty tits together for me,” is his breathy command, and you follow to do exactly as he tells you. Your nipples harden, lips and cheeks red with a high blush. Eyes growing black with bliss that makes him knit his brow in concern.

“Fuck baby, your eyes are entirely black,” he says.

“What?” you ask. Confused. Not many looked into your eyes when you are having sex, but the few who did, never told you that, “I never…no one…what?” It was hard to concentrate on anything he said as he sent tingles of pleasure up your spine.

“They are solid black like a sexy demon. When we get to the hotel, then you can see the mirrors above the bed,” Sako says, getting more excited when he learns something new about you. Both groan in unison as he thrusts, then grinds, thrusts, then grind, playing your body like his favorite instrument. Hard as a rock, watching your tits bounce, pressing down to capture a nipple in his greedy mouth, “Fuck, you’re so beautiful and perfect. You feel amazing, so god damn tight,” he moans.

“Oh god. I’m going to cum, you fucking animal. Ahhh…uh…ah,” you gasp.

Releasing your legs to kiss you passionately while his nonmetal hand massages your breast, thumbing the nipple. Wrapping your arms around him, digging your nails in as he relentlessly pounds into you. A heat is spreading over your body as he plunges into your core.

Each thrust makes you gasp for air around his invading tongue. His girth slides along your silky walls, hitting your sweet spot repeatedly. It's pure euphoria as your pussy grips at him. Doubling his stroke until you unravel on his perfect length. Feeling so full when he bottoms out.

Arching up into him, he claps his fleshy hand over your screaming mouth, quieting the hardest orgasm you have ever had in your life. Nails dig into his muscular back as you writhe under him. Shivers of pleasure flow over your body.

Your metal legs push him deeper, crushing your pelvises together. Your cunt is milking him so hard it pulls a pathetic stifling whimper from him as his dick twitches and throbs, shooting cum in you. Orgasm ripping through both of you.

“Greedy cunt is drinking all of me. Sucking all my cum straight from my tight sack. God damn, you are amazing,” he growls. Panting and trembling cock drunk. He smiles down, watching your chest jiggle with each shaky breath. He takes a few deep inhales before you let him pull from you. His load spilling from you, you whine, missing the feeling of fullness of his cock.

Releasing your grip on his back and rolling over with him. Pulling you to his hot chest, holding you tight as he runs his fingers through your hair. You hold up the hand and play with the ring again. Rolling it around on your digit. He catches you looking at it, and his chest bounces with silent laughter. You smack him.

“It’s not funny. It’s fucked up. I’m mad at you, jerk. You cornered me. Fuck did you see how my mom lit up like you're taking her trouble child off her hands,” you snort. He shakes his head.

“She just wants you happy. Worried about your ticking clock. I wanted to see your acting skills and, if I’m being honest, to see if you’re open to the idea of marrying this old man one day. You say you’re mad, but I just saw you look at it with longing and a little smile at the corner of your mouth,” he states. You roll your eyes, taking the ring off.

“Couldn’t get married if we wanted to. You are all over the tv, a criminal, a wanted man,” you grouse. Tossing the ring in your quirk.

“Mm-hmm, for now. Things will change. This is just a piece of glass I bought from Giran, but it will be the real thing one day. I wasn’t lying about loving you,” he confesses. You feel your muscles tense, and your cheeks heat up.

“I…. this is the longest and most meaningful relationship I have ever been in,” you say. Mouth drying up as you look Sako in his eyes, heart fluttering against your ribcage. You said it before to him, but you were drunk. You force yourself to say it sober, “I love you too.”

Everything about him melts and relaxes with you. His kisses are more intense, and you have to shove him away.

“My mouth is a little dry, and I have to tell you something,” you start, and he holds his finger up.

“After I get us some water because I have something I should tell you too. Stay right there wet and ready for more.”

His pants and fake glasses are on as he bounds upstairs. He grabs two bottles of water and turns to come face to face with mom. Sako freezes, explaining he didn’t mean to disrespect her home. Knowing he was just caught screwing her daughter. But mom didn’t seem to be hearing as her eyes narrowed, and she stepped closer. She shushed him with a finger pressed to her lips.

“Now I understand my innocent girl doesn’t think you have a quirk,” she began. Which put Mr. Compress on edge. He abruptly remembered Void trying to tell him something twice, and he blew her off, “But I know when a rape quirk is altering my mind.” She hisses and holds out her hand.

“Shotgun!” she shouts, and one flies to her hand. Oh fuck, he thinks. Mama has the Bringer quirk. It suddenly made sense. Pumping the shotgun with one hand and holding it up to his face.

“Now, I know the Japanese don't keep track of any hero that isn’t in the top ten in outside countries. But I was the Pro-Hero, The Bringer, in the USA for twenty-five years before I retired. My twin Brother, the Void, and I were only in the top thirty-seven, but I sure I can still kick your date raping villainous ass.” She snarled, fingering the trigger. Mom doesn't fuck around.

Mr. Compress stepped close, squirted water in her face dropping the bottle he had in his flesh arm, and used his real quirk. Turning mom into a marble. Goddammit, he really fucked up this time, and mom is scary. More importantly, he is starting to understand why his girl felt so sad and nervous coming back home.

He takes another look around at the shrine for The Bringer and is pissed at mom for being observant enough to know he used the drug but not to her daughter's suffering. He sighs, placing mom in a secure compartment in his metal arm, cleans up the mess, and grabs another water.

When he heads back down to the den, there you are, legs off, nude, and bare for him. Stretched out on the bed, waiting for him with welcoming arms and cunt. All the rest of the world can wait as far as he is concerned. You politely ask him to keep on the fake glasses as he screws you for most of the night. He's more than happy to oblige, glasses fog from the heat of your bodies. Exhausted and safely in his arms, he sighs and makes another confession.

