#she had to keep my mouth close and my chin up bc i almost threw up

[mynameisbillandimaheadcase]

My parents should have known that I am autistic from the way I'm not able to take medications

I'm talking about throwing up bc I couldn't handle the texture and intense flavor as kid

[darthwheezely]

for your 100 celebration (congrats btw❤❤) 🌅 as harry potter characters?? and could i ask for a 🍑 with first time with fred maybe 😳😳🥺 thank you!!! love youuuu so much and you deserve this so so much :')))

Jess, you own my ovaries, dude, of course

@slytherinsunrise as captain daddy Freddie bombastic Weasley (owo love you mami)

@gcdric as George “I sleepkick” Weasley

@vogueweasley as Ginny Weasley

@theweasleyslut as Ron Weasley

@loony-loopy-lupinn as UWU JAMES POTTER BC WE HAVE THE SAME ENERGIES

@pansydaisy as Lily Potter

@lumosandnoxwriting as Harry Potter

@oh-for-merlins-sake as Fleur Delacour because mI GENTEEEEEEEEEEEEE ATE AND LEFT NO CRUMBS

YOU AS HARMONICA GRANGER I LOVE YOU SO MUCH

First time with Freddie - I may definitely have gone overboard and done a one shot whoops that’s whatcha get Im a whore for this oops again

Fred had spent the last indefinite minutes with his body pressing yours against the door. When he touched you, he held you like you were a porcelain doll, afraid to break you if he pulled you too hard or hurt you too soon. His lips pressed slow and plush open kisses down your neck and inching towards the strenuous texture of your collarbone, drawing goosebumps and soft breaths from you wherever his head dipped. He moaned against you, as you threaded your fingers through his fiery hair and yanking quickly. He pulled his head back up and kissed you briefly.

“Y/N, angel, are you sure? We don’t have to you know that right, you know I could kiss you to oblivion-“

“I know I just...” you slid one of your hands to one of his belt loops and pulled him, his torso almost falling onto you as he braced himself with his arm by your head. You bit your lip and teased his earlobe

“...I need you now, Freddie my love.” And that did it, he pushed his mouth onto you, you opening it just enough to let his tongue slide inside and he pulled back just inches enough to say “jump.” You did so, and wrapped your legs onto his waist as he carried you to the bed.

He looked up at you for consent and started to pull down your stockings and removing your shoes, kissing up your legs and sucking on your inner thighs. You moaned, pulling his hair and feeling a reactive groan against your skin. “Patience, darling...I want to take my time with you.” He continues to nibble at your skin as he gets to your core, sliding your panties to the side and slipping his index finger into your heat. You arch your back and he smiles at you thinking god, she is gorgeous how did I get to be with this goddess of a woman before me- and soon he’s slipping another finger inside you causing you to moan lewdly , the wet sounds and your throaty moans filling the room.

“Is this okay, Y/N, babygirl?”

“Yes, Freddie it’s so...you’re so good” he perks up kissing your clothed clit causing a small whimper as he looks at you for confirmation. “Freddie please just take them off?”

“Take what off, angel” he stroked your folds.

“Everything, fuck, take it all off.” He laughed softly at that, crawling on top of your body and pulling you up to him by your tie, bunching it in his fist, but cradling your head with his left hand. “Tell me if I’m getting to rough with you love, hmm?” You gulped and nodded, and Fred tried to kiss everything that moved. He pulled away leaving you with a small whine as he began to unbutton your shirt and kissing every section of skin where your breasts heaved and moved under his touch. You arched your back into his iron hands and he started to bite feverishly, like it were his last time alive. His hand pressed to your back nimbly unclapsed your bra and he whispered a harsh “godric, you are fucking glorious” and immediately began to bite and pull at the top of your breasts, taking a hard nipple into his mouth while he flicked and ghosted over the other one.

Your body heaved under his embrace and while you released high pitched whines of his name, you started to buck up onto him too. He moaned against your skin and got rougher with your breasts for another moment before trailing down to your core. He pulled off your skirt and, while looking at you, pulled the waistband of your panties with his mouth, discarding them across the room. He pulled your legs closer to him, kneading at the bottoms of your thighs.

“Fuck, you are...so” he pressed a kiss to one thigh. “So” to your other thigh, looked into your eyes, and began to suck on your clit “beautiful.” “Freddie, please” you writhed and moaned, his mouth attached to you murmuring sweet nothings against you, the vibrations only slicking your heat further. He finally slid his tongue in and wrapped around you, causing a tight tug to his head, eliciting a deep harsh moan from him that got sent straight up your core. You moaned his name again and begged. “What does my angel want? Use your words, Y/N”

“Freddie, please” you whined again, and he nodded, smiling he sent a finger back in you and began to thrust at a fast pace. “Love, you are so perfect wrapped around me. Come for me, Y/N, be as loud as you want, angel.” And you came undone around him, your body sent into heavenly release as you unraveled the way you needed to. You whined as he slid his finger away, but bit back a moan as he sucked it clean.

“Are you sure you want to keep going? We can stop. I promise, love I just want to make sure you’re happy.” He but his lip looking at you softly, taking in your angelic body laying on his bed ready to take his cock. You sat up on the bed, and once again pulled him towards you - but you grabbed something else instead and only barely did you ghost him that his hips started to combust.

“Y/N, love-“

“Freddie, I need you inside me right now.” You slid your hand to his clothed bulge and rested your chin on top of his v line. “Pleeeaaase?” He smiled softly shakinf his head. He held your hair and grabbed the hand that had began to pal him softly and kissed each knuckle and your palm. “You make the rules, gorgeous.” He chuckled as he placed a kiss to the top of your head. “Lean back for me, my love, okay? Relax and let me do all the work. You deserve a perfect time and I...I want to know you’re happy and okay.” You had fully leaned back as he talked to you and you mouthed at him “I love you” prompting him to speed up the removal of his clothes, his hardened cock hitting his stomach and drawing your attention there. Sensing your nervousness, he pounced on you giving you playful kisses all over your face and making you laugh, but as soon as he saw your breasts bouncing prettily in front of him he pressed a serious and deep kiss to you as he positioned himself at your entrance.

“Ready, angel?” he clasped one of your hands in his and tilted your head upwards with his chin, giving you a soft kiss. He waited until you nodded and then slid deliciously into you. You hissed at the feeling of being filled, and Fred stilled and gave you gentle kisses to your shoulders and neck, praising you and your body until you felt ready for him to move. You had felt him start to throb inside you to which you said “Freddie, please”

He pulled halfway out, and then sheathed himself back in, your body arching into him again, his hand finding your lower back to brace his angle. His rhythm was slow, and deep, but passionate at one time. He was obsessed with the way your body was rhythmically pressing up into him as he dipped further and further into you, the only sounds filling the room being your soft moans and his hoarse groans into your skin.

“Is this feeling good, gorgeous?”

“God, you’re so good Freddie, you fill me up so well” he moaned and grabbed one leg to hitch onto his hips, causing you to jerk up in pleasure as he started to course faster into you. “Like that, angel? You want more?” “Please, Freddie, give it to me good” that was all it took for him to hike your other leg up prompting a loud whine from you, skin slapping faster as he was finding ways to bring you another high, the mattress feeling a hundred feet deep as his body was delectably pushing itself into yours, sinking himself ever further in you. He felt you clench around him and threw his head back briefly in pleasure.

“Come for me, my love”

“Freddie-“

“Yes, baby, I’m right here, I’m ready for you” and with that your body sent a shockwave of heat seemingly everywhere as you again came unraveled around him, and Fred felt himself losing control as well, his thrusts and bottoming out becoming sloppy and less dutiful.

“Freddie, come inside me”

“Love, are you sure?”

“Yes, I’m so sure just please Freddie I’m gonna come again please, baby” and the feeling of your hands in his hair yanking forward and the way your legs tensed around him and the ay you begged him, had him instantly release into you, hips slowly rolling to help him ride out his high. Kissing you deeply he pulled out of you, but he rolled onto his side still holding you, he pulled one of your legs on top of his and held you close.

“Was i- was that-“ before he could say anything else, you kissed him slowly and lovingly, feeling him sigh into your mouth.

“It was, yes.” He smiled softly. “Y/N, I love you. Like this, not like thsi I just...I love you.” He cupped your cheek and rubbed it with his thumb.

“And Freddie, my love, I love you.”

[newtonsheffield]

Molly!!! I woke up and was so happy Motherhood was already up; had a read and now I’m bawling 😭😭😭 Mary is such a treasure! I’m kinda glad you didn’t write about her when Thomas was gone bc I wouldn’t be able to handle it. But her relationship with him was so beautiful, I felt everything especially when she visits his grave. Can’t say I love it enough tbh.

Now I know Mary talked to Anthony in the hospital about his intentions with Kate, as well as when baby Mary was born, but is there any other time when she and Anthony have another heart to heart? I don’t have any specific things in mind, I just love them two together; they are wonderful to start with but they are such great Kate supporters I can’t have enough of them! Thank you for creating this universe I love love love it!

Hello!!!!

I’m so glad you enjoyed our little look into Mary’s head! I have to say, I didn’t put in a segment about Kate immediately after her father died because I felt like Dormant was so raw(???) in a way for them all that it took a lot from me to write it (if that’s not too pretentious to say). And I honestly couldn’t do that to them again, so I settled for having Thomas Sheffield only from a distance. So maybe you could feel the hole he left in their lives but not too much of the pain it caused. Maybe I was successful, I don’t know. 

Okay! My favourite part of this fic is the time Mary spends with Anthony! And I think, honestly, Mary might be even more Pro Anthony than Edwina is. Let’s take a little look at that hey?

Mary couldn’t help but follow Kate and Anthony with her, watching them closely across the room at Edwina’s birthday party. Anthony had his arms wrapped around Kate from behind, his chin resting on the top of her head, their fingers intertwined, swaying slightly in time to the music as they spoke to Anthony’s sister Daphne and her fiancé Simon. Anthony ducked his head, whispering in Kate’s ear and she threw her head back, laughing, her nose wrinkling in delight, Anthony’s eyes shining with delight, so brightly Mary could see it even all the way across the room and it made her breath catch in her chest.    

That was the thing about Kate and Anthony, every time they were together they were... magnetic. Perfectly in sync, their postures shifting together, one adjusting to the other automatically, effortlessly. Mary had watched, just last week as Anthony had tried to cut his omelette with one hand (his other clasped in Kate’s) and Kate, not even looking at him steadily continuing her conversation with Edwina had put her own fork down to steady it while he cut. And Kate was so happy all the time now, laughing and smiling, her hand intertwined with his. 

Mary had asked her daughter, over a month ago now  “Katie, you and Anthony... sweetheart this is it for you isn’t it?” and Kate had stilled, her lip caught between her teeth nervously, her eyes darting around as she nodded, almost embarrassedly. “I think so?” Her voice tilting upwards as though it were a question, and then slowly, “Would it... do you think it would be okay if it were?” seeking approval for something that made her so happy. The thought made Mary’s heart ache for her daughter.  “Kate, I think it would be amazing if it were.” And Kate’s answering smile had stolen something from Mary’s chest just like the first time she’d seen it all those years ago.

She watched now as Anthony kissed her daughter’s cheek untangling his arms from her, squeezing her hand once more before he made his way towards the bar smiling at Mary when he found himself next to her.  “Enjoying yourself Mary?” He said, smiling lightly, as he ordered his drinks. “Of course, the girls are having a good time.” She said, nodding at Edwina who seemed to have dragged Anthony’s brother Benedict very begrudgingly to the dance floor. “I’ll slip out soon and they’ll barely notice.” Anthony hummed. “To be fair, I don’t think Kate would notice if I disappeared at this point. She might be a little tipsy.” He said with the softest smile on his face, that Mary’s heart leapt. 

Mary laughed “We both know that’s not true.” Anthony smiled, his ears turning a little red. “Anthony I’ve been meaning to talk to you for a while.” Anthony froze, his eyes darting to Mary’s, wide, panicked. “No, don’t worry, I’m not about to scare you away from Kate.” Mary rushed to reassure him and he relaxed ever so slightly, though his eyes were guarded.  “I really just want to thank you, I suppose. The world hasn’t been very kind to Kate, she lost her mother so young, and then her father and she wasn’t always kind to herself either.” Mary said gently, meaning to continue, but Anthony interrupted  “She had you though.” his voice gentle, tears stung at Mary’s eyes but she forced herself to continue.  “Even so, she was so lonely, shut herself off. But watching her with you; She’s so different, so happy Anthony and I know you’re too thank.” Mary finished, smiling though tears stung at her eyes. Tears were shining in Anthony’s eyes now as well. 

“I love your daughter, Mary. I told you the first time we met that I thought she was incredible and that’s even more true tonight than it was then. I want to spend the rest of my life loving her if she’ll let me.” He said it so simply, earnestly and Mary felt a surge of affection for this man who loved her daughter so desperately. “I’m glad I wasn’t wrong about you Anthony. And I’m very proud to have you in my family.” Mary choked out, smiling at her daughter’s boyfriend, who grinned back, his ears still a little red, he opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted by Kate wrapping her arms tightly him, swaying lightly. “Anthony!” Kate slurred just a little, her eyes a little unfocused, not noticing Mary “There you are! I’ve been looking for you!” She yelled, her hands snaking under Anthony’s shirt as he cast an apologetic look in Mary’s direction valiantly trying to swat her hands away. Mary bit her lip to hold in a laugh. Kate groaned  

“Anthonyyyyyy! You are soooo pretty! It makes me feel very very warm.” Kate was saying.  “Kate, as much as I enjoy the direction the conversation is taking, your mum is right there.” Anthony said gently, sending Mary another apologetic look. Kate’s eyes widened slightly as they slid to her. “Mary! Hi!” Kate said loudly wrapping her arms tightly around her, “Mary, Isn’t Anthony so pretty? Mary, I love him. And he’s so pretty! Tell him to dance with me!” Mary couldn’t help but laugh, pushing her daughter’s hair back from her face.  “Yes, Katie, Anthony’s very pretty.” Kate grinned in response, Mary turned towards Anthony “Well go on, don’t keep her waiting, Anthony. Take her on the dance floor please.” She said smiling as Kate whooped dragging Anthony towards where sister was already dancing. Just as he left Anthony smiled at Mary one last time and said  “She loves you too Mary, don’t forget that.” 

This got so long, and I’m very sorry! 

[lonelyboxpet]

little wolf

chapter six: Friends

cw: non-human whumpee, monster whumpee, slight noncon touching? (hugging Pet even though its scared), self-depreciation / negative self talk, brief mention of past punishments, implied being forced to fight in the past, some cuddling n fluff bc Pet deserves it

tagging: @whumpthisway @carolinethedragon @thehurtsandthecomfurts @oracle-of-maybe

A week passed by and Pet started to get used to its new life, or at least it looked like it. Pet was still skinny and visibly starved, but it was starting to look slightly better, and it flinched less when he touched it.

He took it on a few walks in the local park, knowingly choosing the least busy route to make sure not to frighten Pet by the attention it would be getting if they walked through a more frequented part. He wondered if it's able to use its wings, but they haven't tried it yet.

Javier decided that it was about time to show his new companion to his friends. Pet seemed anxious about it, but he reassured it it will be alright.

,,They´re gonna love you,” he said and ruffled Pet´s grey fur, ,,don´t worry. They can act like a bunch of crackheads, but they´re friendly. You´re gonna get along, little one.”

Pet pressed its head into Master´s palm and desperately hoped that he´s right.

It watched him prepare cookie dough and clean the apartment from its cage, a little nervous that it can´t help him. Master noticed that.

,,Hey, little one, do you think you can, eh, hold this pillow for a bit? I need to vacuum the couch cause there are crumbles everywhere and, i don´t wanna leave it on the floor.”

Pet perked up and hurried to help him, happy that it could finally do something. Master chuckled and handed it a pillow.

,,Here. Hold it.”

Pet slowly opened its mouth and took the pillow gently, careful not to accidentally lick it. Master would be surely mad if the pillow got all soaked up with its saliva.

,,Great, buddy, you´re helping me so much,” Javier praised it with a big grin as he got out all the crumbles from the depths of his couch. ,,Perfect. Thank you, little one.”

He took the pillow from Pet´s mouth and Pet quickly stepped aside so it wouldn't get in the way.

They cleaned the rest this way - Javier always asked Pet to hold something, while he did the rest, and the creature seemed a bit less anxious when he put it into use. They were done pretty quickly and Javier then took out the cookies from the oven, letting them cool on the rack. He glanced on the watch on his wrist and then looked at Pet.

,,They should arrive soon, little one,” he smiled.

Pet softly chirped, its feathers a little ruffled. It was nervous.

Master crouched next to it and Pet quickly lowered, keeping its eyes down. Master softly lifted its chin and scratched it gently.

,,There´s nothing to be afraid of,” he reassured. ,,If it's too much for you, you can simply go and hide in my bedroom, okay? I won't be mad.”

Pet nodded. Hiding in Master's bedroom sounded so tempting, but it knew that Master wanted to show it off and it didn't want to disappoint him. It quietly whined. Master smiled and scratched its ears.

,,Good pet.”

Pet felt a warm swirling feeling in its stomach when he praised it. A purr escaped its throat. It half-closed its eyes and enjoyed Master´s touch.

The doorbell rang and Pet flinched, instantly becoming scared again. Its fur bristled and it curled up, looking at the door anxiously.

,,Don´t worry, pal. It'll be okay, alright?” Master repeated and got up, leaving to open the door. Pet clinged to the side of the couch and started shivering, waiting for Master and his friends to arrive.

,,Javi! Hey, bro, we haven't seen you for so long!”

,,Where's the pet? Oh my god, I need to see it, now!”

,,Dude, I missed you so much…”

The voices filled the apartment, loud and warm, and Pet shuffled a little, anxious to meet Master´s friends. It waited while they were taking their clothes and shoes off in the hall, and then, then they finally came in and saw Pet.

One of them, a girl with long, straight brown hair and a few bleached strands, and big dangly golden earrings, instantly squeaked and launched herself forward on the Pet. The creature whined in fear and flinched, quickly pulling away and trying to retrieve, but the girl threw herself around Pet´s neck and hugged it too tightly.

,,Awwww, Javi! It´s so huge and fluffy! Oh my god!!”

Pet squirmed and whimpered when the brunette basically shouted into its ear in a high-pitched tone, but she didn´t let go. Pet knew it shouldnt pull away or resist any touch, but, this was so scary and the girl wouldnt let it go and her strong perfume was making it hard to breathe and-

,,Sidi, leave it, its scared as fuck.”

Master´s warm hands saved Pet from the girls - Sidi - clutch. Sidi frowned at Javier, but she left Pet alone. The creature tried to muffle its whines, clinging to Masters legs like its life depended on it.

,´m sorry, little one,” he softly ruffled its fur and Pet pressed its head into his palm, ,,I should´ve known Sidi would be excited.”

Pet just whimpered, unable to move.

Master crouched next to it, his big warm hand resting on Pets back. He looked at the other two people.

,,So, this is Tee,” he said softly, ,,They brought you something, as a gift.”

Tee grinned a little. They had short, messy red hair, and wore a red crop top with a fishnet and black jeans, as well as a dark red leather jacket.

,,Tara brought the gifts,” they corrected Javier and slowly approached the Pet, giving it time and space, in stark contrast with Sidi's previous behavior, ,,I forgot.”

,,Okay, so Tara brought you something,” chuckled Javier.

Tara was taller then Tee, and she had dark brown, almost black hair in a ponytail. She was wearing a hoodie and her lip and eyebrow were pierced. Now she smiled and slowly extended a hand towards Pet, waiting for it to sniff it before she ran her fingers through its thick fur.

,,I brought you some treats,” she said. Pet blinked a few times, confused. Treats? Weren´t treats meant for… Normal, good pets? Pets who were actually cute and pretty and not… monsters?

Tara reached in her pocket and pulled out a plastic packet. Pet flicked its ears as she opened it, reached inside and offered it a small piece of something that smelled very, very good.

Pet anxiously glanced at Master.

,,Go for it, buddy,” he assured it. ,,You can take it.”

Pet slowly, carefully brought its nose to Tara´s palm, waiting to be slapped. Tara smiled at it. ,,It´s all yours,” she said softly.

Pet nervously opened its mouth a bit, reaching for the treat, trying its best not to get its saliva all over Tara´s palm. It took the treat and chewed it softly, surprised by how crunchy and tasty it is. It chirped a little and Tara giggled. ,,So cute.”

Pet´s ears flicked. Was it?

,,Have you named it yet?” asked Tee and scratched behind Pet´s ear. Pet gratefully leaned to their touch, desperate to prove that Tara was right.

,,No,” admitted Javier. ,,Haven´t thought about it yet.”

,,Can I name it?” Sidi perked up. ,,It looks like a… Bella. I would call it Bella.”

Tee rolled their eyes. ,,C´mon, Sidi, look at how cool it is. You can´t just call a giant winged wolf Bella.”

Sidi scoffed and stuffed a cookie in her mouth.

,,Do you know anything about its previous owner?” Tara asked as she wrapped her arm around Tee´s shoulders and sat on the couch.

,,I just know that it was a huge dick,” shrugged Javier and headed over to the kitchen corner to make them coffee. ,,Pet ended up kinda traumatized.”

Sidi scoffed again. ,,Traumatised? Dude, its a fucking scary, probably dangerous creature. Of course he had to be strict with it.”

,,How could it be dangerous?” argued Javier and Pet shivered when it sensed the slight tone of anger in his voice. ,,I mean, look at it, Sidi. It almost had a heart attack when you jumped at it. It could´ve bite you or scratch you and it did nothing. I'm pretty sure that it wouldn't hurt a fly.”

Pet for once wished it could speak. It wanted to tell them the things Old Master did to make sure it would never, never hurt him, or even think about hurting him. He made it hurt others, though. It hated that. It didn´t want to cause harm, it just- it just wanted to be good. But that girl, Sidi, was right. Old Master had to be strict. It deserved that. It was still just a beast, a potentional threat, and Old Master made sure it would never try to hurt its owner or his friends.

It curled up next to its cage, far enough from the couch to not annoy Master´s friends. Tara turned on the TV and they started watching a movie. Javier waited till the coffee was done and brought it over to the couch, sitting next to Sidi, who instantly clinged to him. Javier sighed, Pet could sense he was uncomfortable, but he didn´t push the girl away. He turned to Pet and it lowered.

,,Come here, little one,” he suggested. ,,You can watch it with us.”

Pet wasn´t sure. It didn´t want to bother them, but Master ordered it to come, so it did without a second thought. Master ruffled its fur and then patted a place next to him.

,,C´mon, up, little one.”

Pet obeyed and curled up next to his side, purring softly when he put his arm around it.

Sidi chuckled. ,,Little one?” she repeated. ,,That thing is all kinds of stuff, but definitely not little.”

Javier shook his head. ,,It likes that nickname. And I like it too.”

Pet flinched when it heard the stern warning in his voice. It clinged to his side, pressed its head into his hand and hoped it would never do anything that would make Master use this tone on it.

[prfctparis]

Red Jell-O and A Trip to the Healers

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summary: in which mace windu spends part of night with two of the most stubborn kids in the jedi order. if he had any hair, they might make him go gray within the hour.

a/n: ok so basically, lately my mind has been super duper focused on my star wars au (which exists solely in my head right now) where anakin doesn’t turn to the dark side mostly bc he has a little sister (aka my oc zariza) and other factors, and instead of rambling about that for paragraphs on end i’ll just say: this is a drabble/one shot thing that takes place in that au, but years before the clone wars begins. if you’re curious, and if i did my math right, anakin is 14 here and zariza is 10. but yeah, hope u enjoy reading this!

Master Jedi Mace Windu stares at the young girl with a carefully blank expression. The youngling – an initiate, no older than ten, if he remembers correctly – stares back, almost as if she is daring him to say something, which… Doesn’t surprise him. Not in the slightest. This is Skywalker Number Two, after all, and even though she is much quieter than her older brother, she no doubt causes as much mayhem as he does.

He just wants a snack. He ran out of them in his own quarters. Looking at the young girl, something tells him he won’t be getting the snack.

Mace refrains from sighing.

This is not how he thought his night was going to go.

“Initiate Skywalker,” he begins, hoping it comes off as a greeting than a silent reprimand. “What a coincidence it is seeing you here.”

Her dark eyes narrow the slightest bit. The expression simultaneously looks like Anakin yet nothing like him at all.

Honestly, though he is loath to admit it, sometimes he forgets the two are brother and sister. After all, they hardly look anything alike – different fathers, he remembers Master Healer Che explain to him and the Council members when they were wondering if they were actually related. Anakin has blond hair that is bleached light from his years on Tatooine yet now is slowly darkening with age, and bright blue eyes and tanned, fair skin, whereas his sister has wild and wavy dark brown hair that almost looks black with eyes to match, and light brown skin. She also has abnormally sharp canines for a human – no doubt a hint at whatever type of alien race that is in her blood; they have yet been able to figure it out.

They both do that damn stubborn chin tilt thing, though.

It can be…aggravating, to say the least, when someone is trying to get them to do something and they don’t want to.

Mace gives into sighing when she doesn’t budge. “Zariza,” he tries again, “what are you doing? It is midnight.”

The stubborn chin tilt stays. Kriff. “I could ask you the same thing,” she says.

“You should be sleeping.”

“…So should you.”

“Skywalker.”

“Window.”

Mace’s brow twitches. Okay. Okay, he can deal with a ten year old. He successfully taught Depa, didn’t he?

(Then again, Depa hadn’t been a child who was hell bent on infuriating him on purpose; she had also been thirteen, and the only chaos she brought and still brings are the occasional pranks on him and the jokes about his bald head; luckily the padawan drama ended with the beginning of her Knighthood.)

