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hardskz · 5 years ago

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a penny for your thoughts.

pairing — han jisung x female! reader

genre — trope inversion of the soulmate au, college au, enemies to lovers, angst and fluff-ish, smut; oral, possessiveness kink, praise kink, safe word, size kink, first time

synopsis — life isn’t easy when you belong to the 1% of the world population that has a soulmate, know who your soulmate is and happen to be utterly in love with said soulmate’s best friend. alternatively, jisung can hear all of your unfiltered thoughts and has heard enough of your horny fantasies to the point where he wants to throw up, so he takes matters in his own hands.

note — i think i’m gonna cry this work is my 11k word BABY i’ve never been THIS invested over a fic. this is purely self-indulgent and an emotional rollercoaster ride if you ask me. this fic is all over the place it’s chaotic and i apologize in advance for many italics you are welcome i hope you CRY and SUFFER with me because completing this bitch was a midlife crisis in itself. that being said, i appreciate any form of constructive criticism so pls go ahead and rip my baby apart sdkjl

“You’re staring again,” Hyunjin notes. Seungmin and Jeongin stifle a burst of laughter while Felix, whose head is resting on Hyunjin’s lap, sends you a look that resembles Candace from Phineas and Ferb whenever she finds her brothers creating some whacky futuristic shit, laughs like a madman and then resumes to call her mother with an ear-splitting MOOOM! because she’s so certain that her brothers are busted this time.

“Am not,” you huff as you tear your eyes away from the guy just sitting a little bit farther away from you, basking in the warm glow of the sun. Today he’s sitting in the perfect angle, giving you the best view on his side profile. His signature cap is perched right on top of his head but even then, you can see how his eyes brighten up and how the corners of his lips tug upwards as he laughs at his friend’s joke.

“You’re a worse case than the Mary Sue protagonist of every romance anime ever.” Seungmin snorts before he playfully nudges your side with his shoe. “Just say you want Seo Changbin to bang you and go.”

“Hey! We have a child present!” Hyunjin chastises, to which Jeongin rolls his eyes.

“I’m not a child. We’re all in fucking college.”

“Fine, not a child then. The baby has been corrupted! Don’t swear, it sounds so wrong coming from you!”

“Shut up. It’s called freedom of speech!”

“It’s ‘shut up Hyung’ to you!”

Felix groans in distress and is probably rethinking his life choices. Seriously, what does Felix, resident hopeless romantic, see in Hyunjin? Sure, he’s good-looking and a great friend when he’s not bitching around or hovering over the nearest trash can after taking too many shots. But a romantic? Please, Hyunjin can’t even eat without making a mess out of his shirt.

“I don’t want him to bang me,” you mutter and receive a collective ‘yeah sure’ look. “Fine, I don’t want him to bang me only. He’s nice,” you retort before your eyes flit back to him for a millisecond. By now, Changbin has put his hands on the grass and is leaning back, enjoying the sunlight while listening halfheartedly to the other guy blabbering.

“And hot. We get it. Now get dicked,” Seungmin deadpans, earning flabbergasted looks from everyone and a smack from Hyunjin.

“Show a little more empathy, you dickwad. She’s whipped.”

“Anyway—“ Felix sits up, earning a pout from Hyunjin but he blatantly ignores it, and directs the conversation back to the previous topic before the other two bump heads, “(y/n), you have his number. You’re not strangers, so why don’t you just make a move?”

You glance at him with horror in your eyes. “What do you expect me to do? Ring him up and ask him to hang out with me because I find him cute?”

“Uh, duh? Last time I checked, that’s how you ask someone out.”

“Absolutely not.”

“New idea.” Seungmin butts in. “Why don’t you ask Han Jisung—“

“No.”

“Agreed.” Hyunjin shoots you a nod of approval before Seungmin can start yet another interrogation about your bitter hatred towards Jisung. Jisung, who happens to be said friend of Changbin that is laughing beside him right now. “He must think he’s so much better than us because he’s hanging out with the senior geniuses of the music production major. Then again, Seo Changbin and Bang Chan are on a different level than us commoners.”

“Speaking of Chan,” you quickly say to steer the conversation away from the personification of everything you hate. “Where is he? It’s so weird seeing the trio incomplete.”

This time, Jeongin chimes in. “Haven’t you heard?”

“Heard what?”

“Chan and that one language major — you know, the one who collapsed a while back?” When all he’s met with are clueless faces, Jeongin sighs. “Seriously, you guys should keep up with campus news. I swear, everyone and their mothers already know by now. But anyway, they’re soulmates. It’s also the reason why Chan has been pulled out of the boxing team until the end of the semester and had to cancel their training camp as soon as she broke down.”

Felix does a double-take. “But Chan’s the ace of the boxing club!”

“It is what it is.” Jeongin stretches his legs out, shrugging. “What else is to expect when you have the proximity link and need to be around your soulmate within a certain distance unless you want death?”

“Poor guy. Must be a smack in the face for him, now that he’s got a soulmate and happens to have the worst link one could have.” Seungmin says.

“The tattoos are worse though.” Hyunjin fires back. “I mean, you’re literally born with a tattoo of your soulmate’s name and then grow up knowing that you have one? And even if you never meet them, you won’t have better chances with others if you want some romance. Who in their right mind wants to have a lover who’s got someone else’s name tattooed on them since birth?”

“No one.” You chuckle. “Absolutely no one.”

In another lifetime, another universe, you and Jisung would probably be on better terms. He’s sunshine on legs and looks decent from an objective point of view.

In another lifetime, another universe, you’d like to believe you’re childhood friends and have been neighbors ever since your first shit in your diapers. Perhaps you would be clowned from being inseparable once in a while, but you’d go with it and then shrug it off as if it was nothing.

In another lifetime, another universe, you’d like to believe that being soulmates doesn’t equal the downfall of two people. Sure, the fact that people are bound to each other and the danger of growing too dependent on that person remains, but it probably won’t be so frowned upon. Probably. Hopefully.

However, as much as you want to twist it, another lifetime is not this lifetime, the reality.

In reality, you and Jisung are only neighbors because the universe has some kind of inexplicable hatred towards you. Seriously, you must’ve done something wrong in your previous life to be punished in this one. And because the universe has sadistic tendencies and loves to make you suffer, the laws of the universe are just as equally fucked up.

The concept of soulmates is a lot of things, but most of all, it’s a mystery. There are endless possibilities for soulmate links, not all of them discovered. And unlike popular belief, soulmates do not have to necessarily share the same link. So voilà, even more fuckery from the universe.

There’s only one reason that justifies your wholehearted, unfiltered hatred towards Han Jisung. Well, only one reason that seems justified in this lifetime.

The tattoo is simple; just fine black characters under your collarbone that are nicely hidden under high-cut shirts.

But the fact that it’s his name tattooed on you since birth remains.

“Let me crash here for the night.”

“No.”

“Let me crash here for the night, please.”

“My answer is still no.”

The exasperation is plastered on Jisung’s face as he tries to keep his temper in check. Truth be told, it’s damn satisfying seeing him wanting to rip your head off but refraining to do so. Perhaps you’re enjoying this more than you expected at one o’clock in the morning. For the past five minutes, Jisung has been asking you to let him stay over for the night. You’d save him out of his misery and help a neighbor out who locked himself out of his apartment at this hour — well, if he wasn’t Han Jisung.

By now, he’s growing more impatient with every further rejection. “Oh come on, all my friends live on the other side of town and you can’t expect me to ask the old grandma next door! At this rate, I’m gonna freeze to death overnight!”

“Then go break a window or something,” you deadpan, ignoring the dramatic hand gestures he’s making to accentuate his words.

“The fuck? I’m not going to break into my own place.”

