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rubylace · 3 months ago

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PART 1. FIRST SUMMERS

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pairing: musician!jay x reader (f) updated hybe idols . yeonjun txt, yunjin lsrfm, nagyung fromis9

genre: coming-of-age, new adult, personal growth, sexual tension, fams dynamic, lovehate

wordcount: 37k (the longest I've ever made istg)

warning: harsh words

a/n: I'm using his real identity, to stay realistic bc it also has to do with his favorite lover - guitar. so don't put it to heart the bad side fyi I dare not be jealous ok love ya 𖹭

A car nearly hit you as you practically floated across the street in a daze after leaving the attorney's office. All these years, you’d tried so hard not to think about him. Now, he was all you could think about. Flashes of him invaded your mind. His dark hair, his laughter, the strum of his guitar, the deep sadness and disappointment in his gorgeous eyes the last time you saw him 9 years ago.

You was never supposed to face him again, let alone own a house with him. Living with Jay was not an option, even if just for the summer. It was probably more like there wasn’t a chance in hell that Jay was going to agree to share a house with you. Whether you liked it or not, though, the beach house in Newport was common property now. Not yours. Not his. Fifty-fifty.

“What the hell was Ameryn thinking?” You’d always known she cared deeply about him, but there was no way you could have predicted the extent of her generosity. He wasn’t even related to you, but she’d always thought of him as her grandson. You picked up your phone and scrolled down to Nagyung’s name. When she picked up, you let out a sigh of relief.

“Where are you?” you asked.

“On the west side. Why?”

“Can you meet up? I really need to talk to someone.”

“Are you okay?”

Your mind went blank before slowly filling again with fragmented thoughts of Jay. Your chest tightened. He hated you. You’d avoided him for so long, but you was really going to have to face him now. Nagyung’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts.

“Are you still there?”

“Yeah. Everything’s fine, where are you again?”

“Meet me at the falafel place. We’ll have an early dinner and talk about whatever is going on.”

“Okay. See you in ten.”

Nagyung was a fairly new friend, so she knew little about your childhood or teen years. You taught together at a local charter school in Providence. You had taken today off to meet with your grandmother’s attorney, the smell of cumin and dried mint saturated the air inside of the fast food Nagyung waved from a corner booth, a piled-high styrofoam container of tahini covered chicken kabobs and rice already planted in front of her.

“You’re not gonna get anything to eat?” she asked with her mouth full, a dollop of yogurt sauce coated the side of her mouth.

“No. I’m not hungry. Maybe I’ll take something to go on the way out. I just needed to talk.”

“What is going on?” your throat felt parched.

“Actually, I need something to drink first. Hang on.” The room felt like it was swaying as you made your way to the refrigerator by the counter and returning from purchasing a bottle of water, you sat down and let out a deep breath. “I got some pretty crazy news today at the lawyer's office.”

“Okay…”

“So, obviously you know I went there because my grandmother passed away a month ago.”

“Yes.”

“I was just meeting with the attorney to go over her estate turns out she left me all of her jewelry and half of her summer house on Aquidneck Island.”

“What? The beautiful house in that picture on your desk?”

“Yeah. That’s the one. We’d always go there a lot in the summer when I was younger, but in recent years, she’d rented it out. The property had been in her family for generations. It’s older, but it’s beautiful and overlooks the water.”

“Y/n, that’s amazing. Why do you seem so upset?”

“Well…she left the other half to a guy named Jay Park.”

“Who is that?”

“He was just a boy I grew up with. My Ameryn took care of him while his parents worked. Jay’s house was on one side, mine was on the other, and Ameryn’s was in the middle.”

“So, he was kind of like a brother to you?”

“We were close for many years.”

“From the look on your face, I get the feeling that something changed?”

“You’d be right.”

“What happened?”

There was no way you could handle rehashing it all. Today had already been too much for you to absorb. You would give her a shorter version.

“Basically, I found out he was keeping something from me. And I freaked out. I’d rather not get into it. But let’s just say I was fifteen at the time and having a really hard time handling my hormones and my issues with my mother. I made a rash decision to move away and live with my dad.”

Swallowing the pain, you said, “I left everything behind in Providence and moved to New Hampshire.”

Thankfully, Nagyung didn’t pry as to what the secret was. That wasn’t the issue you needed to talk about today. It was more important for her to help you figure out your next step than for you to be opening old wounds.

“So, you basically ran away from it all rather than dealing with it.”

“Yeah. Ran away from my problems…and from Jay.”

“You haven’t spoken to him since?”

“After I left, there were several months where there was no contact. I felt so guilty about the way I handled things. I did eventually try to see him and apologize once I came to my senses, but by then it was too late. He didn’t want to see me or talk to me..”

“..I can’t say I blamed him. He’d moved on, got in with a different crowd and then eventually moved to New York soon after graduating high school. We just completely lost touch, but he stayed in contact with Ameryn apparently. She was like a second mom to him.”

“Do you know what’s become of him?”

“I haven’t looked him up. I’ve always been too scared to find out.”

“Well, we need to take care of that right now.” She put down her fork and dug inside her purse for her phone.

“Whoa? what are you doing?”

“You know I’m a self-proclaimed professional stalker.”

Nagyung smiled. “I’m looking him up on Insta. Jay Park, you said his name was? And he lives in NYC?”

Covering your eyes. “I can’t look. I won’t look. There are probably hundreds of guys named Jay Park out there anyway. You probably won’t find him.”

“What does he look like?”

“The last time I saw him, he was 16, so I’m sure he doesn’t look the same. He has messy hair, though.”

He was really cute. You can still see his face like it was yesterday. You could never forget it. Nagyung was reading aloud information for the different Jay popping up on Instagram. Nothing stood out until she said, “Jay Park, New York, musician at BAM Acoustic Guitar.”

Your heart dropped, and to your surprise, you could feel tears trying to fight their way through your eyelids. The emotions rising to the surface so fast were unsettling.

It was as if he’d come back from the dead. “What did you just say? Works where?”

“Just In Time Acoustic Guitar? Is that him?” The words wouldn’t come out, so you stayed silent, pondering the name it was the same one he’d always used even as a kid playing guitar on your street corner.

“That’s him,” you finally conceded.

“Oh my God, Y/n!”

Your heart started to pound faster. “What?”

“This guy is…”

“What? Tell me,” you practically yelled before downing the rest of your water.

“He’s gorgeous. Absolutely freaking gorgeous.” Covering your face, you said, “Please don’t tell me that.”

“Take a look.”

“I can’t.”

Before you could refuse again, Nagyung shoved the phone in front of your face. It shook in your hands as you took it. From what you could see in the one photo, he was beautiful just like you remembered, but at the same time, really different. Grown up.

He was wearing a gray beanie and had a fair amount of chin scruff that he was never able to grow when you knew him. In the profile pic, he was leaning into a guitar and looked like he was about to sing into a microphone. The look on his face was intense and gave you the chills. When you went to click on the other photos, it wouldn’t let you in because his profile was set to private.

Nagyung reached out for the phone. “He’s a musician?”

“I guess so,” you said, handing it back to her.

You muttered to yourself. ‘He used to write songs for me.’

“Are you going to contact him?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“I guess I don’t even know what to say to him. Whatever is meant to happen will happen. I’ll end up having to talk to him eventually. I’m just not gonna be the one to make the first move.”

“How exactly is this housing arrangement going to work anyway?”

“Well, the attorney gave me a set of keys and told me that another set was sent to Jay. Both of our names will be on the deed. Ameryn also set aside some money to be used for house repairs and maintenance to the property during the off season. I’m assuming he’s been made aware of all of the same info.”

“You don’t want to sell the house, right?”

“No way. There are too many memories, and it meant so much to Ameryn. I’m going to use it this summer and then maybe eventually rent it out if he agrees to it.”

“So, you have no idea how he plans to use his half? You’re just going to show up there in a few weeks, and if he’s there, he’s there, and if he’s not, he’s not?”

“Pretty much.”

“Oh, this is going to be interesting.”

*****

At 24, you was single again and starting a new life in Newport for the summer. Your teaching job in Providence afforded you summers off. Your hope was to find a temporary job for the season, but for now, you just wanted to enjoy a few weeks of relaxation.

Returning from downtown Newport with your bag of crustaceans one night, you noticed that the front door to the house was wide open.

“Did I forget to lock it? Was it the wind?” your heartbeat accelerated when you entered the kitchen to find a tall, leggy chick with short, cropped platinum blonde hair. She looked was stocking the cabinets. You cleared your throat.

“Hello?” She turned around before covering her chest.

“Oh my god. You scared me.”

Walking over to you smiling, she held out her hand. “I’m Yunjin”

With fine features, high cheekbones and that pixie cut, Yunjin could have been a model. You was the complete opposite from her physically with your long and dark hair, and curvy figure.

“I’m Y/n. Who are you?”

“I’m Jay's girlfriend.”

“Oh…I see. Where is he?”

“He just went to the market and the liquor store.”

“How long have you been here?”

“We just arrived about an hour ago.”

“How long are you staying?”

“Not sure really. We’re just gonna see where the summer takes us. Neither of us were expecting this development..you know, the house.”

“Yeah, I know.” You looked down at the French-manicured toes peeking out of her heels.

“Do you work?”

“I’m an actress, actually on Broadway. Off Broadway for now. I’m in between jobs, but I’ll probably be going back and forth to New York for auditions. What do you do?”

“I’m a middle school teacher. So, I get the summers off.”

“Oh, that’s really cool.”

“Yeah. It’s fun.”

“Where does Jay work?”

“He works from home right now. He sells software. He can work from anywhere. He also performs. You know he’s a musician, right?”

“Actually, I don’t know much about him anymore.”

“What happened between you two anyway? If you don’t mind my asking.”

“He’s never told you anything about me?”

“Just that you grew up together and that you’re Mrs. A’s granddaughter. Honestly, he never mentioned you at all until we got that letter from the attorney.”

Even that was expected, it made you sad. “That’s no surprise.”

“Why do you say that?”

“It’s kind of a long story.”

“Did you guys ever date?”

“No. It was nothing like that. We were just good friends, but we drifted apart after I moved away.”

“I see. This whole thing is a little weird, right? I mean, inheriting a house like this out of nowhere?”

“Well, my grandma was very generous, and she loved Jay very much. My mom is her only child, and she loved Jay like a grandson, so—”

“Your grandma left the house to you and not your mom?”

“Mom and her had a bit of a falling out some years ago. Thankfully, they made amends before she died, but things were never really the same again.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.”

“Thanks.”

Yunjin opened her arms to pull you into a casual hug. “Well, I really hope we can be friends. It will be nice to have a girl around to shop with, check out the island.”

“Yeah. That’d be nice.”

“I hope you’ll have dinner with us tonight?” You wasn’t ready to face him. You needed to make up a story and get out of here. “Actually, probably not tonight. I’d better be leaving.”

“That’s what you’re good at, isn’t it?” a deep voice you hardly recognized interrupted you from behind.

“What’s that?” you asked, swallowing nervously and refusing to turn around to look at him.

“Leaving,” he said louder. “That’s what you’re good at.”

Your breathing was ragged, but it was when you turned around that you nearly lost it. Jay was standing in front of you, and you swear it was like the boy you’d left behind had been swallowed up by a lean mass of muscle.

He just looked so different from what you remembered years ago. The anger on his face was transparent and somehow made him even more incredibly hot. It just would have been better if it weren’t directed toward you. His skin was a beautiful shade of bronze that complemented the natural golden streaks in his dark hair.

The smooth face you remembered was now rough. A rope and barb wire tattoo wrapped around his bicep. He was wearing camouflage cargo shorts with a tight white ribbed tank that hugged his chiseled chest. An indeterminate amount of time passed as you just took him in. Even though you was too stunned to say anything, your heart was screaming.

You knew deep down your reaction wasn’t just because of your physical attraction to him. It was because despite all of the changes, one thing had stayed exactly the same. His eyes. They reflected the same hurt that you remembered from the very last time you saw him. His name finally managed to roll off your tongue. “Jay…”

“Yes.” The deep, throaty sound of his voice vibrated through you.

“I wasn’t sure if you were ever going to show up.”

“Why wouldn’t I have?” he sneered.

“Well, I thought maybe you were avoiding me.”

“You’ve overestimated your significance to me. Of course, I was going to come. This is half my house.”

His words stung. “I didn’t say it wasn’t. It’s just, I hadn’t heard anything from you.”

“Interesting how that goes.”

Clearly uncomfortable with the sparring, Yunjin cleared her throat. “I was just asking Y/n if she wanted to have dinner with us tonight. Maybe you guys can catch up.”

“Apparently, she already has plans.” You turned to him.

“Why do you say that?”

“Oh, I don’t know, because you’re holding a bag that smells like dirty snatch?”

“It’s fresh seafood.”

“Doesn’t smell very fresh to me.”

“God. We haven’t seen each other in five years, and this is how you act?”

You turned to Yunjin. “Is he always this rude?” Before she could answer, he cracked, “I guess you bring it out in me.”

“You think Ameryn would be happy right now with your attitude? Something tells me she didn’t leave us this house so that we could fight with each other.”

“She left us both this house because we each meant something to her that doesn’t mean we have to mean anything to each other. Anyway, if you cared so much about what she thought maybe you shouldn’t have run away.”

“That’s a low blow.”

“The truth hurts, I guess.”

“I tried to contact you, Jay. I–”

“I’m not talking about this now, Y/n.” He said, speaking through gritted teeth. “It’s old news.”

It was unnerving to hear him to calling the name like that. Aside from the very first day you’d met, he’d always called you Patch or Patchy. Hearing your name come out of his mouth felt like a slap in the face for some reason, like he was trying to emphasize how much you’d grown apart.

Jay went from hot to cold as he shut down, heading back outside to retrieve the groceries from his car but not before slamming the door behind him. You shuddered, looking over at Yunjin whose eyeballs were moving back and forth from side to side in confusion. “Well, that was a nice start,” you joked.

“I don’t know what to say. I’ve never seen him act like that toward anyone to be honest. I’m really sorry.”

“It’s not your fault. Believe it or not, I probably deserve it.”

The only thing worse than the rude reception he’d given you was his blatantly ignoring you during dinner and for the rest of that night. That hurt more than anything he could have ever said to you. You thought the evening was horrible, lack of sleep assured that the next morning was even worse. Apparently, Jay found a way to take out his anger by taking it out on Yunjin.

Let’s just say playing guitar wasn’t the only talent he’d fully developed over time. Yunjin's moaning in the middle of the night as Jay pounded into her woke you up in the middle of the night. The walls literally shook, it was impossible to go back to sleep after that.

You tossed and turned your thoughts alternating between rehashing Jay's words to you from earlier to imagining what that scene in the other room actually looked like.

You used the opportunity to admire his stature and the flawless skin of his defined, shirtless back. Black gym pants hugged his beautifully round a**. You never realized how incredible his a** was. Your physical attraction to him really irked me under the circumstances, but that didn’t stop you from checking him out.

Squinting, you unsuccessfully tried to figure out what it was. He startled you when he suddenly turned around and met you with an incendiary stare. “Do you always ogle people when you think they can’t see you?”

You swallowed the lump in your throat. “How did you know I was standing here?”

“I could see your reflection in the window, genius.”

“You didn’t even flinch. I didn’t think you noticed me.”

“Clearly.”

“Are you trying to make me hate you or something? Because you’re doing a pretty damn good job.”

Jay didn’t answer your question. Instead, he just turned back around toward the window.

“Why do you do that?” you asked.

“Do what?”

“Say things to piss me off then shut down?”

He continued to speak to the window, “Would you rather I just continue to piss you off? I’m trying to get my anger in check with you, Y/n. You should be happy I know when to stop unlike some people.”

“Will you at least look at me when you’re talking to me?”

He turned around and walked toward me slowly then leaned his face in. You could feel his words on my lips when he asked, “Is this better? You’d rather me in your face like this?” you could practically taste his breath.

Your entire body felt weak from the close contact, so you backed away. “I didn’t think so,” he snarled. You walked over to the refrigerator and opened it, pretending to look for something. It annoyed you that your peaceful mornings were a thing of the past.

“You always get up this early?” you asked.

“I’m a morning person.”

“I can see that so bright and cheery,” you said, sarcastically.

“Some of us need sleep, though.”

“I slept just fine last night.”

“Oh, I know after you traumatized me. You must have passed out after all that screwing could you two have been any louder last night?”

“Well, excuse me. If I can’t f*ck in my own house where do you expect me to do it?”

“I didn’t say you couldn’t do it. Just be more respectful.”

“Define respect.”

“Doing it quietly.”

“Sorry. I don’t f*ck quietly.”

As much as you hated that answer, you somehow felt that those words would be repeating in your head later tonight.

“Forget it. Clearly, you don’t know the meaning of respect.”

“Respect you? Why? Because you’re not getting laid? Why don’t you hook up with some salty dude down at the dock? Maybe then you won’t care so much about other people’s business.”

“Salty dude?”

“Yeah. You know, the guys that live on the boats the ones who sell you that nasty fish you were eating last night.”

You just shook your head and rolled your eyes, refusing to dignify that comment with a response. He surprised you when he suddenly lifted the carafe. “Want some coffee?”

“Now you’re being nice?”

“No, I just figured you’re sticking around for some reason. It must be the coffee.”

“This is my kitchen.”