“I was married before. I’m divorced. She has the children and a restraining order. After it has come out that I am in the League of villains, I’m sure they are hidden somewhere. I’ve had my family taken from me too. The mass difference is it’s because of my actions and convictions. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner,” he says, playing with his metal arm, looking guilty. You smile and caress him in a warm embrace.

“I get it. If you want to talk about it, I’m here to listen. I’ve been thinking. For a little while now, I could see myself getting married and having babies with you. The women in my family always have twins, so that is something to look forward to. If I’m being really honest, I always thought it would be my sister continuing that legacy. I don’t want to…. Just…..not until after all this. Not until after we are out of jail,” you chuckle humorlessly. You are making a mess of this.

“You want to raise them to be the Bringer and the Void?” he asks, with a lilt of disapproval.

“What? God no! I want them to live in a world where they can be whoever or whatever they want to be without this bullshit pressure of what their quirk defines them to be,” you huff.

“I understand. That is exactly the type of world I’m fighting for. At least you are open to the idea and not regretting being with me. Is that what you wanted to tell me?” he asks cautiously. You shake your head before snuggling in.

“No. It’s that you come from a line of villains where I come from a line of heroes. Mom is an ex-hero. That’s why we have to lie to her. She wouldn’t take the money any other way. This fake proposal was genius. Sorry I flipped out a bit. I'm immensely relieved, like a huge weight has been lifted off my shoulders. No more surprises, ok?” You tell him more than ask. He nods and kisses you to sleep like he has done nightly since you two have been together.

He lays back wide awake. How the fuck is he going to get out of this mess. What is he going to do with Mom?

Chapter 4

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Make Me Love You || Frat Boy!Tom [epilogue]

Warnings: sexual comments, pregnancy and children, marriage and weddings, just cuteness, mentions of IVF, mentions of parental issues, language, mentions of marital issues, mentions of fuckboy!Tommo

Word Count: 7,996

Author's Note: Thank you, thank you, thank you, for those that have stuck with me through all of this. It's been a journey and I'm so grateful for those that stayed for the whole thing. This series has been such an important part of my life and writing and I don't know how I'll function without it, but I'm grateful to have finished it and gotten it out there for others to enjoy. 💖

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Welcome to Our Forever

Thomas & Y/F/N

August 5, 2023

White roses and eucalyptus line the wooden board announcing your wedding to the man of your dreams. Maybe not the best decision to have a summer wedding, but Harrison and Ivey had only wed some three months before, and you refused to take away her shine. As it was, when she sat beside you in her auburn colored dress to have her hair and makeup done, she was glowing, reminiscing on her big day with a brand new wedding band to go with her engagement/wedding ring, and a new ID showcasing the Ivey Eleanor Osterfield namesake.

It wasn't necessarily the first time you four girls had been together since graduation, but the time that you spent together had dwindled since going out into the real world. Phoebe was making bank as an emergency room nurse at UW Emergency just off campus and she and Keaton had started living together in University District. Cole had moved Scarlett into his apartment once Keaton had moved out and she's been working as a financial analyst the past two years. He'd mentioned proposing to her, but hadn't officially done so yet. Ivey and Harrison were living in an apartment not far from you and Tom, Harrison working at the Seattle Art Museum, and not too far from him, Ivey was working as an editor in downtown Seattle. Still, after two years, the four of you were meeting up for date night often, you and Ivey mostly discussing wedding plans and crazy stories from your day, while the boys talked sports and alcohol.

Since graduation, you and Tom had adopted a little gray pitbull from a local shelter, similar to Tessa, whom you named Rosir. With the help of your dad and the first few paychecks from your therapy office, you were able to purchase a car, a Subaru Crosstrek, which you and Tom used for weekend getaways and vacations. He'd even taken the time to revisit the same house he and the group stayed in in Oregon two springs ago with you.

"You remember how you told me you wanted something like Ivey and Harrison that night shit went to hell?" He had asked you as you lay in bed one night, bare chests pressed together and Rosie laying just off to your side on the floor, squeaking her toy. You had hummed and nodded, leaning on his chest,

"I regret that."

"Don't say that. I just hope that it's been better than what they have. I've tried to make you happy." You smiled up at him and nodded,

"I've never been happier than I am now." You had reassured him. He'd smiled and leaned in to kiss you. You'd discussed the shitshow that was the last two years of your relationship and how now, you couldn't see being with anyone else and you were convinced that your kids wouldn't have what you did, with a fractured family. Most of Tom's wounds had healed and he was focused on you, his career path, and your future. You were putting everything that had happened in the past behind you for the better now, focusing on your wedding, your marriage, the future.

"You nervous?" Phoebe asks as an artist drags a brush with eyeshadow across her lids. You shrug as you're drawn from your haze,

"Less nervous about marrying him than I am about graduation." You admit. She smiles,

"I'm in love with you two. He's fucking lucky to have you." She murmurs, closing her eyes again. Ivey sighs,

"I think you've beaten me out at being the most gorgeous on your wedding day."

"No, don't say that. You were absolutely stunning."