If only Master Rheba Toome was available – or Kenobi. They both have somehow managed to become the designated Skywalker Wranglers, as Master Koon had once said after an incident when a slightly murderous droid with a flesh eating plant attached to it got loose in the Temple last year.

An idea comes to him suddenly. “You tell me why you are in the Temple’s kitchens so late, and I will say nothing to your crèche master. I might even let you leave with what you came for–,” he doesn’t miss the subtle yet sudden jolt of suspicious relief, “–but if you don’t, I will take you out of here myself and speak to Crèche Master Aryn the moment we get back to your clan.”

There’s a long, tense silence where Zariza debates with herself in her head. So long that Mace wonders if he will have to repeat himself. Then, “Ani’s sick.”

That…is not what Mace had been expecting. He raises a brow. “He is?”

She nods, and points to the fridge a few feet away. “And he likes the red jell-o.”

“Is he in the Halls?” Mace asks, growing slightly concerned because Obi-Wan got sent out to a solo mission just the day before and Padawan Skywalker hadn’t been allowed to go. He didn’t put up much of a fight, which shocked yet pleased everyone. Now, he knows possibly why he didn’t, and that makes the situation slightly worrying.

Zariza opens her mouth, pauses, closes it with pursed lips, and shakes her head no.

“And why isn’t he?”

She shrugs, a bit defensively. “I dunno. Probably thinks he’s fine. He went to his lessons all day – Aayla tried talking him into going to Healer Bant but it didn’t work.”

Mace frowns with furrowed brows, but quickly smooths his expression when gets a sense of guilt and shame and a vague impression of an apology, though he doesn’t know what for. He kneels down without a second thought, and hates (that’s not the Jedi way–) how her chin is tilted down, eyes casted to the side, as if expecting some harsh punishment for…what? Caring for her brother? Telling Mace that he’s sick? If he was any less of a Jedi, the ones who enslaved the Skywalkers would be six feet under.

He makes sure to release the anger into the Force before speaking again; he will need to meditate later. “I am not upset with you, little one. Not anymore, at least. I’m simply concerned about your brother’s health right now,” he assures her.

Zariza huffs, still looking away, but she’s no longer tucking her chin into her chest. “So am I,” she mumbles petulantly. “S’why I want the red jell-o. He likes it.”

“So you have said. Can you tell me how he was feeling last time you saw him? Or in your Force bond, right now?”

“Uh… Sick.” A beat; Mace refrains from spouting a heavily sarcastic remark to a ten year old. “Um. He threw up once he got back to his and Obi-Wan’s rooms. Said something ‘bout being really, really tired earlier. He’s sleeping now.”

Mace hums, and stands up. “All right. Well then, let’s go. I want to check on him, and if needed I will be taking him to the Halls of Healing.”

Zariza frowns as she finally looks at him, but then her eyes travel to the fridge. There’s a silent question there. She goes to ask it but stops herself, and nods. “Okay,” she says instead, almost a mumble, and turns to leave.

He watches her for a second, glances at the fridge that holds the red jell-o, and then moves to walk beside her. “If I was sure it would not upset his stomach, I would let you take some jell-o to him now. But… Maybe tomorrow, if he is feeling better, you can.”

As she tilts her head to look up at Mace in surprise, he makes sure to stare straight ahead. “…Really?”

Mace nods. Then, looks down at her and gives her the barest of smiles. “Really.”

Zariza’s eyes narrow once again. “You promise?”

“I promise– but only if he feels better,” he emphasizes when she starts to grin. “No other time than that.”

“What if he asks for some and he doesn’t feel better?”

Patience, he reminds himself as they walk through the sun halls of the Temple. “Then ask Master Healer Che, or one of the other Healers.”

He gets silence as a response and he glances down to make sure she hasn’t suddenly run off. It’s happened before with her crèche master and Master Rheba Toome and Knight Kenobi – one could say she has a knack for simply sneaking off at the most random times – and he would very much dislike if she snuck away from him in the dark hallways. But, she’s still at his side, clearly thinking about something. Hopefully about what Mace just said and not about putting another flesh eating plant on a half working droid of Anakin’s.

“…What if there aren’t any Healers around?”

“There will be.”

“But what if there aren’t?” she presses.

Mace sighs quietly, hopefully enough to where Zariza doesn’t notice. “Then wait for one.”

More silence. Another glance. She’s still there.

“…I guess I can do that,” she says.

That is, well, kind of concerning. But better than the girl outright disagreeing with him, that’s for sure.

The rest of the walk to Knight Kenobi’s and Padawan Skywalker’s room is done in silence. Mace acknowledges the nocturnal Jedi with a nod, and Zariza shyly waves at the ones who notice her. When they get there Zariza let’s herself in, unlocking the quarters with zero problem, and hurries inside. Mace follows at more relaxed pace. He notices as she takes one look at the living area’s couch, frowns, and makes her way to the little hallway. Mace looks as well, and notices the padawan’s abandoned holopads for a few of his lessons, as well as just a general mess of the area that one would expect from a 14 year old when left alone.

Zariza speaking tears Mace’s attention away from the mess.

“Why the kark are you lying on the bathroom floor? ”

“E chu ta, Zari! None of your business.”

Ah. Huttese cuss words. Nothing unusual, but still.

“Watch your language, young ones,” Mace reprimands lightly, and makes his way to the bathroom where Anakin, indeed, lying on the bathroom floor.

Anakin groans. “Ah, chuba, why’d you bring him?” He sounds pitiful, so much so that it comes out as a whine more than anything. He’s sweating, too, and sickly pale, with visible bags under his eyes from where Mace and Zariza stand at the bathroom entrance. By the smell, Mace and tell that he’s thrown up again. None of is visible, so he’s sincerely hoping Anakin made it to the toilet in time and flushed.

“Because you’re a sick koochoo,” Zariza says.

“Language,” Mace says almost absentmindedly.

She huffs and crosses her arms. “I only called him an idiot.”

“I’m not sick,” the teen denies. It’s a weak argument. Mace can only raise an eyebrow. “And I’m not an idiot, either!” Raising his voice defensively sends Anakin into a coughing fit that ends rather quickly. He groans and curls into a ball, all the while keeping his face on the tile flooring.

Zariza rolls her eyes. “And I’m Jabba.”

Mace sighs and enters the bathroom. He crouches down to Anakin, and places the back of his hand on the boy’s forehead. He jerks away just as quickly, though that doesn’t keep Anakin from making a pitiful sound at the loss of contact. Mace’s lips form a thin line. “I think it’s best if I take you to the Healers, Padawan Skywalker,” he says.

“Nooo, I’m not sick!”

Mace shakes his head. “You are – you have a fever, Skywalker, and it’s best we take you to the Halls of Healing since Knight Kenobi is off planet.”

He mumbles and groans something indiscernible.

Zariza walks over and nudges Anakin’s side with her foot. “Do you want some red jell-o?”

“Kriff no.”

Mace almost tells them to watch their language again, but decides that is a fight he will have with them another day. Preferably during daylight hours and not at midnight when they were all supposed to be healthy and sleeping. Preferably, it won’t be him having such conversations with them.

(Truthfully, he loves the children in the Order, the Skywalker siblings included – but right now in his exhausted, slightly hangry state, he can only spend so much time with them.)

She hums. “What about tomorrow?”

Anakin stills. “…Maybe.”

The initiate grins and looks at Mace, clearly pleased with the answer.

He nods and gives her a smile of acknowledgment, then refocuses on the task at hand. “Can you get up and walk? Or will I be carrying you?”

Anakin gives another response that might as well be in another language, and Mace closes his eyes as he pinches the bridge of his nose. He breathes in slowly a few times, centers himself, and opens his eyes again a few moments later.

“Okay. Carrying, it is.”

Anakin hardly protests – well, he tries, at least, but it can hardly be counted as anything – and Mace picks up him with not too much difficulty; one arm around the boy’s shoulders, the other under his knees. As Mace leaves the rooms, Zariza follows and turns off the lights along the way, and even locks the door once they are out into the hallway.

And then she starts talking. Continuously.

It’s a vast difference from earlier, and it catches Mace by surprise. Quickly, though, it dawns on him that she’s talking for her brother’s benefit. From droids to podraces to Master Yoda’s swamp stew to the names of new plants she has learned about, and so and so forth. Something about the rambling must help, because Anakin relaxes more as the walk to the Halls of Healing goes by. So much so that he gives up on holding his head up and rests it on Mace’s shoulder, almost passing out completely by the time they make it to the Halls, Zariza tapering off about a holoshow she heard one of the older initiates talk about the other day.

“Master Windu,” one of the Master Healers, a nocturnal species, greets with a bow. Dark, large eyes focus on the brother and sister once they stand straight. “Ah, and the Skywalkers,” they say, playfully flicking their tail in Zariza’s direction to get a giggle out of her.

“Hullo,” she says, smiling up at the Healer.

“Healer Rou,” Mace returns the greeting. “I’m afraid we have a sick padawan on our hands.”

“Hm, yes I see,” Healer Rou says, and moves closer to rest a hand on Anakin’s forehead just like Mace had done before. They remove it quickly, though not as fast Mace did. “He definitely has a fever. How long has he been feeling badly?”

The question is aimed to Mace, but he looks down at Zariza for the answer.

Her eyebrows raise at the realization. “What? Oh, uh… Last night, maybe?” She shrugs, shuffling awkwardly. “I dunno, really, I’m sorry.”

“No need to apologize, little one,” Healer Rou assures her. They pat her head with a kind smile. “It is okay if you don’t know.”

Zariza nods, relaxing a little. “He, uh, he’s puked a couple of times.”

Healer Rou hums, and motions for them to follow them. They do. “It is most likely a stomach virus of sorts, nothing too serious and nothing we can’t handle. It has been going around this month, I’m afraid. Padawan Skywalker will be the fifth one to have gotten it. I am assuming the plan is to have him spend the time here while he gets better? Until Knight Kenobi returns, that is.”

Mace nods while they enter a medical room, and carefully sets Anakin on the bed after Zariza dashes forward to pull the covers back. “Yes, it is. And Initiate Skywalker wants to give him his favorite red jell-o tomorrow if able.”

Healer Rou smiles, amused. “Of course. Come by at lunch and if he can stomach it, whoever’s rotation it is should allow it. Now; I have got everything under control from here, Master Windu – I will be sure to keep you updated, and will send a message out to Knight Kenobi letting him now as well.”

“Thank you, Healer Rou,” Mace tells them.

“Yeah, thanks Healer Rou!” Zariza exclaims, and rushes to hug the Jedi.

Healer Rou chuckles, hugging the young girl back. “Of course. Head on off to bed, now; we don’t need two sick Skywalkers,” they tease.

“Fine, I guess,” she sighs, far too dramatically for a ten year old that has both adults stifling their laughs.

But unfortunately, it actually takes ten more minutes to leave. Master Vokara Che appears, and speaks to Mace about how long Anakin might have to stay while Healer Rou pulls up Anakin’s medical file. Mace signs what he needs to, double checks with Vokara Che and Rou what he knows about any medicinal allergies he might have, and then leaves. Zariza sticks like glue to him the entire time.

Two steps out of the Halls of Healing, Mace stops in his tracks and picks her up after she yawns three times in less than two minutes.

“Th’nks fo’ helpin’, Window,” she mumbles into his shoulder with muffled, half asleep words.

Mace sighs, but smiles despite himself. He gently pats her back. “Of course, Zariza. Let’s get you back to your clan, hm?”

The answering soft snore he gets in return has him chuckling.

He hadn’t planned on his night to go this way, but he would be lying if he said he regrets it.

[interrogatormentors]

BOOK TWO, EVENT 1: FLASHBULB MEMORY

While the Interrogatormentors as a whole lacked any sense of humor, Sollux found taking command of the BC Starskimmer Arisen after his graduation ironic as all hell. The ship upon which he’d served as helmsman hadn’t changed much in his absence apart from a few personnel changes, and Sollux had to stop himself from heading down the corridor to the helmsblock on more than one occasion. He couldn’t help but wonder if the assignment was just another test from Rapard or another one of the higher ups, giving him a ship to which he had such a fraught history with. He never voiced this suspicion of course and no one ever confirmed it, or so much as admitted Sollux had ever served aboard the ship in the first place. An echo of vindictive pleasure surged through Sollux every time a helming tech scurried away from him, or when Captain Pilthe had to tip his scarred chin upwards in deference to the interrogatormentor he’d once viewed as subtroll.

Sollux woke to a soft buzzing from his palmhusk, and he fished it out from where he kept it under his pillow. The Starskimmer came with two recuperacoons waiting for Sollux and Ophlia, but both had elected for platforms instead. They needed to keep alert, and Sollux felt sharp as anything as he answered the call without slime clinging to his frame. Ophlia sat up from her platform as he did so, looking over at him with vague disinterest. Sollux had to suppress a groan as he saw the caller ID, but answered the message all the same.

Gamzee Makara, the ship’s security officer, grinned all lopsided at him. “Got some motherfucking work for you two,” he said, drawling.

“Next prisoner transfer isn’t until midnight, Makara, tell me why you really called,” Sollux said.

“Nah, nah, I wouldn’t motherfucking dare lie to you.” Gamzee’s smile didn’t shift, and Sollux took a slow breath to enforce calm. He never could get a read on the purple with how all over the place his body language was on a good day. Gamzee kept talking, eyes half-lidded as he bobbed his head as if to some imaginary beat. “Them’s the prisoners yesterday brought in through our doors. I was sorting through their files and wouldn’t you motherfucking know it, clean and clear as a midmorning dewdrop, we got some rebellion criminal records blazing hot on my desk. Dunno how they motherfucking slipped through, but thought you might wanna take a motherfucking gander before they’re transferred away tonight.”

Sollux’s left eyelid twitched. “Get them in isolation rooms and halt their transfer until we perform an interrogation,” he said, and hung up the call. He pinched the bridge of his nose as Ophlia began to get dressed. “Pilthe fucked us over again.” Ophlia raised an eyebrow as she buttoned up her uniform, and cocked her head to the side. Sollux snorted. “Yeah, you’re right. I shouldn’t expect competency from a tenured seadweller. Wish the news didn’t have to come from Makara.”

Ophlia shrugged, waving a hand. “Serving his time,” she said, voice low.

“He’s treating forced conscription like a fucking vacation, is what he’s doing,” Sollux said. He threw off his sleep shirt, donning his uniform as well. “I don’t know how he passed through an interrogation from Rapard with his head intact, not if the rumors about his rebel ties were true.” Ophlia cocked her head to the side. She didn’t say anything, not really needing to, and Sollux growled as he shoved his feet into his boots. “This entire ship is comprised of weak links ready to snap.”

Ophlia snapped her fingers at him as she approached, right under Sollux’s nose. He inhaled through his nose and out through his mouth, clenching his hands into fists. He stopped only when he left his claws pierce his skin from the force, and blessed numbness flooded him as the pain reminded him to draw back, school his emotions back into a practiced plateau of calm. “Right. Sounded like there were at least two rebels that slipped through the net. One for each of us, at least, so we’ll be done by midnight anyways.” He picked up his earpiece as he headed for the door, putting it on and clicking it once to make sure the channel was clear. Ophlia put her own on, depressing the call button and tapping it once with a nail. Sollux heard the nail tapping loud and clear, and nodded.

Ophlia followed Sollux as they left their shared room and headed down the deserted halls, tall and resolute as ever. Sollux relaxed as they walked, squaring his shoulders and posture straightening to mirror his partner’s as they walked. He always felt better with a job to do, and the long stretch between any fruitful interrogations had put him on edge. Now he had something to focus on, to sink his teeth into, and he couldn’t wait to see the rebel unlucky enough to meet him on the other side of the isolation chamber’s door.

Gamzee waited for them outside the isolation blocks, scrolling on his palmhusk. He glanced up as Sollux and Ophlia approached, not even bothering to uncurl his spine from the terrible slouch he constantly bent himself into. He leaned against the wall, gesturing to the door on his left. “Got a motherfuckin’ rust and a cocktail olive for you, all wrapped up and special. Olive’s on the other end of the motherfucking wing, needed t’grab some motherfucking special shackles. She’s motherfucking feisty. Sent their files out to you like, motherfucking...two minutes ago.”

“Shackles or no, they’re not difficult to install, Makara,” Sollux said. He pulled out his own palmhusk, glancing through. The files didn’t have much apart from age range and names, but their files were flagged with their exact hex codes linked to rebellion activity. “You take the olive then, considering you’ll have to do wrangling, Davrot. I’ll take AA.”

Ophlia and Gamzee both stared at him, and Sollux blinked twice as he registered the error. Aradia Megido. His pan flipped right over in his skull as a memory clamored to be seen, acknowledged, something nostalgic and peaceful and mournful. Both his helming programming and interrogatormentor training fought against the surfacing thoughts, emotions too much to control. So Sollux forced himself to not think, his mind doing the work and blocking the memory off before it could surface and break his calm.

“A stutter,” he said. “I’ll visit the medbay following this interrogation. Aradia Megido.” Ophlia looked him up and down, eyes narrowing an increment in that same analytical way she’d looked at him back when the Reichenbach’s Head Admin had dropped Sollux’s wigglerhood trollhandle. Sollux returned her gaze without faltering even as a headache built behind his left eye at the strain of repressing his own memories, and after a few moments Ophlia bowed her head slightly.

Sollux let out a soft breath as his fellow interrogatormentor retreated down the lengthy hall to the far end of the isolation block wing. Gamzee cocked his head. “You gonna be motherfucking peachy keen in there, motherfucker?” Sollux narrowed his eyes and he laughed, low and rumbling. “Sir Motherfucker, excuse my motherfucking cheek.”

“There is nothing the matter,” Sollux said as his head throbbed. “More lip and I will have you reporting to reeducation in a few hours.” He didn’t have the energy to correct Gamzee on his manners right now. He could almost hear the remaining metal in his pan rattling around from the force. He pricked his own thumb with a sharpened claw, pressing the small smear of blood to the reader next to the isolation block’s door. He entered, and the world faded into nothingness as the soundproofed door slammed shut behind him.

The rustblood sat on the dingy sleeping platform of the cell, crosslegged and alert with her arms propped on her knees. Her face fell when she saw Sollux enter, but her eyebrows knitted together in something akin to pity rather than fear. She wore psionic-suppression cuffs on both wrists that weren’t shackled together by any sort of chain, but her arms looked too thin to possess any threatening amount of muscle.

Her arms. Something about her arms were wrong, they didn’t quite match the soft curves of the rest of her, and Sollux sank his nails into his palm again. He needed to remember, it seemed important, but the emotions roiling just below the thin veneer of trained calm threatened his professionalism.

He took a breath, raising his hand to the thermostat and sinking the temperature down. As a rust, this troll would feel uncomfortable long before he did. “Aradia Megido, hex code A10000?”

“Yes,” the rustblood said. She opened her mouth to say something, chest swelling to fuel some sort of tirade or threats perhaps, but she closed her mouth again and settled.

“They only call me in if you have something to hide.” Sollux folded his arms behind his back, keeping his posture straight and digging his nails into his own wrist where this Aradia could not see. “So make it easier for both of us and explain now why your blood code is linked to rebellion activity.”

“Well, because I’m a rebel,” Aradia said.

“You admit this?”

“I wouldn’t be saying it if it weren’t true. Would I lie to you, Sollux?”

Sollux felt his psionics burning at his own skin, his fingers acting as conductors for the pain that grounded him. He wanted, he needed to remember, but he couldn’t or he’d crack. He hadn’t felt this unstable since his training days, every moment a threat that could shatter his emotionless facade at any moment with Rapard’s voice snarling in his skull. Just turn your emotions off, like a husktop. You’re a piece of equipment, the right hand of the Empire. Act like it, cullbait. “You know of me, then.”

“Sollux, I know you.” Aradia stood then, and Sollux lowered an arm sparking with psionics. Aradia noticed and stopped, although she still lifted her hands up to him as if soothing a fussy lusus. “You look like a daywalker-- Are they even feeding you? Do you remember me?”

“I’m receiving the appropriate amount of calories for my weight and activity level and I don't need pity from a mudblooded excuse of filth.” The words came out of Sollux before he could stop them, harsh and angry and emotional. He gritted his teeth as Aradia inhaled sharply, raising a hand to his earpiece. “Davrot. Switch me.”

“Just reached the cell,” Ophlia said. “Just got the name.” “I don’t care,” Sollux said. “Switch to the rust. She is provoking an emotional response.”

“You--” Ophlia’s voice faded into static, harsh in Sollux’s ear.

Sollux turned away from Aradia an increment, watching her out of the corner of his eye. “Interrogatormentor Davrot. Is your equipment faulty? Repeat your last message.”

The static faded, and Ophlia’s voice returned with the exact same words and tone he’d heard a thousand times before. “All is fine.”

“Are you coming, then?”

A pause. “All is fine,” Ophlia said again, a little louder this time.

Sollux pursed his lips, looking back to Aradia. She took another step forward, and Sollux bared his teeth at her. “Sollux, please,” she said. “You were my best friend.” She held firm even as Sollux’s hand sparked again, his hand balling up into fists. She only spoke louder, faster. “I’d always make you come outside and you complained so much you finicky brat, but you did it anyways. For me. Even after Vriska happened, you still came.”

Vriska. The arms. Everything snapped back into focus for Sollux in one crystalline moment, and he lashed out with his psionics in a wave of force. Aradia braced herself, arms crossed in front of her with an inorganic clank as she sent up a shimmering shield of her own psionics that whispered of the dead. The arms weren’t real. Zahhak had made them after Vriska had bent Sollux's mind into putty, gorging him on mind honey and sending him after Aradia and crushing her limbs under heaps of rubble. His best friend. His moirail. The arms weren’t real. The cuffs weren’t working.

“Davrot!” Sollux gathered his psionics around his arm, sending them out in a solid beam that Aradia ducked under. “Ophlia, come in!”

“All is fine,” came Ophlia’s voice again.

Sollux swore under his breath as Aradia lowered an arm and a hatch opened along the side, and she pulled something out of it. She depressed a button along the side of the slender object and a whip unfurled, and she snapped it against the ground once before slinging it out towards him. The whip curled around his wrist and Sollux grabbed onto it, sending scorching psionics along its length. Aradia pulled the whip back just before the psionics reached her hand.

“Come on, Sollux, are you really surprised it’s a trap?” Aradia threw an arm back and then forward again, the whip snapping and lashing against Sollux’s cheek as he flung himself into the air to avoid the brunt of the attack. “It was super obvious! We didn’t even make fake names or anything. This doesn’t have to be so hard.”

Sollux landed back to the ground on the balls of his feet before lowering himself into a practiced fighter’s stance, clapping his hands together to blow back the whip as it came towards him again. “It doesn’t, you’re correct. Surrender now and you might live.”

He charged forward, coming well within her range to limit her usage of the whip. Aradia closed the gap, head lowered before tossing it back. Sollux sidestepped the horn-gouging attempt, throwing a right hook only for Aradia to dodge again. She threw a punch of her own. Sollux caught the clumsy fist with ease, nails digging into the false skin. Aradia grinned at him. “Surprise!”

The cuff clicked around his wrist from where Aradia had removed one of her own while he wasn’t looking, the light along its side glowing a soft green as Sollux’s psionics winked out of existence. Sollux stared a moment too long at the cuff and Aradia headbutted him again, hard. Sollux felt his nose crack and he stumbled back. Aradia readied her whip as Sollux turned and bolted. He yelled as the whip curled around his ankle as the door opened, sweeping his foot out from under him and sending him crashing to the ground. The whip slid back and away and Sollux scrambled to his feet, shooting out of the room and slamming the button outside it to close the door behind him. The whip cracked against the metal.

Sollux ran his fingers along the psionic cuff as he heard the muffled sound of psionics blasting against the door. He found no purchase, no groove, only a small numpad which he had no time to attempt to crack. He cursed again, looking down the hallway that Ophlia had gone down. He let out a soft breath as he spotted Gamzee jogging towards him. He had his clubs out, a welcome sign considering the whole situation. “Makara, status report on Interrogatormentor Davrot. The rustblood isn’t properly restrained.”

Gamzee slowed down, lips curling into a lazy smirk as he lifted his palmhusk. He pressed on the screen. “All is fine,” said Ophlia’s voice from Sollux’s earpiece.

“Surprise, motherfucker, you just got yourself motehrfuckin’ bamboozled,” Gamzee said, pocketing his palmhusk. “Welcome to your motherfucking rescue mission.” He spun his clubs around in his hands before swinging with frightening speed, and Sollux only just got out of the way in time. The club slammed into the wall, which dented from the force of the highblood’s swing.

“I knew it. I knew something was off about you,” Sollux said. He gritted his teeth as he avoided another strike aimed at his head.

Gamzee laughed, his whole body a dizzying blur that had Sollux’s head spinning. The voices of the doomed were quiet with his currently repressed psionics but something else whispered in his pan, something dark and ancient and hypnotic that made Gamzee’s form hard to track. Of course this fucker had chucklevoodoos. Of course.

Sollux backed up but Gamzee moved faster, slipping past him despite his massive bulk and blocking the corridor to the main ship. The door to Aradia’s cell blew open, still sparking with maroon light as she stepped out. Sollux wasn’t stupid. Without his psionics his limbs were tissue paper. He could fight without them, he’d sparred with Ophlia plenty of times, but the odds were stacking against him more and more. He turned and ran further into the cellblock wing, throwing his earpiece down onto the ground as Gamzee started mocking him with Ophlia’s voice as he fled. The pair followed him, keeping on his heels.

He almost barreled a troll over in his haste, but had the mental fortitude to jump to the side as the olive clawed at his face with knives jutting out from her gauntlets. He saw Ophlia lying on the floor halfway out of the cell, bleeding from a nasty head wound.