Not wanting to draw out the pointless conversation any longer, you’re about to slam the door shut when he blocks your action with his foot. “C’mon, just this one night. Please.”

He’s not budging anytime soon. His bullheadedness reminds you of Seungmin, who always tries to get Hyunjin wasted whenever you attend those Greek frat parties. Seungmin, who always succeeds in getting Hyunjin wasted, followed by Hyunjin hugging a bucket for the next few hours as he tries to get over the hangover. With a defeated sigh, you gesture Jisung to come inside and don’t wait for him until he’s taken his shoes off at the entryway.

“Look, I know you don’t like me—“

“Well, ‘don’t like’ is putting it very lightly—” you scoff once he’s caught up to you in the living room. It’s not exactly spacious; the couch takes up most of the room and college assignments are spread all over the minuscule coffee table.

“You could at least treat me like a decent human being.”

That statement is enough to get your ears flaming. You whip your head in his direction, voice getting louder. “How can I when your existence is making my life worse than it already is! And I mean it literally! Just seeing your name whenever I look at myself through the mirror sickens me!”

“Stop acting like you’re the only victim here.” Jisung snaps back in the same manner. If there was a little bit of etiquette in the first place, it has all vanished now. “I’m not having it easier when all I hear from you is the dozen ways you want Changbin to fuck you dumb!”

You freeze.

“Cat got your tongue? It’s already bad enough that you have those kinds of thoughts about my best friend every single day.”

“But I thought— y-you had the proximity link?!” This has to be a joke. A very bad one at that. His proximity link is the very sole reason why you lived next to him. His soulmate link is the only reason why you’ve been stuck together like glue since you could walk.

Jisung taps his foot impatiently, running his hand through his hair. “That’s what I thought too until I started hearing things that nobody said around me. First, it was just a few thoughts every other day, but now you’re like an annoying radio that I can’t switch off.”

“Why didn’t you tell me then? I would’ve—“

“Stopped fantasizing about Changbin’s dick? And then you would’ve jumped to the next person. I don’t care if you like him or not, it’s none of my business. Changbin’s hot, anyone with eyes can tell. Besides, it’s not like you have a chance anyway…”

You feel your blood boiling at his underlying message and cross your arms. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Jisung doesn’t bat an eyelash and says in a mocking tone as if stating the obvious. “No doubt that Changbin will make you feel good. But could you return the favor?”

That’s a low blow. Even for Jisung, that’s a low blow.

“I get that you’ve got a dirty mind. But those are just fantasies. Could you really execute them just the way you had in your head? You don’t even have experience in the first place.”

“If I sucked you off right now, you wouldn’t even be able to speak properly!” God knows what went over you when you countered. At this point, rage has taken over your brain and you don’t even realize what you just said right away. Not that it matters anyway; all you see is red.

Jisung just raises a brow, clearly unimpressed by your outburst. “Prove it,” he challenges casually and then flops himself onto the couch, legs spread wide. It’s an open invitation. “Go ahead, make me see reason with your oh so mind-blowing skills.”

The only thing you’re able to do physically is gape at him. He is joking, right? As if he actually means it—

“I knew it. Shameless in your head but too flustered to say it out loud, let alone following up with your bold statements.”

That seals the deal. You’re fuelled by anger and the desire to prove him wrong as you drop on your knees and are on eye level with his crotch. However, your spirit dissolves the longer you silently stare and realize that you have no fucking clue on what to do. Jisung is painfully aware of that too.

“I’m more terrified than turned on seeing your angry face.” He lets out an exasperated sigh before he pulls you up and directs you to sit on his lap. “Obviously it’s not working when neither of us is in the mood. You gotta get in the mood first,” he mutters, hands settling on your hips.

The look in his eyes is more composed now, but you can tell he’s being observant. As if you have clues written all over your face, he keeps you under his stern gaze. Then his eyes droop lower to your lips and he slowly leans forward.

Not even a second later, you firmly plant your hands on his shoulder and push him back. “No lips.”

If Jisung is judgemental about your sudden stunt, he doesn’t comment on it. “Anything else, your royal majesty?”

You’re too tired to react to his mockery and roll your eyes. “No marks.”

“I can work with that,” he mumbles more to himself rather to you. Then he leans forward again and buries his face in the crook of your neck. Surprised by his actions and new to the unfamiliar sensation, you tense up. Jisung seems to take notice of that too.

“Relax,” he orders, rubbing circles on your hips to help you loosen up.

Well, that’s easier said than done. It’s already bad enough that you’re gradually exposing yourself as the complete amateur you are, and out of all people who could’ve been the first to do any form of sexual advances on you, it just had to be Jisung. Perhaps you shouldn’t have rejected that one kid in high school who was the only one who ever had a crush on you. Even if that kid wasn’t your type and not a serious commitment anyway, maybe you would’ve at least some sort of experience with dick.

“A-ah—“ your breath hitches when he nips on the patch below your earlobe. He smiles against your skin as if he just made some scientific discovery and swipes his tongue on the same spot, eager to make you squirm. Not wanting to slip up anymore, you clamp your mouth shut with a hand.

“Let me hear you, baby. Just relax, I got you.” When the fuck did his voice start to sound lower and raspier? Where did ‘baby’ come from? All rationality and resistance leave your body when he wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you closer to him.

The cologne of musk lingers strong on him, almost intoxicating even, and you can’t form a cohesive thought anymore. The only things you are painfully aware of are an arm forcing your chest flush against his and his hot breath all over your neck.

You’re so far gone that you fail to notice that you’ve started grinding on his lap. Jisung moans softly into your neck as he encourages you to move with his hands.

“On your knees, baby,” he whispers after a while. A rush of disappointment runs through your veins once he detaches his lips from you and slides you off his lap, but all of that is forgotten once you see the prominent bulge in his pants.

Right. There’s a reason why you ended up in this predicament in the first place.

Jisung urges you to touch him with a simple nudge. “C’mon, baby. Take it off.”

You don’t waste time discarding his sweatpants. Just when you’re about to tug his underwear off, you notice the wet patch on the fabric. A surge of mischief washes over you as you boldly cupped his hard-on over his boxers, causing an obscenely loud moan from him.

He flinches, definitely not expecting that brashness from you, and throws his head back. “S-stop teasing me already and take that goddamn thing off or God help me what I’m going to do if you push my buttons.”

That. That was a threat. That dealt much more damage to you than you like to admit.

As much as you want to watch him break and see if he’d make his threats come true, you decide against your feelings and hook your fingers under the waistband and tug the fabric down in one swift motion. A groan leaves Jisung as his cock, fully hard and leaking precum, is exposed to the cold air. He’s certainly above average; on the longer side probably, and you’re conflicted on whether to think fuck, I want him in my mouth right now or fuck, how on earth is that supposed to fit into my mouth?!

You don’t get far with your inner conflict when a hand grabs a fistful of your hair and slowly urges you closer. The next thing you know, something is tapping your lips and before you fully register it, the tip of Jisung’s cock lies heavy on your tongue.

You carefully look up and meet Jisung’s hooded eyes. His shirt has ridden up a bit and flashes just a little bit of his toned stomach. That’s just enough of an indicator to see that Jisung is holding himself back, in case his irregular breathing hasn’t been a dead giveaway.

Jisung opens his mouth, about to say something, when you give an experimental suck on his dick. “Do something— f-fuck, a little more, baby.”

That’s enough to build your confidence up. You slowly take in more of his dick, sucking carefully and making sure to cover your teeth. The rest that doesn’t fit in your mouth is barely covered with your hands, and you messily try to coordinate your hands, switching between rubbing the base of his dick to cupping his balls.

“Mmh, use more pressure,” Jisung whispers, not trusting the stability of his voice when you fondle with his balls. A groan leaves him when you suck harder on his cock and switch back to swirling your tongue around. For a total beginner, you are holding yourself up better than he expected. Fuck.