"Yeah, but are you seeing yourself? Tom is going to lose his shit." She explains. You smile, staring at yourself in the mirror as your makeup artist brushes blush along your cheeks. You giggle,

"Okay, fine, I do look hot." You murmur. The three of you laugh along before Scarlett sighs and moves into the room,

"Your dad and Cole are fighting again." You roll your eyes,

"I almost just wish they hadn't tried to reconcile." You tell her. She smiles,

"I mean... at least they're trying for you and all of our future kids." She reasons. You sigh,

"Yeah, I guess." She sits behind the three of you, waiting until you're all finished before she helps you slide into the a-line dress you'd chosen, the girls gasping,

"Oh Y/N, you look gorgeous." Ivey says. Phoebe and Scarlett agree and when Nikki enters the room, she gasps and covers her mouth, tears springing into her eyes,

"Oh Y/N darling..." She mumbles. You smile, taking her hands when she approaches,

"Do you think he'll like it?" You ask her about her son. She nods, sniffling softly,

"Oh I think you could wear a burlap bag and he'd think you were exquisite, but this..." She nods, "he'll absolutely love you in this." She assures. You smile,

"Great. You look amazing yourself." You tell her, looking her over in her maroon colored mother-in-law dress,

"Well thank you sweetheart." She murmurs, a dusting of red coating her cheeks. She clears her throat,

"I uhm, I have something for you." She says. It's only then that you notice the worn black box in her hands. You follow her to the small couch, sitting just beside her before she opens the box and reveals an old pearl necklace, "My grandmother got this as a gift and it's been passed down through our family. My mother wore it on her wedding day, I wore it on my wedding day. If you'd like... I want you to have it, wear it today and any day in the future as my first daughter-in-law." She tells you. You stare at it, mouth agape,

"Oh gosh... Nikki... are you sure?" She nods immediately,

"Of course. They're to be passed down. Hopefully you get a daughter to do the same to and the tradition can continue in our family." She tells you. You dab at your eyes with a tissue,

"Thank you so much. It's beautiful." You tell her, moving forward to hug her. She hugs you back, kissing your cheek softly. She helps you latch it around your neck and by then, the girls are completely ready,

"It's time Y/N/N." Ivey tells you with a cock of her head. You take a deep breath,

"Gosh... really?" She shoots you a sympathetic smile and nods,

"Fortunately." She tells you. You allow Nikki to fasten your veil into your hair and hand you your bouquet, the girls each collecting theirs before you stand before the full length mirror, staring at yourself. You take a deep breath,

"The next time I step foot into this room, I will be Mrs. Tom Holland." You murmur more to yourself more than anyone. You watch Ivey smile in the mirror before you turn to them and nod,

"Okay, I think I'm ready." You tell them. They each nod before leading you from the room, walking the short distance to where the boys are waiting at the end of the hall. Tom had more groomsmen than you had bridesmaids, but you didn't really care. Three of his seven groomsmen were walking alone, his brothers leading the pack down the aisle together. You honestly thought it was cute. Cole maneuvered his way over to you to kiss your cheek as your father appeared,

"You look beautiful." He tells you. You smile, glancing up at your dad,

"Thanks Cole."

"You know mom would be more than proud of you." He reminds you. You nod, indicating to the veil,

"And she's with me." When your dad had offered up the diamond encrusted lacy material your mother had bought for her own special day, you sobbed and agreed without a second thought. It was such a simple yet meaningful gesture, especially coming from your dad and you haven't thought twice about it since. Cole's eyes are glistening as he nods and Scarlett slips her hand in his bicep.

Sam, Harry, and Paddy are the first down the aisle together, Tom's smile wide when he sees them. Ivey and Harrison are the first couple down the aisle with her as your matron of honor. Scarlett and Cole are next with her being your maid of honor, but you told Phoebe she was also your maid of honor. You weren't letting her feel left out in this situation. Gil was last down the aisle, helping your flower girl and ring bearer, both younger cousins of yours, down to their respective sides. You take a deep breath as you watch Tom stand at the head of the aisle, nervously swaying side to side, hands clasped in front of him. Your father flexes his bicep to imitate a squeeze,

"Don't pass out on me. At least let me get you to him." He jokes. You smile,

"Course not. But... this is the last time your little girl will be a Y/L/N." You tell him. He hums, glancing down at you when you look up,

"You'll always be a Y/L/N, but I'm okay with you being a Holland. Tom is a good man." He reminds you. You smile and nod,

"I agree." You murmur before "Canon In D" starts, giving you your cue. You take another deep breath before your father starts the walk, and all of your guests stand. Your dad reaches out and pats your hand as you walk out into the sunlight, your videographer (thank you dad) crouching beside your fiancè to capture his reaction which is quite honestly, the sweetest, most heart touching thing you've ever seen. He reaches up to brush his tears away, pivoting from foot to foot quicker as he takes a deep breath and blinks away the flood of tears that threaten to spill. You smile up at him, walking steadily with your father until you're standing just before him. He takes a deep breath as your minister asks who gives you away. Your father replies and hands you to Tom who helps you onto the small pedestal across from him. He sniffles softly, staring down at you with so much love in his eyes.

The ceremony progresses quickly and before you know it, you're announced as Mrs. Tom Holland. Tom smiles wide before he's wrapping an arm around your waist, the other curled up your back as he dips you, sealing your deal with a final kiss. You hold him to you, staring up into his eyes when he stands you straight before he pivots on his feet, smile as wide as it can get as you're announced as husband and wife. He gives your hand a squeeze and waves it in the air as your guests cheer and clap.

You scurry off, holding onto Tom as he kisses you over and over again and continuously tells you how beautiful you look while your wedding party makes their way back down the aisle, your bridesmaids and his groomsmen all crowding around you with congratulations thrown your way. You flaunt the ring, and before the guests pour from your venue and towards the large brick building for the reception, Tom's family and your dad and Heidi follow your wedding party to the designated picture area.

The pictures, you can tell, are going to be absolutely gorgeous. Harry and Nikki were both more than happy to be the wedding photographers, and absolutely denied being paid for the work. But you'd seen sneak peeks of some of the shots they'd snapped of your wedding party and you were in love. You'd finally sobbed, and Tom had let you when Nikki flashed you a photo of yours and Tom's foreheads pressed together, his hand brushing along your cheek, wedding band shown off blatantly. It hadn't hit you, how serious getting married was and now it was.