Sollux whirled around, and a club met him in the face. He took the blow at full force and flew back a few feet, slamming into the wall. Sollux pushed off from the wall despite the way his whole face throbbed from the blow, using the momentum to twist his whole body and roundhouse kicking another club away from his face. The olive to his side crouched and then sprang up into the air, swinging down with her clawlike knives. Sollux dodged the obvious attack, catching Aradia’s whip again. He tugged her forward, punching her in the jaw before she could react. She fell against the wall with a thud. Gamzee kept swinging his clubs at near-lethal speeds, and Sollux felt sweat dripping down his nose at the effort of bouncing away from them and ducking as the olive charged him again.

Finally Aradia’s whip cracked in the air and then wrapped around his neck, and Sollux fell backwards as she yanked the whip tight. Sollux tried to find purchase in the whip as it cut off his airways, tucking his chin in a futile attempt to find air. “Sorry, Sollux,” Aradia said, and her voice came to Sollux from the end of a tunnel as his vision went black. “Get well soon!”

Sollux snarled, but even with his interrogatormentor training he couldn’t hold his breath forever. His eyes rolled back as he gasped and choked, vision blurring. He gripped onto the whip, trying to tug Aradia down and forward, only for Gamzee to scoff. Another club smashed against the side of his head, and Sollux saw no more.

[bl--ankhaeji]

Fluff with some kinda angst w/ xuxi please. Where the reader is sad bc she feels insecure of her weight and some flaws uwu

I wrote a little something else to go with this here

Someone else sent in a request similar to this one so I just combined them

Other Request Anon:  Hi 🙂 Can you do a xuxi x chubby reader? I'm really feeling ugly these days bc I keep getting fat. ☹️ I really love to eat tho.. but I need something comforting to read right now bc I feel insecure to other girls with a beautiful body. 🙂 It's okay tho if you don't want to. I will understand. Thanks a lot. 😚

I know this request took a while but I hope you like it sweets

P.S the ending is a little rushed because I ran out of time sorry

As you stood at the end of your driveway you watched the sculpted back of your used to be boyfriend walk away from you getting smaller the farther he walked. Tears raced quickly down your face, the more you wiped the more came in their place. Your knees gave out under you as you fell to the unwavering ground below, the grass only providing minimal comfort. 

“XUXI!” you screamed at the retreating back pretty soon you couldn’t see him any more and as realization sunk in a chorus of the word ‘no’ flowed out of your mouth getting louder each time. 

“NO!” you shot up out of bed, the blanket that was once wrapped around you falling to the floor as your chest rose and fell quickly. An impending panic attack was coming to the surface as you tried calming yourself. You had dreamt that your boyfriend Xuxi had left you after telling you that your weight was too much for him to handle. 

As the memory of the harsh words he spoke rang in your head you notice the current damp state of not your face. Once you had calmed yourself you took a look at your phone to see that you had two unread messages and a missed call from your boyfriend.   

Xuxi:

Good morning baby, I had to go to the company for practice and we have an interview later so I might be home a little late. 

Also I bought you your favorite breakfast and left it in the microwave so when you wake up just heat it up and give me a ft ok I want to hear your voice and see your beautiful face. 

Stepping out of your shared bedroom you make your way to the kitchen. The ding from the microwave rings throughout the room taking the food out of the device you make your way to the living room and turn on the tv. 

You do as asked and call Xuxi to which he picks up on the second ring. “Hey baby.” His deep voice sounds through the phone automatically bringing a smile to your face, “Hey” you responded. When he asks why you didn’t facetime your mind immediately went to the dream and then you thought about how you look right now. You give him some half assed lie about your battery in hopes that he wouldn’t ask anymore about it. At the same time you look at the food set in front of you and instantly lose your appetite. 

You stay on the phone with Xuxi until he has to go. Getting up off of the couch your body feels especially heavy and the dream pops up again. It’s as if your mind is trying to warn you that this is your future if you don’t do something, and looking at the food again you start to feel sick to your stomach. 

You throw the food away and go to take a shower hoping that it’ll somehow wash away your insecurities. Walking into the bathroom you turn on the water and begin to strip and as your luck has it you accidentally catch yourself in the mirror and it’s as if you get caught in a trance. YOu have no choice but to look at yourself, your naked body. The lighting in the room is bright and does not care about accentuating all aspects of your flawed body. The raw disgust you feel increases as your eyes dart all over yourself spotting any and everything wrong.  

Your hand unconsciously lifts to the rolls at your sides accompanied by the plethora of stretch marks on your arms and your thighs and your stomach and your ass. It’s as if they never end. Every slight form of movement causes at least one part of your body to jiggle unattractively. You look at your face and the slight double chin under it. 

The steam from the shower layers the bathroom, the condensation covering the mirror keeping you from seeing yourself clearly. Snapping out of it you realize that you’ve had the water running for a very long time, while in the shower you think of Xuxi and how he wouldn’t want you to think of yourself this way. You think about the feeling of his hands caressing your body with so much love and care. 

Stepping out of the shower you feel a little better about yourself. You make your way into the room so that you can pick out some clothes to wear. “Maybe if I dress up i’ll feel even better about myself.” Preparing the clothes in your mind you have an image for a bomb ass outfit.

You put on the clothes and go look in the mirror to see something completely different then what you had imagined. The person you saw was not who you imagined. Your eyes zoned in on your torso and how it pushed against the shirt and the word frumpy popped up in your head. You felt as if you were the before picture on a makeover show. It was all wrong how could- 

‘You know how. Why would anything look good on you.’ a voice in the back of your head told you. Instant depression washed over you. Suddenly the dream came to again and it almost brought tears to your eyes. The ringing of your phone cleared your thoughts but only temporarily. 

It was Xuxi, he was facetiming you. You couldn’t let him see you like this, so you didn’t answer it.  You messaged him telling him you were busy and couldn’t answer. But the reminder that Xuxi is there calmed you once again and you just took the clothes off making the decision to not think about it anymore and you threw on some sweats and one of Xuxi’s oversized shirts.

Laying in bed you go through your phone looking for something to occupy you and your mind, but nothing can keep your attention and the self demeaning thoughts start to creep back in. And not to mention your head is starting to hurt. “Maybe after a nap things will be better.” You say to yourself as you close your eyes and go to sleep. 

You wake up in a cold sweat with a throat as dry as the sahara. Getting up out of bed the room starts to spin forcing you to have to steady yourself. Making your way to the kitchen you hear the door open revealing your tall boyfriend. “Hey baby how was your day?” Xuxi asks as he walks up to you after he drops his backpack on the floor, giving you a kiss on your cheek. 

“Hey bubs.” you say avoiding the rest of the question as you put the glass up to your lips and take a drink of water. When Xuxi wraps his hands around your waist lifting you and spinning you lightly. The headache that never left intensifies to the point where you feel as if you are going to faint. “XUXI put me down!” once your feet touch the floor your legs give out you hear a loud “Woah!” and you feel his arms around you once again steadying you. 

He cradles your face in his large hands, forcing you to look at him, “Baby are you ok? You’ve been acting a little off all day. I wasn’t going to say anything because it didn’t seem too serious but now I’m worried.”  

“I’m fin-” your body folds in on itself once again and Xuxi drags you to your room sitting you on the bed where he looks at you with a face that says ‘Lie again’. You avoid his eyes, not wanting him to know that you have been feeling bad about yourself all day. He walks back to the kitchen to get you more water when he walks by the garbage can and sees the food he left you earlier this morning in the trash. 

“Why was this in the trash? Have you starved yourself all day??!!” he asks once he makes it back to the room, holding the back of old food up next to his face. Your silence is enough answer for him and he walks out of the room to quickly order food. Sitting on the bed in front of you he looks at you with possibly the most serious expression you’ve ever seen on him. 

“Why?” is all he says as he waits for you to explain why you would possibly want to harm yourself like this. After explaining through unshed tears to him what you went through today he takes you into his arms, his sturdy chest unyielding as cries wrack your body. “Babygirl I don’t want you to ever do this to yourself again ok? Promise me.” He holds out his pinky finger. 

“I want to know that I will never in my life do that to you. I love you for everything you are. I love how soft and cuddly you are, I love how you fill out your clothes, I love how you look. But not only that I love you, for exactly who you are no matter what you look like.” he tells you looking into your eyes, “ I don’t want you to lose weight, that’s not what this is about. It’s about being healthy and starving yourself is not how you do it. I will support you wholeheartedly if you say you want to get healthy but being healthy is NOT about being a certain weight. Do you understand me?” 

As if it was pre-planned the food he ordered had just made it and as Xuxi went to go get it so you could finally eat something it left you with your thoughts. Dream be damned, insecurities be damned, you do want to get healthy not lose weight. You shouldn’t be forced to feel a certain way about yourself just because of some numbers on a scale or just because you don’t look like mainstream females. 

And as Xuxi sat in front of you feeding you the food he bought the only thing on your mind was, “Damn I love this man.”        

[roseduroi]

2/3 and your brothers and your other parent are upset by what happened and they calm you down bc you’re in hysterics and you don’t want to see dom or Nikki (whichever one hit you) and are a little bit scared of them? And they feel so so horrible ab what happened and are in tears. you finally let them apologize and they hold you for a while and promise to never do it again. to clarify, it’s either dom or Nikki who you’re mad at bc they’re the one who hit u. Thank you so much ♥️

I accidentally, without a clue how, made the first part of your request disappear. I’m so sorry! I swear I pressed the ‘save’ button but the moment I re-opened the app the request was gone and so was everything I’d written in there.

I’m clueless. I don’t even know.

But, in spite of that, enjoy the re-written work! (I wrote it in a month)

English isn’t my native language, I’m so sorry for the mistakes.

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Nikki was having a bad day. She woke up with a massive headache, broke her favourite cup for it had slipped from her hands, and the family who’d hired her as their wedding photographer, called off the order. The day really was not going her way.

She sighed, looking at the broccoli on the almost empty plate. She rubbed her temples, the headache hadn’t decreased at all. “Y/N, finish your vegetables.” Her voice was quiet as she spoke, the mum of five children felt tired and exhausted.

Her daughter did not ease the tension either; she frowned at her mum who was standing at the kitchen counter and grimaced at the rest of the food. “I don’t like it.” She shook her head.

“It’s healthy. Don’t you want to grow big and strong like your brothers?” Nikki offered a tiny smile, but only one corner of her lips rose up so slightly that even she knew she wouldn’t have bought it herself and so didn’t Y/N. “Come on, honey, eat it, just a few bites left.” She tried to encourage.

But perhaps Nikki wasn’t the only one having a bad day.

Y/N’s eyes hardened, her eyebrows knitted together, she pushed the plate away from herself. “No.” She said.

The mother closed her eyes for a brief moment, pinching the bridge of her nose while her other hand wrapped around her waist, a tired sigh followed soon after. “Y/N, please,”

But the girl only shook her head fiercely from side to side and glared up at her mother. Nikki knew broccoli was far from her favourite food, but the growing body and its organism not only required such vitamins, but it was also good for the heart and bones.

“You won’t leave this table until you’ve eaten.”

Nikki never liked to use her strict mother’s voice. It was stern, firm, authoritarian and sometimes came out way harsher than she had really intended to sound. But times like these, when everything was just too much and dreadful, patience beginning to wear thin while it was still being tested, it was hard to keep silent.

Funny things those arguments are: the biggest fights begin with the simplest and silliest of things and escalate so quickly that it becomes not so funny after all. But can it ever be avoided; it’s still two souls, minds and opinions fighting with each other, the differences between them. Is it that forgetful?  

Nikki just wanted some quietness, aspirin for the headache and a good nap to relax and sleep off the tiredness. Was it too much to ask?

Apparently, it was.

Y/N glared, her small hands clenched into fists at her sides. “Sam didn’t eat it either, I saw him feed it to Tessa right after you left the kitchen.” The mother widened her eyes; a frown appeared on her face seconds later when she perceived the information. So that’s why he was in such a hurry. But Y/N continued and not once did she let her mum intervene in her rant of anger.

“You always force me to eat everything even though I don’t want to, but when it comes to my brothers, you immediately let them eat whatever they want and it’s not fair!” The girl threw her arms up; gesturing to who knows what. She glared at Nikki, who stood there listening to her only daughter talk like never before.

The mother’s eyes were wide, she froze. Never has she ever heard her little girl talking back with such anger to anyone, let alone her parents. But to know Y/N felt like she was treated unfairly by them, by her mum… It felt like someone had stabbed Nikki in the chest and then twisted the blade for the sake of satisfaction.

For 22 years Nikki and Dominic tried to raise their children as equally as possible so that none of them would ever feel neglected or abandoned. They showered each one of them with love, care and affection, hugging was part of their daily routine and dancing together was their favourite game.

When Dominic would take their boys out fishing, it would always leave the two of the girls, Nikki and Y/N, for mother-daughter bonding time. Other times, Dominic would take Y/N on a cute date while Nikki and the boys cooked a meal or did laundry together so that someday in the future Nikki wouldn’t get the inevitable ‘my clothes are pink’ phone call.

The parents always took turns, whether it was Dominic, the twins and Y/N or Nikki, Tom and Paddy, or individually each one of them, whatever it would be, Nikki and Dom always made sure to be involved, to be there with and for them, to show them they care and their love.

They tried so hard to raise them right and treat each one of them equally.

“If it’s tasty for you, it doesn’t mean it’s tasty for me too!” Y/N said sharply, pushing back her chair to get up. “Eat it yourself if you so desire!”

“Y/N!” Nikki snapped, knitting her eyebrows together. “Watch your tone, young lady,” she eyed the girl carefully, stepping closer to her.

It was a matter of seconds, truly. In the wrong place at the wrong time; Y/N had jumped up from the chair, suddenly and recklessly, her hand grazed the empty cup that was placed near the edge of the table, the movement was sharp and abrupt, but she never meant for it to happen. Truly, it was a matter of seconds.

The cup fell to the ground, it shattered into various pieces and scattered over the floor. Y/N flinched back at the sight of the glass hitting the ground, she yelped when the cup crashed. A sudden coldness hit at the core as she gaped at the broken grass beneath her feet, she stood still, heart hammering so fast.  

But what happened next was the pure consequence of anger.

Nikki marched up to the girl, ignoring the cracking glass beneath her slippers. She grabbed the girl’s arm that knocked over the cup roughly in hers and harshly slapped the back of the hand. “Y/N!” Nikki glared at the hunched figure, shaking her daughter a little by her wrist to knock some sense into the child.

Y/N whimpered at the stinging sensation where her mother had hit her. Tears filled her eyes as she slipped out of Nikki’s painful hold. She lifted her gaze timidly up to her mum’s, raising her chin up in the process.

Nikki retracted her hand, she straightened up. Her eyes wandered over the girl’s face, taking in all the small droplets of tears rolling down her flushed cheeks down to the cold floor beneath their feet. She took in all the sights of fear in her fearful gaze and figure. The girl trembled and whimpered.

Her eyes fell onto the hand she’d hit that the girl was now tenderly holding. The anger that had hardened her gaze and heart now had been replaced with remorse and sorrow. Now Nikki’s gaze had softened.

She had hit her daughter, she had hit her child.

“Y/N…” she whispered, staring at the hunched figure. Nikki reached out for her daughter to soothe her, to comfort her, to make it all better. But Y/N trembled under the touch, shaking her head from side to side, rejecting the mother’s touch, her hold, not knowing or perhaps not discerning if it was meant for harm or comfort. She stormed out of the kitchen, rushing upstairs.

Nikki watched as Y/N slipped away and out of her sight, from her to (probably) her sons. The heart hammered in Nikki’s chest, beating so so fast. Eyes stung with tears as her heart craved to chase after the girl, but the glass cracked beneath her feet when she stepped forward, it made her eyes drop and fall on the shattered cup pieces, a tear slip down her cheek as she looked down, but her eyes welled up just as fast as the droplets touched the floor.

She clamped her hand over her mouth, suppressing a sob from escaping her lips.

-

Y/N flung the door open, it creaked. She left it cracked open.

Her figure was shaking and trembling. The sounds of soft sniffles and whimpers, and probably that creak too; it all caught the brothers’ attention. The two boys’ heads snapped to the side, startled by the sound. Their eyes widened and they exchanged glances.

Y/N sobbed, she darted forward with tears streaming her cheeks. She wrapped her arms around Sam’s waist, he was closer to her and for that moment she just wanted some warmth and affection. So she hugged him tightly, frightening the boys, startling them as they had no clue what had gotten her so worked up.

“Y/N?” Sam breathed out, carefully, not sure what to do. But he brought up his hands, slowly to embrace his sister’s figure. His movements were hesitant, his eyes shifted to Harry. But Harry only shrugged.

The girl wept, burying her head into Sam’s chest, muffling her cries. Her hands fisted around the fabric of his shirt. He shifted in his seat, moving his hands up and down the girl’s back.

“What happened, munchkin?” Harry asked gently, standing up. He knelt beside her and Sam but never did he touch her. It’d have been too much physical contact for the clearly upset girl.

She whimpered, clutching her brother tighter. With a helpless shook of the head, more warm tears leaked from the corners of her eyes, trailing down her cheeks, soaking the shirt Sam wore that day, she murmured something under her breath: “Mummy doesn’t love me anymore,” Y/N spoke, her voice soft, muffled against his chest.

Sam raised his head, turning to look at his twin, eyebrows knitted together, feeling confused and bewildered. “Why-” He mumbled. “Why would you think that, sweetie?” His eyes fell on her figure once more, he grasped his sister’s both shoulders, gently pushing her back to have a clearer look at her face, to examine the girl more closely.

She wiped away the tears but never did she look them in the eye. “I-I broke a cup,” she sniffled, her hands started to shake.

Harry’s eyes softened, he looked at Y/N the same way Tony Stark gazed upon his daughter when he put her to bed and she whispered I love you. “Oh, hun… It happens to the best of us. I’m sure mum loves you all the same.” He soothed, but he knew it’s true, Sam did too… just Y/N thought differently.

“She got really mad,” The girl whispered, subconsciously grabbing a hold of her hand, rubbing the spot that was once hit. Sam lowered his eyes, she soothed her hand, the back of it was reddish, it looked like someone had smacked it. He gently took her hand in his, brushing his thumb over the skin, slowly.

“Did… did mum do it?” The twin asked carefully, meeting her tearful eyes. Soon after he received a soft nod and his head jolted to the side, looking at Harry wide-eyed.

“I was-” Y/N swallowed the lump in her throat, but her eyes were filling up with tears so fast. “It was my fault! I should’ve eaten those broccolis in the first place, b-but you didn’t and I just want to be like you, but then the cup accidentally fell and momma got very angry and her face changed!” She sobbed out; the tears freely fell down onto the ground and she curled her fingers into Sam’s shirt.

The brother wrapped his arms around the trembling figure, bringing his sister closer. So many tears burst forth, her breathing got heavier and she was gasping for air that wasn’t really there. Her chin trembled; sobs wracked her body and her throat burned. Y/N cried and she hiccupped, her head felt like underwater, sounds dull, the world all a blurry place.

“Y/N, breathe,” Harry told her, now putting his hand on the girl’s lower back, feeling the figure shake under his palm, tremble from overwhelming emotions. His eyes tight, worried, as he watched the hutched form of his sister; “Match your breathing with Sam’s, okay? Can you do it for me? Yeah, that’s it, deep breath in and long one out, just like that. Good. Slowly, in and out,”

The brother encouraged, watching as the girl unclenched her fists, the tension in her muscles slowly released and her breath matched Sam’s. She breathed in and out, just like he told her she followed his voice with her eyes closed and the silvery tracks of the shed tears shining on the rosy cheeks. She nuzzled her cheek against the other brother’s shirt, and suddenly her tears turned into soft sniffling.  

The twins glanced at each other. The door creaked.

-

Tom opened the door.

He dropped the bags, letting go of its handles. He rushed to his mum’s side, falling on one knee, placing one hand on her shoulder, he asked, his voice soft, filled with concern: “Mum?” He eyed the woman’s figure, her face; as she brought one of her arms up, wiping away a lone tear with the sleeve so that her son wouldn’t see her crying.

Nikki snuffled, tilting her head a little to the side, but never really looking him in the eye.  “You’re back so fast,” she tried to smile. It didn’t reach her eyes. “Did you-did you get milk?”

“Mum…”

“And the- the eggs? Tom, you better have not forgotten the eggs.” She joked through tears, her voice cracked, her hands shook, but she joked through tears.

“I bought it; it’s fine. Eggs, milk, carrots – everything – it’s in the bag. On the kitchen counter,” Tom said, he pursed his lips, gazing down at the broken glass. He watched as Nikki threw the shattered pieces into a dustbin with trembling hands, as she tried to pretend she was fine with the tracks of tears still shining on her cheeks.

He helped her clean up the broken glass after; he got a broom and dustpan, swept up the broken shards. She wiped the floor with a damp paper towel folded in half for the smaller pieces. But no one uttered a word. The mother seemed to have calmed down, her breathing slowed, but her eyes, her eyes told him a completely different story.

Nikki looked defeated, hurting. As if she was there, standing right next to him but her thoughts, her eyes were somewhere else, absent. She looked haunted, staring into the distance, lost in her thoughts. If ghosts haunted places, history, have they ever been shadowed by thoughts? Were the ghosts in the shadow of a thought?

“Mum…”

“I’ve had a very bad day,” she started weakly, looking into Tom’s eyes, at his soft features. She turned away. “I lashed out. It was such a silly thing.” But nowhere near an excuse; She didn’t say it out loud, what a mistake she’d done that thousand apologies could never erase, excuses would never justify.

What kind of mother has she become? What kind of mother slapped their child?

“What happened?”

She couldn’t bring herself to answer when Tom asked. She couldn’t tell him what had happened; she was too ashamed to admit what she had done. She wasn’t a violent person, she didn’t behave like this when things got rough; she raised her boys without any act of violence, and yet she broke a promise when she’d lost her temper. It wasn’t how she was supposed to behave. It wasn’t how a mother was supposed to behave.

She was supposed to be her protector and yet she’d violated her trust.

She knew it was impossible to be a parent and never lose your temper. She was a mother of four boys and a girl. How many times their toys (their socks!) had been scattered all over the floor, the house?  How many times had she stepped on a Lego or they refused to eat? There had been thousands of times she was in similar situations but never had she ever laid a hand on them.

How much she wished to take it all back, to undone what had been done.

“Mum?”

She felt a warm hand on her shoulder and Tom’s soft gaze looking at her. She wondered if Y/N would ever look at her the same way.

She sniffled, blinked away the tears.

What would Dominic say if he knew? How will she have to tell him, the boys that she was the reason behind the girl’s tears?

“I know there’s no excuse, but I was so tired and my head hurt… and-and Y/N just kept talking back and then she knocked over the cup. I know she didn’t mean to but at that moment it seemed like she did it on purpose and I got so angry.” Nikki covered her face with her hands, her eyes welled up and she shook her head. “I never meant to hit her.”

She felt how Tom tensed up; his brown orbs grew wide as he pulled back. When he stuttered out the word mum, she heard the disappointment in his shaky breath, disbelief in his tone. Her heart sank but she knew it was well deserved.

“Where-where is she now?” Tom asked, his eyes searching for something as he looked around.  

“Ran off,” the woman whispered.

Why was it so hard to find words?

The boy looked at the hunched figure, the sight crushed his heart. He hated the tears which streamed his mum’s cheeks; he hated the way her eyes painted red. But he felt torn in between, felt the rush of protectiveness, rush of upset rise up his chest, what a dilemma it was.

“It’d happened. Okay,” He started, his voice sounded surprisingly calm. He was in control of his own emotions. “We-we all make mistakes and-and some of them are worse than others but those mistakes, it doesn’t define us mum, it’s how we respond after.” Tom quoted, using the woman’s once said words.

“It’s Y/N we’re talking about, mum,” he tried to offer her a small smile. “She loves you and that’s why she’ll forgive you.”

-

When the door creaked and Tom stuck his head round the door, all eyes fell on him. He stepped in and glanced over his shoulder, giving his mum an encouraging smile before turning his attention back to his siblings.

Sam was sitting in a chair, his arms wrapped around their sister’s waist who was standing in between his legs, her cheeks flushed, eyes red - signs that she has been crying. Harry knelt beside them; he had his arm placed on one of Y/N’s leg.

Tom’s eyes met the girl’s and he cracked a small smile. She wriggled out of her brothers’ grasps, taking cautious steps towards her oldest brother. She hugged his waist.

What supportive brothers she really did have. How close and comfortable they were around each other.

Nikki smiled, tilting her head to the side. Her eyes seemed to sting a lot that day. “Darling,” her voice sounded weak and frail, barely above a whisper. But it was enough to catch their attention, the boys’ and the girl’s.

Y/N gasped when she saw her mum as she looked at her wide-eyed, pressing herself closer to Tom, feeling his hand caressing her back.  Nikki’s movements were graceful, slow… gentle. Could movements be soft, tender as words, meaningful as actions? Because if it could, could be, how much did they told?

She knelt in front of her sweet girl, their eyes locking together.

If gestures talked, the small movements spoke, it’d tell who loved, who thought to be equal to smaller, to look in the eye while talking. It showed equality, respect. Showed what was said mattered.

Nikki reached out for her, warmly; took the girl’s hand in hers. Her thumb caressed the soft skin. “I’m so sorry, little one.” She whispered, searching for forgiveness in the girl’s eyes.

She brought her other hand up to Y/N’s face and she felt the girl lean into the touch. So she pulled her into her arms without waiting for anything else, uttering soft promises as the girl hugged her back.

-

Sam sighed, swearing he’d turn grey rather faster than expected.