“Focus on the tip fir— hhh- aa-ah...” His brain blacks out for a moment when you swirl your tongue around his tip and dare an experimental hum, the vibrations going straight down to his dick. The grip on your hair loosens, but it’s still firm enough to experience a sharp tug. “You’re doing good baby. So good.”

The combination of his sounds, the decent taste of precum on your tongue and the way his adam’s apple bops is enough to send you into sensory overload. You notice the way Jisung tenses his thighs, as to keep them still. You’re about to pull out completely to prevent your drool from getting on your face. However, before you get the chance to complain, he forces his length back on you that it grazes the back of your throat, nearly making you choke.

“Fuck, I— I’m gonna— s-soon—“ he hisses and you take it as a sign to speed up. At this point, your jaw hurts and a mixture of drool and precum drips down your chin. It’s borderline disgusting if you think about it, but the delectable sounds leaving Jisung compensates for it.

He sharply tugs on your hair, ordering you to pull off, but you slap his hand away. “I’m going to spill in your mouth if you don’t pull off right now—“ Jisung chokes on his words when you interrupt him with a hum as if to say so what? It doesn’t help that you’re looking up at him with teary eyes and a lot of conviction, even though you’re visibly struggling to keep half of his dick in your mouth.

When he cums, it’s accompanied but drawn out moans, and you forcing yourself to swallow the horrible texture. It’s not horrible per se, but you’d gladly refuse to swallow a second time if you were given the choice.

Jisung looks down at you with flushed cheeks and is about to wipe off the drool or cum or whatever liquid is staining your bottom lip, but you quickly block his hand. “I’ll clean up by myself.”

For a minuscule second, he looks defeated; he looks borderline disappointed, but before you can pinpoint his feelings for sure, his expression changes. “But what about you?” he asks, eyes raking down your body and stopping at the waistband of your pants.

“I’ll deal with it on my own.” You shrug, avoiding his eyes. All of sudden, you find it hard to breathe in the room as the realization settles into your brain. You just sucked off Jisung. Jisung, out of all fucking people.

“You sure?” Your eyes flit to him who looks like he’s been observing you the entire time. His breathing has calmed down, his lips look a little bit plumper than before and his hair sticks out in all different directions. Looking at his current state makes you feel sick, and your undying hatred for him starts growing again. It’s your fault that he looks so fucked out and—

Why the fuck did you even do that?

“Yes. Now stop asking before I change my mind and kick you out.”

Before he can have the last word, you turn on your heels and rush into your bedroom, ignoring the fact that your underwear is practically drenched.

You wake up to the smell of pancakes emerging from the kitchen. “What are you doing?”

“I’m making breakfast?” Jisung throws you a questioning look and then plates the last batch of pancakes from the pan. “It’s the least I can do after you were friendly enough to let me crash on the couch.”

Your eyes wander to the countertop to the two plates stacked with pancakes. Jisung finishes up the second plate and hands it out to you.

You stare dumbly at the plate. It’s too early for your brain to mouth filter to work, so the first thing you spit out is, “How do I know you didn’t poison it?”

“Are you fucking serious—“ Jisung squeezes his eyes shut, mutters something inaudible under his breath before he puts on the fakest smile he can muster. “I can take a bite if you really insist.”

“Give me that plate.” You point to the other plate on the counter. Presentation-wise, it looks the same as the one Jisung is offering you, minus the visible steam.

“There. Wanna switch again or can I finally eat?” he scoffs when you walk past him to get cutlery and sit at the dining table; it’s essentially a round wooden table where one of the legs is about to break. Two plates and a pitcher at most take up the entire surface. You really should consider buying a new table, but you have better things to spend on rather than that.

From your peripheral vision, you see Jisung rolling his eyes. Perhaps you were making an entire unnecessary circus, critically cutting through the pancake and inspecting each and every side before stuffing it in your mouth. But again, in your defense, it’s too early in the morning to show basic etiquette towards him out of all people.

You have to admit that visually, the pancakes look good. What you didn’t expect were the pancakes to taste just how they look. It looks like you couldn’t contain your surprise in you, judging by the amused smirk that finds its way onto Jisung’s face as he claims the chair across from you.

“As if you could actually cook,” you splutter because there’s no fucking way you are giving him that satisfaction of the day.

However, it seems to bemuse him even more. “You literally eat this every day and know the recipe by heart. With the excessive number of times you recite the ingredients a day, obviously, something got stuck in my brain,” he explains while cutting through his own portion.

The rest of breakfast is spent in silence. You both finish at the same time and while you’re washing the dishes, he’s stayed put in the chair, mindlessly checking something on his phone.

“You didn’t have to cook, you know. You could’ve just left.” you start. It’s already awkward enough that he’s still here. Bloody hell, you should’ve just waited with the plates and ushered him out of your place instead of just getting away as fast as possible from the table. Now that you think about it, this was probably the only time you two were somewhat amicable at such proximity. (Even if you didn’t talk at all. Still, it’s progress.)

He drops his phone on the table with a soft ‘bang’. “It’s the least I could do. Besides, I was starving too.”

“In other words, you’re taking advantage of my fridge?”

“Exactly.”

Just as you’re drying your hands, he’s about to leave. “I’ll get going, lecture’s starting in a few. And, uh, thanks for letting me stay here.”

You just shoot him a weird look. “You already thanked me once. How often do you wanna repeat yourself?”

Jisung rolls his eyes. “Fine, next time I’ll just leave without a word then.”

It’s when he’s finally out of the door that his last words sink in.

“Yo, I have pics of sweaty Changbin in a jersey. How much do you wanna pay for those gems?”

You nearly choke on air. “What the fuck?” Really, that’s the only appropriate reaction.

“Hyunjin, this needs more context.” Felix looks like he’s seriously second-guessing his taste in men before shaking it off with a sigh and elaborates. “He’s been trying to find out some scoop about Chan for the campus blog and caught him in his angry boxer mode and Changbin was also there assisting him. Hey, did you know that Chan doesn’t tape his hands before punching the bag? Fuck, that’s so intimidating but so hot at the same time—“

“Yah! I’m your boyfriend! How can you say that in front of me?!”

Changbin. Changbin in a jersey. Changbin in a jersey and drenched in sweat. And Hyunjin seriously has HQ pictures of that Changbin.

It really, absolutely shouldn’t have been the first thing that crossed your mind, but the idea of that Changbin — bonus if he still has anger pent up in him — barging into your place and instantly throwing you on the bed—

“I’m not a perverted creep who’s gonna buy pictures of him that he doesn’t even know exist. Besides, isn’t that a violation of his rights? He never consented to those pics. This is college, you’re only working for the campus blog, not fucking Dispatch.” you deadpan.

“So you don’t even want to take a sneak peek at a picture?”

“No.”

You barely stepped a foot into your apartment when Jisung storms out of his own place and stops in front of you. “You fucking liar.”

“Excuse me? What the— hmph!”

The next thing you know, Jisung forces his way into your hallway, slams the door shut and crowds you against it. His face is invading your personal space, eyes enraged and jaw locked. Even though his anger is far from justified as you haven’t glanced at him ever since he stayed over, a tiny part of you believes that you pissed him off for good. It's not the first time you witness him angry. However, it's the first time you witness him look as if someone murdered his family and was trying to get revenge.

“I thought you took care of it yourself!”

“Took care of what?”

“Did you already forget that I can read your mind?!”

You scrunch your nose, trying to connect the dots in his words. It doesn't take long for you to realize that there’s no point in trying. A frustrated groan leaves you. “Why are you getting so riled up? I just breathed and you stormed into my place!”