He winked. “Our kitchen.” Grabbing two mugs from the cabinet, he asked, “How do you take yours?”

“Cream and sugar.”

“I’ll take care of it while you go put on a bra.”

You looked down at your b**bs which were hanging freely beneath your white t-shirt not expecting to run into him this early, you hadn’t thought to put one on. Too embarrassed to acknowledge the fact that he’d noticed, you went back to your room and got dressed when you returned he was back at the window drinking his coffee.

“Is this better?” you asked, referring to your dress. He turned around and gave you a once over.

“Define better. If better means I can’t see your tits anymore…yes, it’s better. If better, means you look better, that’s debatable.”

“What’s wrong with this?”

“It looks like you sewed it yourself.”

“Actually, it’s from one of the shops on the island. It is handmade.”

“Out of a potato sack?”

“I don’t think so.”

“Maybe?”

He snickered. “Your coffee’s on the counter, raggedy ann.”

Your inclination was to try to come up with a comeback but then you realized that was probably what he wanted, you needed to kill him with kindness instead of showing your anger. “Thank you. That was nice of you to make it for me.”

You took a sip and immediately spit it out. “What did you put in this? It’s so strong!”

Instead of answering you, he just started to crack up. His laughter resonated through the kitchen and as much as you hated that it was at your expense, it was the first time he’d laughed. It took you back in time for a moment and served as the only real reminder that the smoking hot a**hole in front of you used to be your bestfriend.

“You don’t like it?”

“It’s a bit strong. What is it?”

“It’s coffee fusion, actually.”

“What does that even mean?”

Jay sauntered over to the cabinet and took out a can and a package. “It’s my own recipe. Cuban coffee mixed with this one.” He pointed to the black packaging that had a white skull and crossbones on it.

“What the hell is that?”

“It’s coffee. I order it online. Nothing else is caffeinated enough for me.”

“That’s why you wanted to serve it to me, wasn’t it? You knew I’d hate this concoction.”

He simply let out that raspy laugh of his again, except this time, he was laughing way harder than before. Yunjin entered the kitchen, wearing a long black t-shirt that must have been the one he wasn’t wearing.

“What’s so funny?” Jay's mischievous eyes peeked from behind his mug.

He snickered. “We were just having coffee.”

Yunjin shook her head. “You didn’t drink his mud, did you? I don’t know how he likes that stuff.” You reminded yourself of your plan to kill him with kindness. Taking another sip of the coffee, you nodded.

“Actually, at first taste, it was pretty strong, but I actually think I really like it.” It was disgusting.

“You’d better be careful. That sh*t is potent. Jay is immune to it, but the one and only time I drank it, it kept me up for like four days.”

Jay laughing. “Apparently, we kept Y/n up last night.”

Yunjin turned to you. “Oh, sh*t. I’m sorry.”

Shrugging, you said, “It’s no big deal. I got used to it after a while.”

“Was that when you decided you wished you could join in?” he cracked.

You wasn't going to respond to that. The more you looked over at his smug expression, the more determined yoi became to finish the entire damn mug of coffee to spite him. “I’m really surprised at how much I’m actually liking this,” lied.

Yunjin chose to ignore Jay's earlier comment. “What do you say after breakfast we head to town, Y/n? I’d love it if you could show me around the island.”

“Alright. That would be nice.”

She walked over to him and wrapped her arm around his waist. “You want to come with us, babe?”

Jay said before finishing off the last of his coffee and putting the cup in the sink. “No. I have sh*t to do,”

“Okay. Just the girls then.”

The coffee had turned you into a spaz. As Yunjin and you walked around Newport that morning, she kept having to tell you to slow down. Apparently, in her heels, she couldn’t keep up with you. At one point later in the afternoon, you stopped to rest your legs. Yunjin and you sat on a wooden bench overlooking the dozens of docked sailboats as the sun shined over the water.

“So, how did you and Jay meet?” you asked.

“I was in the audience at this club called Showbox in Seattle, Jay was performing there that night. He was eyeing me the whole time he was singing and after the show, he came to find me. When he said he was thinking of me while he was singing the last song, I nearly died. We’ve been inseparable since.”

Your face felt hot. You wasn’t willing to admit to yourself that it was jealousy. The thought of them connecting so intimately while he was in the middle of performing made you uncomfortable for some reason. Maybe because it reminded you of the songs he used to write for you. You’d think nothing would bother you after having to endure their f*cking last night.

“What kind of music does he play now?”

“Well, he does some covers of artists like Drake, but he also writes a lot of original stuff. He mostly plays clubs, but his manager has been trying to get him a music deal. Of course, the girls all go crazy over him. That part has taken some getting used to for me.”

“I’m sure it’s hard.”

“Yeah. Big time.” She tilted her head. “What about you? No boyfriend?”

“I just got out of a relationship.” You confide in her as if she were just a normal friend to you.

On the way home, you passed Yeonjun’s on the Beach, a restaurant that was known for live music at night and really good food. A sign out front read, Temporary Summer Help Wanted. Since there was a university just over the bridge, a lot of the students went home in the summer, leaving some of the local restaurants in need of temporary wait staff. You stopped short in front of the entrance.

“Do you mind if I go in and inquire about this?”

“Sure. I’d actually like to check it out, too.”

Both Yunjin and you had waitressing experience so you sat down and filled out applications, by the time you walked out of there, we each had a job. The manager basically told you could work any night you wanted. The extra money and flexibility was impossible to pass up, Yunjin was particularly happy that he’d told her it was no problem if she had to suddenly cancel a shift in the event she got called back to Manhattan for an audition. You were each going to start tomorrow.

That night, Yunjin thought you should celebrate new jobs over dinner and drinks on the upper deck back at the house. It hadn’t dawned on you how peaceful being away from Jay all day had been. When you walked in the door, butterflies started to swarm in your stomach again as soon as you smelled his cologne.

Jay was standing in the kitchen drinking a beer when Yunjin ran over to him and wrapped her arms around his neck. Jay was tall over six feet but Serim wasn’t that much shorter than him. Next to both of them, you was basically a midget. He cleaned up nice, Jay had changed out of his camouflage shorts from earlier into dark jeans and a gray shirt with black stripes that hugged his chest. He’d done something to his hair that you couldn’t pinpoint. She ran her fingers through his hair then kissed him.

“I missed you. Guess what? We both got jobs at this restaurant on the beach.”

“Did you tell them you could get called back to New York anytime?”

“The guy said it didn’t matter. He said I could basically just work whenever I want.”

“Really. That sounds a bit shady to me. But whatever. You sure he doesn’t just want in your pants, Serim?”

“He said the same thing to me,” you interrupted.

“Well, then it can’t be that.”

It took you a bit to realize that he’d just insulted you. Yunjin intercepted before you could muster up a comeback.

“It’s mild out. How about we all have dinner on the upstairs deck tonight. We could barbecue that steak I have marinating in the fridge.”

You didn’t have the heart to tell her you don’t like red meat, so you just kept quiet. He would probably think you was looking for an excuse not to have dinner with them. Kill him with kindness. “I’m not that great of a cook, but I can make a big salad.”

Jay smacked the counter. “Great. I’ll start the grill while Y/n tosses her big salad.” He started to walk outside when you yelled after him.

“You know what Ameryn would say to you right now? She’d tell you to go wash your dirty mouth out with soap.”

He turned around and lifted his brow. “Soap wouldn’t cut it.”

After chopping up lettuce, carrots, red onion, tomatoes and cucumbers, you dressed the salad with homemade honey mustard vinaigrette. You carried it upstairs where Jay and her were already sitting down at the table. She had poured three glasses of merlot, and Jay was sipping one as he looked over at the waves, which were rough tonight.

Once you started eating, Jay wouldn’t look at you or make conversation. You filled your plate with salad and bread, and it took a while before anyone noticed that you wasn’t eating anything else. Yunjin’s mouth was full when she said, “You didn’t even touch the steak.”

“I don’t really like to eat meat.”

Jay chuckled. “Is that why you can’t find a man?”

You dropped your fork. “You’re a prick seriously I don’t recognize you anymore, how were we ever best friends?”

“I used to ask myself that all the time before I stopped giving a sh*t.”

You got up from the table and went downstairs. Leaning against the kitchen counter, Yunjin in and out slowly to calm yourself down, she came up quietly behind you.

“I really don’t get what’s going on between you two or why he refuses to talk about it.”

“Are you sure you guys never dated?”

“I told you, Yunjin. It wasn’t anything like that.”

“Will you tell me what happened?”

“I think he should be the one to explain it to you. Honestly, I don’t know. Anything that happened before that is irrelevant now. He’s pissed because of how I handled something or just running away, that's how i survive. Let’s just go back upstairs and try to have a nice dinner.”

Back on the upper deck, Jay was stone-faced, pouring more wine into his glass. A part of you wanted to slap him across the face, but another part felt guilty that you had caused so much anger in him. He said he didn’t care, but you refused to believe he would be acting up like this if he didn’t.

You touched his arm. “Will you just talk to me?”

He whipped his arm away. “I’m over it. I’m not talking about anything.”

“Will you do it for Ameryn?”

His head flipped up, and his eyes darkened. “Stop f*cking bringing her into this. Your grandma was a wonderful woman. She was the mother I never had. She never turned her back on me like pretty much everyone else in my life. This house is a representation of your mom, which is why I’m here.”

“I’m not here because of you. You want me to talk, but what you don’t seem to understand is that I don’t have anything to say about anything that happened almost a decade ago. I’ve erased it all. It’s too late, Y/n. I don’t care if you and Yunjin become friends, alright? But don’t bother trying to get through to me because we’re not gonna be friends,”

“..you put me in a sh*t mood, and I don’t want to spend this whole summer in a sh*t mood. We’re roommates. Nothing more. Stop pretending there is something more to it. Stop pretending to like the goddamn coffee. Stop pretending everything is just great. Cut the sh*t and see things for what they are. We don’t mean anything to each other.”

He got up and took his plate. “I’m done, Yunjin. I’ll see you in the room.”

Yunjin and you sat in silence, listening to nothing but the sound of the waves crashing beneath you. “I’m so sorry, Y/n.”

“Please. Don’t, okay? He’s right. Sometimes, you can’t fix things.” Despite the complacent words that had come out of your mouth, a tear fell down your cheek.

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— beer & brother's friend ... ★

#pairing: seungcheol X reader. #synopsis: your brother goes out to buy fast food, leaving you and seungcheol alone at home. #tags: pwp, vaginal sex, fingering, kitchen sex, spit, creampie. #notes: my first story with seventeen i hope you like it guys!!! #wc: 1,3k

is almost 8pm when you listen your brother laughs so loud, so you go to the kitchen, noticing the all beers bottle that was in the table.

"oh, really guys, did you even call me?"

the first thing that you noticed was how handsome seungcheol looked.

you brother, vernon, and seungcheol was friends a few years, since you and your brother living together, sometimes seungcheol go to the apartament and drink some beers ou watches some movies with vernon.

and yes, sure, cheol always being handsome, and you know that a few months ago he started the gym, you always see his posts on instagram, but damn, his so fucking hot personally.

"so, the princess came to join the commoners" seungcheol played with you.

"i want, but no one invited me..." you pretend a sad face.

"bla bla bla" vernon said. "it even feels like i need to call you for drink"

maybe now, seeing that who is in your home, you probably would dress better, like, the small shorts and thin shirt made you so... basic.

whatever, you take a beer and sit on table with the two guys.

sitting next to cheol, you smell his perfume, damn, he's unbearably hot! it's not like you didn't already know this, but in the last few months he was pushing the limits, having the guy so close to you was making you easily horny.

you drank A LOT a little, the alcohol making you burn every time seungcheol's knee touched yours. the three of you would talk about anything, your brother being visibly the only sober one there.

"i think that i wont see you since you started dating, how's going?" seungcheol questioned, taking a beer in his lips.

"she broke up, his boyfriend cheated her... with her friend" vernon laughed, your brother really gave you all emotional support, but now his just laughs a lot.

"shut up!"

"oh, is real?" cheol questioned. "i'm so sorry for that!"

"she don't care" your brother said again. "she cheated him back... with his brother."

"WITH WHOM? oh god!"

"guys... i'm still on this table..." you said.

"and i'm not!" vernon joked. "i'm taking the fries, give me a second"

so your brother go to cooktop, leaving you and seungcheol alone.

seungcheol had a look that you couldn't identify, but it gave you goosebumps, the truth is that you always had a crush on your brother's friend, but for obvious reasons you had never tried anything, it didn't even seem like something reciprocated.

but seungcheol was so fucking hot, you definitely wanted to kiss him.

"oh... his brother?" he asked, a kinda unbeliever.

"is not a big deal, ok? his fucked with my friend, i just... go deeper... isn't my fault, his brother fucked me too, like, i'm not haved sex alone..."

"yeah, sure, i understand..." his said.

"oh, really?"

he approached, whispering in you ear.

"sure, like, if i was his brother, i wanted to fuck with you too... actually, wouldn't even wait for him to cheat you for that."

cheol laughs, squeezing your thigh in a less than affectionate way, his eyes are dark.

fuck, he was hitting on you?

"guys, the fries burned..." vernon laughed.

"oh, i'm really hungry now..." you said, looking to cheol.

yes, maybe the food that you want its other...

"i can go to the mc if you want!" cheol sayed to you and vernon.

"oh, definitely NO, you are drunk. i'll go, just let me change de clothes."

your brother went to the room, and seungcheol's dark gaze stayed on you, along with the unchaste caress on your thigh, which rose even further towards the hem of the tiny shorts you were wearing.

vernon came back, saying he would return in 20 minutes and asking you not to break anything in the house.

when your brother left, the amount of dirty thoughts that passed through your mind scared you, you knew you found seungcheol attractive, but wanting to take off your clothes and lie on the table asking him to fuck you wasn't the best thing to think about right now.

you got up, going to get another beer from the fridge, but you were scared by the large body that pressed you against it.

"c-cheol, wh-?"

"tell me that your pretty whore face was a request to me, please!"

"my-my?"

"i’ve been wanting to fuck you for so long... and when i found the courage to admit it, you started dating." he laughed with a laugh that bordered on despair.

what do you mean he wanted to fuck you?

“vernon could come home in any min-”

"i promise to be quick, i know you're wet, hm?" he said kissing your neck, pressing his hips into your waist, making you feel his cock. "i've been like this since i saw you enter that damn kitchen, i planned to wait for your brother to sleep so i could come to your room but..." he kissed your jaw, and you were already overcome by lust. "let me have you now!"

you didn't respond, not verbally, you just took his hand down your shorts, showing the damage your own thoughts had done to you.

he was agile in placing two fingers inside your wet hole, making you moan at the sensation.

"are you already open for me, kitty? if you're a good girl now, when your brother sleeps, i promise to come into your room and make you cum in my mouth... but now let me fuck you with my dick, hm? "

"f-"

you don’t even know how he was so fast, but in the next second you felt his cock inside you, spreading you open as he stuck his tongue in your mouth.

his tongue tasted like beer, and you moaned when it came into contact with yours at the same time as every inch of him entered you further.

"tight pussy, but accepting me so well..." he said before thrusting once, the shock of his balls hitting you.

“fuck” you moaned, closing your eyes, planting your nails on his arm. the mix of lust and burning.

"no, princess, look that... you're taking me so well..." he forces you to look down, increasing the speed of his thrust as he lifts your two legs, intertwining them with his thighs.

you are literally open to seungcheol, he pushes you against the fridge while he fucks you, seeming to take away all the time he wanted you, you feel his vision get blurred with so much information.

"i've wanted to fuck you for so long, you finally broke with your pathetic boyfriend."

he pushes you further against the fridge, lowering the strap of your shirt and exposing one of your nipples, seungcheol spits on one of them before starting to stimulate it with his fingers, using the spit to lub.

"you're always going to give me that cunt now, right? so delicious..."

he kisses you, and then begins to stimulate your clit, sloppy circles taking you to heaven and hell at the same time.

"i'll-"

"please smear my dick all over with your cream, love!"

the touch on your clit becoming firmer as he stuck his tongue back into your mouth, and you came..

the laugh he gave when he felt your cum was one of the most exciting things you had ever heard in your life.

"hold on a little, princess." he said kissing his neck and he didn't stop thrusting into you.

and then he came. filling you completely with his cum.

seungcheol continues thrusting for a few seconds, his cum making his dick slide even better.

"we n-need to stop, my brother..."

"oh right." he releases you. "can we talk about this later?" he questions when he sees you heading towards the bathroom, you nod.

and it takes less than two minutes for vernon to get into the house.

shit, you guys forgot to clean the floor.

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hey so how badly do you think the rottmnt boys would be easily persuaded into things by their s/o? Who has self control and who throws caution to the wind for their s/o? Like their s/o is not manipulating or anything. Just like “No! I’m not joining”. “*genuine sad understanding doe eyes* If you’re sure, I wanted you to be the one to come with me though since I love you so much and I’d feel better with you there, but if you’re uncomfortable, it’s ok” if their boyfriend changes their mind, s/o is confused at the sudden change but look ecstatic? Or like they make their boyfriend angry and s/o is like “I did that? I’m sorry. I didn’t realise *genuine sad doe eyes. Makes it very hard to stay mad at*”?

Honestly, the rise boys are all so hungry for affection in their own ways. I feel like they are all pretty weak to their sweet little s/o. Also the one shots aren't exactly the best example of the headcannons but I was STRUGGLING so this is the best I got.