You'd been the last to depart the area where your professional photos were taken, Nikki and Harry leaving you for a private moment to yourselves, the first in nearly two days since the boys stole him and the girls had stolen you. You'd stood in silence for a moment, admiring the scenery of the woods around you before he'd untucked a hand from his pocket and reached out for yours. You'd threaded your fingers together,

"Has this been the wedding of your dreams so far?" He asks softly. You smile, nodding,

"Since I was a little girl I dreamed of marrying a prince. Now I have him, and this," You gesture around you, "This is more than I could ever ask for. It's been beautiful so far and merging our families has been a dream." You tell him, taking a step closer to him. His smile widens,

"Good." He murmurs. Standing on your toes, you lean in and kiss him. He hums,

"Can't believe I married the girl of my dreams." He murmurs. You giggle,

"It is all very surreal. All of the times we talked about marriage and kids and now we're here, doing it."

"Hell yeah, I don't fuck around." He jokes. You roll your eyes,

"But... now that we have a moment... what do you think of the dress? Your mom said I could wear a bag and you'd still think I look stunning."

"Oh definitely, but... yes... this is absolutely gorgeous. You look stunning darling. More so than ever." He tells you, holding you at arms length to look you over. You twirl for him, the bodice of your dress flourishing around you and Tom smiles,

"So beautiful." Dragging you back in, he leans in to kiss you, arms bound around your waist, your hands rested on his shoulders, smoothing down them. He hums,

"We should sneak off and have married sex now." You giggle, tipping your head back which draws him in to trailing kisses down your throat,

"Yeah, I'd like to see you try and do a quickie in this dress. You'll get lost in it." You tell him. He chuckles,

"I believe you. You've got a lot of tulle goin on here." Nodding, your rest your hands atop his shoulders, staring up at him,

"You've made me so happy the past four years... I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you." You tell him. He smiles,

"The feeling is so fucking mutual." He tells you, hands curled around your back. He presses his forehead to yours and sighs,

"I promise to make you happy every day of my life. You mean the world to me." He tells you. You sway him softly, holding his waist,

"I promise to do the same."

"And after tonight, we'll go to Fiji and have a good time, just the two of us, and then we'll come back and try for a baby." He starts. You giggle again,

"You have our whole lives planned out then huh?" You ask. He nods,

"Definitely. Won't be long now before we're house hunting and moving a sweet little babe in." He murmurs in your ear. You sigh,

"Is it bad that I kinda wanna stay in the apartment for a little while after having a baby?" You ask. His eyebrows furrow and he shakes his head,

"No, not really. We... did talk about turning that spare into a nursery for her. We could go through with it."

"And we're still stuck on them being a her huh? You do know I'll kill you if we have a boy first and you even think about being disappointed." You tell him. He hums, eyebrows knitting together again,

"No, of course not, I would never. Any baby that comes from you is loved by me darling. You don't have to worry about it." He confirms. You nod, letting the silence permeate between you for a moment before you sigh,

"We should probably be heading back. No one can do anything without us." You tell him. He chews the inside of his lip for a moment before sighing himself and nodding,

"Yeah... let's go get a beer." Smiling, you hold your hand out for his again, lacing your fingers with his. He smiles as the prongs of your ring scrape against the pad of his finger and you give a tug of his hand to lead him up the trodden path towards your reception. Once on the concrete, leading up to the building, Tom squeezes your hand, glancing at the sign announcing you as husband and wife,

"I cannot believe I am Mrs. Thomas Stanley Holland." You say. He chuckles again,

"Sounds so fucking amazing." He tells you. You smile,

"It does. I get to change my nameplate at work. Mrs. Y/N Holland. So exciting." He smiles before you round a corner and your wedding party is there, beers in hand and cheering directed your way. Tom waves his hand, cheeks flushing red and chuckles leaving his lips,

"Stop, stop-"

"You're a married man now Tommo!" Haz starts,

"Yeah, what happened to the forever bachelor thing? Who are you and what have you done with our Tom?" Gil jokes. Tom rolls his eyes,

"A beautiful girl crashed the party and roped my ass in." He admits. You smile and accept a beer from Cole, another handed to Tom,

"Well congrats. You two make a beautiful couple. And... now you're my brother." He tells Tom, dragging him in for a hug. You smile, watching your husband and brother hug before Cole turns to you,

"And you look beautiful Y/N/N. Mom is so so so fucking proud of you. I just know it." He tells you again. He leans in and kisses your cheek. Ivey pops up from inside the venue,

"Alright guys. We're headed inside. Back into formation." You smile, looping your arm through Tom's. You'd chosen to have your DJ announce your wedding party, the group dancing in and once you make your way inside, it leads into your first dance. The other Holland boys lead, both sides of the families laughing at their antics. Ivey and Harrison follow, then Scarlett and Cole, and Keaton and Phoebe, finishing with Gil. Tom squeezes your hand in his arm as the DJ speaks again,

"And now, ladies and gentlemen, the moment you've all been waiting for, I present to you, Mr. and Mrs. Tom Holland!" He cheers, the roaring from your guests loud as Tom escorts you in the door, twirling you and showing you off to your family. Your cheeks hurt from the smile you carry and Tom let's out an airy laugh as you hand your bouquet off to Ivey and he wraps you in his arms, holding your body close as the first notes of your first dance song play through the speakers, all eyes on you. But none of it matters. All that matters are the chocolate colored eyes you know every inch of. The ones you've come to love and the ones you get to stare into for the rest of your life. He's yours, and you're his, and this is what forever feels like.