“‘Bullshit. You weren’t just breathing,” he snaps, and you flinch when his hand lands a few inches beside your face with a loud pang. “You were thinking of Changbin again! And I mean that in the thousand sex positions and locations you want him to bang you kind of thinking! And also—“

“Also what?”

“I know you’ve been pent up for days. Seriously, why don’t you just get off like every other sane human being?”

His brutal delivery leaves you flabbergasted. How the fuck does he know that? No. No. No. He doesn’t know. He can’t. Just because he can read your mind doesn’t mean that you didn’t pleasure yourself after giving him that blowjob. Jisung’s probably bluffing — he has to be bluffing.

“W-why should I answer you?” you stutter. Suddenly the walls look much more interesting. When was the last time you painted the walls? Maybe it’s time to switch things up—

“Are you really about to get all cocky with me? Give me a break.” Jisung chews on his bottom lip after little deliberation. “You wanna know why? Because one of my best friends is going through a hard time that can utterly destroy his entire future thanks to the fucking universe! If that isn’t stressful as it is, I also see and hear all kinds of things you want Changbin to do to you. And your fantasies are also affecting me.”

You stare at him as if he sprouted eight new legs. “So you’ve also been…?”

“Sexually frustrated? Fuck yes. And it’s all your fault. So take responsibility and do something against it before I do.”

“Are you threatening me?”

“So what if I am?”

A cold shiver runs down your spine once you meet his stone-cold gaze. Frustration is displayed all over his features, from his labored breaths to the raised brow. He’s not playing mind games this time, he’s actually frustrated.

There are a billion red flags, a billion blinking signs saying NO DON’T YOU EVEN THINK OF DOING THIS! DON’T BE A FUCKING IDIOT in your mind. There are so many countless reasons why you should listen to your head, but the way Jisung is lusting after you is terrifyingly attractive.

You don’t trust your voice to respond verbally. Instead, you look down at your trembling hand and tug at the hem of his shirt. It’s just then when you also realize that your thighs are clenched. Fuck.

Jisung takes the hint. In the blink of an eye, he’s yanking you to your room, kicks the door shut with a loud ‘thud’, and manhandles you on the bed. You’re too stunned to react, and gulp when he hovers over you and strips off his jacket, leaving him in a white shirt that doesn’t hide his toned arms.

“Use the color system, alright? Green when everything is alright, yellow when you want me to slow down, and red when you want me to stop for good?” he asks.

“I know what the color system is,” you mutter, tearing your eyes away from him.

“That’s not an answer to my question.” he presses.

“Fine, color system it is. There! Happy? Now get on with it—“

Jisung pins your wrists above your head vigorously. “You don’t call the shots here. I do.”

Your stomach swoops. You really should’ve listened to your brain. This Jisung isn’t comparable with the Jisung you sucked off a few days ago. That Jisung was cocky — he’s always cocky, what are you even saying — but he still gave you room to breathe. This Jisung is downright scary.

“Good thing for you, I know exactly what you want me to do—” he starts sinisterly as his thigh settles firmly between your legs, pressing up against your clothed core. You suddenly regret wearing a skirt. “—and trust me baby, even if I couldn’t read your mind, I would do all those things because that’s what I plan on doing to you regardless.”

The look he gives you should be illegal. He shouldn’t be in the position to look down at you, as if he’s the king and has free reign over the consequences you are about to bear. Your head suddenly feels dizzy, and it’s way too hot in the room. It’s as if your bedroom has morphed into some vacuum as you’re desperately trying to breathe. Your system ceases to function once he presses his thigh even harder on your cunt, and all you manage to make is a pathetic whimper.

A menacing grin makes its way to his face. He’s clearly thriving on this ego-boost and continues to grind his thigh on you until your hips start to sway along. It seems like you found your voice again once he leans down and nibbles on your neck. Your moans are barely audible at first, but they slowly turn into drawn out mewls and labored breaths.

Your eyes snap open when he suddenly retreats his thigh and holds your hip in a vice grip, stopping you from moving. “W-what the fuck? Why did you stop?”

“Tell me what you want me to do.”

“Huh?” You squint at him. “But you can read my mind!”

“I want you to say it out loud.”

There’s no way in the universe that you’ll do that. You’ll gladly wipe off that shit-eating grin out of his face whether he likes it or not, but with his hold on your wrists, that is deemed impossible.

You should say something out loud though. Yellow. That would save you from the humiliation. You could regain at least an ounce of control, not feel so pathetic anymore. It’s a simple word, just two syllables, six letters. The tables can be turned to your advantage. It’s easy.

You don’t.

“You’re embarrassed, aren’t you? You can’t say all those filthy thoughts in your head out loud because you’re ashamed, huh? Not when you love feeling so powerless, subject to anything I do to you. Face it baby, just admit that you’re a needy little bitch who wants to get off on my fingers so bad, and I’ll give you what you want,” Jisung growls in between hot, wet kisses he leaves on your neck.

“I—“ you whimper after some difficulties, “I’m your needy little bitch w-who wants to get off on your fingers.”

Jisung’s head pipes up, his face just hovering a couple of inches away from yours. With that little distance between you, you know it’s not a trick of the light and that his eyes are blown up with hunger, hunger, and more hunger. "Not just any bitch, but mine? Do you like it when I call you mine?"

You nod. From there on, it’s a chain reaction.

He wastes no time slipping his fingers past your panties, mindlessly trailing along your folds. You throw your head back in pleasure, bucking your hips into his touch. A cry leaves you the moment he slips a finger inside you, his thumb simultaneously flicking your clit. It’s sensory overload, rendering your rationality to a standstill.

Your utter downfall is marked once Jisung adds a second finger, never slowing down. He groans at the way you clench around him like a maniac, and the sounds he makes send jolts all over your body. You’re writhing under his grasp at this point, overstimulated by everything yet at the same time, you feel your arousal slowly fading.

“Does my baby feel good? Are you close?” Jisung asks, nipping on your earlobe.

“I don’t know,” you whisper.

“What do you mean, ‘you don’t know’?”

The pit in your stomach grows. You’ve never experienced claustrophobia, but right now, it’s like everything’s suffocating you. “A-as in I don’t fucking know!” you exclaim shakily.

Jisung stops his movements. The weight on your wrists is lifted, and he looks at you, face unreadable. “(y/n), color. What’s your color?”

“Green. It’s just...” your trail off, avoiding his eyes.

“Just...?”

“I’ve never come before,” you confess in defeat. You really can’t believe that Jisung out of all people is the one to make the call of judgment. “I mean it! I’ve tried getting myself off but I never managed to... so cut me some fucking slack because I’m trying my best here and am still new to everything!”

Jisung stays silent. He stares at you in… confusion? disbelief? You really have no clue how to read his expression. Something negative for sure, though. He’s Satan’s spawn, for fuck’s sake. He’s probably thinking twice about going down on you, thinking about the gravity of a mistake he’s dealing with this time. He just has no clue how to articulate his irritation—

“You’re so cute, fucking hell,” he whispers.

You do a double-take. What? What did he say?

A small chuckle escapes his lips. As if he doesn’t mind. Wait. He doesn’t mind. “I’ll take good care of you. Trust me on this,” he says.

“That’s a little late coming from you, your fingers are literally up my vagi— h-ha-aah—“

“Just shut up and let me do the work.” Jisung rolls his eyes as he works you up again, fingers moving at a slower pace this time. Within minutes, he’s reduced you into a panting, stuttering mess. “You look so tiny and helpless underneath me. How adorable,” he coos, to which you just whine.

“Yeah? You like it when I call you tiny? Like it when your tight cunt already feels stuffed with just two fingers? Maybe we should stretch it to a third one, think you can handle that?” he presses on. That’s when he rams his fingers into a particular spot, making you arch your back. A knowing smile makes its way onto his lips. “Found it.”