Weak in the Knees

Rise turtles (separately) x reader

How easily can you persuade them using your irresistible charm??

Warnings: Mentions of shooting as a hyperbole to emphasize a point. Not explicit. No deaths. Only in Donnies. Angst? ends happy so its fine

Established relationship

Fluff, crack

Donnie:

We all know Donnie is a sucker for praise.

You ask him to do something stupid or dangerous with you it will be a no.

You want him to step away from his work for a break? absolutely not.

You want him to accompany you to Witch town. ARE YOU CRAZY?

Buuuuuut. If you just so happen to have thrown out a couple compliments his way beforehand.

It will almost immediately be a yes or a "Sigh! I suppose!"

Let's be honest here too, there is a lot to compliment Donnie on.

You praise him for his work, a gift he gave you, helping you, or for literally anything he is already wrapped around your finger.

But if you praise him and then add a little kiss on the cheek or hand. Maybe a small hug?

He would literally let you shoot him if that's what you wanted.

Bro is so in love with you it's not even funny.

Not to say he doesn't draw the line somewhere. No bees. No spiders. And NO BEACH BALLS.

Oh and nothing that could phically harm you in any way.

He ain't about to let you get hurt on his watch.

It doesn't matter how many times you call him the most handsomest genius boy and kiss his nose, you are not diving off the empire state building for him to catch you mid air.

"Donnnnnnnniiieeeeeee!" you slumped towards him as you drew out his name. After you got to him you rested your head on his battle shell. Your hands were positioned on either side of your head laying flat on his shell as well.

"Yes my dear?" He chirped. He wasn't very good at initiating physical touch. Don't get me wrong, he tried, he just let his Donnie overthink get the best of him more often then not. So when you initiated, it was very welcome.

"I looooove youuu." You answered him, "your the sweetest boy I've ever met, did you know that?"

This got Donnie to set his tools down real quick. You always liked to compliment him at random times. At first he thought there was a reason behind it. You wanted something, you wanted to get away with something, you wanted him to forgive you, ect. But no matter how many times he conducted the experiment. No matter the duration of time it took. The results were always purely random. You did it simply because you wanted to tell him how much he meant to you.

And honestly, it was his favorite thing in the world. The only problem was that it would always catch him off guard. There was no consistency to your charming onslaught so it was always left as a surprise till the very last minute. His face burned red as he proceeded to just stare at his work, trying to look like he's trying to figure something out.

"I'm not sure. You say I'm a lot of things," he tried to keep his voice even as he spoke to you.

"Well it's true! Your the sweetest, smartest, and most perfect boyfriend ever and your my absolute favorite."

At this point Donnie was trying to hard not to happy stim. Not because he's not comfortable stimming around you, infact he does it all the time. The thing is, even after all this time he still wanted come off as a cool, emotionally unavailable bad boy. What he conveniently doesn't remember is that he's already willing done things that counter that image. You don't need to tell him that though.

"Thank you dear. You're quite lovely yourself," he told you. He folded his arms and sat stiffly trying to keep his stimming under control, eventually opting for some speedy finger tapping.

"Awwwwwww, thank you my love!!" you said as you finally lifted your head off his back to lean over and kiss his cheek.

This caused him to jerk in his chair and mess with the weight distribution resulting in him tipping and falling right on the floor. Instinctively he reached for the table in an attempt to break his fall. Unfortunately, he ended up grabbing his current project instead. As Donnie fell a component of his invention was ripped from it's position and landed on the floor beside him.

"Oh mi gosh! Are you okay?!" you rushed to Donnie's aid and helped him off the floor.

"I'm alright, thank you," he smiled at you softly and went to pick up his chair.

"I was just caught off guard is all," he told you, but as he bends down to grab the chair he noticed the crucial piece of his latest invention laying off to the side of it.

"GASP! Nonononono!" he picked up the piece and scrambled to his work desk to inspect the damage.

"Nooo!!" He wined in frustration. He rubbed his eyes with his thumb and index as he tried to calm himself down.

"Donnie? What's wrong?" You asked as you inched your way to his side.

"THIS!" he exclaimed shoving the broken piece in your direction before dropping his arm and turning away from his project to pace around the room.

"I'VE BEEN WORKING ON THIS FOR WEEKS AND NOW I HAVE TO BACKTRACK AND REDO DAYS OF WORK! ALL BECAUSE YOU-" he stopped talking immediately when he say your face. He had originally turned to look back at you in order to emphasize his frustration. Seeing the look on your face though, made him instantly regret letting his frustration get the better of him.

"I- I'm sorry. I- didn't mean for that... I just wanted to... um..." you were on the verge of tears and couldn't think of anything to say that would fix the issue. So you just clasped your hands together and looked to the floor.

"I'm sorry," is what you eventually settled on.

"No! no, I'm sorry," Donnie told you as he approached and grabbed your shoulder while placing the other in his chest. He leaned his head down in an attempt to catch your eye as you kept your eyes locked on the ground.

"I shouldn't have yelled like that, and besides it wasn't your fault anyways. I was the one being careless in the first place." He eventually placed his and on your other shoulder and leaned down more, practically begging for you to look at him. When you did, your eyes were big and glossy with tears that streaked on your cheeks.

"I shouldn't have distracted you," your responded and you looked back to the floor.

"No, hey, your not a distraction," he told you in a gentle voice. He stood up straight and pulled you into a firm hug, burying his snout in your hair.

"Your the best thing that happened to me. Your never a distraction," he was really hoping this got through to you.

"Really?" You sniffed.

"Really really. Two reallys," he told you. With that you adjusted to wrap your arms around him and then lay you chin in his plastron.

"Do you think ice cream would make you feel better?" you asked.

"Me feel better?" he questioned. You were the hurt one, you were the one crying. Why were you concerned about his feelings?

"Even if you think it's not my fault, no doubt you're still upset with the amount of work you have to redo," you explained, "and ice cream always makes me feel better. So would ice cream make you feel better?"

He gave you a small laugh and traded the hug to hold your hand.

"Firstly, it's not your fault," he spoke matter-a-factly while waving his other hand around dramatically, "And secondly, ice cream sounds delightful."

So with that you both made your way to the kitchen. Donnie ended up not eating any ice cream at all and instead opted for flavorless juice. He was happy enough watching you eat your ice cream with a big smile plastered on your face.

Did he have a lot of work to redo? Yes. But as long as your there it might not feel as long. He might have to make a 'no flattery while one is working in the lab' rule though. For safety.

Leo:

Remember how Donnie had a line? Yeah, no Leo doesn't have that.

Due to this, and his already mischievous nature, you can already get him to do pretty much anything just by asking.

However he does have a responsible mood. If he's in that mood nothing will work.

you know what I mean. Like how he acts in the movie while their driving in the turtle tank?

like that, just without the internal and external issues clouding his judgment.

It's s not a bad mood, it's just not good for getting what you want.

Lucky for you he's not usually in that mood, and if he is it's usually not so bad that you can't bring I'm out of it.

That being said Leo, like the rest of his brothers, needs praise so badly that it's kinda sad.

Any praise will work but if you want him to do something absolutely idiotic to the point that even he thinks so? Your gonna need to make him feel ✨special✨

Your gonna need to pull out the my man, my champion, special man, and perfect baby.

Names like that, that make him feel like a million bucks.

If he's showing off to you, one compliment will butter that sucker up like you wouldn't believe.

He would literally do anything for you, it's not even funny, bro has no standards.

"Y/n! Hey! Hey! Y/n look! Look at this sick trick!" Leo called to you from atop their indoor skating ramp. You were on the floor below talking with April while Leo skated.

"Okay sweets I'm watching!" You call back to give him the go ahead.

With that Leo was off down the ramp. As he came up the other side and was propelled in the air he flipped the skateboard from beneath him and then landed perfectly on top as gravity pulled them back to the surface. When he came back up the other side Leo jumped off the board and looked down at you with a big grin on his face.

You and April clapped and he came down to meet you.

"What did you think??"

"I think that was awesome. Your my talented man for sure," you told him sweetly as you kissed him on the cheek. Leo blushed slightly at this before puffing his chest out and holding his skateboard all cool guy like at his hip. He used his other hand to point at himself with his thumb.

"Well not everyone can be as skilled as ah-THIS!" He boasted while punctuating his sentence with a dab.

"Okay, Mr. Talented," April teased, "If your done I'd like to tell you the reason I stopped by today."

"What?" Leo said with fake shock, "You visited for a different reason other than admiring my rad skills?"

"Impossible I know," she snarked to play along with him.

"So what's up April?" You asked.

"I was working my new job as a part time graveyard day guard and I saw this totally creepy and totally abandoned house right outside my post!"

"April if you're about to tell us you saw a ghost," Leo told her.

"No! But I DID want to find out if there COULD be ghosts in there."

"Why are you telling us this?" You ask.

"Because, I'm not gonna trespass on abandoned property by myself. That's just asking to be kidnapped," she answered while folding her arms.

"I don't know April, I better stay here and keep practicing my skating skillzz, right y/n?" Leo said.

"Well I think it sounds cool April! I'd be so down to go with you!"

"Heck yeah! Girls trip!"

You two high fived and right as you hands made contact Leo popped up in-between the both of you and clasped yours and April's hands together with his own.

"Though I suppose it would be unbecoming of me to not do my chivalrous duty to you both and tag along as a safety precaution."

April looked unimpressed at Leo's forced attempt to be cool in front of you whilst also begging for your attention. As you and April let your hands down Leo's went with them and you took his empty palm in yours shooting him a soft smile.

"So what time did you have in mind?"

"Oh, I was thinking like right now if y'all aren't busy," April told you.

"Sounds good to me, come on Leon!" You said as you dragged Leo to the Lair exit.

Apon getting to the building it was abundantly clear that it was very abandoned and very illegal to trespass. A rusted chain link fence surrounded the building with warning signs plastered all around it. Though, it was to dark to clearly read them without a flashlight.

"Uhh, guys?" Leo started, "Are you sure we should go in there? There are way too many signs around this place for them all to be just 'no trespassing' signs,"

"Do I hear someone who is scaaaaared?" Teased April. This prompted an offended gasp from Leo who put a hand to his chest.

"SCARED?! HA! I'll show you who's scared," he snarked at her before opening a portal to bypass the fence straight to the front door. He gestures for you and April to enter first. Before you followed April in you turned to Leo.

"Everything will be fine, and if something does go wrong I know you could bail us out," you smiled sweetly at him and then stepped into the portal. Leo straightened up and blushed, then sauntered confidently through the portal after you. It felt good to know you trusted him so much.

As all three of you stood at the front door you heard the sounds of the house creaking on the inside. The old wood constantly fighting to stay upright. April pushed open the door with a loud creak and shinned her light into the entry. It was dark and messy. A brownish carpet greeted you along with a broken sidebar cabinet. stairs leading up to the second floor were covered in dirt and old enough to be one big splinter. Next to the stairs was an entrance to a different room. There were also different rooms on either side of you as well. As you all shines your lights to get a better look you could see the dust particles littering the air.

"I'm gonna go investigate upstairs!" April told you before disappearing to the second floor. Leo had gravitates towards the right side entryway before turning to you and gesturing for you to follow him.

"I think this is the kitchen," he said, turning his head back. You filled him as you both inspected the room. You broke looked around and noticed some light scratching sounds coming from what you assumed to be the pantry. As you opened the door the smell of rotten food and crap hit your face and you immediately gagged. You plugged your nose with your hand and you used the other to direct the flashlight. You didn't look around for long though as you saw a small, fast moving figure rush past your foot. You let out a short yelp as you stumbled backwards and out of the pantry slamming the door shut.

In an instant Leo was by your side.

"What?! What happened?! Are you okay?!" he gave you a once over looking for any injuries you could have procured.

"Yes! Yes," you sighed out patting his shoulder, "I'm okay, just a... rat. Or something,"

"Okay. Umm, just stick close to me for now ok?" He asked you. He was clearly a little nervous, about what exactly though you couldn't say. He grabbed your hand as you both made your way out of the kitchen.

"You've been hearing those sounds too right?" He asks as he turns to you. You both stop under the archway separating the kitchen and the entryway.

"W- what sounds?" This was, admittedly, making you a little nervous yourself now.

"The scratching. Like something's in the walls," he said in a hushed voice as he squoze your hand. You didn't at first but as you sat and listened, sure enough. Scratching. Or... Scurrying? It wasn't consistent but it happened often enough.

"Yeah," you answered in the same muted tone.

"I think we should leave," Leo told you, "Whatever this houses issue is it's not gonna be ours. Let's grab April and VAMINOS."

Before you two could take more that a stepp up the stairs you hear a loud crash and the house starts to rumble. April begins to scream and you can hear her rushed footsteps against the floor and as you both try to find her you ended meeting her at the top of the stairs.

"RUUUUN!! GO GO GO!" she yelled at you. She pushed you both aside and grabbed Leo by his mask tails to pull him along. Before you two started running though, you see what April was running from. I giant hord of mutant silverfish. They took up the entire hallway from floor to ceiling and they did NOT look happy.

As Leo was being tugged along by April you were tugged by Leo who still hadn't let go of your hand. In trying to position his body to run forward easier and April still holding on to his mask tails, it ended up turning his mask on backwards and obscuring his view. As all three of you exited the house Leo tripped out the door on top of April causing you to fall on top of him.

"LEO PORTAL! PORTAL NOW!" April yelled at him.

"I CAN'T FIND MY SWORD!" he told her frantically trying to fix his mask so he could see.

"HERE TAKE IT!" you said handing it to him. The silver fish where almost in top of you by the time Leo took the sword in his hands. With a swift swing of his sword the portal was opened and all three of you stumbled through it closing right as the silverfish burst out the door.

All three of you lay on the ground between where the two skate ramps met, panting and trying to gather yourselves.

"Everyone okay?" April asked out of breath.

"Yeah," you breathed out.

"All good here," Leo puffed.

"Great..." April sat up sluggishly, "I'm gonna head out then, see ya."

And with that she stood up and left the lair. You both waved her off best you could from the ground. You both just laid there for a while catching your breaths.

"Let's never do that again," Leo said after a while.

"I don't know, I kinda had fun," you told him.

"You have got to be kidding me," he looked over at you unimpressed.

"Ya know... I saw this abandoned processing plant a couple days ago," you said turning your head to look back at him.

"Y/n. We almost died."

"And now we know to be prepared for hords of mutant silverfish," you looked at him, "Please?"

"Uuugggg. FINE. But not for a while, I need a break from whatever the heck today was," he told you.

"Sounds good to me!" You chirped and cuddled into his side.

"Yeah yeah," he playfully rolled his eyes and wrapped a lazy arm around you.

Mikey:

Oh he is just the sweetest little buttercup to you.<3

Surprisingly though, he also is the hardest to persuade.

I mean come on, doctor delicate touch loves you but he will be quick to tell you why a certain idea is....... not so great.

That being said if you get really sad about him saying no he will do everything in his power to make you happy.

He'll make your favorite food, watch your favorite movie, play your favorite game, whatever you want that isn't the first thing that you wanted.

Out of all brothers, Mikey is the one who need praise at the most normal amount.

You guys will probably have compliment competitions while cuddling.

So safe to say praise isn't going to get this dude to do stuff for you.

However, Mikey is able to see how his brothers feel like they can't fully express their feelings and wants them to feel safe enough to do so.

Frankly he wants everyone to feel comfortable enough around him to express their true thoughts and feelings.

So if you are the kind of person to emotionally shut down or pretend like everything is fine when it's not?

He will be a bit more willing to do stuff for you.

Again, there is a line. A straight cut no exceptions line.

Buuuuuut he might be willing to find a couple loop holes just so that his darling can feel better.

Piece of advice tho, don't push it. If he feels like you don't respect his boundaries that's gonna be a whole other issue.

"Hey Mikey!" you chirp as you enter his room, "What'ca up to?"

Mikey looked up at you from the floor, you could see the canvas in front of him and got increasingly excited to see what he was putting together.

"Oh just paintin', like one does," he tells you with a cheeky smile.

"Okaaaaay," you smile back, playing along, "What'ca paintin'?"

At this Mikey looked to his right and then his left, like he was scoping out the area for spies. Except it made less sense since it was his room. Then he looked back up at you and gestured for you to come join him with his hand.

You sat down on the floor and cozied up next to your boyfriend to which he revealed his masterpiece. It was a family portrait of Splinter and his brothers from when they were younger.

"We took this picture a couple years back," he handed you a small photo, "it was always dads favorite so I'm painting it for his birthday!"

"That's so sweet Mikey!"

He smiled and blushed at the compliment. You turned back to the painting. It was beautiful. It was the same picture but Mikey had taken some creative liberties with the colors. They were bright, vibrant, and harmonious. The painting felt like it was buzzing with energy because of it. It felt warm and inviting and at the same time unpredictable. The way the lines, colors, and textures went together, it almost made the painting feel alive, and it was hypnotizing.

"It looks like you've finished, right?" you ask, turning back to him.

"Almost!" He perks, "I just have to add a few finishing touches and it will be done!"

"Weeeeeeelllll," you said mischievously, "Since they're just finishing touches, maybe I could help."

One of the first things that people find out when they meet you is that you suck butt at art. When you met Mikey he tried SO HARD to teach you but no matter how hard you tried it just never clicked. You always saw it as a cute 'opposites attract' sort of thing honestly. The proficient artist and the one who couldn't draw a dot right it they tried. How romantic.