---

You giggle and cling to Tom as he carries you across the threshold of your suite. He gently sets you on the bed, watching you lay out beneath him,

"So stunning." He murmurs. You roll your eyes and sit up a little to pull your veil off,

"I see the cheesiness hasn't dissipated."

"Well no. It'll only get worse from here. Instead of taking it as my girlfriend or fiancèe, you're taking it as my wife. Now you for sure aren't going anywhere. It's so much worse." He tells you. You giggle, kicking your heels off. He sighs, raking a hand through his hair,

"Is it bad if I say I'm glad that part is over?" He asks with a cock of his head. You shake your own head,

"No... it's stressful. Especially for me when there was so much for me to trip over." You tell him. He hums,

"You did great. You looked amazing all night and you were such the little party host."

"I'm the bride, I have to be." He sits on the bed beside you, clearing his throat,

"Yeah, I guess." Sighing, you roll so your body is pressed into his side. He leans back on the bed on his elbow, loosening his tie,

"It was a pretty good night. You did good on the planning love." He chides. You smile,

"Thanks babe. I put my heart, soul, and money into this perfect day." He nods, raising his eyebrows,

"That's for damn sure." He murmurs. You giggle,

"I couldn't imagine any other wedding being more perfect than ours. It was really fucking beautiful."

"To be fair, your dad paid for a lot and my parents contributed too." He reasons with a shrug, staring up at the ceiling when he moves to lay back on the bed fully. You smile, leaning in on his chest. He sighs,

"I loved every minute of it."

"That's all that matters. You only get one wedding and it should be perfect."

"It was. I love you." He smiles and leans up to kiss you,

"Love you too darling." You sit in silence for a moment before you sit up and take his hand,

"Unzip me, I have a surprise for you." You tell him. He hums, sliding the zipper down your back and moving to lean on his elbows again as he watches you slip from the wedding dress, revealing a beautiful set of ivory colored lingerie, an intricate piece that draws Tom's eyebrows up again,

"Well that's one hell of a surprise."

"I had every intention of wearing blue but this is a wedding night set and I couldn't pass it up."

"Yeah, no, you'll have all kinds of opportunities to test out different lingerie. Heaven forbid you pass up this opportunity for wedding night lingerie." He murmurs. You smile, stepping from the puddle of tulle, lace, and satin at your feet and leaning in on his knees,

"So I assume you like it." You coo. He snorts,

"When have I ever not liked lingerie on this sweet little body?" He asks. You giggle,

"Never."

"Exactly." Moving his hands onto your hips, he drags you into his lap, your lips covering his. He hums into the kiss, moving his hands up your back. Your fingers move down to unbutton his shirt. You smooth over his stomach, his hands traveling down to hold onto your hips,

"Shall we try and figure out what's so different about married sex?" You ask him. He smiles, pulling back to look into your eyes,

"I think that'd be quite great actually." He murmurs. You smile down at him,

"Just think... you don't have to worry about getting me pregnant now because we're already married." He chuckles, watching you reach behind you and unclip your bra, tossing it aside. He licks his lips,

"I'd love to know what these'll look like when you end up pregnant." He murmurs, moving to massage your breasts into his hands. You tip your head back, holding his shoulders. You slide your hands beneath his button up brushing it from his shoulders. He sighs,

"So perfect."

"So yours." You murmur. He chuckles,

"You're damn right." You giggle before he's leaning back, pulling you with him. You lean on the bed over his shoulders, leaning in to kiss him,

"I love you husband." He smiles wide,

"I love you, wife. More than you'll ever know." You lean back in to kiss his throat, his hands skirting down to your hips until the cold metal of his wedding ring is pressing into your lower back.

The next night, after landing in Fiji and checking into your bungalow, Tom slides down into the sand beside you. He sighs, squinting in the setting sun and holding a beer out to you. You take it, thanking him softly and sipping from it. He does the same as you look him over. He looks calm for the first time in months. His hair is flat and he's wearing a tee and a pair of cotton shorts, no shoes on. You smile when he looks at you and his eyebrows furrow,

"What?" He asks through a laugh. You shake your head,

"Nothing, I just love you. You look good right now." You move to lay your head over his shoulder. He takes a deep breath, laying his head over yours and reaching out to squeeze your knee,

"Happy first night of forever." He mumbles. You squeeze his body against yours,

"So far, so good." You tell him. He hums,

"Can't go wrong with me." Giggling, you sip from your beer again, leaning your arm on his knee,

"I will admit, seeing "Mr. and Mrs. Holland" on the door was a really surreal thing for me." You tell him. He smiles, moving his hand up into the light to look at the ring on his finger,

"I've always been called Mr. Holland in a professional sense but... hearing Mrs. Holland and knowing that it's in reference to my wife and that you're finally, fully mine is like... insane." He admits in return. You nod,

"I agree." You murmur. Nudging the neckline of his top down, you brush a finger across the hickey you'd left the night before. He smiles,

"The markings of a spoiled little wife."

"I really don't think I'll ever be over the whole wife thing. Like... hearing you say it blows my mind. I definitely thought I'd be your girlfriend for the rest of my life and you'd never be ready to marry me."

"I was ready to marry you the second you came back from New York after Spring Break."

"Liar."

"I did. I never wanted to let you go again. I had fucked up and never wanted to risk losing you again." He explains. You smile, looping your arms under his and leaning your head on his shoulder,

"That's truly adorable. You've still had your moments but... I have no doubt that all the growth you've done since that whole mess has helped you. Really." He nods,

"I feel a lot better, that's for sure." He tells you, sighing. You hum,

"I'm glad. You know... we both have to be in a good mindset to have a baby."

"Speaking of, you are okay with having a baby like... soonish right?" He asks. You shrug,

"Yeah, sure, why not?"