“N-no, fuck— t-too much—” you babble, but he continues to abuse your sweet spot without remorse.

An unfamiliar pressure builds up in your abdomen, threatening to burst. Your whines grow louder, breaths shallower. You squeeze your eyes shut as you thrust your hips into his hand, desperate for more friction. “Jisung, I think I’m gonna—”

“Oh no, not like this,” he growls. “Keep your eyes open. I want you to look at me when you cum. So you’ll remember that it was me who made you cum for the first time. It’s me who’s making you feel good.”

That is easier said than done. You manage to open your eyes, though with a lot of difficulties. Scratch that, your eyes are barely open. Jisung is a blurry image, and you’re unable to register everything he says, the sound of his fingers squelching in your heat blaring in your ears.

You deem it fucking impossible to keep your eyes open when your orgasm hits you hard, body spasming from the sensation. But you keep on trying, keep forcing to set your eyes on him.

It’s all worth it though when the reward you get is a proud smile on his face, as well as streams of praises coming from his mouth.

It’s a continuous pattern that goes as follows:

1. You spend your days glued to your friends.

2. At least one of them (usually, it’s Seungmin) preaches how you should get your shit together and ask Changbin out.

3. Somehow, Changbin manages to leave a strong presence in your fantasies and you end up daydreaming about a scenario that stars him, you and a bed (if you’re feeling more daring, any other kind of surface or object he could pound you into.)

4. Jisung notices and forces the horniness out of your system.

5. You tell yourself that it’s the last time Jisung has such control over you.

And then the cycle repeats.

But here’s the thing: you find yourself doing no. 5 you with less conviction the more it happens. No. 5 is a formality at this point. You don’t know when you went the wrong path, but are you really in a position to complain? Jisung is good with you, he’s good with his fingers, even better with his mouth.

But then there’s this side of Jisung after he’s ruined you. He knows what you want to eat after you’re all cleaned up, knows what show you want to watch, knows if you want to just drop dead in bed or need someone to force you to finish your uni assignments. In short: Jisung is good. If you ever said that out loud and someone caught wind of it, they might assume that you liked him.

But Changbin. You like Changbin. You like Changbin you like Changbin you like Changbin—

You like Changbin, right?

“You’ve been looking at me as if I had the word CLOWN written over my forehead. Do I have something on my face or what?” you cross your arms and are met with your friends quickly averting their eyes from you.

Felix is the first one to break the silence. “Is that a new dress?”

“Not really. I recently found it when I cleared out my closet and decided to give it one more try. Why—“ you pause, and your expression turns grim once it dawns on you. “I look ridiculous in this, don’t I?”

“Yeah.”

“No!”

“You look like a clown.”

“Seungmin-Hyung, did you really just???”

If your crippling self-esteem hadn’t reached its all-time low before, then it definitely did now. “Geez, thanks,” you deadpan.

Jeongin is panicking, trying to provide some damage control as Felix snaps at Hyunjin and Seungmin. “Nobody cares about your two cents!”

“Well, but she asked for our opinion!”

“Nobody cares about your honest two cents!”

“Let’s just have lunch at the burger place and talk about this later, Hyung!”

You’re still dazed, chuckling dryly like those cartoon characters usually do when their soul leaves their body after someone dragged them. The entire situation is downright sad to witness. Is this a sign that your period is coming soon? That’s it! That probably explains why you’re acting so uncharacteristically sensitive today—

“The dress suits you, (y/n). You should wear it more often,” Changbin says.

“Hah?” you flinch and you’re sure your soul actually left your body when you turn to face Changbin smiling genuinely at you. Out of your periphery, you see Jisung and Chan behind him, but that’s not the point.

What? The? Fuck? Did he really just? Did Changbin just… compliment you?

You don’t realize how long you’ve dumbly stared at him until Jeongin nudges you. “Uhhhh, thanks!” you squeak out, cringing at how your voice just went up by an octave. You can feel Jeongin facepalming internally at your response, but you don’t blame him; you’d most likely do the same.

Changbin just smiles before he turns away to get to his next class, tugging Jisung and Chan with him.

Nevermind. Wearing this dress was the best decision you’ve made in your entire college career. The way you suddenly beam almost gives Felix whiplash — it’s obvious in the way he stares at you as if he ended up watching a comedy instead of the melodrama he was expecting. Hyunjin seems just as flabberghasted, Jeongin is still cringing from the secondhand embarrassment, and Seungmin just grins.

“Ah, so lover boy is the reason, I see.”

You roll your eyes at him. “Oh my god, just shut up, Seungmin.”

Jisung is eating you out with such fervor that has you sobbing and thrashing around. He’s merciless in every literal sense, keeping your hips planted on the couch with his hands to the point where veins are bulging out, and lapping up your juices with his tongue, continuing even though you already came. He only pulls away, lips glistening in your release, once you tug on his hair despite his orders to not do that.

“Already spent now? But baby, we just started.” he pouts. “Or is it because it’s me? Would you defy if Changbin was the one eating you out?”

You stare at him with blown out eyes. Why the fuck is he bringing up Changbin now? The words hang heavy in your throat and are threatening to burst, but the death stare he delivers stops you from doing so.

Something’s not right.

“Don’t tell me... you’re wet again because I just mentioned Changbin. Changbin this, Changbin that, huh? It’s always only Changbin, Changbin, Changbin. And I thought I was doing you good all along,” he rages, making you flinch. He can be terrifying when he wants to be, but this time, he seems completely out of it. “You know what? I’m fucking done with holding back. You’re mine, got it?”

With that, he dives back into your cunt, sucking harshly on your clit as he slides a finger in you. You try to pry him off, but his weight is restraining you to the sofa.

“Jisung, it hurts— ouch—“ Panic starts to rise in you when he finally detaches himself from your nub, but instead, moves down to your thighs and starts sucking on the skin with a force much harder than you’re used from him. “What are you doing? S-stop—!”

“You’re mine, you’re supposed to be mine. I am literally written on your skin. So why can’t you just wish to be with me? Do I have to mark you up so that you’ll finally get it?”

It hurts. It hurts. Once you feel teeth on your skin, you burst into tears. “Red, Jisung, red!”

As if it was the spell to break the cast, Jisung finally snaps out of it. His features break once his eyes meet yours. Regret sticks onto him like a second skin, and he slightly moves his hand in an attempt to reach out to you. Your muscles react faster though, and you instinctively pull your legs towards yourself and shy away from him. The way his face drops by another layer of remorse tugs at your heartstrings, but the impending fear overpowers everything else you’re feeling.

“What’s going on? What went over you?” you ask.

Jisung’s breath is shaky. He feverishly opens his mouth several times, but no sound is coming out. He’s struggling to find the right words, maybe trying to find a somewhat reasonable justification for his behavior. In the end, he lets out a defeated sigh. “I can’t do this anymore without having feelings—” his voice is weak and vulnerable and you’ve never witnessed him break down like this before, “—I like you. I like you the way you like Changbin. I just...”

Silence.

“Leave,” you whisper, but in this silence, your voice rings out loud and clear. This is… too much weight for your heart to carry.

Jisung complies. He grabs his belongings from the floor, slips on his shirt, and leaves with his head hung low. His footsteps grow more and more distant, but then he stops.

“Are you really in love with Changbin?” His voice cracks.

You don’t muster up the courage to face him. “Just read my mind.”

It’s silent again. Too overwhelming. You’re waiting for yet another outburst of him, waiting for his “I want you to say it out loud”, because that’s how the conversation always goes.

The last thing you hear is the front door falling in its lock with a soft click.

You like Changbin. You like Changbin you like Changbin you like Changbin you like—

You like him, right?