So when your little tease entered the space Mikey knew exactly what you were trying to do.

"Oh no no no my dear," he played along, "You see, I feel your artistic talents are needed else where."

"Else where?" you questioned with big doe eyes feigning innocence.

"Yes. Else where," he told you again, still with his playful expression.

"You mean," you picked up one of his used paint brushes, "HERE! you said as you lunged forward attempting to pin him down in order to paint his face. Attempting.

"NO NOT HERE!" he giggled trying to keep the paint brush from making contact with his face. He had been mostly successful but you still managed to land a couple good swipes.

You both continued to wrestle and giggle as time went on. At one point Mikey flipped you both so he was the one pinning you and reached for a paint brush of his own. You managed to wiggle free in the nick of time and this led to you both running around his room with paint brushes in hand. Every now and again one of you would corner the other, but the other would always manage to escape leading to the chase once again. At one point you realized that you might be able to catch Mikey off guard. You see, outside of cornering each other, all you guy have really done is chase the other and try catch them.

So in a moment of what you deemed to be 'brilliance' you took an abrupt stop and made a sharp turn on your heel to face him. However, that resulted in Mikey crashing right into you and you both falling straight to the floor.

"OH ME GOSH! Are you okay y/n?!" he scrambled to get off you quickly and inspect any possible damage to your person.

"Yeah, I'm okay, I think. Just landed on something hard," you told him as you picked yourself up.

When you looked back at him there was an expression on his face that could only be described as soul crushing horror. You were so confused, and concerned until you followed his line of sight and saw exactly what you landed on.

His painting.

His super sentimental and lovingly handcrafted painting meant as a GIFT FOR HIS FATHER. and now, there was a hole straight through it. Not a small one at that. Not to mention some of the paint was still wet and had gotten smeared and smushed at the impact. There was absolutely no salvaging this painting.

"Oh Mikey I am so sorry," you were horrified at what you had caused. Mikey didn't look at you, he didn't respond either. He walked towards to ruined canvas and slowly knelt down to pick it up.

"I- I didn't mean for this to happen Mikey I'm-" he cut you off.

"Can you please go? We'll talk later, I just need to be alone right now," still without looking at you. You were so heartbroken you had to hold in your tears.

"Okay," you told him in a shaky breath. You left the lair that night, and for the first time since you've known the guys, you left in a considerably worse mood then what you had when you got there.

The look on Mikey's face haunted you that night. You hate to think that you were the one to cause that pain. You were the one that hurt him. You wanted to make it up to him but you didn't know how. It's not like you could remake the painting for him. Heck you couldn't even paint!

You decided it would be best to stay away from the lair until Mikey invited you back. Fortunately for you, it only took about four days for that to happen. Unfortunately for however, it was through a very distressing text that read 'We should talk'. Eeeee 😬

Before you went you baked some cookies to hopefully help lighten the blow. You may not be able to... 'art'... BUT YOU COULD BAKE. When you met with Mikey it was in a secluded area of Todd's Puppy Land, or whatever its called.

"Hey y/n," he said giving you a weak smile and finally looking at you. He looked tired. Like he hadn't slept since you both last talked.

"Hey Mikey," you responded, "I uh. I brought cookies." You gave and awkward smile and his expression softened. He motioned for you to sit next to him on the bench. As you did you placed the cookies between you both as to give him some space.

He sighed, "I'm sorry y/n, I didn't mean-" you cut him off.

"YOUR SORRY?! WHAT DO YOU HAVE TO BE SORRY ABOUT?!" you were exasperated.

"Well I-"

"NO! I ruined your painting that took you forever to make that you made for your dads birthday! If anyone should be sorry it's me!"

"Thank you," he told you, "and I accept you apology, but it wasn't really your fault. It was an accident due to us both being reckless."

"But I started it!"

"And I didn't stop you, *sigh* listen. I didn't mean to scare you like I did. I just get very emotionally attached to my art so I was having a lot of feelings that day. I want to make it very clear that I don't want to break up with you and I'm not mad at you."

At this, you let out a sigh you didn't even know you were holding. When he looked back at you he was shocked. Your eyes were glassy with tears and your cheeks were red. You looked so sad. And so sorry. Oh, if he didn't already regret what he said to you that day he sure did now. How could he had asked you to leave?

"I still feel bad about it," you told him looking down at your hands. He moved the cookies behind him to close the gap between you both and pulled you into a hug.

"Hey, I get it. But if it makes you feel any better I was able to fix mistakes I made the first time and clean up areas I had previously messed up. On top of that I'm pretty close to being in the same spot with its progress that I was last time," he said, trying to console you. you pulled back to look at him.

"You mean you repainted it?"

"Well yeah. It's pops birthday gift, I had to," he smiled at you.

"Didn't that take you weeks to do?!"

"The first time yeah. But I kind couldn't sleep until I was back to were I was before sooo"

THATS WHY HE LOOKED SO TIRED! HE HASN'T SLEPT IN FOUR DAYS!

"Alright well someone's going to bed right now," you told him, picking up your cookies and dragging him by the wrist. He happily complied and followed you back to the lair. Not before thanking Todd for letting you guys use his space.

Overall, you both were just glad that everything was back to normal.

Raph:

Oh bb. He's so soft for you.

Bro will kiss the ground you walk on.

He's also the most responsible.

However most responsible does not mean least chaotic.

I mean the dude tries to lift a bus and ate a literal phone.

So honestly, I can see him being pretty open to a lot of stuff as long as your safety isn't jeopardized.

Notice how I said 'your safety'?

Yeah. Again, remember the bus incident? I refuse to believe that he wouldn't do something stupid for you as long as he's the only one with a possibility of getting hurt.

That being said, like Mikey he has a line. Unlike Mikey that line is drawn with chalk and is very easily swept away.

Now Raph does not like crossing this line. I mean who likes compromising their boundaries?

But he will do it.

Raph is very susceptible to peer pressure and if it's coming from you of all people? He'll do it.

He won't be happy about it after though.

Like he's happy your happy but he will being to feel like his feelings don't matter to you the same as yours matter to him.

So for the sake of this poor boy please don't press further if he said no the first time.

It makes him feel like a bad boyfriend. :(

You and Raph were cuddling on the couch watching Jupiter Jim movies. As per the usual when you both are bored and have nothing better to do. You were positioned on his lap knees pointing to the side so you could rest your head on his chest.

"Hey Raphy?" you said grabbing his attention.

"Yes?" he said looking down at you.

"You wanna crash a wedding?"

"What?!"

"Do you. Want to. Crash a wedding. ... With me."

"And why are we crashing a wedding?"

"Fun," you told him, "but also I'm bored."

He giggled at you. You were such a little cutie and he could never get over it.

"What would we be doing?"

"Oh ya know, dancing, eating the food, photo bombing. The ushe," you shoot him a cheeky smile.

"Okay, one question though," you nodded at him, "how are we gonna do that with... this whole situation," he told you gesturing to himself.

"Sweets, we're in New York. You put on a suit jacket and act like 'this whole situation' is normal, most people will chalk it up to eccentricity," you told him.

"You sure bout that?"

"I've never been so sure about anything in my entire life."

"Well I guess we have a wedding to prepare for," he said nuzzling his snout into your cheek.

"YESSSsssssssssss!!" you exclaimed.

---

After a quick social media search you found the perfect wedding to crash. You and Raphael dusted off your best wedding attire and set out on a mission to have a good time.

You guys had made it to the reception so you just walked in and pretended like you belonged there. Raph was obviously still a little worried about walking in full green skin and three fingered but you assured him it was fine. And you were kinda right. He definitely got weird looks but he tried his best to follow your advise and pretend like was nothing was wrong. So for a while now body bothered you guys.

"See? What did I tell you, no body even cares!" You smiled at him as you pulled him to the dance floor.

"Yeah, I guess," he told you a tad nervous. He smiled at you regardless and you're both began to dance.

It was a fun, up eat song so you and Raph jumped along in your own little world. Twisting, turning, and shimming to the beat, it felt like you both were walking on air.

After dancing for a couple of songs straight you guys decided to try some of the refreshments. You took some lemonade and the little cheesecake bits and found a vacant table. You both chatted about little things, telling jokes and having a good time.

Eventually someone from the party approached you. She was a skinny old woman. Not old enough to be grey haired and senile but just old enough that she had plenty of wrinkles.

"Excuse me, I don't believe we've met," she told you as she sat down her to you, "what are your names?"

"Oh, I'm y/n and this is Raph," you gestured to him and he gave a small wave.

"Well it's nice to meet you. I'm the brides aunt Tina."

"Well in that case, congrats! I'm sure your so happy for her!"

"I am, Oliver seems like such a a nice man. He treats Sara so well. On that note, who are you here for? The bride or the groom?"

Raph sweat dropped, he didn't like lying and it made him nervous that he might have to if you both wanted to stay.

"Oh we're not," you told her honestly. Raph was relieved for about half a second before he realized that now you guys might cause a whole other scene.

"I'm sorry, not what?"

"Here for either the bride or the groom. We don't know either of them, we were just bored and wanted to dance."

"Wh-," her face showed her absolute disbelief, "This is a family and friends even you can't just waltz in uninvited!"

"Well I mean. You can. We just did. Wether or not that's a respectful thing to do is an entirely different debate though."

Tina's face was starting to turn red.

"Well! I'm going to have to ask you both to leave!" she demanded raising her voice while she stood and pointed to the exit.

"Hey, what's going on Tia?" the bride asked putting a hand on her aunts sholder.

You leaned back in your chair resting your arm over the back of it while you took a swig of your water.

"These two hooligans weren't invited! They don't know anyone here!"

"Well that's hardly fair Tina, I thought we formed a connection over the last five minutes," you teased which prompted Raph to shoot you a disapproving look. Tina looked absolutely appalled by you attitude.

"What?" you questioned Raph with a giggle, "Come on this is kinda funny."

"Your making her upset!"

"Eh, she would have been upset anyways,"

"DONT IGNORE US GET OUT! SOMEONE CALL THE POLICE!" Tina was full on screaming now, which prompted Raph to shoot out of his chair. He apologized quickly and picked you up by your sides and ran you both out of the wedding.

"Awwwww I wanted to grab some more of those cheesecake bites before we dipped."

Raph shook his head and smiled.

"Your unbelievable."

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thebearer · 2 years ago

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omg the part in that one blurb where reader makes a joke about being able to skip a meal and then carmy’s just like tf did you just say is so important to me as someone that has a long (and uneasy) history with body image and healthy eating habits

i was wondering if you had blurb/general thoughts/ideas on how carmy would react to the reader having a harder than usual time with body image for whatever reason

maybe they make one too many jokes or little comments about feeling insecure and carmy’s just not having it lol

carmen, with every ounce of love i have in my heart for him, would not be good with handling that. simply because he understands not liking yourself (like the idea of it, he can't fathom why you don't) but he grew up where food was kind of an act of love. he'd never hear an "i'm sorry" ever in his life, but his mom would very much so be the type to say "i have dinner ready for you" and that was as much as an apology as he'd get.

the first time you're kinda not eating, carmen's like trying to joke with you. "the food not good? don't like it?"

and you assure him that's not it. "i just... i'm not really hungry."

carmen's confused bc you've been together all day and you only had an iced coffee in the morning. "no way." he shook his head. "you haven't eaten all day. if you don't like it, baby, it won't hurt my feelings, i promise. nothin' you can say that a chef in new york didn't say, they said worse too. just tell me what you want and-"

"-carmen, it's ok. it's really good, i'm just not really hungry." you smile. "i need to not eat today anyways. my jeans are so tight-"

"-what?" carmen thinks you're joking at first, brows creasing with a small grin. until he sees your face. "you're-you're being serious?"

"well, kinda..." you mutter.

"that's... don't say that." carmen shook his head. "please, don't-don't do that, that's insane."

your face falls at his tone, you know he doesn't mean to be so hard about it, but you can't help but feel worse, like carmen's mad at you. in a way he is, but not out of anger, out of love. out of not wanting you to hurt yourself like that.

"i just... i feel gross, and i'm starting to look it-"

"- i think you look beautiful." carmen mutters. he sounds hurt, genuinely hurt by what you're saying, like you said them to him. "i don't... i don't like that you do that to yourself." he admitted after a moment. he'd been going to therapy, working on channeling his emotions out when he felt them instead of bottling them in, leading him to an anxiety attack.

"i'm sorry." you whisper, unsure of what else to say.

"no, it's not... i don't want you to apologize or- or feel bad, i just... i felt like i should say it." carmen's eyes lifted to yours. "that you don't need to do that."

you can't help the way your chest rushes with heat, anxiously picking up the spoon in front of you. you're not sure what to say, most of the time, most guys kinda brush it off. act like it's nothing or ignore it- some agreeing. no one ever got... hurt by it like this. like you were hurting them too.

maybe it was the guilt. maybe it was the fact that carmen looked so sad. whatever it was, you weren't sure, but you were fucking hungry- and the pasta was good.

you hesitantly took a bite, ignoring carmen's eyes tracking you. "it is really good." you hum, trying to break the obvious tension in the room.

"you don't have to eat it, i-i don't want you to feel pressured to." carmen shook his head. "but i'll make you something else? could i make you something else? whatever you want."

you blushed, looking down. you knew what he meant. he was trying to help in the only way he knew how to, by cooking. "carmen-" you sigh.

"no, it's... it's not good to not eat, ya know?" carmen looked up at you. "you have to eat but-but if you don't want pasta, i get it. i'll make you whatever if that's what you want." he looked at you pointedly. "but don't ever think you need to do anything like that f'me. i think you're perfect no matter what. love you no matter what. you know that, told you i'd still love you even if you were a worm."

you snorted lightly, his reference to the tiktok trend you'd done on him a while ago. "thanks, bear." you mutter, grabbing his hand lightly. "i-i would like, if it's not too much and you have all the stuff, that greek goddess salad sydney was testing the other day? i've been craving it."

"heard." carmen nodded, standing towards the fridge.

"if it's not too much trouble-"

"-c'mon." carmen scoffed, looking at you sweetly. "it'll take me fifteen minutes max. sit down f'me, alright. i got it."

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footballfanficwriter · 1 year ago

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Absent

Summary:where Kylian promises his son to be there for his match but doesn't show

Maman ou est papa" ( Mom where is Dad?")

"Je ne sais pas, ma chérie" ( I don't know my darling))

Kylian was supposed to be here by now, Théo is playing today after being on the bench because of an injury, Kylian promised he would be there but I don't think he will

I try calling him for the 5th time today and it goes straight to voicemail

I sigh and look at my son whose putting his cleats on

"Is he coming?"

"I don't think so Théo"

He looks at me with a sad look that I instantly want to remove from his face

He hugs me tightly and I hug him back, I then pull away and look at him, then wipe away the tears that have escaped his eyes

"Je suis la, amour" ( I'm here, love)

"Ok Maman, je t'aime beaucoup" ( ok mom, I love you so much)

"Je t'aime beaucoup aussi Théo" (I love you so much as well Théo)

"I don't want to go"

"C'mon, you'll do great"

"But he's not here"

"Yeah, but I am, do it for me, can you play for me today Théo?"

"Ok, I'll play for you mom"

"Merci, ok now go"

He hands me his bag and waves at me, I wave back at him and give him a smile

I make my way to the stands and watch Théo, I pick my phone up and try to call Kylian again, maybe he can make it just in time before the second half, but it's no use it goes straight to voicemail again

The match starts and I put my phone away giving up on calling Kylian, I just want to focus on my son's match

The first half goes on and I see Théo look my way, then the empty seat next to me

He looks sad, angry and frustrated

The ref blows the whistle indicating that the second half has begun

Théo, sprints to the opponent and manages to get the ball

He passes it to one of his teammates then his teammate passes back to him, he dribbles past the defender and shoots the ball, then scores

He celebrates and points to me,blows a kiss towards me then makes a heart

I stand up and clap for him and he mouths "I love you mom"

I mouth back to him, "I love you too Théo"

By the 90th minute Théo's team has won 5-0 and Théo has scored 3 goals and assisted in the other 2

After the match he walks up to me and I hand him his water bottle

"Good job honey I'm so proud of you"

"Thanks mom"

I pick him up and he lays his head on my shoulder

"Can we please go home now"

"Ok, let's go"

I walk to the car and put him in the back seat, we then drive home in silence, and I'm occasionally glancing back to see him with a sad look on his face

"Théo"

"Maman?"

"Are you hungry?"

"No, I just wanna go home"

"Do you want to play FC24, when we get home?"

"No, I'm just tired, I think I'm going to sleep"

I give him a look that says really

"After I take a bath"

"Don't you want to spend some time with me, we can watch cars, or monsters inc., any movie you want to watch"

"Yeah, maybe after my nap"

"Ok, hey you know I was thinking maybe we can make cookies, do you want to help?"

"Not today mom, I don't think I'm in the mood"

"Ok, do you want me to help you with your bath?"

"No, I'm a big boy, I can do it myself"

"Ok"

The rest of the car ride is silent until we get home

Théo, gets out of the car and walks into the house while dragging his bag with him

I sigh and walk into the house and find his cleats and shoes placed neatly in the little shoe cupboard, usually I have to tell him to it, but today seems different

I go to the kitchen and get started on dinner

"Maman"

"Mhm?"