"I just obviously wanna make sure you're comfortable and we're on the same page." He tells you as you move to lounge between his legs. You scoff,

"Bitch I just married you. There isn't a thing you could do to make me uncomfortable. We're one now." He chuckles, laying his hands over your stomach,

"But you would tell me if something is out of your comfort zone right?" He asks. You nod, eyebrows knitting together,

"Course."

"Good." Leaning your head back against his chest, you sigh, closing your eyes. He presses his lips to your temple and leaves them there, breathing you in. The setting sun provides a nice warmth,

"I say we just never go back to America. We just run away and become permanent travelers." Tom chuckles,

"And abandon my very expensive diploma, I think that's a dumb idea love." He tells you. You hum,

"You could very well get a big break in Europe without the degree." You reason. He hums,

"That'd be great to take you back to my home."

"Well since we'll be traveling, you very well could give me a better tour of your little hometown." You confirm. He nods,

"That sounds really good." A silence settles over you, the sound of the waves crashing being the only noise around. He reaches up and rubs over your shoulders,

"I'm glad we're here."

"Me too." You tell him quickly. He smiles,

"I'm really glad you agreed to marry me." He says. You giggle,

"Me too." His smile widens. He leans in and kisses you softly when you rise to your knees and turn to face him,

"I think we should revisit the newlywed sex." He implies with a raise of his eyebrow. You hum,

"Me too. Definitely." He chuckles softly before he's standing and taking your hands, leading you back through the sand to your bungalow, pushing you on the bed softly once he slides the door closed.

---

*Seven Years Later*

"Mia darling, please don't do that." Tom calls to your oldest child, hoisting Harper, your current youngest into his lap with her holding his fingers and climbing his chair. He focuses on the two year old, her hair falling down her back and her legs tangled up in her dress. He rubs her back once she snuggles into him, kissing her forehead.

Not long after your wedding, you were pregnant with Mia. The second Tom found out she was a girl, he couldn't drop the smile, convinced that the talk of having a girl first all throughout college was just divine intervention. Seeing your husband as a father that first time was unlike anything else. He couldn't put his baby girl down. You were his girl, and he followed you around like a lost puppy, but the second you gave birth to little Mia Faye, he was hooked. And the process continued with your first son three years later, Wyatt James was held in Mia's lap, who was always in Tom's lap. And then again with his second baby girl, Harper Monroe. And now here you are, pregnant with your final baby, another sweet boy who Tom talks to daily, first thing in the morning before he wakes your three older kiddos to bring to bed and see you and at night, right before you go to bed, wishing your little wiggly bean goodnight. He already has a name, Oliver Ethan, and you're excited to have a complete family, four kids to grow up together and travel with, something you and Tom have loved doing since being out of college.

Cole sighs as he sits beside Keaton who holds his and Phoebe's daughter, Emma's tiny purse, glancing up at his ex-roommate,

"'S the matter? Being the father of the birthday boy is tiring?" He teases. Cole rolls his eyes,

"Not only that, but when his papa decides it's time to spoil him and he wonders why mommy and daddy don't do the same, it can get interesting." Cole explains. You smile, rubbing the baby bump over your dress. Tom watches you,

"I'm just glad that he has a papa. You and dad have gotten along pretty well since he's moved out here." You tell him, reaching up to stroke through Tom's hair to soothe you both. Cole crosses his arms watching his daughter, Daisy, follow Scarlett around, Logan and Ashton, Ivey and Harrison's older boys by her side like they always are when the group is together,

"I guess so, yeah, it's been... weird. He avoids bringing up mom which makes it awkward but... he's a good enough grandfather. The kids like him and if Scarlett needs help and I'm not available, he's been there." He explains. You nod, leaning into Tom's side. Harper twirls your hair around her finger sleepily, Tom leaning in to kiss her pudgy cheek,

"Regardless, you guys are talking and actually acting like father and son. Now we have like an actual family again." He nods,

"Yeah..." Keaton yawns,

"And what about you Ke? Now that dad's back here and starting that branch of his company here and you're working for him again, how's it been?" He glances up as Phoebe slides into the chair beside him,

"Yeah, it's good. Back to better payment, being the assistant. It's pretty nice."

"And no such luck with the baby making?" You ask. He smiles, looking to Phoebe,

"We're getting there. It's been a hard process but... IVF has been going pretty well."

"I'm trying to calm the fuck down." Phoebe starts, dragging her fingers through her hair, "I know that going through all of this, the IVF'll fail and then I'll get pregnant naturally." She says with a roll of her eyes. Keaton smiles,

"The embryo we transfer next month is a girl. Our little Sophia so... hopefully. Fingers crossed." He says. You smile and nod,

"All our fingers are crossed." You tell them. Keaton smiles, glancing up as Wyatt runs up to you,

"Mommy..."

"Yes my love?" You ask of him as he leans in on your legs,

"Can I go with Mason to his room to see his toys?" He asks you. You brush his hair from his eyes,

"Did you ask Auntie Scarlett or Uncle Cole if you could?" You ask him. He glances around,

"Mason asked auntie."

"If she tells him yes, you can go with him but- hey, Wyatt... but if you go in his room, you need to be careful and don't do anything bad okay? Pick up after yourself like we tell you to do at home." You tell him. He nods before running off to find his cousin. Tom is smiling when you look to him again,

"What?" You ask. He shakes his head,

"You're just a really great mum is all." He mumbles, helping Harper slide from his lap again, "Where are you headed love?" He asks, but she ignores him and runs off towards the jumper. You giggle at the pout on his lips, glancing up when Ivey sighs behind you. Her and Harrison slide in between you and Keaton and Phoebe, the little green blanket she left with half an hour ago to quiet the crying cradled in her arms again,

"He okay?" You ask. She nods and rolls her eyes,

"He's had a little bit of colic so... he's just cranky but... he's fed and asleep. He should be good for a little while now. Logan and Ashton been good?"