Things have changed.

You and Jisung haven’t crossed paths ever since, not even passed each other by in the hallways. It’s weird since you’ve grown used to seeing him every day outside of your apartment complex. You’ve never really acknowledged each other’s presence with a wave or something in the sorts; it was just a second where your eyes met, and then your days went on.

That being said, you run into Changbin quite frequently. If you ever exchanged words, it’s nothing more than friendly small talk and the one or other compliment about his music. Talking to Changbin is nice; he makes you smile.

You know a little bit more about Changbin now, like his favorite ice cream flavor or the fact that he has a pokemon plushie named Gyu. It’s cute, and you chuckle when you think about how you’d pay good money for that information a few weeks ago.

Changbin is nice, and there’s nothing more to the story.

The chaotic quartett you call your friends however, doesn’t seem to buy it. They are loud and nosey and have eyes, so it was set in stone that they’d tease you about it sooner or later. It’s all fun and games, and you played along with it at first, because that’s how you guys are. But as time went on, when the banter became so repetitive and blown out of proportion to the point where they have made clowning you about your small interactions with Changbin the pinnacle of their entertainment, you’ve begun to be fed up by it.

“Will you finally stop bringing him up in an indecent manner every single lunch break? Or even better, stop bringing him up altogether?” You snap, which shocks everyone at the table because you never snap.

Nobody has time to react as you quickly stomp away to grab some fresh air. You mutter out every curse under the sun, not intending to let your anger take over you this much. You’ve only made it past the door when Felix catches up to you, placing a hand over your shoulder.

“(y/n), what’s the matter? Clearly, something’s bothering you. And I know it’s not because of just Seungmin.” Concern is woven in his smooth voice.

You have to admit, it was a smart and calculated move from your friends to send Felix your way. He’s always been the compassionate one out of your little friend group. Like a pillar, he’s the one who keeps you all grounded (and he’s the one to drive your asses back home after the wild Alpha Beta Gamma frat parties).

“I don’t like Changbin that way, I realized. So it’d be very much appreciated if you asses didn’t allude to that every time,” you huff.

Felix sends you an understanding smile. “We can work that out. You know that Hyunjin and Seungmin in particular can be insensitive and sometimes don’t realize they’ve taken things too far..”

“Fine, but that’s not the main thing that’s eating me up alive, Felix.” you sigh. The words seem to flow out of your mouth like a waterfall. “I’ve realized I’ve never really liked Changbin. Okay, fine, he was just a crush I had but I don’t like him.”

He nods slowly, his brain processing your ramble. “So you like someone else.”

“Yes. And I don’t know how to fix it because we got into a huge fight.”

“Talk to them. That’s the only thing left to do.” His response is immediate, and he says it as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Every relationship has its ups and downs, and if you want to be committed, you have to fight for it. If you were made for one another, you’ll make it.”

The last part makes you laugh internally. If only he knew.

“Let me guess, you expect me to barge into his place to sort things out,” you say.

Felix gives you the look of judgment. “I mean, you could also show some human decency and text him in advance so he’s also prepared. But that works fine too.”

Come to think of it, you’ve never been to Jisung’s apartment. That’s about to change when you knock on his door sometime in the evening, shortly after sunset.

Jisung’s face immediately drops once he opens the door. “What are you doing here?” His voice is soft, drenched in regret.

It’s not that his appearance has reached rock bottom. He still takes good care of himself; however, you pick up the dark circles under his eyes and his complexion seems a little paler. Not sickeningly pale, but in a sense that he hasn’t seen the light of day for a few consecutive days.

You shift your weight on one leg and fiddle with your fingers. “Can we talk?”

Jisung gulps. “Yeah, sure,” he mumbles after a moment of hesitation before inviting you in.

“I’ve thought a long time about this. Everything, really,” you start awkwardly as soon as you’re both standing stiffly in his living room. “I, um…”

You cringe inwardly as your voice trails off. Truth be told, you’ve rehearsed what you wanted to say many times a few hours ago. Even wrote down the entire speech. Then threw the draft away, only to compose a new one. And then again and again and again. After what felt like an eternity, you had polished your final speech and memorized it from top to bottom, even making sure that your flow sounded natural. But now that this is the real deal, your mind goes blank. Of course, of fucking course, your illiterate brain had to give up on you in the situation that mattered the most.

Jisung purses his lips. “Do you want something to drink first? No need to rush—”

“I don’t like Changbin!” you blurt out. Jisung stares at you in confusion. “I mean, I used to like Changbin — I still do, he’s a nice guy! Don’t get me wrong — but that’s all he is. He’s… nice. I like him, as a friendly guy. I had a crush on him, but now it’s just, uh, like. Platonic! Yeah, platonic.”

Despite him nodding slowly, you know that he is still lost. You would be too if you were on the receiving end of this painfully clumsy delivery.

You give yourself a mental slap as you take a deep breath. It can’t get any worse than this. Definitely impossible. You’ve already proven to him how bad your public speaking skills are. Might as well get over it with the bluntest words. “I miss you. And not because of the sexual things we did, but everything else. I miss you coming over, miss the movie night, and all that. I miss you, Jisung.”

He stares at you silently. Your eyes search his face for any sign of emotion, and for one too many times, Jisung is impossible to read. Okay, perhaps you did manage to tell him what you wanted to tell him even worse than whatever the fuck your initial attempt was.

But then his blank armor cracks. Little by little, his eyes soften, disbelief and remorse on display for you to see. Jisung is looking at you as if his world has fallen apart even more. He’s looking at you as if he’s clinging to the last threads of reason, trying to make sense of the situation. He’s looking at you with eyes that could hold stars behind them, stars that were supposed to burn out yet shine brighter than the universe.

“How can you say that? I hurt you. I made you cry! I was being a selfish asshole who put out his anger on you!” he exclaims, voice breaking towards the end. Pain clouds his red eyes, and he’s fighting to keep the tears at bay.

You slowly prod closer to him, testing the waters. He doesn’t react once, not even when you stand directly in front of him. Not even when you gently place your hands on a shoulder each. Not until you say, “It’s alright. I’m alright. No hard feelings.”

That’s his breaking point. Tears stream down his face, while quiet hiccups jump out of his throat. “How can you be so nice to me?” His sobs are muffled as he eases into your touch, hiding his face in the crook of your neck. Instinctively, he wraps his arms around your waist, clinging onto you as if you’re his lifeline.

The answer is simple, you say to yourself, as you thread a hand in his hair. “We’re soulmates.”

The weight of the words hangs in the air, shattering the previous tension and all the worries in your heart. It’s liberating, finally being able to say it out loud without feeling like an abnormality for saying those words with happiness. You’re soulmates. You’re soulmates, and that’s okay.

Jisung’s sobs resound throughout the room, and so do his countless, tiny yeah, we are’s. You need a moment before you register the wetness on your face. It feels like an eternity standing in his warm embrace, even after there are no more tears left to cry.

“Can I kiss you?” Your voice is quiet, barely above a whisper, but Jisung catches it. two fingers gently lift your chin so that you’re facing him. You almost melt when your eyes meet, his gaze filled with adoration that makes you want to burst at the seams.

“Yeah. I’d love that.” Jisung smiles.

It costs you your willpower to tear your eyes away from him before they flutter down to his lips. Despite his bottom lip being a little cracked, they look inviting and you wonder what they taste like. You expect him to nudge you, expect him to tell you to hurry up and do something because you’re pretty sure you’re staring at his lips for far too long.

He doesn’t. The grip on your chin is loose as if to tell you to take your time and go at your own pace. But the longer you wait, the more reluctance builds up. It’s a lot of power he’s given you; hell, it’s the first time he hands the reigns to you.

“Can you… uhm… I’ve never done this before, so yeah…” you look at him with a crooked smile.