"Can you please help me"

I turn around, and see Théo struggling to take his shirt off

I slightly chuckle and walk towards him to help him

"What happened to the big boy?"

"He needs his mom's help"

"Clearly"

I help him take his shirt off then carry him to the bathroom, then open the taps making sure that the water is the right temperature for him, I then add his favorite bubble bath into the water, and he gets in

He puts some bubbles on his hair and starts playing with his bath toys

"What type of big boy plays with toys in the bath?"

"Ok fine, I'm still a small boy"

I chuckle and start bathing him, afterwards I wrap him up in a towel then carry him to his room and place him on the bed, and start taking out some clothes

He moisturizes himself then put on the clothes that I laid out for him

"Do you still want to take your nap"

He nods his head in a tired way and climbs onto his bed, grabs a thrower and lays his head on the pillow, I kiss his forehead and he smiles saying

"Thank you mommy"

"You're welcome Théo"

I walk out of his room and go back to the kitchen to continue making dinner

After 2 hours I hear the front door open, he's here

He walks into the kitchen and looks at me but I ignore his gaze

"Ça va, amour"

"Amour"

"Ma chérie"

He walks closer to me but i move away

"Lassie Moi" I say (leave me alone)

"C'est quoi le problème?" He asks ( what's the matter?)

"Ah bon, t'es sérieuse, Kylian" I ask ( really, are you serious Kylian?)

"C'est quoi c'est pas" ( what happened?")

"C'est ton fils, il est triste" I say ( it's your son, he's sad)

"Mais pourquoi" he asks (but why?)

"Pasque il son père" (because of his dad)

"Moi?" (Me?)

"Oui, toi" ( yes you)

"What did I do now?"

"So you didn't know that your son was playing today, after he told you two weeks ago and kept reminding you so you wouldn't forget"

He looks at me with shock, like I've just told him the most suprising news

"Mon Dieu, Kylian he even told you this morning before he went to school"

"He's match was today?"

I let out a frustrated sigh

"Where were you even, huh, and why was you phone going to voicemail everytime I tried calling you?"

"I was with Archaf, and I lost track of time"

"You lost track of time doing what?"

He's quiet

"What were you doing Kylian?"

"I was busy"

"You know what I don't even want to know, just get away from me"

"Where is Théo anyway"

"He's sleeping, he took a bath and went straight to bed"

I hear him sigh behind me

"I'm sorry"

"You're apologizing to the wrong person"

"Then I'll go and apologize to Théo"

"No he's asleep, don't wake him up"

"So what must I do then?"

"I don't care, just don't bother the child"

He goes upstairs and goes to our shared room, I the hear the shower taps, indicating that he's taking a shower

30 minutes later, I'm done making dinner and it seems Kylian is done taking his shower and he walks downstairs

I dish up 3 plates of food then go to the table and place them there

I then go upstairs to wake Théo up

"Théo"

"Amour"

He opens his eyes and looks at me

"Maman?"

"Ouies, c'est Moi amour, est que faim" (yeah it's me love, are you hungry?"

"Oui je faim" (yes, I'm hungry)

"On y va"(let's go)

I pick him up and we go downstairs,when we get to the dining table we find Kylian already there waiting for us, I place Théo in the seat next to me, where there's a plate of food

We eat dinner in silence until Kylian breaks it

"Théo"

"Papa"

"Je suis très désolé, mon fils"

"C'est bien papa"

"Ah bon?"

He nods his head

"But why were you not there, how come you didn't come to my match?" Théo asks with his voice slightly breaking

Kylian looks at me and I look at Théo

"I was busy" Kylian says

"With what"

"Théo, arrête ici c'est pas ton problème" (Théo, stop, this is not your problem"

"Ouies mais c'est mon problème" I say (yeah but it's my problem)

"Je travaillerai" he says ( I was working)

"Avec quoi?( with what?)

"Rien" ( nothing)

"T'es sérieuse, t'es fou ou quoi, t'es travaille avec rien?" (are you serious, are you mad or what, you were working with nothing?)

"Oui" he says (yes)

"You must think I'm an idiot"

"But I was working"

"Papa, s'il te plaît" Théo says (dad please)

"Théo, this is non of your business"

"Then why weren't you there?" Théo asks

"I was busy"(Kylian says)

"Théo, arrête je parle avec ton père, go to your room" I say ( Théo, stop, I'm talking to your dad)

He gets out of his seat and walks upstairs

"Are you serious, are you not going to tell me what you were so busy with that you had to miss your son's first match, after the injury he had?"

"All you need to know is that I was busy"

"Are you cheating on me?"

"What, no"

"Then what were you so busy with"

"Nothing"

"Fine, since you don't want to tell me, I'll be sleeping with Théo today" I say standing up from my seat, "you can sleep in the guest room or on the sofa, also do the dishes before you go to bed"

I walk upstairs and go to Théo's room

"C'mon, let's go" I say

"Where are we going?"

"To my room"

"Why?"

"You're sleeping with me"

"Can we watch movies and stay up all night"

"Yeah, we can"

"Can we start with Marvel movies"

"I was thinking the same thing"

We go back downstairs and pick out some snacks for the movie

"Not so many sweets Théo"

"Ok"

After picking some snacks and deciding what movies to watch, we go back upstairs to my room and put the movie on the TV

I tuck Théo into the bed and his tiny head sticks out from under the covers

"Maman?"

"Yeah?"

"Is Daddy going to leave us forever?"

"No, my love, he's not, me and your father are just having a bit of a disagreement"

"What's that?"

"It's when two people don't see eye to eye on something, but in the end they always work it out"

"You promise?"

"I promise Amour, now stop worrying about that and let's focus on the movie,ok?"

"Ok"

The rest of the night is spent watching movies till the early hours of the morning

Théo eventually falls asleep, cuddled up to me like I'm a teddy bear

I switch the TV off and kiss Théo's forehead and he snuggles into me, I close my eyes and fall asleep

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blue-sadie · 2 years ago

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Temperamental

Neteyam x Mate Reader x Aonung

Summary: they might as well keep you on a leash

Warning: reader gets distracted quiet easily, poly relationship, stress build up, reader has a break down. aged up characters

Yn/3rd person pov

"umm neteyam" i murmured holding the button down on the intercom that was attached to my neck as I wondered through the unfamiliar part of the island.

"Yes my love" he sighed with exhaustion, I cringed to myself already knowing what his reaction will be to my current situation.

"I uh..... I got lost again" I shamefully admitted and yelped as a little creature jumped out the bush and ran away.

I heard a deep sigh from his end and a soft call for aonung "ok baby we're on our way" he said before his side went dead.

I sat on a small rock and fidgeted with my fingers as I waited, I didn't mean for this to happen its just I've been so distracted lately because I've taken on tasks that I can't seem to keep up with.

And it seems that the village seem to leave a ton of more tasks for me to do and if I don't do them or do them right they give me an almost disappointed look.

It makes it hard to be around the boys because their amazing and exceed their expectations and even more and I'm just here making it more difficult.

I pulled my knees into my chest and wrapped my arms around them tightly sometimes I just feel like a burden to them.

"Yn" my head jerked to the direction of their voices "Im here" I called out to them and walked to their direction "there you are" aonung said and pulled me into his arms.

"you had us worried sick" neteyam muttered and ran a hand through his hair "i-im sorry" I whispered.

"Let's go home" aonung butted in and had his arm around my shoulder as we started making our way back to the village.

It was night time when we got back and the boys were tired so I quickly made a quick meal for them.

"We should keep her on a leash I'm telling you" my eyes flattered in sadness as I heard neteyam speak to aonung.

"Nete come on she was fine" aonung reasoned but neteyam just sighed "she could've gotten hurt" he said making aonung reconsider his words "maybe".

I gulped and quickly brought over their food and decided to eat mine a little ways from them by myself.

Why can't I life up to my expectations why can't I be perfect, all these thoughts clouded my head as i just played with my food not feeling that hungry.

Maybe I just need to sleep this off, I got to my feet and packed up my food and cleaned up before murmuring a 'goodnight' before heading to bed.

It didn't take long for sleep to find me but all I was missing was the boys warmth surrounding me 'maybe their not tired'.

-Next morning-

I woke up feeling a slight tug on my back "w-whats going on" I asked sleepily as I slowly sat up and rubbing my eyes.

"We've decided this will keep you safe" neteyam said as he showed me the rope attached to my back.

My eyes widened "w-what" I pulled at the rope but he held fast "s-stop" I tried taking it off but aonung held my hands so I couldn't.

"Yn" he murmured crouching in front of me as he stared into my eyes "this will keep you safe".

"Please no" I said as tears filled my eyes and my breathing started to become uneven.

"Please" I whispered "why are you crying my love" aonung asked and wiped my tears away.

"I-i can't do it anymore" I cried looking down at my lap "can't do what yn" neteyam voice was full of concern as he sat beside me and wrapped his arms around me.

"I can't be perfect I can never be perfect" I hiccuped my body shaking with each one.

"You are perfect" aonung smiled as he urged me to look at him "but I'm not you guys are you do more then your asked and me I can't even finish my chores without getting side tracked" I sniffed making them coo at me and hold me close.

"I see you finish all your tasks so what are you not finishing" neteyam murmured I sighed heavily "a-a few of the people has asked me to help them out and it seems that a lot of them want me to do their work to" I said.

The boys stared silently before taking off the rope and pulled me back into be "w-what" I asked and blushed as I was sandwiched between them tightly.

"We're sorry we didn't take notice sooner" neteyam whispered and kissed my cheek lightly.

"I'm sorry that we didn't take care of you when you needed it most"

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@neteyamyawne @erenjaegerwifee @greekgods15 @sweetirilly

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ladyoftheflowers-witch · 2 months ago

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Messages from your pets.

Hi community, I hope you are having a wonderful day today. Please take a few deep breaths and chose your pile, see you in the descriptions 🙃

Pile 1: 8 of cups, Judgement.

Hi pile 1, I feel like you are feeling sad lately, your pets feel it too, it's like you are so preocupied with trivial things that you are neglecting your pets. And when I say trivial things I'm not diminishing the importance of this things, it's just that even your pets can see that you have a lot more things to enjoy than the things you feel you don't have or lack in life. Are you mourning a loss of a pet? because the message it's coming strong from a departed pet who wants to tell you that it's enough with the grieving, they know you are strong enough to get up and keep going, for they are always with you, they saw you rising from the ashes again and again, and they want to help you and encourage you.

They want you to know that they always look at you with wonder, adoration and deep admiration, and if you sometime need to talk about your burdens, you can call upon them, they are listening to you. But don't only talk to them when you are sad, you can talk to them and tell them how you miss them and love them. They love you too, pile 1, you were always there for them and for that they are always grateful. You will feel your mental health improving when you realize that we have the power to write our future with our actions of love and compassion, in this case, show all the love you can to your pets.

If you have more pets they are telling that they need more sun, maybe you can sit with them in the garden if you can. Play with them, they want to see you happy and they want to share moments of joy with you. I feel some of your pets are timid and doesn't like to be in rooms full of people, they only like you, ok ? Lol it's like they don't like to be seen or beeing watched over, they need privacy, so when you have to recieve visits make sure you let your bedroom door open so they can hide there until everyone is gone.

Letters that could be significant: W,T,C,B,J.

You could have a male black cat and a male orange cat. A few of you could have a hamster too ( damn I didn't saw one of those in decades)

Pile 2: Page of cups, 2 of pentacles.

Welcome to your reading pile 2, your pets are so spoiled, they always want more, more food, more treats, more caresses, everything and everywhere but in this precise instant, and they are not afraid of letting you know. I feel you have 2 or 3 cats, but they are very individualistic, for example, one is in the bedroom, the other always sits in the living room and then you have the other that it's always looking at the horizon without apparent reason and lost in their own world and thoughts. Some of them could be a little gay, they are curious, always want to learn new things. They are also very emotional, sensitive and intuitive, so pay attention to their behaviour ( with my cats I know something important it's about to happen if they give me extra affection than normal lol )

Your pets want to tell you that they know they could be a little manipulative sometimes when they are hungry, insatiable I heard, and sometimes they drive you mad, but that the love they hold for you is sincere and deep. They look at you and think you are beautiful, they like when you dance or do fisical activities, maybe you do your workout rutine at home. They also are saying that they want to support you in your ups and downs, they only wish you weren't always working, take some time to be with them without doing anything else. They want a little stimulation, maybe you can make homemade toys for them.

Is there a stray cat always lurking at your door at night ? Please let your cats stay indooors at night, it's dangerous out there. And if there is a cat trying to integrate to your family, please let them if you can.

Letters that could be significant: Y,Q,S,M,X.

You could have a male grey and white cat, a black female cat, and a calico cat.

Pile 3: The Sun, The Moon.

Hi pile 3, you are very fortunate, your pets are like your spirit animals, your familiars, they help you to connect with your own animal nature, they are wise and are connected with celestial forces. You should know that they are very spiritual, they are your link between humanity and divinity, and they choose to help you overcome your troubles by trying to teach you how to be like them. They want you to be shameless, innocent like a child without a single worry in the world, embracing light, life and love as it comes. Take life from a simpler perspective, be calm, have peace, be still, enjoy the moment and make them best of it.

Sometimes in the most mundane hours they like to interrupt you while your doing other things, because why, pile 3? Why are you paying attention to other things that it's not your pets, they are demanding lol they be like that sometimes. Did you punished a pet for stealing food ? They want to say to you that they didn't do it, maybe you have preferences between your pets, you should try to be more equal with how much of attention and love you give them. Animals hace feelings too, they can feel jelousy and feel left behind sometimes. Even when you aren't doing it on purpose, try to compensate this, please. If you have dogs, gonto an adventure with them.

Lastly they want to say to you that there are hidden enemies out there, your pets can feel someone is giving you bad energy and because of that you are feeling drained. Cleanse your home and your body from bad influences from the outside world and be safe pile 3.

Letters that could be significant: W,Q,I,T,Z.

You could have a calico cat, a male orange cat, dogs, some kind of reptile.

💫That's all my loves, see you in the next pac. Be safe and love yourself above everything. 💫

#pick a card #pick a card reading #tarot #pac #pick a card tarot #pick a pile #pick a pile reading

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number-onekidqueen · 11 months ago

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heyy !! i hope ur doing well (: can you write a luke x gn!reader where they are chubbier and short and luke Lovess the height x size difference but they thinks like making fun of them but in reality he’s just teasing ): they open up to him about past issues regarding that and he comforts them and says he’ll protect them ): maybe a bit of protective!luke

𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐲?

Luke castellan x gn!chubbier!shorter reader

Summary: Luke loves to talk about all your physical differences and how you still fit together perfectly. But you have a few bad memories.

Anon, I am sooooo sorry this took so long, I've had a mad case of writer's block lately, and I no time. It's kinda short and sweet (if you get what I mean *wink*) but I hope this is what you were picturing, and that you enjoy <3

warnings: mentions of fatphobia, mentions of insecurity, panic, teasing.

“Hey shawty!”

Immediately, you stiffened. Even if you recognised the voice as one you trusted - Luke, your boyfriend of nearly a year, who you loved dearly - the nickname still made you feel cold all over. But Luke didn't mean the nickname in that way, you were sure.

Right?

You didn't have much time to ponder it however as a warm hand materialised around your waist, pulling you into him. You let the sandwich you had been making for lunch settle onto the table, freeing your arms so you could reciprocate his embrace, although rather stiffly.

"How you been?" He murmured into your hair, while he peppered kisses on your scalp. And then he noticed. He pulled away from you, still gripping your shoulders but gazing at you with concern. "What's wrong?"

You decided to drop it. He wouldn't have meant it that way. Even if your boyfriend before had, Luke wouldn't do something like that. "Nothing," you replied, forcing a smile, "you just caught me by surprise is all."

There was a pause in which he scanned your face, searching for signs you weren't telling the truth. He still appeared wary, but he seemed to let it slide for the moment, scooping up your sandwich plate and tugging you along to his table. Loud greetings hooted about, as his fellow Hermes siblings noted his and your appearance.

Your suspicions were confirmed as you sat, after saying hello to everyone, when he clasped his hand in yours, resting it on his knee. This was something he always did when you were feeling overwhelmed or sad, to reassure you that he was always there. He hadn't been convinced by your facade then. Damn.

Beginning to eat your sandwich, you were wincing at the near-stale texture of the bread, and how hard and dry it was in your mouth. Chiron must be running on his last few loaves and forgot to get extra supplies. You were glad for the distraction of Chris, who was always happy to explain his schemes with grand theatrics, and hand gestures that often tipped over glasses. That and Luke's wild laughter from beside you got you through the unpleasant meal.

"-and you won't believe what happened next, and even though it is coming from me, it was pretty damn impressive-"

"Ok man, I'm gonna interrupt your yap session right there while I can. Anyone getting seconds?" Luke asked, holding up his own plate.

"No dude, I'm sooooooo full, how are you not?" Chris groaned, laughing.

"He didn't steal my bag of jerky, Rodriguez!" Someone down the table accused.

"Hey, that was in the middle of the cabin floor, it was fair game!-"

"I'll have some," you volunteered, turning to Luke, and accepting his hand to help you rise from the benches.

"See, lucky I can be a big back with them!" He laughed, walking away with you and back to the table filled with food.