"Yup, only pulled Daisy's pigtails once." You joke. She huffs,

"I believe you. Ashton, if you don't tend to him in time, pulls your hair to get up on your chair or whatever he wants. I swear... sometimes if Harrison doesn't collect them while I'm feeding or something, he's sleeping on the couch." Harrison snorts,

"Yeah, we've had to take up stock in ice cream to keep the boys away from mum." He murmurs. You giggle, watching Ivey roll her eyes before she reaches an arm out and rubs over your belly,

"How's this little one? You're about in your eighth month huh?" She poses. You nod, pressing a hand to the base of your belly,

"Yeah... he's doing good. He was super rambunctious last night. We were up all night last night watching him swim and kick. He's gonna be our biggest baby I think." You tell her. You carry a huge smile and taking a glance at Tom, you see he does too. He's so proud of this family you've created. He loves you and all three, almost four kids you have,

"And Rosie is back to being her protective little self with new little man?" Harrison asks. You nod,

"Soooooo much. She's normally with the kids but if I sit down, she's right in my lap, head laid over the bump." You tell him. He smiles,

"She's been pretty great eh?"

"Oh and her and Tessa get along so damn well when my parents bring Tess down." Tom pitches in. You smile,

"They've both been great. We were blessed in a lot of ways."

"That is so good. She's been such a great girl for you."

"She really has, and Y/N never had animals growing up so she's been a great little companion for Y/N's first time." Tom explains. Ivey nods, glancing up at you,

"And she's grown up with the kids technically." You pose. Ivey smiles,

"That Christmas card... so damn cute. You guys with the matching kids and Rose. I can't believe how tall Wyatt is getting. I bet he'll be taller than Tom before we know it." She winks as Tom rolls his eyes,

"Ha ha. Very funny." She smiles,

"You know I'm kidding. He's so cute though. All those freckles. He looks just like you Tommy."

"Well he's lucky then." Your husband murmurs, smiling when you swat at him. He leans over and kisses your cheek,

"He's hooked on his mumma though. Doesn't ask me for shit. Goes straight to her."

"Well you've got two baby girls that go to you. So... I'll keep him." You defend. Tom chuckles

"Who is that? Is that Auntie Y/N/N?" You glance up just in time to see a tan little boy move into your line of sight, giggling. You smile up at him,

"My little Hunter!" Gil chuckles as you take his little boy, laying him in your lap to tickle him. Tom laughs along as the little boy squeals and Gil leans in to kiss your cheek and then Ivey's,

"Bout time you showed."

"Mmm, Minah kept changing his outfit." He mumbles. You hug Hunter into you, smiling as Tom ruffles his hair,

"Why didn't she come?" Harrison asks. Gil rolls his eyes,

"Uhm, her mom's in town. But... I don't think she would've come anyways." He tells him. Ivey cocks her head sympathetically,

"Still having problems?"

"Yes, and she wants another baby like that'll magically save our relationship." He remarks. You smile up at him,

"Well I dunno about you but I think this little one is great." You tease, tickling Hunter again. Gil's smile returns when Hunter giggles,

"He's the only thing that keeps me sane." He tells you. Tom nods,

"That's how it works." Reaching out again, Tom brushes long strands of hair from Hunter's eyes,

"I think Wyatt and Mason went to Mason's room. You wanna go see?" You ask him. He nods, squirming from your arms and running off. Scarlett catches him in the doorway, standing on her toes and pressing a hand to his head. She smiles before walking to the table you all sit at,

"Are we having fun? I see there's only one kiddo here right now. Hi sweet boy."

"He's not so sweet right now." Ivey mumbles as Scarlett leans over her shoulder and coos into the blanket in her lap. Surprisingly, the little one smiles a toothless smile up at his aunt, the smile growing wider when she reaches down and pokes his nose,

"Not feelin good baby?" Ivey shakes her head,

"Colic still."

"The gripe water didn't work?" Scarlett asks,

"Very briefly." Ivey confirms. Scarlett clicks her tongue,

"Damn. Poor thing." Ivey nods, rocking the bundle. When both girls look up, they find you smiling at them. Ivey giggles,

"What?" You shake your head, blinking tears away,

"Nothing... just wondering how we got here. What happened to the girls I was introduced to eleven or so years ago? We were so young and carefree and look at us now. We're all moms. We're all wives and killing it all." Tom hums, reaching out to brush the stray tear that falls away. Ivey clicks her tongue, blinking rapidly,

"Oh babes. You pregnant and me coming down from postpartum doesn't help this shit." She moves in, laying her head over your shoulder. Scarlett whines before she's brushing Tom aside and wrapping her arms around you and Ivey. Phoebe's heeled boots click as she rushes in to join the group hug, Owen, in Ivey's arms cooing up at her too. She smiles,

"I know I was quite the party girl but... these little ones are the best things we could ever do. Ten... almost eleven, twelve when I get a clear head, these are our greatest accomplishments." She tells the three of you. You nod, pressing her hand over your belly,

"Definitely." Your baby boy kicks out against her hand in agreement, making the four of you giggle. Tom smiles too, watching you and the girls hug before you part and you take his hand, squeezing and pressing it to your belly. He hums as he rubs the bump,

"He's gonna be a rambunctious little thing. Reckon we'll be exhausted after chasing just him around." He says, scooting closer to you. You smile, reaching up to drape your arm over the back of his chair, trailing up his back,

"Well you're the one that had the years of experience of chasing girls around so I think you're suited for the job daddy." His smile widens,

"Please never mention that in front of the kids. I don't need my little girls knowing and my little boys thinking it's okay that their dad was a womanizer in this very gender equalizing, accepting time." He murmurs. Leaning into him, you kiss his cheek,

"I promise not to."