[capricornus-rex]

Hey Hon! I was wondering if you could do a request? No rush on this one :) I will say this one is a bit personal bc I tend to do this A LOT 😅 Cal comforting the reader after being hard on herself? Maybe the reader was working on Cal’s saber, ends up breaking it more (unintentionally) and once everyone is asleep, she locks herself in her own room and cries? Thanks hon! 🥺💖

Hi again Hon~! I’ve had this request of yours sitting in my inbox for long because I was too indulged in completing “A Path I Can’t Follow”!! ;;A;; sorry for the long wait, but I hope it’s worth it with this fic I’ve finally made at your request! 😁 As always, thank you always for sending me your love and support, you sweetpea! 🥰🤗🥺💖

“Perseverance Over Pride”

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The roar of the Jotaz can be heard in the entire crash site.

As if one wasn’t already enough, a swarm of Scazz popped out of their burrows and joined in. You and Cal were already busy in dealing with the larger enemy, the least you could do was Force-push the vermin away for the meantime.

“[Y/N], DUCK!”

You ducked and rolled away from his general direction, he sears the Jotaz’s arm that was supposed to be a heavy strike for you—once again, you were saved by Cal’s quicker reflexes. You finished it off by crippling the sack of blubber’s hind leg, the result made the creature stagger and Cal finally drove his lightsaber across its rotund belly.

It gave one last ear-shattering howl before falling dead on the ground. You’re still lying on your back, propping yourself on one wobbly elbow as you stared at the motionless Jotaz, gasping for air as you register the fact that it almost had you if it weren’t for Cal.

A hand appeared in your periphery, you looked up and saw Cal. You clutched his forearm as he did you, then pulled you up back on your feet.

“Thanks,” you gasped.

“Don’t mention it,”

Before Cal would clip his hilt on his belt, you heard the tiniest crackle. Quickly, your eyes were searching for the sound until you saw little sparks emitting from Cal’s saber. You exclaimed which immediately caught his attention, he followed the direction of your eyes and saw that his hilt had been severely damaged.

“Aww crap…” Cal hissed, unclipping it again and cradled it in his hands. His eyes shifted between you and his broken lightsaber. “Could… Could you… fix it this time?”

At a loss for words, you shot him a surprised and puzzled look.

“I… I busted my soldering iron, and I’ve been meaning to get a spare, but I couldn’t find in any of the workbenches we’ve passed by,” he added.

He places the hilt on your hands, you brought it closer to you for examination. You looked around the place and saw that the two of you were in the middle of the crash site by the lake.

“Well, all of the workbenches are obviously far from here. The safest is back at the Mantis. We’re gonna have to go through the ice caves again,”

He groaned jokingly, you playfully cup his cheeks and ran your thumbs across them.

“Oh, come on, you big baby!”

“Your big baby,”

You scoffed coyly and motioned to him to follow you.

With Cal unable to fend for himself, the least he could do was use his Force abilities, but using them still take a toll on him, rendering him fully incapable of combat. You take the lead, taking down anything that stands in the way between the both of you and the elevator.

“Look, the Jedi are here!”

“Take cover!” you cry out, slipping behind the rock walls as the torpedo ejects from the barrel of the launcher.

Thanks to his quick reflexes, Cal easily lifted one of the cargo boxes and threw it to the Stormtrooper reloading the rocket launcher in a panic. The two of you bolted towards the elevator, jumping across the Stormtrooper’s incapacitated body, and then stomped on the pressure plate to make the elevator work.

For the duration of the elevator ride, while catching your breath, you took another good long look at the broken lightsaber. The sparks have ceased to spew from the hilt’s insides, but the ends of the wires are cooked and have crumpled out of shape.

“The Jotaz sure did a number on the old thing,” you weighed the saber on your hand up and down.

“If Master Tapal would see that now, he’d really give me a scolding,”

“Has he ever scolded you before?”

Cal jokingly extended and then curled his fingers on both of his hands, “I don’t exactly have enough digits in my hands to count all the times that he did.”

His joke warranted a chuckle out of you.

“Quite the troublemaker, are you?”

“Eh, can’t avoid it even if I wanted to,” he shrugged and did his trademark stance with his hands on his waist while slightly shifting his weight on one leg.

“I thought you liked bad boys,” he added.

You scoffed as you coyly rolled your eyes to fix them at him, and there he was glancing back at you, you notice his eyes moving up and down—examining your entire person. You looked away, still smiling.

The elevator rumbled a hollow clang sound as it stopped for the doors to open. The way back to the Mantis wasn’t long enough. The shortcut from the ice caves to the landing pad was just a hop, skip, and a jump away. A pair of Scazz hissed and hunched their backs at the sight of you and Cal, but they lasted only ten seconds by your blade.

You finally got to the landing pad and met with the others.

“Back so soon?”

You presented the broken lightsaber in front of Cere as an answer. For good measure, you even tried to switch it on—the emitter flashed the beam for only five seconds before it was totally busted.

“Ah, I see,”

Upon entering the ship, Cal helped himself with a cup of water while you readily strode into the room but Cal snatched you by the hand and stopped you in your tracks.

“Whoa, hey, slow down there! There’s no rush on fixing that,”

“Are you sure?”

“Sweetie, we barely had time to really catch our breaths,”

You rolled your eyes pensively, “Now that you’ve mentioned it—it kinda seems that way.”

“It’s about time we take a breath, don’t you think so?”

You set down the busted lightsaber and Cal slowly reeled you in, letting you sit on his lap, whilst you gingerly combed his silken, ginger hair. He mouthed the words “Come here” in a whisper, sneakily closed in on you for a kiss which you gladly returned. You prodded your tongue into his mouth for good measure, in return, you could feel the smile in the middle of his kiss and feel his tongue dip into your own mouth.

When you pulled, you followed up with a little kiss on his forehead and found him staring back at you with his soulful, puppy eyes.

“What is it?”

“Nothing, it’s just… Have I told you how pretty you are?”

“Well, in the average count of at least twice a day, you’re short on one,” you played along.

The smirk that curled along his lip was tender albeit boyishly mischievous, he brushed away your hair to the back of your ear as he cooed.

“It’s your eyes that’s always been my favorite. You’re just so pretty, really.”

You smiled back, bit your lip at him and playfully patted his shoulder.

“I have to get this thing done if you wanna be on the move again,” you chuckled, then stood up from his lap to take the busted lightsaber from the table, he still had his grasp on you but smoothly slid off as you walked into the room.

Cal knew that you were the type of person who wants some time alone when working on something, he has been sensing the determination swelling in you ever since he asked you to repair it. You began taking it apart in a sequential order from the emitter to the sleeve on both sabers. More of the damage was seen when you’ve removed each part, especially the circuitry that’s nestled just underneath the switch—where the Jotaz had made its mark.

Apart from the destroyed wiring, the Jotaz also managed to sever the parts located within the second saber’s handle and majority of those parts conducted the power of the kyber, hence the short-lived flashing of the blade that you demonstrated to Cere minutes ago—and this only to name a few of the damages that the Jotaz has made on the saber.

“Wow, and I thought Nydaks were the worse ones,” you muttered under your breath. “Turns out they’re just the same, I suppose.”

Keeping your eyes glued on the cross-section of the lightsaber, your hands blindly rummaged on the toolbox for wire cutters and small tongs, then you pawed the storage compartment where the spare lightsaber parts are—to your dismay, there were a few internal parts that were lacking from the box.

This calls for some improvisation, and unfortunately, you’ve got little to work with.

You sigh at the realization that this is going to be a long day.

To save time, you decide that it was best to start with the ones that you can already take care of—such as replacing the wires. Your fingers gently tugged off the cooked and severed wires to replace the fresh ones, your fingers elaborately wrapped the strands together and fitted them through the narrow space between the pair of cycling field energizers.

It has been hours since you started working—two and a half hours at that, thanks to the damage done whether big or small—even so, you still feel like you haven’t done enough. You’ve poured all of your focus on the lightsaber that you didn’t sense Cal coming from behind. He slipped one arm around your waist.

“Hey,” he cooed, greeting you with a kiss on your cheek. “You’re awfully busy.”

“No thanks to that Jotaz, he didn’t exactly made this easy for me. Look!”

“Looks pretty bad,”

“That’s because it is, and I think I’d have to improvise on some of the parts. I just hope there’s spare internal parts in here,”

While he nestled his chin on your shoulder, you took some of the damaged parts and show him, out of the blue you were lecturing him about lightsaber components, what needs to be replaced, what parts are hard to find, and the like.

“Uh-huh…” he hummed, you felt his fingers brush away your hair from your shoulders and he teasingly planted kisses on your neck; goosebumps pelt your arms as the grip on both of your hands weakened.

“Cal,” you clicked your tongue, hinting the sternness in your voice.

He hummed again, his lips climbing their way from your jaw up to your cheeks while his free hand caressed the other side of your neck, his fingernails closely scratching the base of your scalp. By impulse, you slightly shift your neck to give more access for his lips.

“Not while I’m working,” you moaned.

He stopped but buried his face into the flesh of your shoulder. You chuckled suggestively and finally had the strength to pull away and twirled to face him.

“Playtime can wait,”

“That can wait,” he pointed over your shoulder with his eyes.

“Both can wait,” you fiddled with the buckles of his armor as you spoke. “I’d rather have nothing else on my mind by that time.”

“Alright then, princess. But you’ll be there for lunch, right? Greez is cooking something good—or so he says,”

“I will,”

You return to your work as soon as Cal left the room. You made a mental list of the parts that need replacing and continue with what you can at the moment. You contemplate what you can scavenge among the crates in that derelict hangar; if push comes to shove, then the Imperial bases situated in the mountains and even in the ice caves became options.

A couple more hours pass, you could hear Greez’s chatter accompanied with the clattering of plates and utensils—that’s the cue for dinner—and you start putting away the things in one corner.

“Lunch is ready,”

“Yeah, I’m coming,”

Cal scooped you up—you squealed in reaction—away from the workbench and easily marched out of the room with you in tow. The two of you made it to the table and had a helping of Greez’s stew. Of course, it’s not a meal without some conversation.

“So, [y/n],” Cere initiated. “How’s the lightsaber repair coming along?”

“Surprisingly tough,”

“Oh? How so?”

“The Jotaz that Cal fought managed to get its claws into the internal parts,”

“Like what?” Cal joined in before taking a spoonful of food into his mouth.

“The energy channel, you know that very narrow tube where the kyber’s energy goes through until the emitter? I still have to figure out how to fix that with what little we have in the inventory,”

Merrin, as inquisitive as she always is, asked more about the elaborate details in creating a Jedi’s weapon—answers came from the three of you, speaking from their own experiences. The conversation over meals became more animated as memories turned into stories to be shared over the table.

In your mind, you agreed to Cal that this was a good time to lay low for a while and take the time to avert yourself from action. It may or may not be indefinite, but at least you managed to rest your body and mind from all the strenuous action.

Immediately after dinner and helping with the dishes, you went to the derelict hangar and then ransacked the crates stashed there.

“Nerf fur… Mineral ores… Metals: large. No, that’s not it. Metals: parts and pieces, here we go!” you unconsciously read aloud the labels and exclaimed at the last one.

Upon opening the lid, your eyes lit up like a Weequay pirate finding a whole shipment of spices. There’s got to be several variants of metals in this box! You scooped up a handful of parts, take some little pickings that may fit your needs, and then returning them all back into the sea of parts—this cycle continued on for a time until you’ve ticked off majority in your mental list.

“Okay, that’s that,”

You returned to the ship and back into the workbench you went. Finally—and hopefully—having the much-needed parts. Cal paused from practicing on Cere’s hallikset to watch you come in the Mantis, acknowledge him with a smile and then disappeared into the room.

“Wow, she’s really busy with that. I hope she doesn’t stress herself over it,” Cal thought out loud, absentmindedly strumming the instrument.

The collected parts scattered on the workbench placemat and continued with the progress you’ve left behind. You were feeling good about this. Your hands were working at a brisk pace; while the lightsaber gradually returns to its original state, so did your confidence.

The final step was meditating over it—in a true Jedi fashion. Hovering both of your hands over the dormant lightsaber, you channeled your focus and your Force energy to the weapon. Images of the lightsaber, inside and out, flashed behind your eyes; you willed it to respond to your Force, remembering the teachings of Master Yoda from the time you participated in your Gathering.

“Please,” you mouthed, with only the ‘s’ whistling through the thin gap of your teeth.

Click.

You slowly open your eyes and looked at the saber sitting still on the placemat. There was a pang of hesitation when you reached for the weapon.

Is this doubt I feel? It can’t be… Not when I’ve finished it! You thought to yourself when your fingertip were mere centimeters away from touching the hilt.

Your fingers curled around the sleeve, then gently nestled the center of your thumb to the switch’s button. You mentally counted down from three, closed your eyes by the time you counted two, and then took a deep breath after whispering one. The weight of your thumb pressed against the button… and then hum of the blade sung once it was ignited.

It was a small feat, but an achievement nonetheless. You gently swung it around and its purr was silky smooth. You admired the beam, a blinding beacon inside the narrow bedroom… and then it died off voluntarily—along with your celebratory smile, in exchange, your eyes widened.

[captain-b-smooth]

midnight mimosas

Prompt: “If you want to know how she really feels about you, get her drunk.” 

a/n: let’s just pretend that one scene didn’t actually happen in canon, because i started writing this before that day came out. <3 i’ll definitely write the morning after scene, too...bc why not 

Bobby had pinched a couple bottles of champagne and hid them on the rooftop terrace.  He’d even managed to sneak a couple glasses up there.  Half of his plan was complete.  

“If you want to know how she really feels about you, get her drunk,” Graham told him earlier.  Bobby felt inclined to believe the sailor, for whatever reason, and even if he had his misgivings about it, he was determined to try.  

“MC!” He exclaimed when he saw her swaying on the lawn to some music that drifted across the villa.  She turned, eyes huge, a grin replacing her shocked look.  

“Hey, Bobby!” She stretched her arms out, and Bobby indulged her in a sultry slow dance.  Sultry for him was just swaying back and forth with her.  

“Do you fancy a chat on the rooftop?  Just you and me?” He asked, and she nodded, letting him take her hand and lead her away.  She was tottering on stilettos, and he made sure to balance her out.  She bit her lip, flushing as she realized she was walking like a newborn deer.  

Once they got to the stairs, she kicked off her shoes and left them in the dressing room.  Finally, they were on the terrace, and Bobby locked the door behind them and popped a bottle.  

“Oooh, fancy!” MC exclaimed, laughing softly.  It was music to Bobby’s ears.  He handed her a glass, and she downed it without thinking.  

“Thirsty, are you?” He teased, and she blushed as she held out her glass. 

  “I know why you’ve got me up here,” she said, winking. 

“Do you?” He raised his eyebrows.  

“You want to get me drunk!” She giggled, and he sighed, shaking his head. 

“Who told you that?  I do not!” He protested, and she shrugged.  It was Marisol, but she wasn’t going to tell him.  

“Don’t remember.  But I’m game, if you’re patient enough.” She downed the second glass, and he chuckled as he filled it up again. 

“With the way you’re throwing these back, I don’t think it’ll be long.” He teased, and she laughed as she threw back yet another glass of champagne.  

“I have a ridiculously high tolerance, Bobby,” she said, and as he pulled at his glass of champagne, she nursed hers, slowing down just a little bit.  She was tipsy already, and she’d miscalculated her tolerance.  

“Do you now?” he raised an eyebrow, and she glowered at him.  She couldn’t keep a straight face for long before she dissolved into giggles, covering her face.  

“You’d better be ready to take care of me in the morning!” MC playfully jabbed him in the chest, and he grinned, blushing. 

‘I’d be happy to take care of you for the rest of your life,’ he found himself thinking.  She waved her empty glass in front of his nose, and he laughed as he filled hers and then took a long drink of his own champagne. 

“Y’know,” she said lazily.  “This?  This is bliss, Bobby.” She slid to the floor, leaning against the wall.  He sat beside her, hugging a mostly empty bottle of champagne to his chest.  MC pointed at it, blushing.  “I wish that were me.” 

“Are you drunk already, MC?” He asked, and she laughed softly, shaking her head as she pushed the bottle aside and replaced it with herself.  He couldn’t resist wrapping his arms around her, breathing in her sweet scent as she rested her head on his chest. 

“Tip-shee.” She mumbled into his chest, and he ran his fingers down her back, and then up and into her hair.  She hummed contentedly before drawing back and grabbing the discarded bottle to finish it off.  He watched her as she put her lips to the mouth of the bottle and threw her head back.  

“You are something else, MC.” 

“You’re going to regret this in the morning, Bobby,” she said teasingly, and he laughed and plopped a pillow on her head.  She batted it away and made a move for the other bottle.  

“It’s a marathon, not a sprint!” Bobby protested, but she just grinned back at him as she popped the bottle open, yelping in surprise at the pop it made.  He couldn’t help laughing at her antics.  “At least save some for me!” He pouted, and she held the bottle up, a hand on her hip. 

“Bet I could drink this whole bottle!” She exclaimed, and he shook his head, prying the bottle from her grip before she could demonstrate. 

“I’m sure you can, MC!  Hand on heart, I’ll never forget what you did to that cake!” 

“That poor cake never saw it coming!” She tries and fails to be serious.  He can’t help but laugh with her, but when it subsides, he brushes a strand of hair out of her eyes, coaxing her chin up so she’ll meet his eyes.  

“But really, I’m not going to let you get that drunk, lass,” he says quietly, and she nods gravely before holding out her glass.  He fills it again, one hand still on her cheek.  The skin just beneath his fingers is flushed red and she’s hot to the touch.  She pulls away to take a drink.  

“You’ve been quieter than usual,” She says, frowning.  “Is everything alright?” 

He brightens, leaning in to pull something from behind her ear.  “Yeah, I just remembered I left something here.”  He pulls a cupcake from thin air, setting it before her.  She throws her free hand to her face, her mouth falling open.  

“For me?”

“A sweet for my sweetie,” He says as she giggles and downs the rest of her champagne.  She licks the frosting off of the cupcake seductively, but she just ends up with frosting all over her face.  He can’t help laughing, and she flushes under his gaze.

MC finishes the cupcake, setting the wrapper down and going to stand and look over the terrace.  She wobbles, and Bobby rushes to catch her by the elbow to keep her from falling.  “I’m good, I’m so good,” she says, but she’s slurring her words. 

“You’re so drunk,” Bobby breathes, and she turns, melting into his arms. 

“Yeah,” she breathes, before pushing back.  “No!  I’m not drunk!” She protests, and Bobby laughs softly, downing his glass of champagne.  MC sways, and he sits her down on a bench.  “Bobby, why’d you get me drunk?” She asks suddenly, and his eyebrows nearly fly off his face.  

“No reason, really, I thought you could use some fun.” He’s scratching his nose. 

“You’re a bad liar, Bobs,” She slurs, and he laughs softly.  

“Alright, you caught me,” He says, taking her hands.  He’s suddenly shy, biting his lip and blushing.  “Hey, MC?” 

“Yeah?” 

“How do you uh...how d’ya feel about me?” He asks, looking slowly at her.  Her eyes are wide in realization and something he doesn’t quite recognize, possibly amusement, and she smiles sweetly.  

“I love you, Bobs!” she exclaims drunkenly, throwing herself into his arms.  He catches her, and she can feel his heart pounding a million miles an hour in his chest.  She lets him hold her for a long moment before pulling back.  “Gonna leave me hangin’, then?” She’s swaying, and he pulls her back to him. 

“Of course I love you, MC,” he says softly, kissing the top of her head.  

“You didn’t have to get me drunk to ask me this.” She returns, pouting.  “I mean, I’m having fun, but now I can’t have more fun with you.” She folds her arms over her chest, but she sways a little before falling over.  He catches her again, holding on tight. 

“I don’t know if I could have mustered the courage otherwise!” He protests, and she laughs softly.  It’s music to his ears. 

“You’re meant to be the one drunk, then, Bobs!” She clings to him.  “Have you any water?” Her slurs are making her sound almost Scottish, and for a moment Bobby feels homesick and like he’s found home all at once.  Or maybe he’s a little drunk, too, and hearing things.  He passes her his water bottle, watching as she drinks greedily.  Her face is covered in water droplets, and under the moonlight, she looks magical.  

He can’t stop himself from leaning in, and she closes the gap, kissing him deeply.  Just as he’s starting to get lost in the kiss, she pours the rest of his water on his head.  He pulls away, laughing.  “Why would you do that?” He snorts, and she shrugs. 

“Thought it’d be funny!” She giggles, before pushing off of him and running to the door.  

“Wait!  Where are you going?” He asks.  

“To bed!” She stops, looking back at him.  “Why?” 

“I uh...I still wanted to talk,” he says, a little sheepishly.  “Maybe give you a chance to sober up before bed.  I know how you hate going to bed drunk.” 

She totters back to him, throwing herself into his arms.  “You are too good to me, Bobby,” she murmurs dreamily into his chest.  

“You deserve the world, gorgeous.” He returns, passing her his water bottle.  “You should drink this, you’ll feel better in the morning.” 

“I don’t know what I’d do without you.”  She sits down on the bench, her back stick straight.  Her expression is gravely serious, and she seems sober, but Bobby knows she isn’t.  At least, she’s got plenty of alcohol in her bloodstream.  “I mean it.” 

“I know, babe.” he sits beside her, rubbing her back. 

“Is it okay if I…” she trails off, wringing her hands nervously.  He waits patiently.  “If I pour my heart out to you?” 

“You don’t even need to ask, of course it is.” He squeezes one of her hands reassuringly.  “It’ll never change how I feel about you.” 

“When I first got here, I didn’t think I’d meet anyone I even fancied a little.  I figured it would be the same type of men I’ve always been around.  I’ve kept my walls up, and stayed guarded as much as I could, but as soon as I saw you, I knew I was in danger.”  She takes a deep breath, meeting his eyes.  He’s quiet, hanging on her every word.  She continues. 

“And with you, at first, I could not for the life of me figure out if you really liked me, or if you were just playing the game.  I won’t lie, sometimes I still wonder, but tonight has become a turning point for me.  I feel like I shouldn’t be scared anymore, and that I’ve found someone who really gets it.  I love you so much, Bobby, and even if you didn’t feel the same, I feel better for having told you.” 

She squeezes his hand, batting back tears with her other hand.  “I honestly can’t believe how lucky I am to be with you, Bobby.  We’ve been through a lot in here, but the fact that we’re still here, despite obstacles keeping us apart sometimes, tells me we have what it takes to make it on the outside.” She sighs, biting her lip.  

“MC, I love you, too.” He throws his arms around her, and she sniffles against his chest.  “And a lot of it was the same for me, too.  But being with you here, now, I know this is where I’m supposed to be, and it’s exactly where I want to be.  I didn’t think I’d ever meet anyone like you, I didn’t even know if I could ever fall for someone again.  But when I think about leaving the villa without you, it makes me fall apart a little.  

“You’re the only girl in here, in the world, for me, MC, and I want to do everything I can to keep you smiling.  Maybe I should be saving this speech for when we’re in front of everyone, but I can’t help it, I’ve never met anyone like you.” He holds her a little tighter when he feels her shoulders shaking.  “Are you...MC...are you crying?” 

“No!” She exclaims, but her voice wavers.  He leans back and tilts her chin up, wiping her tears away with his thumbs. 

“What’s wrong, cutie?” He asks, frowning, and she smiles, shaking her head. 

“Nothing, I’m just overcome with emotion.  I’m happy.” She cups his face and pulls him to her for a kiss.  He runs his fingers through his hair as he deepens the kiss, but he keeps it short.  

“You’re so beautiful,” he breathes, running his thumb along her cheek gently.  She shuts her eyes, and for a moment, she dozes off before jerking awake.  “I reckon we ought to get to bed, MC.” He tells her, and she nods regretfully.  

“I wish this moment could last forever,” she whispers, and he grasps her hand, pulling her to her feet. 

“Me too, MC, me too.” He squeezes her hand as they walk back to the villa, secure in their feelings.  Next, Bobby thought, I need to ask her to be my girlfriend. 

[luceirosdegolados]

You know fucking what??? I don't give a damn anymore! Here! Have some no-context no plot original writing bc I have stopped waiting for anyone else to give a shit so if maybe one you devils even glances at it I'd consider myself lucky.

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The lizard grabbed Malena by the collar and took a stab at her. The blade almost cut through, but was slowed down by her frantic wriggling, and once feeling the prick of the steel, she sent a messy bust of force magic to her opponent's chest, just enough to make them stumble and free herself.

She immediately threw a kick at him, and then pulled out the lighting wand.

It fired with a flash of purple light that filled the whole room. Several people shouted at once.

The lizard wailed in pain and panted, going still at first and then gently rocking.

There was another shout of pain to her left, and a sharp, audible, angry "Fuck!" from a different mouth.

"Why do you always fucking do that?!"

She turned to see Mikrel with all color drained from his face, except for the multiple specks of blood across his mouth and brow. He was kneeling over a tough looking half-dwarf, his knee pressing hard against her back. He was holding one of her hands and the other had been pinned to the ground with his trusty knife.

Malena grimaced, "What about fucking that? You creep."

"It's effective!" he shot back, twisting the knife a little as if to prove his point.

The woman gritted her teeth and growled, but refused to scream again.

"Now tie her up so I don't have to keep doing it!"

Malena rolled her eyes but went ahead and tied up legs and arms of both thugs, even if one of them was unconscious and the other was in too much pain to do anything.

At the other side of the room there was a little circle staircase leading to the upper floor, and from down there one could see the red door that marked the boss' study.

"Let's go," she called, jogging up the stairs, "with the mess we've made I'd be surprised if he was still here..."

Mikrel, however, did not seem to be in a rush. Perhaps it was because he was limping a bit.

"Nah, this fucker's a scared little rabbit... I don't think he's moved from his secret spot in the study, but even if he has... we'll catch him. Rats don't have many friends."