You weren't hungry anymore, at all. Every delicious, hot meal on the table that had tantalised you only moments before now seemed like soggy sticks. Luke had mentioned stuff about your body twice now, in such a short period. You were sure he meant it now. He must be just like your ex in that respect, even if he had treated you better. He felt the same as your ex had done. Even after all this time, your body wasn't good enough- you weren't good enough-

"Hey, you can't decide? Try the macaroni, I just had a bit and oh my Gods-"

"Uh- I don't really feel too hungry anymore." You said awkwardly, gulping down your insecurity.

"Ok," he said slowly, and there was his brown eyes again, deep and full of questioning. "Are you sure everything's okay?"

"Yeah, yeah, it's all fine just... not hungry." You smiled weakly, praying he would drop it as he did earlier. Your stomach rumbling punctuated the silence. He frowned at you, second helping forgotten and pulled you to the side of the dining pavilion, near some dense bushes where you wouldn't be seen.

"Hey. Please tell me what's going on," he begged, squeezing your hand. When you looked in his eyes, you knew you were a goner. You cracked.

"Do you still- like-like- do you still like me?" you mumbled, gazing down at your feet.

"What do you mean?" He asked, confused, "Y/N, I love you, so yeah, of course I still like you."

“I- just- I- I know you didn’t mean any harm and I know you only meant to tease, but it just reminds me of my ex sometimes.”

"Wait, what? What does?" He urged, pulling you closer.

"Just the... you know, like little comments- it's just-it's kinda like the stuff he used to say that hurt my feelings."

He pulled away from you, face hardening.

“What did he say to you?”

“It was nothing, just he commented on my weight constantly and how much shorter I was than him and sometimes- look it doesn't really matter. It's just that the 'hey shawty' and 'big back' and all that, it shouldn't, it's stupid of me, but it reminds me of him... and like, I know it was a mistake dating a guy that was older in the first place, but the biggest mistake I made was letting him say the stuff he said."

"Don't you dare call yourself stupid," he began sternly, "because if anyone here is, it's me. My gods, baby, I'm so sorry I said stuff like that, it was just a joke or a little pet name to me, I-I didn't know it reminded you of that-ugh, if I had known I would've bleached my mouth out."

You laughed a little, and his face brightened.

"You know I don't wanna be anything like him, right? Man, if he was here I might have a hard time stopping from doing something to him, what a dick."

Laughing again, you nodded, smiling at him.

"And, you know you're also perfect right? Like who cares if you're shorter or a different shape to me? That's what makes you, like you, and I love you for all of it."

He kissed you swiftly, sweetly. It was warm, and you were both smiling through it. He was Luke, not your crusty ex that had broken contact the minute he got accepted to college. And he would always love you for who you were, you were sure of that now.

He broke apart, your noses brushing. "I love you," he whispered, each syllable falling softly on your upper lip.

"I love you too," you whispered back. He backed away reluctantly, holding your hands in both of his tightly.

"Ok, let's get you some macaroni now, because I'm not kidding when I say that it hits-"

And you let him lead you back to the chaotic normality of camp, with all of the delicious food and comforting people you loved.

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missmarveledsblog · 4 months ago

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I gotcha cap (Steve Rogers x reader) part three

Summary: He needs to make it right but she isnt letting him even near her so he get help off of their friends .

warning : slight angst , fluffy , goofy , idiots in love , mutual pinning

previous part

the blinding sun that had instantly regretted not closing the blind before she hit went to bed. not knowing what hurt more was it her head that thump and felt like it was gonna explode . was it her pride on being stood up on her not date date . she may of snuck out of the room once was sure he was gone . headed to the living room , importantly using her ability to burn the lock off of the liquor cabinet. She didn't stay undetected for too long for Tony to come see what she was doing and then an hour later Natasha was joining them . Now she was sure her blood was more alcohol than it was actually blood, stumbling from her bed . Pulling the shades on her eyes she dragged herself from the bed , stumbling down the hall to the dinning room to see both Natasha and Tony in the same state as she was .

“ You're a bad influence” the billionaire groaned his head laying on the table .

“ I did not influence you , you asked me to pour you a glass” she yawned sitting down ignoring a certain pair of blue eyes looking at her .

“ yeah cause your were sad anyways let not do it again” he couldn't even look at her it was too much of an effort.

I guess it laps today, your new recruit huh ?” clint nudged Natasha making her growl at the man but then nod .

“ whos the new recruit “ she asked looking up finally a slight catching of steve glance forcing herself to look at nat.

“ that jessica chick right?” sam spoke up .

“ yeah i think and some drills too once i can just observe” nat gave a sneaky smirk.

“ well good luck .. i'm not so hungry “ she stood, taking a cup of coffee and rushing out of the room.

“ y/n hey wait please” steve called rushing after her.

“ just leave me alone steve , my head hurts and I think i might throw up so lets just pretend nothing happened ok … please” she sighed.

“ but i didn't mean to stand you up i would of never of did that , she turned off my phone and kept telling me i still had time even showed me hers so i trusted her word and now i fucked up honestly of all people to let down and hurt you are not even close to being one of them” .

“ you did though , you made me look like such an idiot , you made me think … look it doesn't matter, maybe in time we can be friends but can you just let me breathe to do so?” she almost pleaded.

“ i wanna make it up to you please give me a second chance , please all im asking “

“ no i don't think we should ” .

she spent the day staring at the computer , trying to work in the lab with the bright lights was a bad idea now she was in her office , the lights dimmed and although the hangover was dimming and some of nats “drills” training made her mood a lot better. the petty side of her enjoy the soft torture of the bitchy agent and it sure wiped the sneering smile off ofhier face . now what she didn’t expect was the widow coming to the office hours later pulling her out of the room and dressing her up , not saying a word the whole time other than “stop whining “ or “ no feeling sorry for yourself “. probably a girl dinner night or something to cheer her up . begrudgingly she just followed even in the car , they talked about everything but the friendly hostage situation til they pulled up to well nothing .

“ you planning on killing me because joke on you it mean i wont have to do my reports “ she smirked.

“ no im doing this because I love you and you need to be happy and Tony's liver would be grateful” the widow kissed her cheek and led her to a footpath . “ now its down here straight ahead” .

“ ok this is only fueling my fear of you trying to kill me romanoff , hey in a wooded area where i could leave all this evidence and you know …. nat ? “ she turned to see the widow gone completely. "So I am gonna die “ she groaned. ok so now she was maybe more curious just following the footpath til she noticed red. that had her on alert , into action as she stop her feet lighter moving , eyes darting around to access any threat. now she was slightly afraid the bew recruit was gonna be at the end of this footpath and she was gonna be an accessory to murder.

“ oh thank god “ the breath of relief as she notice it wasnt blood but petal followed by more til the whole footpath was covered in these red petals .

the whole thing only made sense once she reached the clearing and now maybe she would be the one to hide a few bodies now .

There he stood in the clearing around the man where lights wrapped around the beauty of nature . a picnic table in the center with the same lights wrapped around the legs , her favourite flowers in the center. She wanted to hide how impressed she was. For a moment it wouldn't seem possible til she straightened herself up , crossing her arms trying not to smile or give anything away . including how good the man looked before her, the white dress shirt and black pants combo making him look like he stepped out of some steamy romance novel , the way the material of his clothes clung to the muscle she's found herself literally drooling over.

“ Please sit down?” pleading tone as she rolled her eyes and stepped more into the clearing saw the scorched mark still prominent in the ground. it was first time she had shown them her abilities , the one she had to hide all her life in persecution .

“ What is all this?”.

“ I wanted to make it up to you .. with nat's help of course … please just one chance” he came closer .

“ You seem to making a lot of effort for a not date” she mused while looking around .

“ well let this actual date make up for it” .

“ is this because of the not drunk confession because a pity date isn't necessary” she huffed wondering how her week took such a nose dive.

it's not a pity date its an actual i like you too date and dont wanna screw up “

“ touch of kidnapping” she nodded, not hiding the smirk on her lips .

“ with a touch of kidnapping, “ he laughed.

“ Fine I yield mainly because i'm hungry and I thought nat was feeding me “ she watched him pulling out the basket pulling out the canister and the tupperware .

“ ok food might be cold “ he winced, opening the tubs and putting the contents on a plate .

“ i got it “ she rolled her eyes over the plates for a couple of seconds as steam began to bellow . “ it help when i was younger” she shrugged easily, handing him back one .

“ ok so canister has coffee or we have wine” .

“ coffee i don't think i could look at alcohol for a good while “ she laughed flashback of her and tony drinking games . “ So why here?” .

“ honestly it was the first place we got to see you for you , like the real you” her breath caught in her throat at his admission . “ you were so scared and so nervous but then you opened up , i always wondered why , why you were so scared”.

“ because i was taught to be , because the world taught me to be.. i mean unless you're an avenger or some high profiled hero , mutants or enhanced whatever you're side of that fence is, well it not something to celebrate it was and still is something people find to fear and with fear comes hate” she smiled sadly. “ my dad as crazy as he was , well he wasn't all wrong , we lived in chicago for a little until i thought my friend would accept me so i showed her what i could do and then that evening we had people yelling outside our home for the mutants to leave i was four when i learn what hate was truly and very real so when we moved to new york , my mom was chased down, hunted down and my dad began training soldiers for doomsday”.

“ that's why it took you so long to tell us you were enhanced” he asked not even noticing he grabbed her hand , the subconscious need to comfort the woman in front of him .

“ i know it's stupid to think giving wanda and pietro” she laughed. “ but yeah i think that fear or rejection was still there except tony stark lit up like a christmas tree at the sight” .

“ wheres your dad now? maybe you could show him its not like that now right”.

“ hes on the raft steve its still like that for him , i ran away i was maybe fourteen i didnt wanna live my life in fear and not live it at all “ she smiled sadly . “ great first kidnapping date content right here” she snorted .

“ we can talk about something else if you want,” he squeezed her hand .

“ no i mean i come to terms with it all , but i am curious why you didn't ask for me help?” .

“ honestly because you make me nervous , like when i talk to you suddenly i'm that small fry from brooklyn who couldn't look a dame in the eye and i mean you come into our lives with this air about you , this funny yet caring nature , you work hard to make sure everything run smoothly and you only one who can truly handle tony “ he smiled brightly.

“ pepper asked me for tips. Well, praise from the america's golden boy is nice. I must admit , I've learned to just be myself” her cheeks flushed.

“ also doesn't help that your most beautiful woman i've come across either, you must think i'm a dummy when i take to you because you make my brain short circuit by just smiling i mean the words just mix and melt together “ a braveness taking over like he couldn't stop, all the feelings that he held in for so long falling out of his mouth before he could stop .

“ you dont seem to have a problem with words now ? “ she giggled even freezing at the sound like was that her ?.

“well i guess i need to let it out now hopefully it will get you to forgive me, i only trained that agent hoping i could help and get over my nervousness because i was going to work up the courage to tell you how i really felt so i stupidly thought i could work through them by getting the blood pumping i didn't see the scheming part i guess i need lesson in people “ he grimaced .

“ Well I mean the food and coffee is working on the forgiveness so it this get up “ she mused hinting at his outfit making his cheeks flush . “ stand me up again date or not I will roast you up and serve you on that shield of , tony liver can't take it … apparently” she warned playfully .

“ well that wont happen and if i may say you look absolutely stunning “ he kissed her knuckles getting braver .

“ flattery will get you everywhere mr rogers but you can thank nat for this she literally dressed and dragged me here , im less mad at her for it “ .

She wasn't lying when she said that she was less pissed at him , conversation carried on more and more . she shared a little bit more of her childhood , the little handful of happy memories ,while he shared some of his from his childhood, a vast and different time . She couldn't help laughing thinking back to the hijinks that he and Bucky got up in that timezone . She asked him questions , getting to know the man behind the shield . Each minute , each hour passing by it was easier to get over that anger she felt but it also meant that he was getting braver , more flirty in his tone . Even when they finished their food he hit his phone as the speaker came to life . The blue jazz sound echoed in the woods . making the man stand before her holding his hand out that her . enjoying how perfect her hand fit in his , how his hand dwarfed hers . standing the crinkle of the foliage under their feet , his other hand on her hip pulling her closer. the swell of pride at her breath hitched at the bold movement . the sway of bodies to the rhythm and getting lost in the love story the song sang out. eyes locked pouring every unsaid emotion . he held her close in away that he was afraid to let her go, everything hes dreamed of was happening in real time. the first time he'd truly felt peace in the stormy war that was his life . the fist time it was serene that he could fully completely savour and enjoy the moment. his eye darted to her lips only to catch her doing the same, her tongue swiping the pillow plump soft lips . two leaning closer and closer til their foreheads pressed. a surge of bravery one he never felt before taking his hand off her hip and leading to cup her cheek , tilting her face up more before he leaned down .

At first it took her brain a second to recognise , to make the connection that captain Steven Grant Rogers was kissing her. not wasting another second she finally kissed the man back for the first time in a long time. It made sense . all the cliches from every romance book , rom com in existence, that foot popping , fire works going off kiss. seeing the sun rise and set for the first time kind of kiss. One that only starred in her dream and stopped when her alarm would go off. Everything felt electric in that one kiss , like nerves came alive ones she didn't even know she had . pulling back both needing air and yet he couldn't stop kissing her , pecking her lips in between breaths already addicted to her lip , to her taste .

“ god you don't know how long i wanted to do that “ he chuckled breathlessly, his forehead pressing against hers.

“ Don't worry I gotcha Cap “ she smirked pressing her lips to his once more

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cwritesforfun · 1 month ago

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Rafe Cameron x Fem!Reader: Bodyguard AU Part 3

Link to part one Link to part two

Y/N = Your First Name L/N = Your Last Name

*I do not own any of the Outer Banks characters. The plot is completely different here!

Masterlist

Y/N's POV - The Benefit Concert

You could barely sleep. You were supposed to perform live for a full sold-out arena in Los Angeles where you were shot at just a month ago. Your security team reassured you that you'd be safe and precautions had been taken. Security was upgraded for the venue and around the stage. And yet, you were scared.

You get up out of bed and open your bedroom door to see your security guard, Rafe, lying on the floor curled up. Why is he outside of your door? And he claims he does not care!

You lightly tap Rafe and he jumps up. He looks shocked, on edge, and still half asleep. He puts his hands on my arms and asks, "What's wrong? Why are you up? Are you okay?" You answer, "I'm just scared for tomorrow, and I have to leave my room for a minute or I’ll go crazy. My thoughts and worries are just keeping me awake and shaky... Why were you out here?" He shrugs and answers, "Just here in case you need protection." You ask, "How long have you been doing that?" He answers, "Uh ... um... since the incident, maybe longer. It depended on the hotel and security." You nod and reply, "Ok... cool. Um, I'm kind of hungry for a sweet treat. Would you care to join me for ice cream?" He answers, "I'll join you, but I don't need any." You nod, and he follows you to the kitchen. You can see his arms reaching out to catch you as you walk.

You get yourself a bowl of ice cream and sit at the table with Rafe sitting to your right with his head in his hands. You exclaim, "Rafe, you should really get some rest... in a bed. It's 1 AM, so today is a big day. We have to be on our A-game." He looks up at you and you wanna give him a big hug, but you feel like he would say that would be breaching your contract. Your contract would also forbid you two from getting romantically involved. But what's life without a little risk? (Lil Sirius Black reference) He replies, "I just don't want you to get hurt under my watch again. I feel so bad, Y/N. I ...I..." He trails off, and you notice tears start to fall from his eyes. You reach over to hold his hand, and he continues, "I know it's not my fault that you got hurt, and your mom even comforted me. But I'm still worried that I could lose you. I can't lose you, Y/N." You reply, "Well, I can't lose you either, Rafe. So don't act too carelessly to save me that I lose you...I don't know how many times you need to hear it, but it's not your fault." He nods and half-smiles before looking down at your intertwined hands. He smiles a bit bigger and asks, "Do you need help with your dishes?" You shake your head and you go clean them.

You both walk to the hallway of bedrooms, and you stop in front of yours. You exclaim, "Either you need to promise you'll sleep in your room or you're sharing my bed with me." His eyes widen, and he replies, "Woah, that was forward." You reply, "At least come into my room for a few minutes. I need to play you two songs to make sure you're okay with me performing them." He asks, "Why do I need to share my opinion on what you sing? You're a talented singer. I trust you." You answer, "Trust me, you need to hear them first." He sighs and replies, "Ok."

You walk inside, hand him a pair of headphones, and then press play on the two recent songs you wrote. ((reminder of what the two songs are about - one is about falling for a crush and wanting to make a move but fearing rejection. One is about needing and wanting to feel protected.))

You watch as he listens and see a range of emotions from sadness to intrigue to happiness to confusion.

After he listens, he stands up, sets the headphones on the bed, and paces around the room. You let him pace a little before you ask, "So, what did you think?" He answers, "You shouldn't have played them for me. It makes this harder." You ask, "Makes what harder?" He answers, "We can never happen, Y/N. As much as we both want it, it can't." You stand and ask, "Why not? He answers, "I work for you. You employ me. I am your bodyguard. I could lose my job. It could ruin your life." You take a step forward and say, "But it doesn't have to ruin either of our lives... I really like you, Rafe. Don't we deserve a chance to try us out?" He sighs, you take another step forward and say, "I don't know if you remember us talking about something your sister wanted me to do... but it was to ask you out and/or kiss you. So I guess this is me asking if you want to kiss me or go out with me?" You hear him mutter, "Fu**" under his breath. You gently place a hand on his and ask, "Everything okay?" He gently turns, cups your face with one hand, and asks, "May I kiss you?" And you obviously say yes!