"Thank you." Scarlett, who had previously walked away, starts back towards you, wide smile on her face,

"I have another tiny slice of cake. I know you and baby boy want it Y/N." You gasp, holding your hands out,

"Oh my God yes, you're a lifesaver!" You squeal. Tom watches, chuckling softly as you snatch the thin slice of chocolate cake with vanilla buttercream frosting from your sister-in-law. You offer some to him, but he shakes his head. He glances up at the bouncy house, clearing his throat after a moment,

"Uh oh. The sugar monster's coming. You made a grave mistake accepting cake behind her back like that." You glance up, watching Harper trot towards you, climbing back into her father's lap. He holds her steady moving his legs closer to you to allow her to chomp the piece of cake from your fork. He tucks hair behind her ear,

"That's good huh lovey? You are never getting to bed tonight little one." You giggle, watching a sparkle flash through Harper's vibrant brown eyes,

"But with her daddy's puppy dog eyes, no one can resist her." You reason. He nods and leans in to kiss her cheek,

"Well that's for sure." He murmurs. Once you've finished the cake, Tom holds Harper close, the little one allowing her daddy to love on her. He glances at you and raises an eyebrow and you know exactly what he's asking. The second she saw the cookies upon entrance, it's all she was stuck on for a while. She's such a daddy's girl because he spoils her and you just know he's asking if he can give her a cookie because she's been so good with no tantrums. You chew the inside of your lip,

"Just one."

"That's all I'm asking for anyways." He confirms. You nod,

"Fine then. Nothing more though." He nods, pulling her from his shoulder,

"Harp, I have a surprise for you, you wanna know what it is?" He asks her. She nods, standing on his thighs, holding onto his hands. He smiles, "You want a cookie? I know you wanted one earlier." Her eyes light up and she nods, bouncing on his legs gently. He chuckles,

"Alright sweet girl, let's get you one then, yeah?" She nods again, clinging to him as he stands and your heart flutters. To believe that the same man that fought you on a relationship and constantly pushed you away, is now holding your two year old daughter to his hip at a kid's birthday party is beyond imagination, and it is the most beautiful thing ever.

---

You smile as Tom grabs your wrist, pulling you flush to his body,

"I know you're exhausted love, and I'll go get you some ice cream after the kids are in bed but... I missed seeing you with all of our friends. You looked stunning all glowing and pregnant out there." He tells you, pressing a hand to your belly. You smile, reaching up to stroke his cheek,

"You're the sweetest." His smile widens before he leans down to kiss you,

"I've spent a long ass time loving you and it's not going anywhere anytime soon. Especially when you're pregnant with my baby. You and those three... almost four in there, I'd kill for." He reminds you. You sigh,

"I really lucked out in the husband department then huh?" You ask. He chuckles softly,

"Guess so, yeah." Popping open the passenger side door, Tom waits until you climb inside to close you in. He climbs in beside you quickly, turning the car on before Mia speaks up,

"Daddy?"

"Yes love?" He asks, turning in his seat to face her,

"Can we listen to Frozen?"

"No," Wyatt speaks up, "put on Cars."

"How about we meet in the middle and settle for some Brother Bear or... Lion King?" Tom poses, settling the argument your kids'll inevitably have. And it works. Tom finds the soundtrack for Brother Bear in his phone, quickly shuffling it and stuffing the device in the cup holder. His Spotify has slowly become Disney movie playlists since he's become a dad and he loves every second of it. Harper swings her feet, staring out her window as she hums along to a song, Tom watching her in the rear view mirror with a smile plastered on his lips. You reach up and stroke over the back of his neck, leaning over to kiss his cheek,

"You are so perfect Tom Holland." You tell him. He draws his eyes off the road for just a moment to look at you,

"Well that makes two of us Y/N Holland." He says, taking your hand in his and kissing your knuckles. Squeezing his fingers in yours, you sigh and twist in your seat to look at your babies.

Wyatt resembles his daddy the most. He has the same signature curls and eyes and you can already see he's starting to inherit the same nose Sam has and those Holland freckles have emerged. He's definitely a little mama's boy and with the way the girls favor Tom, you hope Oliver will follow in his big brother's footsteps. Mia has Tom's eyes too, but her features resemble you a little bit more. She has your hair type and color, and your nose and eye shape. Tom loves that about her. Harper has more of your features as well, but she's a near perfect combination of the both of you, a gorgeous little girl that Tom coddles the most because she'll let him. He's been in love with all of your babies since the day they were conceived, the most amazing father and husband, getting up at ungodly hours to let you sleep in and him take care of the kids. He's always been an early riser because of golf and now, being a dad, he has the skill to master it like he was never sure he'd be able to. His true calling in life, the cure for his anxiety, has been you and his babies.

Dragging his hand back up to your lips, you kiss it,

"I love you so much Tom Holland." You whisper. He smiles, taking his eyes off the road for just a second to look at you,

"And I love you. More than you'll ever know." He replies, dragging your hand up to kiss it. Tears spring into your eyes again as you stare into his eyes and recognize that boy you met nearly eleven years ago, the one that only wanted to be with you sexually and wanted to avoid you emotionally. You recognize the boy that tore apart your relationship again and again, but always chose to get better for you. And now he's the most perfect husband and father. And that's all that matters to you.

Yes, you were nervous moving to Seattle, starting new, but your friends, Tom, they've made it easier to live. They've changed your life for the better. They’ve given you immense amounts of love and Tom, himself, has given you a love like no other that created four beautiful babies. And you wouldn't change a thing. Moving from Beverly Hills to Seattle, has proved worth it.

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