He gave her a wicked smile from the bottom of the stairs, and wiped the bleeding lip with his sleeve before slowly heading up.

Malena, having lost her patience, blasted through the door with another charge of the wand. Unwise, maybe, but she was in the mood.

Mikrel shook his head, "Tch tch... oh well, whatever shall we do..." he paced around the room, examining trinkets and tearing sheets of paper, smearing ink on the floor and rummaging around drawers. There was no rhyme or reason to it though, nothing in particular he was looking for, instead more fixated in the floors and walls.

The window of the study was open. "See? He's fucked off."

Malena gave a moment's thought to the perverse expression in his face, and then smiled.

"I guess we could torch the whole thing, then," she said.

Somewhere near the desk there was a sharp breath.

"Ha! Good one. We've got ya, Storvi... you can come out now. Or we will torch the place for real."

Indau Storvi, a small elf gentleman previously concerned only with timber trade, now had a much larger list of worries; namely his life, his limbs, his old business and of course his own stupidity for having crossed what now was evident were the wrong people.

Greed always got people who didn't have the balls to back up their decisions.

Malena thought he looked rather sad, like school teacher, like a clerk. He reminded her of someone she couldn't quite pinpoint, with his round chin and receding hairline.

Still, watery eyes and all, that'd been the bastard who had had the gall to steal from the Patron's supply like it was nothing, such a stupid thing to do.

Mikrel was giving him the classic spiel; a short and scary reminder that in her opinion got the point across very effectively; whoever messes with Mikrel the Cruel is fucked and will remain fucked.

And Storvi was no exception.

She had to admit that, though Mik could drive her up the wall with his antics and scattered mind, he had a trait she found extremely attractive; he always tried to have fun while at work, and at that moment it was in full display. He had scared Storvi shitless and had even taken the time to pour the contents of two inkwells over his head. This made her chuckle.

At the sound, he looked up. The golden tooth was glinting.

"Oh yeah... my mage associate... maybe I should tell her to rip out your spine..."

"N-no please!"

Malena rolled her eyes at that, but smiled.

"What do you say? Wanna have a go at it?"

She shook her head, closing the distance between them and taking Mikrel's hand between hers. He winced, but didn't pull away.

"Nah... you're doing fine by yourself, but maybe, maybe a little help..." she kissed his knuckles softly, and there from the blood and grime, black rings of dark energy started to swirl around his fingers and hardened, like a set of temporary weapons, "a little flourish."

Mikrel let out a chuckle and observed his small gift, "Not bad, woman... Nice... very nice. What do you say, Storvi? Shall we try them out, you and I?"

[for-bucks-sake]

An Apron is Just a Cape On Backwards (Not a Superhero).

Pairing: Stucky x Reader Word count: 6K. This is a whole beast. I hope that’s not too bad.  Warnings: all the fluff!, some angst, smut!! (threesome, DP, fingering, attempt thigh riding.) ,some bad language, LOVE. And for the mad people who haven’t seen it yet: Endgame spoilers.  Summary: Everything was lost, but then it wasn’t. Reader, Steve and Bucky have to make up for lost time. Soon they find it not as easy as they thought, especially because one of them didn’t actually lose anything.  A/N: Some guy was annoying the shit out of me, trashing Steve and Bucky’s friendship, so I cheered myself up by writing a second part that literally no one asked for (also I might’ve written this only bc I’m obsessed with naming my fics weird shit). So this is part 2 of Missing Is a Recurring Theme! Hope you like it! (Also, I am a whore for artist!Steve.) **If anyone is interested, I actually have some spare time, so...Requests are open!

Gif is not mine.

“Hot Stuff Coming Through?” Y/n squinted to read the printed words on Bucky’s ridiculous apron, realization hitting her and she threw her head back, ringing laugh pleasantly filling the room, “when did you get this?”

Bucky was the only one standing in the kitchen. No sign of Steve. His growing hair was tied up on the top of his head in a failed bun, miserable strands of hair escaping it only to be coated with sweat and unidentified powders. Somehow, he managed to already severely stain the black apron and the breathable black t-shirt he wore underneath, spatula in one hand and a knife in the other.

“We got it yesterday,” he said innocent enough, flexing his impressive biceps in different poses, showing off his great new purchase. Y/n breathed, shaking her head, “Wait until you see Steve’s, and yours, of course! Which reminds me, get out of the kitchen!.” “You called me here!” She protested, hitting Bucky with the book she held; Oh, how she wished it wasn’t a paperback. “We’re working on a surprise for you, Darling. You have to keep your eyes closed, or at least stand with your back to us.” “Sure thing, Hot Stuff.” She chuckled, turning around just in time to face Steve going through the kitchen door, wearing a nearly identical apron, clear bag in his hand.

“I got the colors but I’m not sure we have enough blu-“ startled, he stopped talking when he saw her, just in time to hear Bucky’s loud demands he shuts the fuck up. “Colors? What are you two planning? It’s not even my birthday.” Steve gifted her with one of his loop side smiles, “I only said it to throw you off, sweetheart.”

He went around her and passed the plastic bag to the metal arm reaching for him in a sleek motion, pausing for a second above her head indecisively before  kissing the top of it. Bucky’s heart nearly skipped a beat.

Y/n touched Steve’s shoulder as a response, brushing the bare spot the white fabric of his shirt didn’t cover, it was somehow quieter than before.

Bucky cleared his throat, “hypothetically speaking, if we wanted to bake a cake.” Y/n opened her mouth, but was cut when he continued, “hypothetically! Do we really need to add eggs? Back in the day only flour and water were enough.”

“OH MY GOD.” She groaned at Steve’s amused face,

“So…Is that a yes?” Bucky asked again, looking genuinely lost,

“I’m out of here!” Y/n almost sang, stressing the the last words. She left the room, unlocking her phone while imagining the horrors said room is going to go through.

She stepped back, pulling herself closer to the kitchen space, but never entering - only her head visible - “I sent you a link, there are thousands of recipes for cakes. Just choose one.”

They looked grateful, hands petting their pockets, already looking for their phones, “thank you, doll”

She nodded, almost leaving again; “you sure you don’t need help?” She asked on a second thought, blinking and bringing her arms to her sides,

“We’ll be okay,” Bucky said, “besides, this is supposed to be a surprise, c’mon, let us do something nice for you for once.”

She bit her bottom lip and sighed, “Ok, whatever you want.” She stepped out of the kitchen again, “Just, please don’t paint the kitchen with food coloring, it’s going to be a hell to clean up.”

“I told you, there would be no colors involved!” Steve yelled after her, followed by a not so subtle snort from Bucky.

“I thought superheroes weren’t supposed to lie!” Y/n fired back, making herself comfortable on the sofa, opening the book at the marked page. She heard Bucky laughing again, this time joined by his partner in crime,

“Well, good thing we’re not ones anymore!”

Domestic really suited them, she then thought, and happiness might make her explode.

-

“Stevie, this is…I’m at a loss of  words. It’s amazing.” Bucky always did love to praise him, all the way back to the 20th century. He could feel him, soft man inside soft clothes, behind him. Breath warm and light on his neck, making the small hairs erect from the proximity.

“It’s not even finished yet, you really think she’s gonna like it?” Steve eyed his work, melting into Bucky’s touch as he wrapped solid arms around his waist, kissing his shoulder and humming into his skin.

“I know she will.”

Steve shifted his body, turning around to meet a beautiful pair of eyes, today more grey than blue; like ocean skies early in an April morning. It’s a little game he likes to play with himself - what did Bucky’s eye color resemble today? In all the years he played, he didn’t get the same answer twice.

“What?” The skies in his eyes chuckled along when Steve stared too long, the skin around Bucky’s eyes wrinkled, a pleasant reminder of how his life had changed, laughter so acquainted with his face it decided to leave a permanent mark.

“Nothin’.” Steve smiled at the thought, feeling the hands around his middle tightened, “I just love you.”

Bucky licked his lips, gaze falling quickly to a pink, delicious mouth he could never resist. Their breaths were heavy, warm, mixing in the small space between them until Steve reached for his hair, resting his elbows on Bucky’s broad shoulders as he found his bun, fingers digging into it, messing it up impossible more, strands of hair falling to frame his face.

“Steve,” Bucky swallowed, nose brushing against nose, so close to him, he spoke into Steve’s own lips.

“Yeah?” He breathed, teeth nibbling at Bucky’s bottom lip, beard grazing his smooth jaw,

“Kiss me.”

Their mouths connected, Steve’s hands still in Bucky’s hair, knotting and pulling harder, forcing him closer; Bucky gasped, head tilted right as he found a better access, his tongue moving slowly over Steve’s lips, sucking on the corner of his mouth. Steve panted Bucky’s name, releasing one of his hands from his hair and bringing it to cup his jaw; right hand pulling his chin up, allowing Steve to trace his tongue on the warmth of Bucky’s, pressing his teeth lightly into his lower lip. 

They smelled like baking, with the faintest hint of sweat. Bucky’s pulp lips sugary to the taste, probably from all the bites he snuck into his mouth, ignoring Steve’s protests.

Metal hand soothed up and down his back, chilly material still unusual to the skin even through a t-shirt. Steve leaned his back against the counter, parting the kiss with a wet sound. Bucky smiled lazily, eyes hooded  as he nuzzled his face into Steve’s neck, fluttering kisses into his most sensitive spots,

“God.” He signed, brushing lips against the sharp edge of Steve’s jawline, “I miss your beard.”

-

Screams from the kitchen was all she heard before she threw her book to the side, cursing everything in the world she had to abandon the last ten pages unread.

Muffled swearing, a terrified “Steve.”, a burnt small and when she entered the kitchen, grey smoke.

“What happened?” Y/n asked, catching her breath but still very much alarmed.

“Nothing!” One of them said in an unnaturally high squeak she couldn’t recognize. Steve cleared his throat, “nothing.” He said again, more composed, fanning furiously the smoking oven along with Bucky.

Once the loud beeping sound stopped - smell still strong and unpleasant in their noses, but the black screen died down - they faced her, the epitome of innocence with their boyish smiles, posture hunched as they fiddled with their hands, looking astonishingly alike.

“We’re sorry.” Steve said, eyebrows furrowed as he struggled to look up, “it’s m’fault. I was so busy paint- working on something else I got distracted-“

“No no, we both know it’s on me, I should’ve-“

“I’m gonna stop you right there.” Y/n said, arms crossed against her chest as she cut them both sharply, they could be so serious sometimes. “All you did was burn half the kitchen! Lighten up guys.” She continued before they had a chance to speak, “there are no faults, I’m not mad.” She smiled, as to convince them she was telling the truth.

Both men exhaled at the same time, relieved the mess they made wasn’t gonna get them in trouble. “I can’t be mad at you, c’mon.” Y/n said wholeheartedly, bringing her arms to the side and walking forward, nudging their shoulders as to cheer them up, “I’m just upset you worked all day for nothing.” She sighed, searching for their hands, she took Bucky’s metallic palm in her right, and Steve’s in her left.

“It’s not entirely for nothing.” Bucky motioned, cupping her face, calloused flesh holding delicate features. He smiled at her, then at Steve, standing inside their impromptu circle made of limbs- “Now,” a dopey grin smudge his red lips, looking proud of himself, “we can get pizza!”

-

“You seemed a little too keen on throwing out all the food you’ve worked on, don’t you think? And look at the road!”

Bucky chuckled, stirring his gaze from her to the black sedan in front of them, “I’d much rather look at you, sugar.” He teased in a sickeningly sweet voice, y/n rolled her eyes, pretending to puke. “No one is moving anyway.” He hit the wheel in frustration, she swore she heard it creaks, “and for your question, darl’,” Bucky looked at her again, “I am extremely,” he stressed, “bummed out it didn’t work. And I mean EXTREMELY. Besides, it wasn’t the main surprise, Steve’s still working on it at home.”

“Yeah, yeah,” she huffed, gently touching his jaw and guiding it to face forward; he opened his mouth, tilting his head down to try and bite her finger, he grazed it with his front teeth and kissed it. Her smile turned to a loud laugh as a very enthusiastic driver honked his horn off behind them, universal way of signaling someone to fucking drive. Bucky didn’t have to look to see the “I told you so” all over her face.

“Shut up.” He muttered under his breath,

She pursed her smiling lips, looking innocent as ever, “I didn’t say anything.”

-

They drove in silence, Bucky hummed to the beat of her fingers drumming on the window.

“Is something wrong?” He said suddenly, making y/n jolt herself up.

“Is there something that should be wrong?” She asked, confused by the unforeseen question,

He sighed heavily, “with you and Steve…I mean.”

Oh shit. “I don’t think so, no.” She swallowed, picking at her fingernails.

“I thought superheroes weren’t supposed to lie.” Damn them, both of them and their way of knowing exactly what she feels.

“I’m not a superhero.”

“You are to me.” He said quietly, both looking intensely at the road.

“I’m not lying,” she exhaled, bringing her abused nails to her lips, biting, “it’s just… Everything is good, you know? Great. I love you, I love you both more than ever.” She shifted in her sit again, visibly uncomfortable.

“We never talked about this.” Her voice was quiet now, barely above a whisper, “I mean really talked about this. When you were gone…it was hard to keep going like everything was normal, so we somehow adjusted to a new normal, our normal. And then you came back, which I’m grateful for, everyday.” She bit her bottom lip, bringing her legs closer to her lap.

“I wake up and I see you, I see him, and I want to cry. Cry because I never thought I would be this lucky again. But when you came back we had to discover the old normal again, remember it, face the damage our previous poor way of coping did to us. Five years is a long time, Buck.”

She was holding her breath, Bucky could tell, the way she was holding her thoughts up until now.

He often forgot. He hated the feeling of memories disintegrating from his grip, in small, unnoticeable bits that he worked so hard scraping together. Most of the things come back to him eventually, the good and the bad. But this was a different type of forgetting; this time he had nothing to remember.

Sometimes it just hit him, when he watched them. How everything so drastically changed when he was gone. He saw it in the dark circles around her eyes, never seemed to fade or to brightened, no matter how much time had gone or how well rested she was. Sometimes it was in the new crease on Steve’s forehead, a grounding reminder that they, too, can run out of time. Sometimes he saw it in their faints attempts to wake up early for morning runs, can’t keep up even when they do. Sometimes it was in the hesitation in Steve’s eyes, every time he came in contact with her skin, almost afraid she doesn’t want his touch anymore.

For Bucky there was nothing to remember, but for them- there was too much to forget.

And he hated it, blaming himself in true Bucky Barnes fashion. Like he had any say on the matter. Sometime, he thinks that if he had, he’d tell them to move on.

Bucky’s life were hard on him, cruel, even - but they also taught him that time was invaluable. Precious seconds and moments had to be clenched on to, not be wasted, not be overlooked; that’s how he knew they should’ve let go. Instead of latching onto the memory of him, distant fading version of  the man he is in their minds, they could’ve started over, make their new normal a permanent one. They could’ve learned to love each other without him. They could’ve healed.

In a greedy, ugly pit inside the dark depths of his heart he was glad they didn’t, selfishness getting the best of him, thinking he might have killed himself if he woke up only to realize he doesn’t have anyone to wake up to.

Five years is a long time.

He gripped the wheel harder with two hands, nearly creating small valleys in the shape of his fingers, “He loves you.” He hushed, in a way that was almost intimate, like a secret.

“I know.”

“Sometimes I think he is going to break. He lost me so many times. Too many times in one lifetime. If he didn’t have you…He would’ve.”

“I would’ve, too.” Y/n whispered,

“I know.” He said softly, body loosen up as he spoke, “you kept each other together, you saved each other from falling apart. That’s love.”

She stayed quiet as Bucky found a parking spot, squeezing the car in a tight fit.

Her mind was roaming, she had a lot to think about.

“Let’s go?”

-

“God I missed this place.” Bucky beamed at the smell, his entire demeanor changes as they walked into the small pizzeria. Fresh dough was baking, a game was on on the beat up TV screen near the freezers, fluorescent lights planting small stars inside his eyes. Suddenly, y/n felt different, too.

They found their way between the tables, an old woman with a child were sitting to their right, a young couple to their left, some elderly men yelled at the television, heating up in a meaningless argument over the players.

They reached the cashier, first in line. His eyes looked tired, yet he treated them with a smile accompanied with a cheerful “what can I get ya?”,not letting the long shift get to him. “We’d like two large pizzas please, one with extra cheese…” Bucky’s voice faded as she dived deeper into her thoughts. His left hand was light on the small of her back, chilling the narrow strip of skin revealed when her t-shirt rode up.

Y/n looked around, tuning down the talking and the noise even more, only to catch a glimpse of a familiar face, now very less bearded, somehow younger looking. A small towel in a soft yellow hung from his shoulder, and the friendly smile that was always there didn’t disappoint, directed to her yet again. He nodded as their gazes crossed, an undisputed spark of recognition floating inside his eyes as he glanced quickly at Bucky.

The old man didn’t stay much longer, responding to the loud “dad!” calls from the back by returning quickly, not before he caught y/n nodding back, latching Bucky closer.

-

They drove in silence. Y/n trying to balance the square boxes on her lap as Bucky allowed himself to steal a slice, taking a bite every time they stopped at a red light.

“This is,” he announced with his mouth full, defying the quiet, “the best pizza ever!”

She chuckled, tightening her grip around the sides of the steaming carton, “save the declarations for Steve, I don’t really care for it either way.”

“You have to decide which side are you on!” Bucky said, finishing and swallowing his bite, looking at her, “playing both sides isn’t going to work any longer baby.”

“ROAD!” She grunted, momentarily losing her balance and falling forward, almost covering her entire sit with cheese and sauce.

“Y/n? You okay?” Bucky’s voice was concerned, and he was looking at her, again.

“I’m fine! Stop looking at me!” She moved, adjusting to a more comfortable position,

“C’mon now, you know I can drive us safely with my eyes closed.”

“I’m sure you can, you’ve had a lot of practice, too?” She scuffed,

“As a matter of fact,” he tensed, smiling sadly, “I have.”

They didn’t talk for the rest of the drive, and Bucky didn’t stir his eyes from the highway.

-

“Time for the surprise!.” Bucky announced after they sat down, eating wordlessly except from his occasional blissful moans, and Steve’s grumpy noises of disgust.

Y/n looked down at him, baffled. Her hands paused their continuant motion in the past twenty minutes. He sat between her legs, hard feelings long forgotten - placated by tender twining of fingers through his hair; chipped nails gently scratching his scalp and slowly descending to the top of his shoulders.

Steve looked up as well, tossing his pepperoni slice back to the box, willingly abandoned. “Sure. I’ll go get it.”

Y/n glanced at Steve, immediately bringing her gaze down to Bucky again, “C’mon, you really shouldn’t have.”

They both dismissed her, getting up and disappearing in the kitchen.

Y/n followed them with her gaze, despite her protests she was giddy with excitement, what it was didn’t matter - the thought of how hard they worked on it all day was enough to make her happy with whatever they made.

Blond head emerged from the room first, quicker than she thought, followed by Bucky- their hands bearing gifts;

Steve held three aprons, and what looked like a tray with a knife on it, laying next to something that was covered, she couldn’t see what it was.

Gently pushing the nearly empty pizza boxes, Steve placed the tray on the table, tossing each the matching clothes.

“Are we really gonna wear them?” Hers was different, printed colors all over it, and even in its folded state she had a vague idea what was on it.

“Open it!” Bucky clapped after he finished tying his behind his back. He was a little too enthusiastic. She caught a glimpse of Steve smiling conspicuously, can’t keep a straight face as she unfolded the apron, revealing a picture of a very detailed, hairy belly. Rolls that seemed like they were acquired by abusing the use of beer, and a pair of man boobs that horrifiedly were too similar to her own for her liking.

Both men howled with laughter, can’t contain themselves any longer when she put it on.

“Do you like it?” Bucky snickered, wiping tears from the corner of his eyes.

“You know what?” She raised an eyebrow, checking herself out, “It’s kinda growing on me.” How unbelievable it was that technically, those men were over a hundred years old.

“Good.” Steve tried to keep a straight face, failing miserably, “because you’re never, you’re never taking this off.”

“Oh, never? Not even for…?” Y/n bit her lips suggestively, looking at them as they looked at each other. She was just teasing, getting them riled up as a payback. She was trying to be funny, but their expressions weren’t as playful.

She stayed in her place, untying the ridiculous apron, unbuttoning her jeans and letting it fall down to her hips.

That was quick, she thought as they walked towards her in unison, trapping her between them and the couch.

Bucky pushed down the denim, letting her step out of it while he sat, parting his legs and pulling her down for a kiss.

Steve tangled his long fingers in her hair, smoothly pressing her against Bucky’s lips, deepening the kiss as she moaned into his mouth; Bucky groaned, hoisting her up on his lap, desperately seeking more friction. His metal arm clutched her waist with a force she knew was going to leave bruises, his other hand was holding her head in place, replacing Steve as he began to kiss her neck, sucking at the skin until it was red and angry. He smirked when she cried out, breaking the kiss only for Bucky to pull her back in. Steve licked at the ruptured blood vessels, soothing them with his tongue before he moved to a new patch of skin.

Y/n gripped Bucky’s shoulder, dire for even the slightest relief, grinding against his clothed crotch, using him to keep her balance. She was suddenly stopped when his arm held her hips steady, not allowing her to move.

“Uh, uh sweetheart,” She heard Steve rasping in her ear, biting at her earlobe, making her squirm under him, “you’re not getting off that easy.”

It was like they found their rhythm again, like buying a new record of old songs; they held her between them, undressing themselves and what’s left of her clothes, not even bothering to leave the couch.

Being so close to them was like a cure; nothing could touch her, nothing but them. She felt the weight of Steve’s lips on hers, tracing his soft tongue on her teeth, breathing lightly into her, opening her mouth for him. She didn’t need anything else.

Bucky found her right breast, bare and soft, with only the contrast of her hardening nipple reacting to his slow circles around it, only stopping to pinch her pink nub, rolling it between his fingers. He chuckled softly when her breath hitched, clinging to Steve’s naked chest and pushing her ass closer to Bucky’s cock.

She shifted on his lap, somehow; now facing Steve, mouth on his, and her back to Bucky, allowing him a better access to her sex.

Slowly, he lowered his hand, the cold of the metal meeting her heat, creating a contrasting sensation that made her whole body shiver with pleasure.

“Look at you,” he whispered in her ear, syncing the movements of both of his hands on her, “you’re so wet.”

Y/n hummed in response, hand shaping into a fist around Steve’s bicep when he caught her other breast, giving the same attention to it as Bucky.

“You’re so good for us doll.” He kissed the edge of her jaw, “Such a good girl, so wet for us.”

She groaned as Bucky slid a smooth finger inside her, slowly pumping it in and out, stretching her enough to insert a second finger between her folds.

“Faster, please.” She cried, mouth now free as Steve resumed working on marking her skin, sucking at her collarbone, allowing her to be as vocal as she wants.

“Steve, Bucky,” she bit her bottom lip, unable to divide her attention; Bucky moving faster inside her, thumb teasing her clit, and Steve squeezing her tits, bringing one of them to his mouth and scraping her sensitive nipple. It was all becoming too much.

Her hips buckled, breaths becoming more urgent as she moaned their names,

“Do you want to cum, darling?” Bucky asked from behind, not any less urgent than her, his cock becoming uncomfortably harder against his stomach and her ass by the second.

Y/n nodded furiously, swallowing a sob when a third digit entered her, “oh shit, I’m so close.”

Steve caressed her cheek, tracing the shape of her red lips with his thumb. She kissed it, taking it in her mouth fully, tongue spiraling its form and coating it with her saliva, hollowing her cheeks around it.

The heat rose to her face, knots tying up inside her stomach and going higher and higher, taking her closer to the edge.

“It’s okay, sweetheart. Come for us.”

She didn’t know who said it, too caught up in her own pleasure, but it was enough; The waves of her orgasm hit her all at once, she moaned loudly around Steve’s thumb, as Bucky didn’t stop, riding her high with her, fingers still being pushed in and out of her, milking her of her pleasure with sweet reassurance in her ears.

Bucky kissed her shoulder as she came down, still sensitive when he pulled his fingers from her heat. He growled when he saw how drenched they were, the metal collecting a good amount of her juices, “Fuck, baby.” Bucky smirked, both men fascinated by her reaction to them as if it was the first time, “I always miss your taste so much.”

He brought two wet fingers to his lips, relishing on her cum, moaning in pleasure for how sweet she is. Steve shuffled closer, bringing himself so close he was sharing Bucky’s lap with her.

He bit his lips, hungrily eyeing Bucky’s forefinger, untouched, still dripping with her. 

Steve secured his hand around the metal wrist in a firm grip, waiting for Bucky to lick his fingers clean, and taking the third one into his mouth, sucking at it until there was nothing left.

Bucky swallowed, cock twitching at the sensation of Steve’s tongue on his body. The subtle reaction captured Steve’s attention, and he moved even more forward, squeezing y/n between them, her eyes hooded in a post orgasm bliss, renewed arousal starting to form in her core again when she felt the weight of Steve against her sensitive pussy.

“C’mere.” Steve motioned, voice deep from lust. Bucky swallowed again when he felt a tug at his hair, pulling him forward. Steve crushed his lips on his, the delicious flavor of y/n still on their tongue as they tasted it off each other, breathlessly exploring. Steve took a hold of Bucky’s thick shaft, stroking him from the base to the tip, removing the precum with his thumb and smearing it on y/n lips blindly, not breaking the kiss. She whimpered, eagerly licking it off.

Steve’s hips jolted involuntarily, forcing them to part, barely catching their breath.

“Fuck, Steve…Please.” Y/n moaned at the new friction, suddenly needy for more. He positioned himself farther, just in front of her entrance, teasing her with his tip, as Bucky parted her thighs, holding her in place.