When Rafe pulls away gently, he exclaims, "Let's just get through the concert, and then we'll talk about us." You nod and he kisses your cheek.

Rafe helps you into bed before sliding next to you. He wraps his arm around you and you both fall asleep.

You wake up to the sun shining and no Rafe. However, there is a note on your bedside table that says: Y/N, I'm sorry I left without saying goodbye! I had the last security briefing for the concert at 9 and I didn't want to wake you. You needed to get some rest. XO, Rafe

You smile. At least he wrote a note.

The concert quickly approaches. The rest of the band was tense in the van on the way to the venue. Rafe hadn't looked into your eyes once. You suppose he didn't want everyone to know about last night, but hopefully, he's not using you and he does like you. He technically didn't say the words.

You all get your finishing touches and it's your time to go onstage. Your band seemed to relax onstage and the other performers were also outstanding. You caught yourself smiling as you sang about your crush. But the song about protection made you tear up and you felt some tears slide down your face. Singing that song reminded you why you're up there onstage and it made you emotional. People were resharing your new songs online and expressing love for your band, which you were pleased about. Overall, the event seemed like a success.

After your big day, you go home and clean off. You have Rafe help you change your bandages and it's the first moment you've been alone with him all day. You ask, "What did you think of the new songs played live tonight?" He continues wrapping the gauze and answers, "I think the fans loved it. I also think whoever you wrote that about is lucky to have you in their life." You prod, "Yeah?" He continues saying, "Yeah because you seem to really care about them. You also feel safe around them and you describe your feelings in song in a way that would make anyone swoon." You smile and he smiles back.

After Rafe helps you into bed, he says, "I need to get changed, but I'll be back." You nod and he leaves.

Once Rafe returns in pajamas, he slides into bed next to you and says, "I'm proud of you for today. It took a lot of bravery to stand up in the exact place you were last time and not shake. You showed everyone how much you care for them and why you deserve the fame you've gotten." You reply, "Thank you, Rafe. That's really kind of you to say. I appreciate that... Thanks for keeping me safe today." He replies, "Of course, what else are bodyguards for?" You answer, "Kissing and crushing on." He moves right next to you, twirls a piece of your hair in his hands, and replies, "OH... really?" You reply, "Well I guess that applies to only one of my bodyguards...you." He leans in and you press a finger to his lips. You say, "You've technically never said you liked me. You have to say it out loud before you kiss me." He rolls his eyes and replies, "Of course I like you, Y/N. How could I not? You're perfect." You move your finger and reply, "I don't know about perfect." He replies, "Just let me kiss my perfect girl." You put your finger up to his lips, he kisses them this time, and you ask, "Your girl? You were worried about what would happen if we dated last night?" He answers, "Yeah, that was dumb. I was trying to make an excuse for why I shouldn't date you because I've liked you for so long and so deeply that it's very hard to resist you. Why do you think I didn't actually quit?" You move your finger and answer, "Because I called you a coward... which sorry about that, that was a little harsh of me. I shouldn't have said that. The last thing you are is a coward. You’re very strong and my hero.” He replies, “I don’t know about hero…” You cup his face gently and reply, “Well I do think that and you say it’s hard to resist me.” He rolls his eyes and replies, “I wish I hadn’t said that to you now.” You reply, “Just kiss me, my hero.” He leans in and presses his lips softly to yours. He tastes really minty but also sweet.

Probably last part tbh

#fanfic #outer banks imagines #outer banks tv show #rafe outer banks #outer banks series #outer banks rafe #rafe x you #rafe #rafe fic #rafe x reader #rafe imagine #outerbanks rafe #rafe fanfiction

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vulpixisananimal · 11 months ago

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Carrion!Sif AU, Chapter 1.

ACT 1, The Hunger.

(Au origonaly by @traumaboyexo. it's so cool. I'm 100% going to do more of this.)

"Siffrin!"

(You're lying down in the field near Dormont. You had a weird dream about eating a star. You smell cherries, Mirabelle was calling your name.)

". . . Siffrin?" (She's looming over you now, your Housemaiden.) "Good morning! Or, well more like good afternoon I guess. Were you taking a nap? That's just like you. . . Only you could sleep peacfully at a time like this, hee hee."

(You're too sleepy to talk, you close your eye again.)

"You're still half asleep, aren't you. I'll let you sleep a bit longer, but not too long!!"

(. . . Ugh. You can't stay here, like this. The sun was nice, and you could smell the birds in the air. The people in the village. The faint and distinct smell Mirabelle carried with her. But you were getting hungry, really, really hungry.)

(Wake up, Siffrin. You have a country to save.)

>>>

(Statues, big and small, all with different faces. Some jump up and down, some are sad, some are happy. The Change God, Deity of all of Vaugarde, stands before you.)

(So much has happened over the last few months, since you met Mirabelle. You helped save them from a sadness, and you were here to defeat the King. They were nice, they were your familly.)

(Mirabelle, Isabeau, Odile, Bonniface. Each of them had been your best friends, or at least allies. You hoped you were friends, at least.)

(Mirabelle once asked if you were ok with following them on your journey. You truthfully answered that this had been the happiest you'd ever been. But, that just made her look upset.)

(You cringe just thinking about it, truth be told.)

(You're still hungry.)

>>>

"Don't worry about a thing, then. Can I get you anything on the house? A croissant, maybe? . . . Incredible, incredible. I've never seen someone give such a look of disdain when offered croissant."

"A Pain Au Chocolate, then. Only monsters don't like Pain Au Chocola."

(You like those! You nod!!)

"Ha, one Pain Au Chocolate, coming up."

(You got the Pain Au Chocolate!! Yay!!)

(You know they're really, really bad for your stomach. But it's still warm! Smells of butter and chocolate. You try and restrain yourself with one small bite. But you're so hungry, it smells so good!! You take one bite, and another, and another!!)

". . . Not gonna lie, seeing a tiny one like you eat like a rabid beast. . . That was distrubing, but also weirdly satisfying."

(Haha, this was future Siffrins problem.)

>>>

(The Favor Tree looms above you.)

(You look around for a good leaf, one to represent you. You need it for the Favor Tree, after all.)

(A wish, a wish. . . Favor Trees must be popular around Vaugarde, these days. Everyone must be wishing for the same thing. So, why should you join them, then? What's one more wish on the pile. Something small. . .)

(You wish for. . .)

>>>

"Phew, Bonbon! That was DE-LI-CIOUS!!"

(It was really, really good!! You ate every bite on your plate! It was sooooo tasty, but now your tummy was feeling upset. Damn you, past Siffrin!! But, you could still eat more!!)

"Aw Siff, are you still hungry?" (Isabeau asks.)

"Frin, you ate a lot, huh!! You liked my cooking a lot, huh!!! Here, have some more food since you're so hungry and like my cooking so much."

(Bonnie gives you one (1) carrot slice. It smelled tasty!)

(Chomp.)

"Won't that give you a stomach ache? Nevermind that, how can you still eat after all that food?" (Odile asks, concerned.)

"I'm a growing kid!" (You reply, cheekily.)

"A growing kid that drinks achohol?!?"

"You're older than most of the people here?!?"

(You wink cutely.)

"I suppose we're lucky to get some meat for you all the way out here." (Odile sighs.) "What a strange diet you have."

(You shrug. You've always been like this.)

>>>

(You step into the House of Change. It feels. . . Wrong. You have a tingling on the back of your neck. A tingling you'd always get when something was "off.")

(A house frozen in time. A faint smell of sugar slicing through the air. It was strange, but still you were confident. You could smell your companions following you, step by step. Each as distinct as the next.)

(You're hungry again.)

(You smell a sadness ahead.)

>>>

(Huh?)

"Is something wrong, Siffrin?" (Asks Odile.)

(You look around. There, behind you, there was a flickering white. . . Star?)

"Did you see that light?" (You ask.)

"A light?" (Mirabelle looks concerned.)

"Something wrong, Sif?" (Isa adds.)

(You walk over to the light and point to it.)

". . . . . . ?"

(So they can't see it? It smelled of sugar.)

(You reach out and touch the light.)

>>>

(Traps? Traps?)

"A job for me then." (You say, cheekily.)

"It is your job."

"Protect us, trap master!"

(Not the first time you had to reassure Mirabelle. Time to look around.)

(You look around the room. Checking each wall, checking the floors, checking the pillars. You felt the brickwork for anything, a hidden switch, a pressure plate, anything. It all smelled of... Sugar, and old stone. Well maintained, it smelled of people too. You could smell. . . Fear, worry, no, no that was Mirabelles. She smelled of fear, it smelled. . .)

(You're hungry again.)

(There's nothing here. You can't find any switches, so. . .)

"So? So are we safe?? We're not safe, are we!! This is the death corridor!!! There must be a trap--"

(Oh come on now.) "There's nothing weird in here."

"But there must be!!"

"Aw, Mira. . ."

"Belle, Belle, don't worry about it. Frin isn't good at many things, but they know stuff about traps."

(Hey. . .)

"Right, if we can't trust the one who's supposed to lead us THIS early, this wont bode well for later."

(HEY--)

"But! But!"

"We're not dead yet." (You say, stepping through the hall.)

"W-well, that's true. . ."

"We HAVE been in this room for a while. . . And Siffrin has been walking everywhere. So if it was weight sensitive, it would have gone off by now."

"Exactly! It's all fine!!"

"Oh. . . Yeah, yeah okay! I'll believe you! Sorry for worrying, I'm a little on edge."

(You smile at them.) "We're good, Mira, see?" (You walk to the center of the room.)

"Everythings fine!"

(. . . . The back of your neck tingles. Somethings-)

(CRACK.)

(THUD.)

#idk if theres any content warnings i need to put here. but if there is LMK #new au. tee hee #isat #in stars and time #isat au #isat siffrin #isat fanfic #carrion!sif au #should i tag it as carrion too? probably #carrion #crossover #carrion game

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ret1cent · 3 months ago

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the space between (pt.3)

josh dun x fem reader

WC: 4,000+

“yeah, these things take forever, i especially am slow. but i realized that i need you and i wondered if i could come home”

warnings: conversation about a past abusive relationship (physically and mentally), brief mention of a panic attack, just a lil angst

a/n: yayy i’m finally getting this part out to yall! i’ll try to make sure part 4 comes out in a timely manner this time 😭😭 also sorry if this part seems to end a little abruptly! i planned to make it longer but decided to allocate that content to the next chapter

previous chapters

May 20th, 2016.

Me and Josh sat in the car, his hand on my shoulder as my breathing slowed and my tears slowly stopped.

“Are you ok?” he asks softly, his brown eyes locked on my own, studying me as I came down from the panic attack.

“Hardly.” I say with a soft laugh, wiping the tears off my face with my arm. “But I don’t assume you’re doing perfect either.” I say, circling the outline of my eye, referring to the red bruise that had started to appear around his eye.

He chuckles quietly. “This thing? I’ll be fine. I’m more concerned about you.” He says and I look away, rubbing the back of my neck.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” He asks carefully.

“No, not yet.” I admit.

“That’s ok. I understand.” he says with a sympathetic smile, trying to cover his worried demeanor. He looked away to buckle his seatbelt and put the car into drive.

“Hey… I’m sorry for all of this. You having to take a beating for me for no reason. And for the fact that I got all emo on you.” I say anxiously, looking down and picking at the skin around my fingers.

“Hey, no need to apologize.” He says with a side glance. “It wasn’t necessarily on my list of what I expected to happen today, but I think the day still went well in some ways.” He said sheepishly, referring to our rekindling. “And you don’t have to feel weird about getting emo on me.” He says, laughing at my phrasing. “That is not the first time you’ve cried on me. Plus, you’ve also helped me get through a lot of shit too.” He reminds me.

It was true. Throughout our friendship Josh had always been a source of comfort for me. I’ve cried on his shoulder through breakups, fights with friends, when the movies we watched were too sad… But it went both ways. Josh had a lot of issues with his anxiety and depression that became very prominent in our last year of friendship, I spent countless nights up with him star gazing on the roof or sitting with him on his bedroom floor talking out his inner battles.

“Where we headed?” I asked him as he takes a left turn.

“Well, you’re welcome to object I'm not trying to kidnap you or anything, but I was thinking maybe we could stop by my place so I can get cleaned up real quick and then maybe we can grab a bite to eat? All this stress made me hungry.” He says with a chuckle.

“Yeah, that sounds perfect actually, I’m starved.” I say gratefully, but feel a guiltiness stir in my stomach. Maybe it was wrong to go back to his place and get dinner together after everything that happened. Of course, me and Josh both knew we were just 2 friends reconnecting, but in the eyes of Logan I could see how me running to another man after our argument could make him feel that I was proving his suspicions…

Whatever. He didn’t deserve any of my remorse right now. Not after everything he’s done today. I deserved one stress day free with a friend.

I sit in the car, rolling down the window and leaning my head against my folded arms as wind flies past my face, my hair blowing along with it. Josh briefly looks over at the sight with a smile, turning up the indie rock station his radio was set to. Chocolate by the 1975 was playing, Josh continuing to look forward at the road. I hum to the song happily, admiring the canvas of the sky that had been painted a mix of yellow and orange, glints of the warm light emitting rays across the interior of the car. 

We drove in a comfortable silence, the music filling any space needed for conversation. I continued resting my head on the open window, looking on in admiration as we passed the streets of LA, the tall buildings shining as the sun cast a halo in the horizon. 

We eventually reached the uphill slopes of Mulholland Drive, driving until Josh reached a secluded neighborhood, the houses around all spacious and lavish. We get out of the car, and I look around at the large houses in awe. He led me towards his house, it standing tall with a dark wooden exterior and large glass panes that gave it a modern look similar to the houses surrounding it. The yard was full of plants and had a stone flooring with a trail of large slabs of white rock that led to the door. 

I take in the scenery in disbelief. Of course, I had been aware of how successful the boys had become. It was impossible to be an avid internet user, especially in the scape of Tumblr and not see anything about Twenty One Pilots. I heard Stressed Out or Ride on the radio every other day. But seeing Josh’s home like this after knowing him while he lived in a small house with 3 other dudes really put things into perspective. He unlocks the door, the two of us stepping inside. 

“Wassuppp I’m Josh, welcome to my crib.” He says holding his arms out pretending like he was on MTV Cribs. I laugh looking around the room, taking in the band and movie posters framed on the walls, the tall ceilings, the open white tiled kitchen with black leather padded barstools, the large cozy looking chairs in the front room and the large hidden spiral staircase that matched the wooden exterior of the home. “Josh this is amazing!” I say with a laugh of admiration. 

He rubs the back of his neck embarrassed and looking down with smile. “Thanks dude.” Despite his massive success, he still had the same amount of humbleness as when they first started, that’s a trait I can always appreciate. Josh peels off his zip up jacket, slightly wincing as the material slides against his skin. I watched him in concern, looking down at his elbows and seeing that they had been bruised and bleeding from the friction of falling back when he and Logan fought in the yard. 

“Where’s your first aid?” I asked. 

“Oh, don’t worry I'm fine.” he says with a smile, slightly startled by the fact I noticed his injury. 

“Please? You’re bleeding and you’ve been helping me all evening, let me help you.” 

“Ok fineee.” He says with a small smile. “It’s upstairs in the bathroom of my room, it’s to the right.” 

Josh wasn’t a stubborn person; he’s always been very agreeable. But when it comes to people offering him help, he always seems to have a weird sense of guilt about accepting it. I approached the spiral staircase, walking up until I was met with the long hallway. I turn right like Josh said and walk into the master bedroom. I tried not to spend too much time snooping around in there, but it was hard not to admire the whimsical decor around the room, along with the big windowpanes that offered a view overlooking the city. I walk into the open bathroom, opening the cabinet to find a little red first aid kit sitting there, next to countless skincare products. I had to give it to him, he’s incredibly well groomed. He’s always been that way; it was a refresher from hanging out in a group of 4 other guys who didn’t exactly meet his same hygiene standards. I grabbed the bottle of rubbing alcohol that sat next to the kit and headed back downstairs. 

“Sit.” I demand gently, pointing at the tall barstool. 

“Ok mom.” He says and I roll my eyes with a smile. 

I sit the kit on the counter and open it, pulling a cotton ball out, setting it next to the alcohol. I then walk over to the sink, ripping off a paper towel and slightly dampening it, pumping a bit of the foaming hand soap on it. 

“Gotta clean it off a little first.” I say in a soft focus, holding onto his arm while I gently rub the blood off, him wincing at the contact. I repeat the same for the other side, the dried blood now cleared from his elbows apart from the skinned parts that were still drawing a bit of blood. 

“I have to disinfect it so it might hurt a bit.” I warn him gently and he nods. I poured a bit of alcohol on the cotton ball, starting to clean the injury, the room quiet besides for his shaky breaths of pain. 

“I’m sorryyy.” I whine sympathetically while looking over at him, knowing that it probably stung a lot. 

“It’s ok, I know you’re just helping me.” He says gratefully, momentarily holding eye contact. 

I smile and look back down, finishing by putting wide Band-Aids on each side of his elbows. 