The breathless chuckle that leaves him sounds like music to your ears. Jisung moves his hand to the back of your neck before closing the distance between you.

The kiss is short and sweet, but that alone suffices to make the butterflies in your stomach burst. The faint taste of coke lingers on him, and before you know it, you’re kissing again. Jisung’s lips are like an addiction, reeling you back in for another one. Somewhere along the way, the kisses change. Innocent presses of lips are long forgotten, replaced by teeth playfully tugging on your bottom lip, and Jisung kissing you deeper to the point where he steals all oxygen out of your lungs.

Your hands slide down his chest, tugging on his shirt. Startled by your bold actions, he pulls away, but you catch him back into another liplock that leaves the two of you breathless. All you can think of clearly is Jisung Jisung Jisung—

This time he forces himself away from you. Gasping for air, he places his forehead on yours. “If we go farther than this, then I don’t know if I can control myself.” His warning is barely above a whisper.

“Then don’t,” you whisper back.

That’s all the reassurance he needs before leading you to his bedroom, all the whilst latching onto your lips once more. He doesn’t let go of you until your back hits the soft mattress and he’s on top of you. Warm, slightly calloused hands trail from your cheeks to the hem of your shirt.

“Color?”

“Green,” you respond, smiling up at him. The sun has long vanished at the horizon, replaced by the dim moon and stars. Despite only a little light surging past the blinds into the room, you can see Jisung’s features crystal clear. The endearing smile is cast into the back of your mind, so is the delicacy in his touch, fingertips lightly grazing your skin as he sheds all your clothes off until you’re left in your underwear. After hearing your complaints, he discards his own clothes with an amused glint in his eyes.

Jisung takes his time pounding every single detail of your features into his memory. His hands roam all over your body, inciting goosebumps. You lean into his touch with a sigh and flit your gaze to him once he stops on a particular spot.

The look on his face is unreadable, but the hesitation in his voice speaks for itself. “Does this bug you?” he asks, uncertainty laced in it as he runs his finger over each character of his name that’s inked under your collarbone. You shake your head with a hum that turns into a soft moan once he leaves kisses on the spots his finger burned before, one for each letter. Eventually, his actions spiral out to sucking lovebites and rutting his bulge against your heat, enticing louder whines out of you. Your vision morphs into blurriness as you move your hips in sync with his, locking your arms around his neck to pull him even closer to you.

“(y/n), baby…” Jisung heaves for air, “Is it okay if I…?.”

“Please,” you mewl, “want you inside me.” Your desperation must’ve shone through your tone, as Jisung presses a loving kiss on your forehead before he reaches over to the nightstand for a condom, grinning like a lovesick idiot.

In books and movies, this is the part where the virgin would reach peak nervousness. Too many fears would be inhabiting their mind; the fear of pain, fear of not fulfilling their partner’s needs, fear of the entire situation, essentially. Whatever they depict in those books and movies, it doesn’t match up with the warmth and want pumping in your veins. Even after Jisung slipped your and his underwear off and slid the condom on his leaking cock, there’s no sign of fear bubbling in you. It’s rather the opposite; you nudge him to finally slide into you.

“So impatient,” he tuts playfully, and because he can’t help being a bit sadistic, he teases your dripping entrance with the tip of his cock. Tears begin to form in your eyes from the frustration of clenching around nothing. You feel like crying for good once he slowly pushes into you. The stretch feels unfamiliar and completely different than what you’re used to from his fingers, but it’s not unpleasant as you throw your head back. While you’re adjusting to his girth, Jisung observes your every expression, faltering whenever you scrunch your eyes shut.

“You still there?” he asks in hushed tones, caressing your cheek.

In awe about his concern, you nod. “I’m fine. It’s just… new. I’ve never done this, but I guess you already figured that out.” It takes you a moment to catch your breath, and then you give him the green light to continue.

The way Jisung has your hands firmly against the bed lacks the usual roughness; he isn’t gripping your wrists as if he’s about to cut off your blood circulation. This time, he has intertwined his fingers with yours as if he doesn’t ever want to let go of you. A firework of colors and stars is all you see as he thrusts into slow and deep and with all the passion he has to offer. His lips don’t leave space for a breather either; he kisses you with so much fervor that it swallows your heart up whole. At that instant, you realize that he’s claimed your heart and isn’t going to give that up any time soon. You don’t mind, because you know that you’ve committed the same crime.

It’s not long after until you feel the orgasm building up. Jisung brings one hand down to flick your clit, and just like that, you unravel beneath him. His own release follows suit, a muffled groan coming from his lips as he spills into the condom.

It’s quiet for a moment, no words spoken between you except for harsh breathing. Eventually, Jisung slides his softening dick out of you and disappears for a moment to clean up, returning with a damp towel for you to freshen up a little, as well as a glass of water.

“I think I won’t be able to walk tomorrow,” you say after you gulped down the drink in one go, voice devoid of emotion. A laugh leaves Jisung. The way you deliver it is so casual as if he didn’t just have his dick in you minutes before. “Also, isn’t this the part where we should cuddle?”

“So bossy, your royal majesty.” He even takes a bow before he climbs back on the bed, pulling the covers over your bodies, and scooting up to you. He says something else, but you don’t register what exactly. All you care about is being wrapped in his warm embrace. The stench of sweat isn’t prominent on him anymore. Instead, it’s a huge cloud of Axe overpowering your senses. You would complain, but you’re too blissed out to bother.

Jisung must’ve noticed at a certain point that you’ve wandered to daydream paradise. “You’ve been quiet for a while. A penny for your thoughts.”

“But you can read my mind.”

“I want you to say it out loud.” His answer comes like a shot while his hand is brushing through your hair. “That, and your thoughts are too jumbled and my head is going to malfunction if I try to decode everything running in your head right now.”

The corners of your lips quirk upwards. “I’m just thinking about how we did everything in the wrong order. It’s just now that we kissed, before that I only sucked you off or something. We’re so fucked up.”

“If you word it that way, we definitely didn’t follow the book.” Jisung laughs in agreement. The vibrations from his chest causes you to bubble up in warmth.

“I don’t mind, though. That’s not the point. I’m happy.” You don’t have to look up to know that his eyes lit up. “Jisung, I’m happy that you’re mine.”

The hold around your waist tightens, and you feel a soft kiss being pressed on top of your head. “And I’m happy that you’re mine.”

In another lifetime, another universe, you probably wouldn’t have to go through these struggles. Society would normalize having someone that completes you. You wouldn’t go through countless stages of denial, countless stages of frustration, and countless stages of doubt.

In another lifetime, another universe, you potentially could’ve been on even worse terms. Just like in those cyberpunk movies, maybe you two would be enemies, one fighting alongside the government, the other assisting the villain who tries to overthrow the system. Star-crossed lovers, that’s what you two would be dubbed as.

In another lifetime, another univer—

No need to fantasize about what could be. The only lifetime that matters is this lifetime, this universe, your reality. In reality, people like you live in hiding. In reality, society is doubtful towards people with soulmates. In reality, people like you are destined for a tragedy. It’s taken you a long time to wrap it around your head.

That’s alright though. You’re alright. You’ll always be alright. The universe might have not played in your favor in this lifetime, but you still found each other. Perhaps, the universe will be more forgiving towards you in your next lifetime. Or the one after. Who knows? Whatever happens, at least you know you have one person you’re bound to meet wherever you are, whenever you are. One person who won’t ever let go of you. One person you won’t ever let go of.

“Yeah, I’m yours.”