She shifted, head shaking as she turned to Bucky. “I want both of you.”

His breath hitched in his throat, the clutch of his fingers tightening around her, “it’s been so long, baby. Are you sure you’re read-“

“Please? Bucky, Steve?” She was begging now, voice small, eyes pleading, the pink blush on her cheeks matched the scarlet color of her lips, reminding Bucky of a rose. The red tint casted a celestial shadow across her face, highlighting the splatter of freckles on her nose, her dilated pupils overpowering the color of her eyes. There’s so much self restraint a man can have.

“Okay.” He said hoarsely, barley able to control himself, “whatever you want, darling.”

She smiled, biting her lips to obscure it. She didn’t care it’s been years since they were both inside her. She wanted them. Needed them.

Bucky dipped his fingers inside her soaked core, coating himself in her fluids. She gasped when he pulled them out, slowly, his other hand was parting her asscheeks, searching for her entrance.

“Shh,” Bucky kissed her left shoulder, rubbing circles around the tight ring of muscles, using her own juices as a lubricant, “relax for me, baby.”

Y/n sighed, feeling Steve length on her folds, still not pushing inside her. He stroked her hair, leaving fluttering kisses on her neck, so different from the aggressive lovebites he previously left there.

She felt her muscles loosen around Bucky, slowly but surly opening her up for him.

“Buck.” She inhaled sharply as he managed to get a finger inside her. Steve was rubbing lazy circles on her clit, and she thought she’ll cum again, the familiar coil in her guts starting to form.

“Again already?” Bucky chuckled behind her, recognizing her rapid breaths and the clutching of her walls around him. He added a second finger, sliding inside her smoothly, “I guess we’ll have to pick up the pace.”

A couple of pumps later, and he pressed a third digit into her hole, it was a tighter fit, muscles resisting it at first, but he was persistent.

“So tight.” He exhaled, humming at the nape of her neck. Y/n opened her eyes, not realizing how hard she shut them, only to see Steve’s hungry look on them, devouring both of their naked forms.

She felt the fire igniting in the pit of her stomach, a softer pleasure washing her when she came, panting and hiding her face in the crook of Steve’s neck.

Steve chest vibrated with laugher, placing a hand on her back, “Are you okay?”

Y/n nodded, leaving the safety of his neck to look at him, words too difficult to form.

“We’re almost there,” Bucky reassured, gathering her newly found slick to coat his cock, pulling out his fingers. He moved himself to her entrance, stretching her painfully even with all his caution.

“Yes, just like that baby, you’re doing so good.” He praised her while caressing her arm, moving another inch deeper until his base hit her ass.

She let out a strangled gasp, shutting her eyes and correcting her breaths. Steve squeezed her palm, signaling her to open her eyes. She looked at him, already looking wrecked; “Are you sure, y/n? It’s okay if you-“

Y/n bit her bottom lip, smiling at him as sweetly as she could, “pretty please?”

The man huffed, letting out a low chuckle and placed himself against her dripping cunt, thrusting his hips into hers, gradually filling her up.

“Oh shit.”

It was always overwhelming at the first thrust. Being so full she forgot how empty she used to be. The stretch opening her up, reminding of something she hasn’t felt in five years. Right now, she might’ve felt complete.

She wasn’t ready, until now, having them both in the same level of intimacy like before. But this was so impromptu, so raw, so them; it was only natural for her to feel like herself again.

They stayed still inside her, giving her the time to adjust, already twitching, and she felt every inch of them against her damp walls, clenching around them, making it unbearable for them not to budge.

Y/n was the one to initiate. Recognizing how restless they grew, she rolled her hips, a whine escaping her lips just when Steve and Bucky moaned deeply, holding onto her.

She did it again, this time it stung less, her body getting accustomed to the presence of them inside,

“Y/n.” Bucky groaned, holding her hips in a steel grip.

“Yes?” She blinked at him, innocently.

“Stop that.”

“Why?”

“You’re hurting yourself.”

There was a pause, “I’m not, it’s okay.”

Steve and Bucky shared a look above her head, brief but meaningful. Steve pulled himself back slowly, stopping at the half of his length, only to pound into her again; she shut her eyes, her hands on Steve’s bare chest, feeling the flex of his muscles under it.

Bucky did the same thing- he drew himself out and pushed back in, knuckles tightening around her middle.

Beads of sweat formed in the valley of her breasts as they slammed harder each time, picking up a pace between themselves, moving in turns and then together, whispering words to sooth her pain.

Y/n was a mess under them, being so completely full, any discomfort long gone or replaced by pleasure.

“Guys,” she whimpered, “I’m close.”

Her eyes teared up, head shot back and met Bucky’s shoulder; she squirmed, able to taste her edge now. She couldn’t take it, her hips shifting involuntarily to the sides as they fucked into her.

They held her still again, nearly collapsing over her from how close they were, how good she took them.

She was the first one to come. Waves on waves of pleasure striking harder than before. She could taste her salty tears and hear herself screaming, nails clawing at anything she could find.

“Fuck!” Bucky grunted, hips thrusting into her repeatedly until he came inside her, leaning his head on her neck, holding her close for Steve to continue until he got his release.

“Shh, baby." Bucky whispered, “It’s okay, we’ve got you.” Steve rocked her body, crushing his hips into hers desperately, his eyebrows furrowed, cheeks rosy. He was close too.

She whined, clutching walls around him for the last time, not having any energy left in her to do anything else. Steve inhaled sharply, the tightness of her pushing him over the edge.

He spilled hot shots inside her, nearly collapsing on top of her in a tangle of sweaty bodies.

They stayed like this, not daring to move, still buried deep within each other.

“We forgot the cake.” Y/n laughed breathily.

“You weren’t supposed to know it’s a cake.” Bucky muttered, toying with a couple wet strands of her hair lazily.

“We kinda gave it up, Buck.” Steve admitted, “I’m pulling out, sweetheart.” He gave her a few seconds to prepare -say goodbye to the comforting warmth of the both of them surrounding her- lifting himself up using the arm of the sofa. In one slick motion he was no longer inside her, the sudden emptiness alien and unwanted. A mix of her juices dripped down her legs slowly, blending with the shots of cum Bucky left in her, too, as he mirrored Steve’s actions, removing himself from her hole.

It was awfully lonely all of a sudden.

“C’mon baby.” Bucky lifted her up as well, handling her as gently as he could, “let’s get you cleaned up.”

“No, no.” Y/n protested, “I wanna see the surprise.”

“It can wait for tomorrow.” Steve said, piling up the boxes on the table, cleaning up after them.

“You didn’t spend all day making it so I would see it tomorrow, show me.” She was stubborn, persistent, they knew too well it was a losing battle once she sat her mind to something. And she was already set on the couch again. They exchanged looks, sighing and sitting down to her sides.

“It’s not much.” Steve said, suddenly feeling self conscious about his work.

“It’s amazing,” Bucky reassured, knowing Steve isn’t going to uncover it himself so he did it instead, peeling the cover off to reveal it.

Y/n gasped, drinking in the work of art in front of her; It was a rectangle shaped chocolate cake, completed with white frosting evenly spread on top.

There was a painting drawn into the cream, light strokes of brush that only one person could create, a beautiful mess of blue and red, like watercolors fighting to create harmony between them. It was them, it took her a while to find sense in the chaos, but eventually she recognized three figures, fitting into one.

 Beautiful.

“Steve.” She breathed, “we’re never eating this.”

“We’re not sure how edible it is, anyway.” Steve laughed in relief, embracing her and kissing her temple.

“We are.” Bucky all but jumped on them, wrapping his arms around the two in an awkward yet loving hug, their laughs ringing together in a gracious melody, “It’s not.“

[calliefm]

a thread between callie & roman bc we were to lazy to do it in the dash ! enJOY this mess

roman: roman had thrown himself onto the couch and he wasn't really planning on even leaving. in just one day he'd gone from feeling on top of the world to feeling like pure shit. he didn't even know why he told callie where he was. he actually didn't really want to see her right now, but at the same time he couldn't help but hope for an explanation. maybe they could, for once, be functioning human beings and talk something out properly? 'it's open' he yelled when he heard someone - most likely callie - knocking on the front door.

callie: her jaw stayed clench, but his last text made her let out a small breath. ' what? ', she scoffed to herself. she quickly texted back, pushing herself off of the couch. is that what he really though she was trying to do?, she thought.  with the small space of time she began to think about the whole situation ( something she should've done way before this blew out of proportion ). once she got the texts it was only a few seconds before she was at his door. her hand went for the handle, but she paused and then placed a few knocks on the door. once she heard his voice, she opened the door, taking a few steps in. ' hey... ', she said in a voice that didn't sound like her own. ' um... do you really think i wanted to fuck whatever we have up ? ', callie added with a nervous laugh, as she made her way towards the couches.

roman: roman didn't move when callie entered or when she spoke. finally after a good few seconds of uncomfortable silence, lifted his face from where he'd buried it in a throw pillow, still not looking at callie. 'yeah i do. that's what happens when you first get mad without telling me why so you're basically just picking a fight for nothing, and then you believe some weird shit my roommate made up about me for some weird reason? this could've all been avoided if you'd just asked me.' he dropped his head again, sighing into the pillow. he really wasn't looking forward to the conversation he was probably gonna have to have with ian later. especially since he was wearing the pink hoodie ian had got him, and roman did not have the energy to move off this couch, much less to change his clothes. 'listen i told you before..' roman started, slightly muffled by the pillow, 'if you're gonna fuck me over just.. don't.' if he hadn't buried his face into all this fabric, callie would've probably heard how unsteady his voice was. 'i can't deal with that again.'

callie: she stood a few spaces in front of roman, hoping it would lift himself up to face her, but after a while she figured that wasn't going to happen. the blonde lowered herself to the floor, sitting on it with her legs crossed in front of her. her fingers immediately raised to her mouth and she began to chew on them as she listened closely to roman. callie knew she was wrong. she's had countless lectures from her parents when she acted without thinking things through, but she wasn't ready to admit it just yet. her eyebrows furrowed down just as she opened her mouth to talk. ' why the fuck would i want to hurt you ? ', she replied. ' jesus, roman... i l- ', she started, but quickly shurt her mouth. ' i wouldn't do that to you. ', callie caught herself. she dropped her hands to her lap, staring down at them for a while before sucking in a breath. ' ok fine, i'm sorry. i should've talked to you first. but, i was scared that it was true... ', she admitted, her voice lowering towards the end.

roman: 'well you did do that.' roman said, still muffled, and when he said it even he himself cringes at how petulant it sounded. in the back of his mind roman knew she wouldn't do that, but there was a bigger part of him that was convinced that she would. he had to admit that he, too, had jumped to conclusions. 'apology accepted.' he finally said, sitting up with some dramatic sighing and groaning, acting like an old man, until he could actually face callie properly. 'i wouldn't do that to you either, like why would i got through all this stupid shit saying i'm not sure if we should make this a thing because of what my ex did and all that, but then giving this - whatever the fuck this is - a try anyways only to do a complete 180 and go sleep with someone else?' roman chewed on the inside of his cheek, a realisation bubbling up after spitting out these words at callie. 'you know maybe that's the issues. we're all like "i don't know what this is" and  "we're just taking it easy". i don't think that's working. for both of us. we need more.. stability.' he'd almost said commitment instead, but he knew callie and he knew the fastest way to escalate this conversation into something even worse.

callie: a small smile appeared on her face when he accepted her apology. it was easy, how fast they forgave each other, which was silly considering how stubborn callie was to actually apologize. her eyes followed him as he got up. it had been a while since she's actually seen him, which is entirely strange to her. her body leaned forward with her elbows resting on her knees. her mouth formed a small o as roman threw out his thoughts. ' i mean... ', callie shrugged. all of the sudden she turned into a little kid who couldn't admit that they had a crush. she attempted to shake it off, but a bit of it stuck. ' define... stability. ', she asked with a small, awkward laugh. callie had no idea why the thought of being tied down made her uncomfortable. all she wanted was to be something with roman. it was the obvious thing to do, but again, she sat in front of him with her face turning red, unable to say what she was in her mind.

roman: roman had expected some squirming, however he had not expected callie to actually turn red and go all quiet. 'stability is already pretty defined.' he tried to joke, but he soft laugh sounded more awkward than lighthearted. 'we just need to be more clear about where we stand. so that we won't have to refer to this as "this". give it a name i guess?' suddenly it dawned on him what they were doing. 'i'm pretty sure we're having a what are we conversation. what the fuck.'

callie: ' right. ', she let out a hefty breath before sucking one back in. she got up from her spot on the floor. she pushed romans legs a bit to the side, and took a seat on the couch. ' i hate that. ', she mumbled as she buried her face into roman's chest. ' ok. what are we ? ', she sighed, resting her chin on his chest before moving so she sat back up straight. ' you first. ', callie added before he could ask her what she thought.

roman: it was almost weird how quickly they went from fighting to being as affectionate as ever. roman instinctively brushed some hair out of callie's face, thinking about the big question they were now accidentally discussing. so much for taking things slow. 'i mean we're not just friends...' he started, wanting to shrivel up into a ball from cringing so bad. why was this conversation so hard? it seemed so simple. 'so more than friends.' he stated, event though that still wasn't giving this thing a name. 'your turn.'

callie: she nuzzled her face into his hand when he brushed a few strands of hair out of her face. ' no we're not. ', she repeated. her focus fell to a piece of strand that was stuck on his shirt. callie began to play with it. ' ok so no friends with benefits or any of that then... scratch that off hte list ', she joked. ' um well i agree... how about... someone that i like a lot... i don't know how to do this. ', she sighed. ' ok ok... how about best friends who like each other a lot and yeah.. '

roman: 'well there are benefits to being your friend. just not of the sexual kind.' roman said, a cheesy smile plastered on his face. his expression quickly turned more serious after callie spoke again. 'but we've always been best friends who like eachother a lot. and, uhm, best friends who kiss sounds like friends with benefits again. although i do like to kiss you. very important detail.' he could keep making cheesy jokes for a long time, but they would have to say it eventually, they'd have to actually go there. 'okay so please don't run out of here and hide from me forever but here's the thing. i'm just gonna say it... relationship.'

callie: in response to roman's cheesy jokes, callie's eyes just widened and looked off to the side before letting out a small forced laugh. ' ok you can stop now... ', she responded by putting her hand over his mouth before he can say anything else cheesy. her hand only remained for a bit before she moved to so it rested on his chest again. her heart stopped when he said his last sentence, but she knew it was coming. she pushed her lips together and nodded. ' i mean... if that's what you realllllly want... then yeah. i could be okay with it. ', she responded, attempting to hid the wide grin that slowly began to appear on her face. ' yeah i could be okay with that. ' her last sentence surprised her.

roman: roman had expected callie to push back a little. relationship sounded a lot like commitment. but even though she was trying to hide it, the smile on her face was pretty obvious. roman mirrored it, taking her hands and intertwining their fingers. 'i want you to want it too though.' he said, even though he knew she wasn't being completely serious. 'i don't just want you to be okay with it, you need to want it too. otherwise it's not fun.'

callie: her nose scrunched up as she caught his eyes. ' yeah, of course i want to. ', she replied, letting him take her hand into his. ' i mean... i wouldn't of... y'know... made a whole ordeal about the whole cleo thing if i didn't. ', she admitted. ' by the way, if you ever want to leave me for cleo, i would whole heartedly understand. i was just being dramatic. i would leave me for cleo too... i mean... she's... cleo. ', callie added in a light joke. ' so now what... can i refer to you as ro still or like do i have to refer to you as my boyfriend. or do you prefer something else ? ', she asked.

roman: 'i would not leave you for cleo ever. you don't mind me rambling and... being me basically. what am i gonna do with cleo? be quiet? have you seen me be quiet for more than a minute ever?' roman laughed. though he'd come to a better understanding with cleo, she'd never even come close to what callie meant to him. 'oh you can only call me your boyfriend now.' roman made a confused face. 'boyfriend sounds weird. roman, ro, whatever. i just.. i don't really want everything to change because we're actually together or something. we're still best friend right? you just also happen to be my girlfriend.' he made the same confused face again, laughing softly. 'my girlfriend, that's weird too. good weird though.

callie: callie simply gave him a shrug back. she knew cleo wasn't a fan of him, which now... it doesnt make any sense why she thought he did. ' you're right. ', she admitted. her face looked amused as he rambled on. ' okay so, ro works. ', she nodded before letting out a laugh. ' you can call me your majesty. or your majie for short. ', callie said with a serious face, continuing to nod her head.

roman: 'your majie, mhh' roman said as if he was trying it out. 'okay i can do that. but you have to call me my lord and-' he burst out laughing before he could finish his sentence. he couldn't believe just minutes ago he'd felt like his life was one big pile of shit. right now he felt nothing but giddy. 'okay okay just kidding. i think if you called me that i would never stop laughing.'

[thinkaboutdobrik]

The Green Gate - Colby Brock

a/n: this is for my lovey dovey baby bubba because she was feeling down today k love u the most

plot: the last party at the trap house, and the reader and colby are flirting

sidenote: this story is all over the place bc ive been feeling all sorts of emotions writing this. but its fluffy!!!

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Sitting on the couch with Katrina, Sam, Jake and Brennen, you were singing and dancing along in your seats to the music that was blasting through the speakers. Crowds of people were dancing and chatting all throughout the house.

There were people in the kitchen, in the foyer, in the livingroom and probably upstairs as well - the place was packed with people, enjoying one last party at the Trap House.

"Here, take this!" Brennen offered and handed you his red solo cup.

You gave him a funny look and laughed. "I'm okay, Brennen. I think I'll grab one for my self." you laughed, rejecting his half empty solo cup and pushed your self off the couch, using Brennens thigh for support.

"You guys want anything?" you turned around and asked the rest of your friends. They all shook their heads and you shrugged before heading towards the kitchen.

Pushing your way past the big crowd of strangers and vlogsquad members, you finally made it to the kitchen and landed your eyes on Colby's.

A wide smile fell onto Colby's lips as his eyes lit up when he saw you. "Y/n, come here." he yelled over the music, motioning for you to come over.

He loosely rested his hand around your shoulder and handed you a drink, before you leaned back on the kitchen counter.

"So, how's it going? You having fun?" Colby asked you in your ear, his breath smelling like alcohol - but not too much. He wasn't anywhere near as drunk as the people around him.

You nodded and smiled in return, turning towards him, looking him up and down as a small chuckle escaped your mouth.

"I like your suit." you giggled, running a finger down his chest as you examined his black, starry sweatsuit.

Colby laughed in return, popping his hip out, almost striking a pose. "Thanks! I'm feelin' kinda sexy in this one." he joked and raised his yellow tinted sunglasses.

You laughed in return and leaned your head on his shoulder, nuzzling up to him whilst he pulled you into a tighter hug.

"Check out the back yard, bro. People are jumping in the pool!" Jake exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air as he looked at you and Colby.

You and Colby shared a confused look, before following Jake out to the back yard. Colby loosely grabbed a hold of your hand, leading you through the crowd of people before you stepped outside.

Jake was not kidding when he said people were jumping in the pool. Some fully clothed, some fully nude. You gasped at the sight of the naked people in the pool, and Colby jokingly covered your eyes with his hands. "Don't look!" he laughed, turning your around away from the pool before wrapping his arms around you.

"Are you serious right now? Get a room!" Corey jokingly complained from behind you, laughing as he threw his hands in air.

Colby swung your body side to side and gave Corey a funny look.

You and Colby joined Corey and Devyn, and the rest of the guys around the firepit, laughing and chatting for what felt like hours.

After a little while all of you headed over to the pool to hang out with the rest of your friends and watch all the shenanigans going on in the water. People were jumping from the shark tower, other were lounging on floaties - despite how cold it was out, they seemed to have the time of their lives.

Listening to Corey joke about some of the guys inside of the house, Colby gently tugged on the end of your sweater. You turned around and looked at him confusingly.

"Come here for a sec." he whispered in your ear as he looked around, gently grabbing your hand and leading you towards the side of the house.

"In here." he whispered and opened the green gate, taking one last look around him before pulling you along with him.

You had no idea what he was up to, or why he was whispering so much. It almost seemed like he didn't want to get caught.

The space was tight and dark, and there were barely any lights causing you to trip over a few rocks and some sticks here and there.

"Ow!" you hissed and held onto your knee. Colby quickly turned around, and even though you couldn't fully see his facial expression you knew he was looking at you funny.

"Would you keep it down? I'm trying to sneak away here.." he mumbled with gritted teeth, giving you a funny face expression before he let out a small chuckle.

"Where are you taking me anyways?" you whispered and grabbed a hold of his hand again.

Colby was leading the way through the darkness, but before reaching to the other side he stopped mid way.

"What? What happened?" you asked in confusion, peeking over his shoulder.

Colby shook his head and chuckled. "Nothing. Just be quiet."

You did as he said and kept quiet and leaned yourself up against the wall.

Colby grabbed both of your hands, intertwining his fingers with yours.

"Your hands are so cold, Colby." you squealed as you felt his cold fingers. You put your hands together and brought them up to your mouth to gently blow on them, trying to get some heat back into his hands.

"Don't worry about that. But listen, there's something I've been meaning to ask you." Colby said, bringing your hands back down again, squeezing them a little tighter.

You smiled and tilted your head at him in confusion, waiting for his question.

Colby took a small step forward, inching closer towards you and you could barely feel his hips pressed up against yours.

"Can I kiss you? Sorry if that's, like, so out of the blue." he laughed, the alcohol in his body giving him enough confidence to finally make a move.

You giggled and looked up at him, leaning closer to him so your noses were brushing over eachothers, and nodded.

He placed his hand gently on your cheek, stroking it a little with his finger, and smiled before glancing down at your lips. Leaning in, his lips were brushing over yours and you could feel his warm breath lightly hit your lips before he finally placed a soft kiss on your lips. His lips were cold against yours, but that didn't stop the swarm of butterflies to appear in your stomach.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled away slightly, smiling at him. "What took you so long?"

"I don't know. I guess I never-"

"Well, well, well. What do we have here?" a familiar voice came from beside you. Turning around, your eyes immediately landed on the blonde haired boy and the blue haired girl standing on the other side of the green gate.

"I told you they were a thing! Hellooo?" Katrina playfully punched Sam's shoulder, making him flinch and pretend to get hurt.

You buried your face in your hands and giggled, and Colby took a step forwards standing in front of you with his arms spread apart, covering you. "Back off, she's mine!" he laughed before clenching his fists, pretending to fight the two of them.

Colby playfully wrestled Sam a bit while you and Katrina stood on the side line, watching them, laughing your asses off.

"I won!" Sam cheered, throwing his hands in the air in celebration.

Colby sighed and ran a hand down his face, staring at the ground. You approached him and placed a hand on his shoulder and the other on his chin, tilting his head towards you.

"He totally cheated and you won for sure. Just let him have this little moment." you whispered and assured him, giving him a quick little wink before watching Sam and Katrina run away, cheering and laughing.

Colby scoffed and jokingly rolled his eyes. You cupped his face in your hands and smiled. "Come. Let's head inside." you said and grabbed his hand, leading him towards the house.

"Brooo, where have you been?" Brennen slurred as you entered the house.

Colby shrugged. "Just around."

As time went by, more and more people got too drunk to function and people had started leaving. You decided to stick around for a little while longer to help the roommates clean up around the house.

Cleaning up all the cups and empty beer bottles, you filled the garbage bag full of junk and threw it in the dumpster.

Everybody had done their chores for the night, and just about all the roommates had already gone to bed, exept you, Jake and Colby.

"Alright, I'm gonna head to bed, guys. See ya tomorrow." Jake said and stretched his arms and yawned.

"Good night, Jake." you smiled as he headed up the stairs.

Spending a night sleeping in Colby's bed wasn't new to you. His bed was soft and comfy, and big, and let's face it - Colby was a great cuddler, so naturally you wanted to stay the night, and he loved when you did that.

"Do I get to cuddle you tonight too or are you heading home?" Colby questioned from the kitchen as he threw away the last few cups in the bin.

"Colby, it's 5 am. Do you really think I'm going home now? You're not getting rid of me that easily." you laughed.

Colby approached you and picked you up bridal style, giggling at your reaction to how easily he picked you off the floor. He carried you all the way up the stairs before putting you down on his bed.

"Get comfy." Colby smiled as you tucked your self in and fluffed the pillows.

Colby slid under the covers next to you and wrapped his arm around you, pulling you close before leaving a small trail of kisses down your jaw and neck.

"Good night, Colbs." you whispered and wrapped your arms around his, intertwining your fingers with his.

You felt him smile into the crook of your neck, hugging you tight. "Night, y/n."

[trans-fushiguro]

In a Week

Narancia has a huge crush on the cute boy in his Literature class who smells like flowers.

NaraMis Week 2019 - Day 4: Fear/Comfort/Flowers

So this is my first time posting a fic on tumblr but i got a shit ton of other fics, mostly overwatch, taz amnesty, and jojo fics on ao3 so feel free to check them out!

This was a part of NaraMis Week that was organized by @blubby-glub and just decided to post here bc i actually liked it

You can read this fic on ao3 here

The first time Narancia meets Mista, he almost runs him over.

He didn’t mean it at all! It was that all three of them were running late, Abbacchio having left the house in a hurry, driving in a way no self-respecting police officer should drive. All three of them had slept pass their alarm and the only reason they were awake was by the sole fact that Fugo had yelled a curse out loud, startling him and Abbacchio awake. Class started at 7:20 and to say they were running late was an understatement. They had ten minutes to get the school, and by god will Narancia get them there on time, traffic laws and the usual twenty-five-minute drive it took to get there be damned.