“Ok I think we’re done with that, now how about your eye?” I ask, standing taller as I study the bruise. I softly touch his face, him slightly flinching away at first but then coming back so I can study it more, him closing his eyes and leaning into my touch as I run my finger across it. 

“It hurts to the touch?” I ask him he nods slowly, me quickly removing my finger at the fact. I held his jaw, studying the reddening bruise that had slowly turned darker, hushed hints of purple sitting around the edges, him looking up at me with curious eyes.

“Yeah, it’s a black eye…” I say with an apologetic frown.  Before I had hoped it was only a little swelling, but thinking back to the force of the punch it was kind of impossible for Josh to have walked away without a black eye.

“Ah fuck.” He says, leaning his head back in defeat. “I have shows coming up too…”

“Hey, it makes you look badass.” I say, softly punching his shoulder playfully. “Plus, I’m sure the makeup team can handle it.” 

“Do I look like an awesome rowdy rockstar?” He asks, looking at me with a smile and I laugh. 

“Yes, absolutely.” I say and then walk over to his freezer, finding a blue gel icepack and wrapping it in a paper towel. “Here hold this to your eye for a bit.” I say and he takes it, holding it on the bruise. 

“You should’ve given me a bag of frozen peas.” He says and I chuckle. 

“Ah yes, a classic.” I walk over and grab my purse. “I wanna do my makeup real quick before we go, is there somewhere I could go?” 

“Yeah, there’s a guest bathroom further down, you can use any of the little travel toiletries if you want to, make yourself at home.” He says with a smile. 

I thanked him gratefully, heading to the bathroom and him going upstairs to freshen up. 

I look in the mirror, slightly startled by the sight of my cheeks that had turned puffy and reddened, along with my lips that had reddened around the edges from my crying. Yeesh, this is the face Josh has been looking at? Whatever, we’ve seen each other in much worse conditions and he’s a friend, it’s not like it mattered. I open the cabinet, thankful to see a little travel sized face wash and moisturizer like Josh had mentioned. I wash my face and do my makeup, enjoying the silence and repetitive motions. It was soothing.

Once I finish my makeup, I fan my face feeling the warmth of my sweater starting to radiate. Ugh, I needed to change. Maybe Josh had something? I felt bad asking, it feels like I'd be pestering considering the help he’s been giving me.

I walk out, seeing him sitting on the big, cushioned chair in the front room, scrolling on his phone. 

“Hey Josh?” 

“What’s up?” he asks, looking up with curious eyes. 

“Do you have like a shirt I could borrow or something?” I asked nervously, fidgeting with the soft material of my sweater. 

“Yeah of course! Is anything cool?” 

“Yes, I'm not picky at all.” I say apologetically. 

He runs upstairs and is gone for about 3 minutes, flipping through hangers in his closet. He comes back down with a shirt and flannel folded over his arm. “Are these ok?” He asks and holds out a gray NASA shirt, along with the red and black flannel. “I brought the flannel too just in case you get cold.” 

“Yes, that’s perfect.” I say with a smile at his thoughtfulness. I observe the NASA shirt. “You’re such a space nerd.” I say with a giggle. 

“Hey space is cool dude! it’s where all the aliens live.” He says with a goofy smile, and I roll my eyes. 

“Ok alien boy. Someone oughta shove you into a locker and take your lunch money!” I joked, him chuckling in response. 

“Yeah, being emo in high school kinda gives you that experience. Excepts I never got shoved into a locker I just got called gay.” He says, the both of us laughing.

“I never got the experience of being called gay for being emo but I didd frequently get accused of devil worship.” I say, reflecting on my high school experience as a teenager who looked like the epitome of Myspace.

“Yeah, being emo while going to a Christian high school in the early 2000’s was fun.”  He jokes. The two of us continued reminiscing until I remembered I had to change. When I slipped on his shirt in the bathroom, I couldn’t help but appreciate the scent of clean laundry mixed with the faint but lingering smell of his cologne. Maybe that was weird, but it was oddly comforting. 

I walk back into the front room, Josh looking up when he hears my footsteps padding against the floor. “Do I look like you now?” I ask, doing a spin to show off my outfit. 

“Yeah, you do. You rock the look.” He says with a chuckle.

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We were back in the car again, Josh taking us to a pizza place he loved in Studio City. The windows were rolled down, the cool air rushing into the car as we took turns playing our favorite songs for each other. Josh had said that we had 4 years of new music to catch up on, which he wasn’t wrong about. One of Josh and I’s biggest bonding points had always been sharing new music with each other.

“Ok my turn!” I say after his song choice ends and I grab his phone, go to Spotify and think about what newer songs I hadn’t played for him yet. I go to the album Night, Time, My Time by Sky Ferreira that was released months after Josh and I’s falling out. I click on my favorite song, ‘I will’.

“Ooo Sky Ferreira, I don’t know if I’ve heard this song before.” He says, nodding his head along to the beat.

“Ugh she’s my queen.” I say in admiration, leaning against the open window and he chuckles. “Try to teach me a lesson I'll keep I'll keep you guessing!” I shout the lyrics out the window and he shakes his head with a smile.

“Oh wow… you’re really jamming out over there huh?” he asks, looking me up in down in a pretend judgment.

“Hey, don’t act like you weren’t just playing air drums over there a song ago like we get it you’re a famous drummer.” I say with an eye roll, and he laughs.

“Yeahhh, I can’t argue with that one.” He says feigning cockiness.

We pulled up to the pizza place, the two of us walking inside. The aroma of cheese and baking bread wafted in my nostrils, making my stomach growl. Rock music faintly played in the background as I looked around at the stickers and posters covering the walls.

“You in the mood for any specific kind?” Josh asks, crossing his arms as he focuses on the menu.

“Anything you want! I’m hungry as hell.”

Josh ends up ordering a cheese pizza he likes from there with a mix of mushrooms and other veggies for us to share. We were sitting in the open patio area, wooden benches with fairy lights strung around, emitting a soft glow on our faces. We happily much on the pizza in a comfortable silence and for the first time in months I feel at peace.

Though it was comforting to have our friendship back, it felt like we were both ignoring the big conversation that needed to be had about what had happened between us, my situation with Logan and his with Sophia.

“Hey Josh, can I ask you something?” I asked him timidly, looking up from his pizza, continuing to chew.

He swallows before he answers. “Of course, what’s up?”

“What… happened with you and Sophia?”

He pauses, looking down at the table.

“I’m sorry.” I rushed out. “Is that too much? I’m sorry just forget I asked.”

He looks back up at me, the emotion in his hazel eyes being brought out by the shine of the lights.

“No, it’s ok. You deserve to know I just don’t even know where to start…”

I pause, looking up as I think. “How about the breakup… What lead up to it?” I ask. I had been vaguely aware of their breakup when it had first happened due to friends back home, but not the reasoning.

“Well, it was a buildup of all kinds of different things honestly. When we first started dating everything seemed perfect, more or so during the honeymoon phase. I thought she was cool, she was easy to get along with, she was pretty, and we had a similar music taste. But as the relationship started becoming long term I just started noticing more of her flaws, but they weren't normal. She became very controlling about who I would hang out with, she had to know exactly where I was going and for how long and if I was out any later, she’d lose it... You weren’t the only person she made me cut ties with, she made me cut ties with other women I was friends with along with people she simply thought were a ‘bad influence on me’, which really just meant my friends who wanted to take me out often.” He sighs and I look at him in sorrow. “I know I didn’t have to do anything she said. I just loved her and felt like I was being disloyal if I didn’t listen to her. And I had never been in a serious relationship before that. I just couldn’t tell right from wrong early on enough.”

“I understand that feeling.” I say softly, reflecting on my past relationships and my current one with Logan.

He looks up at me with a nod, understanding what I was implying. “She would just say all kinds of awful shit to me, she always made me feel like I was the unreasonable one for being upset with the inordinate rules she was setting for me. I always wanted to feel like I was good enough for her, but I was never going to meet her standards. I don’t think anyone could.”

“Of course not, it’s completely insane to put that kind of pressure on anyone. And her making you cut off huge sources of support for you, it's a manipulation tactic...” I say, anger bubbling inside my stomach at the thought.

“Yeah, I think her issue was that she needed to be in control of everything she could be because she felt like she didn’t have control of her own life... It was an exhausting dynamic.” he says, shaking his head.

I think of the question I had been wanting to ask, hesitating as I open my mouth. “When you said she would get physical with you…” I start, not knowing how to continue.

“Yeah um…” He starts, looking down. I slowly reach out to hold his hand on the table, squeezing it gently. He laughs softly, recognizing the gesture, in the past it had been a soothing sign of reassurance or support between us in hard moments.

“You remember that?” he asks softly, squeezing my hand in return before I let go.

“How could I forget?” I ask and he smiles, a silence lingering before he sighs.

“Basically, we had a lot of blow out fights, screaming matches and whatnot. Of course, I wasn’t perfect either, I shouldn't have been yelling like that...” He says in remorse, closing his eyes as he runs his hand across his face. “But she just brought out the worst parts of me. Parts I hadn’t ever seen before. And when we’d have these big arguments, it wasn’t abnormal for her to slap, shove me, throw things at me... That kind of stuff.”

My chest feels heavy as I take this information in, shaking my head in disbelief. “Did you ever tell anyone?” I ask cautiously.

“No, not until now. I never felt actively endangered. I was fully aware it was a situation I could get out of, I just couldn’t gain the strength to leave her... Plus, I had the means to defend myself if I needed to. I just didn’t, I can’t even imagine hurting anyone I love like that, nonetheless a woman. So, I kept letting her get away with it, of course I tried to talk to her about it to try get it to stop, but it never really did until I left.” He said, a heaviness hanging in the air.

I get up in silence, him looking at me in confusion. I walk over to his side of the bench and sit down, wrapping my arms around him. He stiffens up at first but then melts into the hug.

“I’m so sorry.” I whispered, pulling back to look at him.

“It’s ok now. It’s the past.” He says gently.

“I know but I should’ve been there for you…”

“I didn’t let you be there for me.” He reminds me.

I lean back against the table, looking up at the sky in silence. He grabs a slice of the pizza, continuing to eat and looking up with me in.

We walk back to the car quietly, a sadness lingering between us. He holds the door open for me and I thank him quietly, wondering what was going through his mind. Talking about this stuff must’ve been beyond difficult for him. Once we were settled into the car, I plugged in my phone to play music this time. I wanted to try to cheer him up somehow.

“I’m gonna DJ this time and I'll be doing some throwbacks.” I say, typing in songs to add to the queue.

“Oh yeah?” He asks in interest.

“Uhhuh.” I say in response as the intro to Ohio Is For Lovers by Hawthorne Heights begins and he chuckles softly.

“Holyyy shit I can’t remember the last time I’ve heard this song.” He says, his pearly teeth shining as he smiled, looking back so he could reverse. He hums to the intro contently.

He turns onto the main road, the lights of the city sparkling under the moonlight.

“Hey there, I know it’s hard to feel like I don’t care at all...” Josh sings in a dramatic emo accent, making me giggle.

“Where you are and how you feel with these lights as off as these wheels...” I sing back in the same tone.

The two of us continue singing as he slows down to a stop light, us yelling the chorus together.

“Because you kill me, you know you do you know you do!” We shout, him grasping onto my shoulders and me doing the same. The light turns green, and we burst into laughter over our dramatic performance, him focusing his attention back on the road.

Today's been a mess, but this wasn’t a bad way to end it at all. I look over and smile softly as I watch him continuing to sing. This is nice. This is the first time in months I’ve felt like I’m where I’m meant to be. Ever since the moment Josh showed up at my doorstep today, I've felt this euphoric feeling of belonging. It was a feeling I never actively thought about missing, but now that I had it again it was impossible to think how I was living without it. It’s not something I’m willing to let go of again, and if I had to fight to keep that feeling so be it. I was snapped out of my thoughts when the song changed and Josh cheered, recognizing it as one of his old favorites. I giggle and continue to sing with him again.

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Into the Night

Part 1

"Fun? That thing almost killed me", annoyed you groaned and exhaled. Trying to get rid of your anger that started to dwell up. "Up there or as it fell down?", Quaritch cleaned his knife by pulling it across his pants, getting rid of the blood before putting it back where it belonged. He walked around the dead body of the Thanator towards you. Looking you up and down. "Are you okay, L/N?", your look was cast down and you nodded. Looking around the ground you found your weapon and looked it over. Together the two of you looked up from where you came, there was no way you could climb up there. Quaritch, possible, you? No way. Not with you body hurting like being run over by a few of those Pandora horses. Out of your earpiece you could hear the concerned yet amused voice of Winefleet. "Is everything ok? Should we come down Sir?", Quaritch seemed to think for a second before shaking his head and answering them. "No, continue your way up top. We will find our own way out here. We meet up there again", he then looked back down to you with a smirk.

"Guess it's us two now.", he said as he turned to walk in one of the two direction you two had. Your eyes wandered back to the Thanator. "Shouldn't it have just ran when it noticed we are too many? I thought they only attack single people.", you checked quickly that you hadn't lost anything on your person on your way down before jogging after Quaritch. "Probably was hungry, that thing looked thin. Maybe it was sick", he sounded desinterested. While you felt sad for the animal for being killed. While it did try to kill you, you think that it didn't deserve to die itself. It just acted on it's instincts. And because of those instincts you were now stuck with Quaritch.

You two walked in silence through the 'valley', him in front and you securing your twos back. The animals made their noises and you could hear branches snap and foliage being moved. A little on edge you looked into almost every direction possible and your gun pointed towards every possible new danger. When you could hear Quaritch snicker in front of you, your jumped a little bit before staring into his back angrily. "This is not funny. I'm like an easy snack for anything here.", and this was true. For any predator here you were like a midnight snack, especially with darkness slowly coming and ringing in the night. Your eyes were glued to the back of his, maybe if you stared long enough you could make him fall over. From your point of view you could see his ears move, flipping towards any sort of noise that was coming and if you were honest to yourself, it did look kind of cute.

"If there was something stalking us, I could hear it miles away.", he said carefree, maybe with a hint of pride. This though made you snicker now. "Yea, I noticed when that Thing chased us down here.", you rolled your eyes and as his ears flicked backwards in a more angry notion your had to stifle your grin. His tail was flicking from side to side now a little agitated. "It didn't kill us, didn't it?", Quaritch did sound a tiny bit angry now. Silence fell upon you two again and with every step you could feel your body more and more before you stopped to stretch you back. Quaritch walked a few steps further before coming to a standstill himself and turning around to look at you. His eyes wandered up and down your figure, looking like he was in thought. "We should take a break", he said with a notion of annoyance but you swore you could hear something else out. A hint of care. "I'm fine, we can continue. The others will probably already wait for us.", you let out with a shrug of your shoulders as you took a few steps again but came to a halt right in front of him.

"They are big boys, they should be able to manage themselves. You'r still hurt from the fall and in a state like this you are just dead weight.", he said in his usual tone of command and the last few words did hurt a bit. You stared up at him as if you could read his mind but his face looked stern as he simply looked down at you and withstood your stare. You pressed your lips together and nodded. "Fine, just a little break will be enough", you accepted your defeat. He was right. Your body still felt banged up and sure, you could still tag along but who knows what else could be waiting for you two here.

You two looked around for a bit before finding a crevice in one of the walls big enough to accommodate the two of. It was like a little cave with vines falling down partly in front of the entrance, enough to give you a little bit of cover at least. Though it was high up in the air. high enough even that you couldn't easily climb up there so Quaritch had to give you help. He grabbed you under your armpits and just picked you up. Like you weighted nothing to him he held you up so you could climb into the hole. Inside it was at least dry and the ground was okay. It was hard but if you laid down your backpack under you you should be able to partly sit comfortable. You scooted up to the back of the hole as far as possible as Quaritch first threw his backpack in. A bit carelessly that it almost hit you. "Watch out.", you exclaimed in a huffy tone as you pulled the backpack towards you to make space for him as he climbed in. He positioned himself so that the entrance was now blocked off and you were trapped in between him and the back wall. Since it was now becoming even darker you dug around your pack to find a lamp before remembering you had put it on one of the straps.

As you turned on the light to be able to see at least something, you looked up towards him and could see him blinking. Blinking quite a lot as if the light was blinding him. He looked away from you and back outside. "You okay?", you asked a bit amused. He turned around again but his eyes were squinted a bit as if the light was truly blinding him a bit. Like a cat that was peacefully sleeping in a room and it's own just came barreled in and turned on the light.

"Yes.", he huffed. "I'm taking over the first shift.", he looked back outside, completely ignoring your attempts to have him look back at you. "Is the light blinding? Say do you have super vision now?". fascinated you leaned forward to try and see his face. Right now you threw professionalism out the window as the curiosity of a little child seemed to take over. Only barely you could see him roll his eyes and huff out annoyed. His ears pinned backwards. "Take your damn rest now.", he said annoyed, turning towards and using one of his free hands to put it up on the top of chest, slightly cupping you throat and pushing you backwards. While there was a certain force in that push to actually get you to move he seemed to be also extremely careful. A sort of softness you didn't expect from him.

"Fine.", you nestled yourself into your corner as comfortable as you could get. Using his and your backpack as a sort of cushion. Your eyes were fixated onto him as a comfortable silence fell between the two of. Now with sitting here like that you actually felt your body now and how good it felt to just relax a bit. With a click you turned out the light in the end and closed your eyes. Maybe a little nap will be helpful.

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