Let it be known that Narancia doesn’t usually (read: ever) drive. Driving was left up to Fugo, who while prone to a severe case of road rage, is quite the good driver. The only reason that Narancia was driving that instant was because of Fugo not being able to find his license. Leaving Narancia to be the driver for the day. Something Narancia hated six minutes later, four minutes to go before the two were officially late.

Narancia was gunning down the road, definitely over the speed limit when he notices two figures starting to cross the road. Fugo shouts and Narancia curses, slamming the breaks. He probably would’ve hit the taller of the three were it not for the other two quickly pulling the other back and out of the way. The group of five stared at each other, shocked and a little terrified at what had almost occurred before the girl of the group recovered and threw them the nastiest glare either of the boys had ever seen.

“Hey! Watch where you’re going! You couldn’t have almost killed him!” she shouted, anger making her frame tense. Narancia gulped. Man, she is terrifying. She turned to her companions, a blonde kid and the guy with the beanie. “Are you okay? That idiot didn’t manage to clip you right?” she asked, another poisonous glare thrown at them. The taller of the boys nodded, releasing a shaky breath.

“Yeah, yeah, no, I’m fine! Just a close one,” he laughed weakly, glancing at Fugo and him. Narancia felt himself dying of embarrassment. Before either of them could open their mouth to apologize, the blond in the back pipped up.

“We have two minutes left. We got to go,” the other two cursed and the trio ran off towards the school. Narancia and Fugo stared after them for a solid minute, before Fugo broke the silence.

“You… are never allowed to drive again…” he said slowly, staring after the group as they entered the building. Narancia nodded.

“Agreed,”

They got there late. Fugo flicked him upside the head as they ran down the hallway, dipping into a classroom on his way. Narancia grimaced and picked up his pace. Maybe Risotto hadn’t shown up? He kept that hope as he turned and ran to his classroom almost slamming into the door. He throws it in, heaving only to have the whole class and Risotto stare at him. So much for that dream. Risotto raised a thin white eyebrow.

“Sorry…” he heaved, still searching for air. The teacher just rolled his eyes and gestured to the last open chair, that happened to be with the last person Narancia wanted to see right now. He wasn’t sure what god he pissed off that lovely Tuesday morning but damn it if karma wasn’t helping them. Sitting in the desk at the back was the dude with the beanie. The one he almost ran over.

Narancia didn’t know if he should laugh or just cry at this point.

“Narancia, if you would please take a seat over there next to Guido so I can continue the lesson you rudely interrupted? Thank you,” the man said, a little exasperated.

“Sorry, sir,”

“Don’t let it happen again,”

Narancia felt dread as he walked to the back of the room. The boy didn’t notice he was there until he pulled the chair, the legs scraping against the scratched linoleum, causing the other (Guido, his brain supplies) to jump in his seat, startled. He can hear a sigh from the teacher. Oops. It’s not even eight yet and this might just be one of the most horrifying and embarrassing days of his life. Must be a new record. Guido stares at him, surprised as he sits down, before turning back to his doodling. Narancia tries to ignore the haunting situation he finds himself in. He tries to focus on the lecture but he couldn’t care less about the difference between a Shakespearean and Petrarchan sonnet, and so his eyes begin to drift. They end up landing on Guido.

The other boy was taller than him and seemed a bit more muscular. He wore a purple beanie and a striped baggy shirt. He could see some curls peeking out from beneath his hat. He had long lashes and the darkest eyes he’s ever seen. He was focused on his doodling, brows slightly furrowed and tongue peeking out slightly.  Narancia glanced and saw he was doodling flowers, different kinds. Narancia didn’t know much about flowers but the little drawings were pretty nice. He noticed a bundle of roses, what was probably a daisy, a tulip, among others. It was pretty cute. He was pretty cute. Dear God, he almost ran over the cute boy in his literature class who draws flowers. The situation had been present in his mind, yes, but it hadn’t quite sunk in that 1) the almost-victim of the vehicular manslaughter he almost committed is just his type and 2) he would have to see him every other day for the rest of the school year.

Narancia groaned and put his head on his desk. Quite possibly the worst day of his life. He can already imagine Fugo’s sadistic glee at seeing him suffer like this. He felt a soft tap at his head, he groaned. He didn’t even care if it was his teacher, he just needed to suffer for five minutes an then he’ll be somewhat okay. The tapping returned, just a little more prodding, and that’s when Narancia noticed that the tapping was coming from his other side. He felt mortification engulf him as if he was thrown into a lake. He snapped his head up quicker than he thought, headbutting Guido, who had leaned in a little closer than he expected. The other boy hissed in pain, hands shooting up to cover his nose. Narancia cursed, having slammed his knee with his desk when he jumped up.

“Narancia, how many times will I have to call you attention in this class?” Risotto approached them, voice tired. The whole class stared at the two of them, not that Narancia noticed as he was too busy looking at Guido horrified. The other’s nose had started bleeding. The older man turned to look at Guido holding his nose and Narancia’s hand rubbing his bruised leg and sighed.

“Both of you go to the nurse’s office,”

Narancia couldn’t even reply, he felt horrified. Guido nodded and began to stand up, spurring Narancia into action. He winced at the pain in his leg.

“Thank you, R-Mr. Nero,” he said, quickly before whispering, “You think you can not mention this to Abbacchio?”

“Not a chance.”

“Yeah, I figured.”

He and Guido left the room, Narancia making sure there was enough distance between the two. He didn’t want to trip Guido or anything, because knowing his luck, he might just break the other’s arm or something. In moments like this, he was glad Fugo wasn’t around. He thinks his brother would have just died of laughter at the hole Narancia’s dug himself in. It was kind of pathetic.

“Hey, uh… Narancia, was it? Can we stop by the bathroom? I could use a napkin… or two for, you know,” Guido said, gesturing to his nose. His voice sounded a bit nasally from the pressure he was putting on his nose, blood dripping from his nose through the cracks in his fingers and down his chin. Oh, yeah. That would’ve been smart. Great thinking Narancia.

“Y-Yeah! Of course!” Narancia was never going to leave the house ever again, education be damned.

After a quick detour to the bathroom, they arrived at the nurse’s office. She gave an ice pack to Narancia to keep the swelling down and gave some cotton balls soaked in alcohol to Guido. The two sat next to each other, Guido’s head tilted back, and Narancia fighting not to bounce his injured leg. The silence felt oppressive to him.

Just talk to him, introduce yourself to him. ‘Hey, I’m sorry for almost hitting you with my car and for headbutting you!’ Easy, you got this!

“You should look both ways when you cross.” What the fuck. Guido gave him an incredulous look.

“Are you serious?” Why was he built like this?

“T-That’s not what I meant! I really really did not mean for that to come out?” He panicked, flailing his arms around. This is officially the worst day of his life. “I meant to say sorry! For almost hitting you with my car! This morning! Hi, I’m Narancia! Also sorry for headbutting you! It’s just not been my day and I was speeding and your name is Guido isn’t it? That’s a nice name! Uh, anyways! I’m sorry for um almost killing you? God, that’s horrifying. Your friend is also really scary, she terrified me and my brother. Why do I keep talking? I AM SORRY!”

Mista blinked, taken aback by the speed at which Narancia delivered his small, disjointed speech. Narancia was already choosing which kind of coffin he would like to bury himself into. He’s thinking nice mahogany, painted black. He thinks Abbacchio would like it.

Guido opened his mouth, Narancia already finalizing his testament, but was interrupted when a man with a black bob opened the door. He wore a long-sleeved loose shirt, with light washed jeans and rubber boots. His eyes swept through the room before landing on the two boys.

“Hey, Bruno…” Guido smiled sheepishly, the cotton ball still held near his nose. “Funny seeing you here,”

The man, Bruno, just stared at the other, unimpressed.

“When I told you that I was picking you guys early, it wasn’t a free pass to get sent to the nurse’s office.” Mista shrugged.

“It was an accident.” Bruno huffed, rolling his eyes. Narancia could see a soft smile grace his features.

“Sure it is. Either way, I’m glad you are okay. Let’s go wait for Trish and Giorno.” From behind the older man, Narancia catches the glimpse of a police hat and silver hair. Oh shit. Abbacchio appears behind Bruno, saying a soft excuse me, before his eyes land on Narancia. They look at each other for a solid minute. Abbacchio turns to Guido and Bruno, the latter helping pick up the former’s bag while Guido wiped the blood from his face. Abbacchio turned back to him.

“What the fuck, kid?” Narancia would like to know too.

Fugo had had a field day with this one, his adopted brother laughing for five minutes straight. Whenever the laughter would petter down, one look at Narancia would start the laughter again. Finally, Abbacchio took pity on him and put an end to it.

“Alright, Fugo, lay off. Sure he almost hit this guy with the car, ran into the class all sweaty and gross, which Risotto texted me about just so you know, and then proceeded to headbutt the same kid and bruise the hell out of his own knee in the process is funny, but you should stop teasing him about it,” the policeman said from where he was cooking the dinner for the night. Fugo cackled and Narancia slammed his head on the table.

“I hate you both,”

The idea of going to school was haunting. Even if Abbacchio let him stay home the next day, he still had to face Guido. Something he really didn’t want to do. He felt both relieved and upset that Guido wasn’t there in the first block. It wasn’t until lunch when he was sitting with Fugo, waiting for Sheila, that he got an answer. The blond kid that had been with Guido approached them. He looked at the small group before his eyes landed on Narancia. The kid looked pretty small and skinny, but he was still at least an inch taller than Narancia. Maybe he was here to fight him? He did almost run over his friend.

“You’re Narancia right?” he asked, voice devoid of emotions. Oh, yeah. Narancia’s going to get destroyed.

“Why do you ask?” Fugo questioned, sitting up a bit straighter. The blond turned to him, raising an eyebrow. Sheila approaches them, drinking a juice box.

“My brother asked me to give this to a Narancia,” he said, holding up a little box none of them have noticed. “Which surprises me, considering you guys almost ran him over with your car,” Sheila choked on her juice, turning to the blond. The blond nodded to her.

“Hey, Sheila,”

“Wait, Giorno, you’re telling me it was these idiots that almost ran over Mista?” her voice trembled with laughter as she turned to stare at the two. Fugo and Narancia grimaced. Sheila’s eyes grew bright and she laughed. “Narancia, I can’t believe you almost hit Mista with a car, and then gave him a bloody nose, this is rich.” Giorno shook his head, a smile on his lips. Narancia relaxed. If Giorno was here to beat him up on behalf of his brother, he probably wouldn’t be amused by the situation.

“Anyways, are you Narancia or not? Mista told me to give this to you. He would’ve done it himself, but he’s a bit sick,” he said, holding out the box. Narancia nodded, taking the box. Giorno hummed, then waved to Sheila before walking away. Narancia stared in wonder, opening the box and seeing a single rose with a small note tied to it. Narancia gently took the note out.

“Water under the bridge. Call me Mista.”

After the most horrifying day in his life, everything with Mista smoothed over.

Mista introduced Narancia to his younger siblings. Giorno looked at him, vaguely smug-looking, almost like a cat. Trish stared at him, almost as if searching for something. Whatever she found must have satisfied her as she smiled at him and allowed him to sit. Narancia felt slightly nervous around her. Mista’s siblings were scary, despite being only sophomores. They looked like they knew more than they let on, blue eyes peering into his soul. He shivered, glad and a little exasperated that Mista didn’t really notice.

He also introduced Mista to Fugo, who had apologized for almost running him over. Narancia was a little jealous it went over better than how his apology had gone. SHeila had already been friends with Mista and his siblings, so it was quite easy for the two of them to just sit with the others. Apparently, Trish was the girlfriend Sheila had been talking about. Narancia liked it, it was nice to have a little group. It was nice to be able to hang out with Mista.

Mista, who he still had a major crush on. The more he learned about the other, the more infatuated he became. He had the same sense of humor as Narancia and liked the same music. He smelled like flowers and rich earth, something that was a mystery to him. Mista also loved flowers. It was something he’d noticed amongst the foster siblings. They all had the same affinity to nature in general. They all had that same pleasant smell.

He was looking for flowers to put on his mother’s grave. His usual shop had closed early for the day, so he searched for another shop nearby. He almost missed it in the search results, but the name drew him in. La Calendula.

It was his mother’s favorite flower. A smile graced his face as he wrote down the address. He called out to Fugo and Abbacchio, telling them where he was going. They let him go alone. It was something Narancia needed to do alone, with relative peace.

He set off, walking the ten minutes to the shop. It was small, yet looked well taken care of. The sign was hand-painted and there were displays of flowers in the window. He opened the door, a bell softly tingling, announcing his entrance. The man behind the counter looked up, squinting, before giving him a beaming smile.

“Hello, welcome to La Calendula! How may I help you?” the man asked, voice strong and warm. He looked familiar to Narancia. Something about the short black hair and blue eyes tickled at his memory. He let it go. He’s never been here before so it was probably a weird bout of déjà vu.

“Yes, I was wondering if you could help me pick out a bouquet for my mother’s grave? The flower shop I normally go to closed early for the day and I’ve been meaning to swing by to visit her,” To Narancia’s relief, the man didn’t give him a look of pity, just hummed and pondered for a second, nodding, and looking knowingly at Narancia. The look looked incredibly familiar. It almost reminded him of Trish when she was plotting.

“I think I have an idea as to what to do,” he said, before turning back and calling out to the backroom. “Mista! Bring out some sunflowers and peonies!” he paused for a second, before continuing. “Call Giorno and see if the larkspur and gladiola are ready!” He heard a familiar voice shout back in affirmation.

Narancia’s brain stopped. Huh. Now everything made sense. The man was Bruno, the siblings’ foster dad, and owned a flower shop. That why the siblings smelled like that and why they all held an affinity to flowers. The rose Mista gave him. Makes sense. He, however, wasn’t ready to see Mista walk out of the back looking incredibly adorable.

Mista carried a few containers of flowers, most likely the one’s Bruno called for. They were beautiful, a combination of colors but what was even more beautiful was the boy carrying them. His curls were freed from his everpresent hat, small flowers weaved into them, making them pop with color. His eyes were bright and happy, looking at peace amongst the flowers. He had a streak of dirt on his cheek, his freckles seemed to pop out more, most likely from him being in the sun. He was dressed simply in an oversized white shirt and with overalls on, the strap sliding off his shoulder.

Narancia was in love.

Mista then seemed to notice him, eyes widening and he stumbles, almost dropping the containers if not for Bruno stepping in. Narancia misses the knowing look and grin Bruno flashes Mista. Mista’s cheeks color, clearly embarrassed. Narancia wishes he could take a picture of how beautiful he looks.

“H-Hey, Nara! Didn’t know you were here!” Mista said, shooting a glare at Bruno, who responded with a smile, patting Mista’s shoulder.

“I’ll be out back if you need me!” Bruno said, winking. Mista groaned. “Behave yourself!”

The two stood next to each other, just staring not knowing what to do. Mista’s blush had quickly spread to the tips of his ears, and he stuttered out.

“Hey, how help can you? I mean, how you can help. Fuck.” he took a deep breath. “How can I help you?”

Narancia softly laughed. He gestured to the flowers Bruno left on the counter.

“Just these. I need an arrangement,” he said, enjoying the sight of a flustered Mista. It was really cute. Narancia wasn’t the brightest, but he definitely wasn’t blind to see Mista’s reaction was a result of infatuation. He felt light and airy, seeing that they had the same effect on each other. The other boy laughed as well, a little jittery, and nodded, going to the flowers. The two began chatting, talking about anything that popped into their mind, Narancia enraptured in watching as Mista efficiently started building the arrangement. He used burgundy, pink, and white, adding the yellow of the sunflowers to pop. It was beautiful, and from the soft smile pulling at the sides of full lips and the crinkle at the corner of his eyes as he stared at the flowers, Narancia knew he loved what he did here. And when Mista gave him the same look, eyes soft and shining, Narancia caved in.

Careful with the flower arrangement, he leaned forward, getting close to Mista. Violet looked into coal, and their lips met. It was a sweet kiss, soft and slow. Narancia could breathe Mista’s fresh scent, stronger than it ever was. It was comforting and sweet. Narancia felt like he could stay there, drinking in all of Mista for hours, and by how hard they were smile, teeth clinking against each other, it was mutual.

“Finally! About time!” The two were startled apart, Mista whipping around to see his whole family there. Trish had been the one to yell and was beaming, Giorno had a mischevious grin on his face, a camera in his hands. Bruno smiled at the two softly. Mista instantly went red, Narancia not far behind going by the haet he feels flooding his cheeks.

“Are you guys serious?! Get out!” he shouted in indignation and embarrassment. The three laughed at his expense, leaving the two alone, Giorno throwing a quick quip in Japanese at Mista that had the other yelling after him, the blond leaving with a giggle. Mista turned back, sheepishly.

“Sorry about that, you know how it is,” Narancia smiled, and gave him another soft kiss. Mista reciprocated happily.

“It’s okay,” Narancia breaks apart and presses their foreheads together, giving Mista a soft look, repeating something from what felt like yesterday.

“Water under the bridge.”

[jksmoongf]

Kissing Fire [pt. 4]

Pairing: Jungkook x reader x girlfriend (oc) Genre: cheater!AU, angst, smut (maybe a tiny bit of fluff) Wordcount: 7.6k Warning: smut, lies, heartbreak and more lies (it’s gonna be one angsty mess) Summary: It always feels like there is only one person in the world to love. And then you find somebody else.

a/n: I don’t condone cheating on your s.o., so please don’t read if you have a problem with this! (also I’m not saying this is something Jungkook would actually do!) *a/n: this chapter is so messy, sorry and long (bc @jaxonah kept throwing ideas my way that I couldn’t pass up on! ILY SAMMY��) and thank you @cutesycoupsy for proofreading and moral support! ILY 💕 Warning Chap. 4: smut (mentions..kinda??), more jealous!jk, lots of crying & angst, (maybe a different kind of cheating if you squint lol)

She was lying on her back staring at the ceiling, tightly clutching her phone over her chest to stop her hands from shaking. She had yet to reply to Ha-na’s text; still repeating it in her head over and over, analyzing those four words until they had lost all meaning. ‘I know your secret.’ 

 Jungkook rolled over on his side, propping himself up on his elbow. “Maybe she’s talking about something else?”  “And what could that be, Jungkook?” She hissed and crooked an eyebrow at him. “You know damn well that she is talking about you and me!”  “Y/n, she can’t possibly know about us. No one knows.” 

“Maybe she saw us.” She trailed off, trying to remember every little detail about the little time they had spent together the past couple of days. She knew that every time she even dared to let her gaze linger on him for too long, it was a risk she took of getting caught.    “We are so screwed.” She whined and hid her face in her hands.  “Maybe you should wait with going into full-on panic mode until we know for sure…” 

“Are you serious? You are my only secret! How can you be so calm?”  He shrugged and let himself fall back into the soft pillows. “I just think it’d be much better if we tried to get some sleep and see what she has to say before we freak out.” 

She looked at him, his eyes were closed as he let out a sigh through his slightly parted lips. It wasn’t the right time to admire his features but she couldn’t help herself; he was everything she ever wanted. From his big brown eyes to his cute nose and those lips that felt so right against hers. 

“Are you not worried that she will tell Yina what we’re doing?” Her words struck a nerve and he sat up almost immediately; his doe eyes wide open in shock. He had almost forgotten about her; their little bubble momentarily erasing the reality from his memory.  “Shit, you’re right.” Jungkook got up, pacing up and down in front of the bed. “If Ha-na tells her it will be worse than me telling her or breaking up with her first.” Hastily he pulled the duvet from the bed, recklessly throwing the pillows on the floor looking for his phone.  “What are you doing?”  “I just wanna see if she told Yina…” He reached for his phone on the mattress and pressed the home button but there was no text from her. “Thank goodness, I don’t think Ha-na has told her yet.” He sat down, one leg dangling off the bed. 

“Do you think she will tell Tae?”  Jungkook tilted his head a little, chewing on his bottom lip. His hand automatically wandering to his cheek to pick at the peach fuzz. “I think so, they tell each other everything and if Tae knows he will probably tell Jimin…” He looked at her, her eyes looked unusually wet as if she was about to cry.  “If she tells Taehyung he will be so mad at me.” She sniffled and rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand. Knowing her best friend, it was not even a matter of guessing how he would react if he were to find out about her and Jungkook. Taehyung would be disappointed; never able to look at her in the same way again. “No, he won’t, he loves you! But he will be mad at me and very disappointed and I think the others will be as well.” Lowering his gaze, he let his hand slowly wander over the mattress to place it on hers. It was a pathetic attempt at comforting her but he knew that she would burst into tears if he hugged her now and he couldn’t stand to see her cry. 

“I still don’t get how she found out! We have been so careful to not get caught.”  That was a lie and they both knew it. There had been moments where they had found themselves lulled into a false sense of security. Sneaking off to seemingly empty corridors or an empty dance studio just to hold hands and make out. “We’re so stupid, we should have been extra careful.”  “We were, baby.” He tried to reassure her. He looked down on their hands, both wearing the black leather bracelets with the coordinates from their first ‘official date’.  “No, we weren’t. We thought we were but somehow we messed this all up and I’ll never be allowed to see you again.” 

“Hey…” He crawled over to her, wrapping his arms around her waist. “No one is going to stop me from being with you, okay? Not even the other members and even if I have to wrestle against all of them, which I will do because I love you and you know I’d win.” He pressed a chaste kiss on her shoulder, the corners of his mouth pulling up into a smile when he heard her chuckle.  “You’re so silly.” She ruffled his hair, making it look messier than it already did. “I doubt you could win against Namjoon or Jin.”  “I’ll wrestle Yoongi hyung first and go from there.” 

She rolled her eyes, leaning back against his chest. “I hate this…”  “What do you mean?” He asked, the warmth of her body against his made him feel drowsy again; needing to rest his cheek against her shoulder blade for support. “Just that…the one night we can spend together something like this has to happen. I just wanted to be with you and not have to worry about our future together.”  “It’s going to be okay.” He nestled his face into the soft curve of her nape. “What are you going to reply?”  “I should just act coy and pretend as if I don’t know what she’s talking about, right?”  Jungkook nodded. “Mhmm, don’t beg for forgiveness right away. You can still do that when the time comes.”  He closed his eyes and listened to her fingers tapping on the screen of her phone. “Now we wait.” She sighed. “She better not be torturing us on purpose.”  “Sounds like something Ha-na would do.” He mumbled, pulling her with him so he could lie down. His arms were tightly wrapped around her, their fingers intertwined before he felt himself drifting off to sleep, not knowing that she wasn’t going to find sleep any time soon. 

* 

“So Hyungsik does like y/n?” Ha-na asked as she walked out of her bathroom while letting her hair down after washing her face.  Taehyung, already in his pajamas, was sitting on her bed applying his moisturizer thoroughly. “Yeah, he said it was cute and very charming how shy she was and he said that if she felt the same he would like to see her again.”  With a big grin on her face, she gestured her boyfriend to scoot over so she could get in bed. “That’s great news but what about y/n? Did she say something?”  “When we were in the kitchen she said, she just needed time to warm up to him because he’s famous and it made her feel a little awkward.” He plugged his phone in and pulled the duvet up to his chin. “I know she thinks he is handsome, she has mentioned it before.”  “I kind of thought she wasn’t into him but that explains a lot. Do you know what that means, baby?” Tae shook his head, eyeing his girlfriend with a curious look on his face. “We can set up a second date. Maybe it’ll be easier for her to loosen up if they are alone.”  “Will you survive not seeing their cute interactions though?” He laughed, gently nudging her.  “If you make either one of them tell you everything that happened in great detail then yes, I’ll be fine.” She snuggled into his arm while Tae was flipping through the channels on the tv. “Do you think they’ll fall in love?” She mumbled, feeling her eyelids getting heavy.  “It would be amazing; I’d love to see them both happy.”  “Awwwh you’re the sweetest.” She pressed a quick kiss on his cheek before grabbing her phone to text y/n when her boyfriend made a disgruntled noise. “There’s absolutely nothing on the tv tonight.” He sighed.  “Really? I can think of something interesting.”  “You mean Netflix?” He pressed the menu button on the remote.  “Even better.” She giggled and started peppering kisses along his jawline, while her hand started unbuttoning his shirt. Taehyung contently hummed as her fingers softly drew little circles on his chest. 

* 

Jungkook woke up from the beeping sound of a phone close to his ear but it wasn’t his text tone. With gentle force, he pried the phone from her hands while she was still asleep.  A soft smile spread on his face as he looked at her; messy hair and her mouth slightly agape. Carefully he pushed a strand of hair from her face; counting his blessings. This was a sight he could get used to, wishing that one day he would wake up next to her every day.  The display lit up again; it was past 10 am and there finally was a text from Ha-na. 

“Baby, hey…” He mumbled, his fingers gently caressing her cheek. Lazily her eyes fluttered open. “Good morning, sleepyhead.” She was just too cute, eliciting a giggle from him. 

She hummed and pulled his face closer to hers, pressing her lips onto his for a brief second.  “When did you fall asleep?” He questioned, worry laced in his voice. She looked exhausted, barely able to keep her eyes open.  “It was around 8 last time I checked my ph-…” She sat up, digging through the pillows to find her phone until she realized that Jungkook was holding it. “Did she reply?” She asked, not giving him time to answer before snatching it from his hands.  [Ha-na - 10:07am] Sorry I fell asleep 😅

[Ha-na - 10:08am] You’re in love with your hubby Hyungsik 😌🤭

“Is she for real?” She cried out in disbelief and threw her phone on the bed. Jungkook, who had been reading the texts over her shoulder, had a triumphant grin on his face. “What’s with that face?”  “Oh nothing, I’d just like to point out that I was right and we had nothing to worry about.”  “Wipe that smug grin off your face.” Playfully she hit his shoulder.  “Now that everything’s okay…” He pushed her down into the pillows, planting kisses on her neck, his hand wandering up and down her thigh, feeling the traces of goosebumps it left behind on her skin. “We can do something a little more fun.” Slowly his fingertips brushed over the lace fabric of her panties “Hold on…” There was a new text and his eyes widened when he saw what it said. 

[Ha-na - 10:32am]  So, Hyungsik wants to go on a second date tomorrow. Tae told me you have the day off, so we said yes for you. I’ll give you the details later. Love you ❣️❣️❣️

“Absolutely not! No!” Jungkook sat up groaning dramatically, taking the phone from her. “You’re not going on another date. You have to tell her that you’re not interested.”  She lowered her gaze. “I know, but I don’t want to disappoint Tae. I think, he would really like it if I went.”  “Seriously? But I don’t want you to go. Just tell them you don’t like that guy. They’ll have to accept it.” 

Nervously she was kneading the duvet cover between her fingers. Jungkook was right, she wasn’t into Hyungsik but it wasn’t easy to explain why she felt the need to go on said date. Maybe it was just to soothe her guilty conscience for falling in love with Jungkook. On some level it was easier for him, he didn’t have to pretend to be single. Yes, he had to lie to be alone with her but no one was trying to set him up with someone else. 

“Oh, so you do like him?” His hand was shaking when he pushed his hair from his forehead.  “No, I don’t… not like that at least.” She sat up on her knees, looking in her lover’s eyes. “I love you, you know that.” Loosely she wrapped her arms around his neck, wanting to kiss him but he pulled away, trying hard to keep some distance between them. He knew he would give in if she got too close to him, the slope of her breasts already posing as a threat.  “Then don’t go on that date.”  “I think, I’ll have to but I’ll make sure, he doesn’t want to see me again.” Jungkook scrunched up his nose in contempt. He didn’t like this compromise one bit, it was already making him feel nauseous to know that she was going on a second date. What if Hyungsik really fell for her, just like it had happened to him and then he would have to compete against him.  “Fine, whatever.” He muttered, puffing up his cheeks.  * 

Nervously Jungkook was pacing around his room; no editing, practicing piano or even video games could distract him from the fear that was gnawing at his heart and soul. 

It had almost been an hour since he had last heard from y/n while she was waiting for Hyungsik to pick her up from her brother’s apartment where she was staying until she got her own place. And although she had promised to text him as much as she could to keep him in the loop, she didn’t. She was probably busy eating all the food at some expensive restaurant to make sure she at least got something out of the date. Or worse she was actually enjoying her time with him. 

Jungkook’s blood started to boil when he pictured her acting cute and laughing at his lame jokes. He couldn’t stand the thought of that guy stealing his girl, yet he was confined to the apartment and had to endure this suffering until she got home. He had made a pact with himself to not act on an impulse, but the wish grew stronger to go after her and to make sure she wasn’t falling out of love with him. It was confusing to him why he felt jealousy taking over him when it came to her; with Yina, it had never been like that even when he knew she was out with coworkers for a drink. 

Casually he walked into the kitchen, where Ha-na was preparing some snacks. “Hey, Kook.” She said while putting the fruits she had washed on a kitchen towel before placing some chocolate in a small bowl on a plate.  “So I have a question, where exactly is that date?” He asked, leaning against the kitchen counter, picking up a grape to plop it into his mouth.  “They’re at dinner. Don’t bother them.” She said, shooting him a stern look while arranging grapes and cut up peaches on the plate.  “Oh, so I’m not allowed to ask?” He raised his eyebrows, fully aware that his plan to be as casual as possible about his idea just failed.  “Honestly, I don’t know why you even care?”  “I don’t care…” He shrugged. “But I wanted to take Yina out on a date soon and I’m in need of a nice restaurant, you know? I mean, if it is good enough for Hyungsik then it is good enough for me.” Judging by the look on her face he knew that she wasn’t fully convinced and something was telling him that it seemed a little off for him inquiring about the date but he was also confident that she did not know about him and y/n so he had to keep trying. “Oh come on, it’s just a simple question.”  Ha-na turned to look him in the eyes, he tried to remain the innocent look on his face but her voice was cold and firm when she addressed the topic again.  “Let them be, Kookie! Don’t bother them!” She left him standing there as she walked out of the kitchen. He puckered up his lips and let out a frustrated grunt. He only had one other option left and he knew that Taehyung would break as soon as he pouted. 

“Hyuuuuung.” Jungkook whined as he opened the door to find Tae in front of his computer. Immediately his older brother put his headset down. “What’s wrong?”  “Ha-na won’t tell me where Hyungsik has taken y/n…”  Taehyung let out a low chuckle, got up from his chair and ruffled the younger boys’ hair.  “He took her to Yang Good in Gangnam, if I remember correctly. Why?”  “I just wanted to know because I need a place for a date but your girlfriend wouldn’t have it.” He pushed out his bottom lip even more and he could see him practically melt; being the youngest definitely had its perks - all of his hyungs would drop everything for him if he just asked.   “You’re so cute.”  “And you’re the best.” He shot him a satisfied grin. “You’re the only one I can always count on.” Jungkook would have gagged from buttering up Taehyung so much if he wasn’t in desperate need of some information and Tae was his only source.  “What date?”  “I wanted to take Yina out but Ha-na thought I was going to bother y/n and Prince Charming.”  “Oh, don’t listen to her, she just really wants them to be together.”  “And you don’t?” Jungkook was now awfully intrigued. If Tae didn’t approve of them, all he would have to do was let y/n know and Hyungsik would be out of the picture.  “I mean, it would be nice if y/n had a boyfriend. She hasn’t dated in a while and I just want to see her happy, you know? And maybe Hyungsik can make her happy; she really deserves a boyfriend who is good to her.” 

The urge to tell his older brother that he was the one making his best friend happy already started to flare up in his stomach. Jungkook just wanted to tell somebody about his feelings for her and how much he adored her but then he reminded himself that Taehyung wouldn’t approve of them being together either. Surely, y/n would doubt their relationship if Tae was against it.  “Hm, yeah.” His answer was quite lame but it was a safe one, making sure he didn’t spill his heart out. “Anyway, thanks for telling me, hyung! I think I’m gonna hit the gym now.” He patted Tae’s shoulder and turned to leave. He had to get to Gangnam sooner rather than later before the two of them left the restaurant and it would be much harder to find them wandering the streets. 

“Didn’t you go this morning?”  But before Jungkook could answer, Jimin called his name. “Jungkook-ah, you have a visitor.”  When he walked down the hall, he could already smell the all too familiar sweet scent of Yina’s perfume. Once upon a time, not too long ago he used to love how she always smelled like a candy store, now it just made him feel sick to his stomach.  “Kookie.” Yina squealed and hugged him over excitedly. “I missed you.”  “Yeah, me too.” Over her shoulder, he made eye contact with Jimin whose brows were furrowed but his lips curled up in amusement. Jungkook shrugged and detangled her arms from around his neck. “What are you doing here?”  “I just wanted to see you.” His eyes wandered over her body and he could tell that she had spent extra time on her appearance. While they were walking to his room, she kept babbling on about something that happened at her work today but he wasn’t listening. A feeling of aggravation mixed with frustration was consuming him; he really hated how she got into the habit of just showing up unannounced these days and yet again ruining everything he had planned; pushing aside the fact that it might be for the best if he didn’t spy on y/n.  * 

“We can split the bill. You don’t have to pay for me.” She said, trying to fish the small white paper from Hyungsik’s hands.  “This is a date and I’m a gentleman.” He handed the waitress his credit card and when he turned his attention back to her, he flashed her one of his signature smiles that made everyone and their mother weak in the knees.  “Fine, but dessert is my treat.”  “We’ll see about that. Maybe I’m just faster than you at handing people my card.”  She put her hands on her hips and puffed up her cheeks. “I’ll find a way even if I stuff the money in your pocket when you aren’t looking.”  “I’d like to see you try.” He winked at her with a cheeky grin before thanking the waitress as she handed him his card back. 

Arms linked they were walking around Gangnam, talking about everything and nothing; both eating the ice cream that she paid for. The big city truly looked different at night or maybe she could just accredit it to the company. She caught herself looking up at his side profile a lot when he was talking, wondering if this was what relationships and dates should be like. Not hiding away in rooms with locked doors so no one would find out. She loved Jungkook so much it hurt sometimes but a part of her was enjoying being out with Hyungsik, openly walking around without a care of who they might run into. He was very sweet and if it wasn’t for the boy that had already won her heart, she would have fallen for him instantly. 

He was very funny, smart and unbelievably kind; it wasn’t that Jungkook wasn’t those things but this was different. Whenever she was talking, Hyungsik looked at her with this unidentifiable look in his eyes and even though it made her want to break eye contact with him, she couldn’t. He was very intriguing and willing to let her be part of his world, but she already had a home in Jungkook’s and that was where she belonged. How on earth was she going to make him realize that she wasn’t the right girl for him when he had been nothing but nice to her? It felt wrong to make up a lie and there was no way she could turn this evening into a disaster. 

Although, it was a casual Wednesday night people were out enjoying drinks at the end of a long workday. The two of them were sitting on a bench, just watching people pass by.  “I really had fun tonight.” He said making her turn her head so she could look at him, admiring the perfect slope of his nose and how his lips curled into a smile. “To be honest after the other night, I wasn’t sure if you liked me at all.”  But she stopped him with a wave of her hand. “No, no it’s not that. I’m always a little shy when I first meet someone and it didn’t help that I had only seen you on tv before.” He laughed and gently patted her head. “You’re so cute that’s what I liked about you. You know, you were a little awkward but in a really endearing way.”   “Are you trying to compliment me?”  “Yeah, I was just trying my hardest to not state the obvious things.”  “Like? Now, I’m curious.”  “Hmmm like that you have a really cute laugh…” Hyungsik paused, turning his body so he was facing her; his shoulders looked so broad in his winter coat and his eyes had that gaze in them that made her heart beat faster.  “You can hold conversations really well and your eyes do this weird sparkly thing when you talk about something you love and your lips…” His voice got quieter with every word, the last being nothing more than a whisper. He leaned in, his fingers brushing a strand of hair from her face as her eyes fluttered shut when his soft lips met hers. 

For a second, she let herself fall into the trap of his sweet lips before Jungkook’s face appeared in her mind’s eye. Abruptly pulling away from him, she could feel her eyes starting to tear up. “I’m sorry, I can’t.” She whispered, covering her mouth with her hands.  “Don’t be, I’m sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable.” Hyungsik bowed his head a little; regretting that he had made a move too quickly.  “No, no! You did nothing wrong. I-I just can’t…I-I have…” Her lips were trembling; she had done exactly what she promised herself wouldn’t happen and if Jungkook found out he would be so upset that she went behind his back while he was worried sick at home.  “Is there someone else?” 

Her eyes shot up to look at the man in front of her; a guilty look on his face. She didn’t want him to feel bad, he didn’t know. Slowly she nodded her head. “I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have agreed to the second date…” “Why did you?” “Because no one knows about the guy I’m seeing. We’re keeping it a secret for now and I didn’t want to disappoint Taehyung because he seemed so excited. I feel really bad for leading you on and I’m just so sorry.”  “Don’t worry about me, I can handle getting rejected by a cute girl.” He seemed to choose his next words very carefully. “I could feel that your heart wasn’t in the right place.”  Neither of them said another word until Hyungsik cleared his throat. “Do you want me to give you a ride home?”  “Can you drop me off at Tae’s? I need to talk to him.”  “Of course.” He patted his knees and got up. “Well then, let’s go.” He held his hand out for her to grab and pulled her up to her feet.   

On the car ride back to the dorms, she kept her head low while the radio played the new catchy pop songs that had just been released. The feeling of guilt was making her stomach churn, the last thing she wanted to do was hurt Jungkook but she wouldn’t be able to live with herself if she didn’t tell him that she kissed Hyungsik. It would cause so much drama if he found out later down the road. Hyungsik stopped the car and turned the engine off. “What are we going to tell Taehyung?”  “I think that we just don’t have anything in common and that there’s no chemistry?” The words rolled off her tongue easily because it was the complete opposite of what she had with Jungkook - it was like he was her missing puzzle piece.  “Yeah, that’s good. Tae and Ha-na will have to accept that.”  She fiddled with the strap of her purse, wrapping it around her fingers before letting it fall in her lap. “Thank you, I did have a good time…”  “Me too, maybe we could go out again as friends?” He offered with a smile, trying to ease the pained expression on her face.  “I’d like that.” She leaned over the middle console and kissed his cheek, only to see him smile and his cheeks were tinted with a rosy hue when she pulled back. “I really hope the man you’re with deserves you.”  “Thank you.” She smiled, as she got out of the car. Jungkook absolutely deserved her, that was the only thing she was sure of. 

She quickly made her way up to the apartment; and although she had to tell him about the kiss, she felt relieved that she would finally be able to hold his hand and just be with him tonight, desperately needing the safety of his embrace.  In the entrance, she quickly took her shoes and coat off and walked to his room. No one was in the living room; the only sign of life in the apartment came from Jimin and Hobi’s room who were listening to music and laughing loudly. 

Without knocking she opened the door to Jungkook’s room, only to stop in her tracks when she saw him lying on the bed, Yina on top of him bouncing up and down in a steady rhythm. His hands were tightly gripping her hips, guiding her. With his eyes shut tightly, as the all too familiar whiny moans fell from his mouth. Yina had thrown her head back while resting her hands on his chest for support. 

The sinking feeling in her stomach made her want to throw up; she never wanted to see this. It was like her worst nightmare came to life right in front of her. It was like witnessing a gruesome car accident that she didn’t want to see but nonetheless, she couldn’t peel her eyes off. 

“Y/n? WHAT THE HELL? GET OUT.” Yina yelled, stopping her movements only to pull the duvet in front of her for protection.  “I-I-I’m sorry.” She stammered, as her eyes rested on Jungkook unable to look away; the expression of absolute bliss had been replaced by panic and shock.  “I said, GET OUT. Oh my god.”  She wanted to turn around and leave but her legs weren’t moving. He had promised her that she would never have to see this or any kind of skin-ship. What made it worse and almost broke her heart into a million pieces was that he seemed to enjoy her riding him. A pillow crashed against the wall, only missing her head by an inch, snapping her back into reality. 

She pulled the door shut behind her and waves of hurt came crashing down, threatening to drown her. Without thinking she ran to Taehyung’s room. She stood in the doorway, her hand shaking as she held on to the door-handle, fearing she’d break down if she let go. 

“What happened?” Taehyung quickly jumped to his feet, rushing over to his best friend. Hands resting on her shoulders, he just looked at her. “Is everything okay?” She just shook her head, trying her hardest to hold it together but when his strong arms pulled her into a hug, she burst into tears. “Was it a bad date? Did something happen? Y/n! Talk to me!” She held onto his shirt tightly, muffling the sobs as she could feel her heart breaking in two. Somehow Taehyung managed to maneuver both of them to his bed; wishing she would just tell him what happened that made her cry. “Did the date not go well? Hey, tell me what happened please.” His hands were rubbing reassuring circles on her back, but she refused to say anything. He wasn’t good at comforting people when they were crying, usually, he was at the receiving end and others were holding him. 

As he looked up, he saw Ha-na standing in the door. “What’s going on?” She mouthed but he shrugged, feeling her fingers dig even deeper into his silky pajama shirt when she let out a choked sob that he felt in his bones. Ha-na slowly walked backward and closed the door.  “Did Hyungsik say something to you or hurt you?” She shook her head. “Then what happened? You have to talk to me please.” 

It wasn’t like she didn’t want to tell Taehyung why it felt like her heart had been ripped out of her chest but she couldn’t. Every time she tried opening her mouth, all she could do was sob even harder than before; choking on the words that were getting caught in her throat. 

Tae reached for his phone on the nightstand, if she wasn’t going to give him any answers then he had to find out for himself. It hurt to see her like this and he was clueless about how he could possibly ease her pain. 

[TaeTae - 9:32pm]  Hyung I was wondering if something happened with you and y/n? She’s really upset

[Hyungsik - 9:34pm] No, nothing happened. She was fine when I dropped her off. But Tae, she told me she is seeing someone else. Maybe it has to do with that guy.

Tae’s phone slid from his hand onto the mattress not able to grasp what he had just read. She had a boyfriend and didn’t tell him - her best friend since kindergarten. He felt tears prodding at the corners of his eyes; did she not trust him enough to confide in him? Was he a terrible best friend for not noticing that she was in love? Softly he rested his chin on her head, deciding that once she had calmed down he needed to talk to her about this, to make sure she knew he cared about her. 

What did that guy do to her that caused her to break down like this? He had never seen her so vulnerable and so hurt; she was always so strong - or was that just how he always thought of her? She was quick-witted, good at thinking on her feet; she had a big heart but wouldn’t let anyone boss her around.  When other kids had been mean to him, she always stood up for him, taking his side. In elementary school, she even hit that boy who had made fun of his odd haircut after his grandma had to cut chunks out of it to get the gum out he had stuck in it.  Maybe he had put her on this high pedestal ever since they were kids; like she was this untouchable force of nature that nobody could hurt or mess with but as he was holding her, an odd sense of sadness spread in his chest. Did she not trust him enough to show him how she felt? Did he ever really knew how she was feeling on the inside when she only shared good things that happened to him? Only once he had seen her cry before when they were older; it had been the night before he left to go become a trainee in Seoul, asking him to not forget about his silly best friend back home when he was famous but even then she had smiled through the tears. 

Taehyung knew that she must really be in love with that guy if he held so much power over her that she completely broke down in tears in front of him.  He tightened his embrace around her; wanting to make sure she knew that he wasn’t going anywhere; that he was still here for her no matter what even if she couldn’t tell him the truth.  

*

Ha-na walked into the living room, where she found Hoseok and Jimin sitting on opposite ends of the sofa watching tv.  “Weren’t you going to bed? You said goodnight like 30 minutes ago.” The younger one said looking at the clock on the wall.  “I was but y/n got back from her date and now Tae is with her because she’s crying.” She explained and plopped down on the couch in between them. Hoseok sat up immediately.  “She’s crying?”  “Yeah, like full-on sobbing.” She shrugged. “Was the date that bad? Maybe he didn’t treat her well?”  “Uhm Hobi, do I have to remind you that Hyungsik is literally perfect? I doubt that he had anything to do with it, he would never ever treat her badly. But I really would like to know what happened…” She trailed off, her index finger tapping on her chin. “And she came back here right after the date?”  “I think so, he picked her up at around 7, so I don’t think she went anywhere else.”  “It must be really bad if she’s so upset. Poor y/n.”  Ha-na nodded, trying to think of something that could have caused this breakdown but she came up short. She was 100 percent sure that it wasn’t Hyungsik’s fault; so who hurt her? 

The door to Jungkook’s room opened and Yina walked out followed by him. “Tell her to knock in the future! It was so embarrassing how she was just standing there staring at me.”  “And what happened with you two? It’s really like a tv drama tonight.” Jimin pulled himself up into a sitting position to make more room for the others.  “Y/n walked in on us while we were…” Yina’s cheeks flushed as she made a strange gesture with her hand. “I walked in on you too once…” Hoseok turned to Ha-na. “Maybe that’s why she’s crying? I wanted to cry when I saw them doing the nasty. Truly a horrible sight.”  “Ha-ha very funny, Hoseok.” Yina shot him a glare that could kill.  “Y/n is crying? But she wasn’t crying when she walked in on us. Is she okay?” Jungkook sounded worried, nervously picking at his cheek.  “She wasn’t crying? Interesting, so maybe…” Ha-na’s detective senses were tingling but he interrupted her again.  “Where is she? Did she leave?”  “She’s with Tae, he’s trying to calm her down.” She could tell by the look on his face that he was torn between something, she just couldn’t quite pinpoint what it was. Ever since she had noticed that they had been awfully close the past weeks, she started picking up on the little things, like them looking at each other for too long or how they’d often disappear for a while but that couldn’t possibly be it.  “Maybe she got bad news from home?” Hoseok suggested, but she knew that this wasn’t it either. She would have told Taehyung if something had happened in her family; after all, they were kind of like his family too.  * 

She was lying on Tae’s bed, legs pulled up against her chest, emptily staring at the white pillow. The tears had stopped spilling a while ago but her heart still felt like it was being squeezed too tight. Every once in awhile a solitary tear ran down her cheek, staining the pillow. Tae was lying across from her, his hand above her head gently playing with her hair.  “Can you please tell me what’s wrong? I’ve never seen you like that.” His voice was soft, laced with worry and hurt. 

She was so tired; her head felt like it was about to explode from crying but she couldn’t lie to her best friend anymore. It was exhausting to make up stories so she decided to stay silent; not saying anything was better than having to lie again and again.  “I know it was nothing that Hyungsik did but he told me you said you were seeing someone, is that true? Did that guy hurt your feelings?”  Her lips began to tremble again; the pictures of Jungkook and Yina playing in her mind over and over again like a broken record that wouldn’t stop torturing her.  “Hey, no please don’t cry.” Tae scooted over and wrapped his arm around her. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to. Ssshhh, everything’s okay.” 

Nothing seemed okay anymore, her world was crumbling right in front of her eyes. What they had been doing wasn’t right but seeing him with her was like someone knocked the air out of her lungs. It was a cruel trick from the universe; making her experience the same heartbreak Yina would have to endure eventually. It was possible that she had brought this on herself; it was karma giving her a rude awakening. She had no right to cry when she was sleeping with someone else’s boyfriend but nevertheless, it hurt to see him balls deep inside another girl; seeing his face contorted in utter bliss like she thought only she had the privilege of witnessing. 

They stayed like this for a while; the clean scent of his lotion calming her down mixed with his soothing strokes down her back.  Her eyes felt heavy; she didn’t want to think anymore but every time she closed her eyes she saw Jungkook and it left behind a stinging feeling in her heart. “Don’t you want to check your phone?” Tae whispered after they both had been ignoring the repeated buzzing in her pocket. With a shaking hand she pulled it out; three missed calls from Jungkook and a text. 

[Kookie - 10:49pm] Meet me outside by the trees. Please. 

She sat up, reading his text over and over. There was nothing he could say or do that would make this okay or hurt any less but a small part of her wanted to see him.  “Who is it?”  “My brother. He wants me to come home.” Another white lie wouldn’t hurt her best friend when she was already lying about everything else.  “I’ll call you a taxi or I’ll ask Jin hyung to drive you.”  “No, it’s okay.” She got up, straightening out her clothes. “Thank you for everything.”  “That’s what friends are for, right?” He followed her to the door, where she put on her shoes and coat.  “I guess.” Trying her best to smile; not wanting him to worry about her any more than he already did. 

* 

Jungkook was nervously hopping from one foot to the other. The cold air was slowly seeping through his hoodie, making him shiver. Luckily Yina couldn’t stay and right after she had gotten into a taxi; he had to try fixing things with y/n. She wouldn’t answer his calls, nor did she respond to his text. For how long was he supposed to wait if she showed up? If he was honest he would wait for hours in the cold if that meant he could talk to her.  He stood hidden underneath a few trees off to the side of their building in the gated community. “Please come.” He desperately pleaded, looking at his message on the screen. 

The sound of heels on the pavement made him look up, and there she was; arms tightly wrapped around her waist.  “Hey.” It felt like his throat was closing up as she stood in front of him. Her eyes were swollen from crying and her breaths were shaky and shallow. The darkness made it hard for him to see her face clearly but the little sniffles gave her away, she was crying again. Jungkook wanted to punch himself for making her even shed one tear because of him. Earlier when he had heard that she was crying he had felt terrible but now that he was experiencing it in person, it was way worse than he had imagined it would be. He wanted so badly to wrap his arms around her and just hold her until she stopped crying. 

“I’m so sorry you had to see it.” He closed the distance between them but as soon as he got closer she took a step back. “I never wanted you to see it. She just came over and I felt like I owed it to her since I’ve been so cold with her. I’m so sorry baby, I really am but you know I still have to do things with her…but that doesn’t mean I don’t love you.” He reached out, wanting to wipe the tears from her face but she pushed his hand away.  “Please don’t touch me.” She croaked in between sobs. “I can’t even look at you right now.”  “Don’t say that.” Feeling the tears well up in his eyes; he quickly blinked them away - he wasn’t allowed to cry, not when he was the one responsible for her tears.  “Did you do it because I went out with Hyungsik again?”  “No, of course not. Please, I told you I had no choice.” He took a deep breath, hoping his body would relax under the pressure that was weighing on his mind. “I was keeping my eyes closed the whole time thinking of you…I don’t think I would’ve been able to get it up if I didn’t think of you. ” She looked at him, searching for any indication that he was lying in his eyes but he was telling the truth; he owed her that much. Under different circumstances, he knew she would have laughed at him for telling her that. “Can I please hold you?” Jungkook tried a second time, hoping she wouldn’t reject him again. After waiting a few seconds, giving her time to answer he slowly moved in closer. “Please, please, please…” He whisper-begged her, but she just stood still and when he wrapped his arms around her, he allowed himself to breathe. It was like coming up for fresh air as she nestled her face against his chest and the familiar smell of lilies filled his lungs. One of his hands rested on her head, his fingers softly rubbing her scalp. “I’m so sorry I hurt you, baby.” Leaning his cheek against her forehead, he closed his eyes. Feeling her fingers dig into his hoodie and clutching it tightly between her fingers made his heart hurt; almost like the empty feeling in his stomach when he missed a step.   “Can you please break up with her soon? Because I can’t take it any longer.”  He sharply sucked in a breath through gritted teeth. Jungkook wasn’t ready to take that step, no matter how many times he would practice what he was going to say to Yina on that dreadful day. Softly he pressed his lips to her forehead, hoping he would somehow find the courage to grant her wish. ��I will, I promise.”