#i'm never writing a oneshot again this is too stressful for my heart #stray kids smut #skz smut #han jisung smut #jisung smut #stray kids dark hours #dom!jisung #sub!reader #jijiri.txt #smut.mine #i winged the ending so pls go easy on me dlskjflkjsa

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my babies - b.boeser

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a/n: shoutout to @jmaybanks hyping me up about this fic 💖

Brock sighed down at the fussy two month old, beginning to run out of ideas in what to do to soothe his own son. He’d fed him, he’d changed him more than once, he burped bim, he tried going for a walk, but nothing was working, he knew his son, Niko, was overly tired and had to go down for a nap, but he just simply refused to cooperate for his poor dad. In cases like this, you’d normally take Niko and magically calm him with your “amazing mommy powers” as Brock called them, but you see, you weren’t home, you were over an hour away at the hospital with your family, standing beside your grandmothers bedside and praying for a miracle. Brock wanted to be there for you of course, but someone had to stay and take care of Niko and he was still so young that you personally refused to let anyone other than the two of you to be alone with him for this long. You’d left your fiancé between a rock and a hard place. His phone rang, thankfully on silent so it kept Niko from completely freaking out again, Brock was scared to answer the phone, it was you, and he was afraid for whatever news was going to come from this phone call, he loved your family quite honestly as much as you did, and your grandma was no exception, if anything, she was his favorite, the one who really got through to your dad about giving Brock a chance, and now the two of them were best buds. “Hey, baby.” He spoke softly, you let out a shaky breath at the sound of his voice, “how’s Niko?” You asked, needing a moment to collect yourself. “He’s finally going to sleep, you wanna see him?” Brock whispered, already knowing the answer as he pulled the phone away and switched to a FaceTime call.

You held the phone out so you could see your two boys, Niko curled up on Brock’s bare chest, skin to skin still his favorite thing to do. “I miss you guys.” You whimpered, unable to contain the emotions anymore, your parents had stepped out to give you a minute alone with your grandma, and you thought it was only fair you called Brock so he could say goodbye as well. “We miss you too, mama.” He mumbled, moving the phone to show him, “uh, so I wanted to call so you could talk to her one more time.” You managed to whisper out, his eyes widening for a moment, but softening and putting on the tough exterior that wasn’t all that tough as his eyes watered from the sight of you and the thought of what he was about to do, “alright.” He managed to get out, you moved to be right up beside the bed, “her English has been really bad lately, so I’ll translate if I have too.” You spoke softly, holding the phone so she could see Brock who plastered a smile on his face, a fake one of course, but it was real in the intent of making your grandma feel better. “Hi, nonna.” Brock spoke, the way he adapted to her needs always made your heart skip a beat, “come stanno i miei bambini?” (How are my babies) you chuckled at her words, she always referred to Brock as her baby, the grandson she never had so once you had Niko she simply changed it to babies. “She’s asking how her babies are.” You told him with a soft laugh, having to find the happiness in the situation, “we’re good, Niko says he loves you.” Brock answered her, she understood what he was saying and she smiled, barely able to keep her eyes open. “I love you too.” He added quickly, needing to squeeze it in before she fell into another stretch of long sleep. You’d already said everything you had to say to her, “I’m gonna come home soon, I think, I don’t think I can sit here any longer and watch her like this.” You spoke setting the phone down for a second so you could pull the blanket up to her shoulders, seeing the way she shivered lightly, you left a lingering kiss to her forehead. “Ti amo nonna, mi mancherai.” (I love you grandma, I’ll miss you) you whispered, biting your lip as you wiped at your tears. “Are you sure? I don’t want you to regret leaving before something happens.” Brock spoke softly, not wanting to irritate you, “I’m sure.” You snapped unintentionally, you were just so tired of that question, she won’t be the first family member you’ve lost, and you couldn’t stand to see this any longer, you just wanted to go home and cry on your fiancé’s chest while you looked at your sweet baby boy who held all the innocence in the world. “I’m sorry, Brock, I didn’t mean to.” You apologized instantly, you held the phone back out in front of you, he was looking at you with that look, the one that said don’t push me away, I’m doing my best here. “It’s alright, baby, if you want to come home, then come home, we’ll be here waiting for you.”

The drive home should’ve been only an hour, but two hours later you were finally pulling into your driveway, the weather having caused traffic, then an accident on the highway made you get redirected which ended up taking longer than staying on the original route. You walked into the house, despite the puffiness in your eyes, and the dried tear stains on your cheeks, a smile covered your lips as you heard Brock singing along to the nursery rhyme music playing in the living room. You didn’t say anything as he clearly didn’t hear you walk in, but coolie and milo decided to ruin your sneak attack when they jumped up. “Hi my babies.” You cooed, their tails swinging rapidly. “Oh, you’re home.” Brock called, you heard his feet approaching, you looked up to be greeted by a slightly tired looking Brock who was cradling your son to his chest with a proud smile. “Hi my other babies.” You teased softly, walking right up to him, not hesitating to curl into his open arm. “I’m sorry I couldn’t be there with you today.” He whispered, pressing kisses to the top of your head as you could only nod in response. You shakily pulled away and held your hands out for Niko, Brock skillfully passed him to you, watching as you left a big kiss to your sons head before holding him close to you. “Mommy missed you.” You whispered to the baby who looked up at you with wide eyes, you couldn’t help but hold him close and let the tears fall, you had been bottling it up, and you had to let it out, now especially as you were in the comfort of your own home. You were an easy crier, you cried at movies, at cute romance stories, but it was rare that you cried like this, with such a strong strangled sob falling from your lips, you were hurting, and he didn’t know what to do to help. “Y/N.” Brock murmured, having to hold his own emotions back, “come here, honey.” He carefully hugged you, making sure to not put pressure on baby Niko. “It’s not fair, why does it have to hurt so much?” You whimpered, sniffling as you tried to breath, all it took for you to come back to earth was the way Brock leaned back and pushed the hair off your face, not caring that it was wet with tears, and if you were being honest, some snot. And then, to top it all off, Niko grabbed onto your finger and held it tight, you finally looked down at him, smiling at the sight as he drifted off again. “Freaking amazing mommy powers.” Brock joked lightly, shaking his head, you threw your head back in a quiet giggle, not wanting to wake the baby. Brock’s hands were still on your hair, thumbs rubbing softly, “life isn’t fair, it sucks that you have to go through this hurt, if I could take it away I would.” He mumbled, eyes locked on yours, making sure you absorbed every word.

You nodded softly, quickly going to place Niko in the pack n play in the living room, you scurried back to Brock, “remind me why we aren’t married yet?” You teased, arms locking around his neck in a proper hug now that neither of you were holding the baby, “mhm, I recall you saying ‘I need to be able to drink at our wedding’ so we waited for Niko to come.” He quipped, laughing against your lips as he kissed you tenderly, “guess I’ve got no excuse now.” You mumbled, resting your forehead against his, “nope.” He grinned, pressing another quick peck to your lips, “better get planning mama.” He added with a teasing squeeze to your sides, he knew this smile would be short lived, because by the end of the day he was certain you’d get that phone call, but for now he’d relish in having you and his son healthy and happy right in front of him.

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Sander Sides High School Host Club

Sanders Sides OHSHC-

This is simply a bullet fic for a Sanders Sides version of Ouran High School Host Club. Everyone is Supernatural except for Virgil, and if y’all like it enough, I will turn it into a full fledged fic. Just let me know!!

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Original Character= Sander Side -supernatural identity- tattoo that shows supernatural identity Haruhi=Virgil -human- ??? Tamaki=Janus -shapeshifter- dice surrounded by various shapes Kyouya=Logan -vampire- fangs with a moon and cross Hikaru=Patton -Cupid- bow&arrow w/ heart Kaoru=Emile -Siren- musical notes with emoji Hunny=Roman -fae- willow tree and red mushrooms Mori=Remy -sandman- hourglass combines with a sandstorm Renge=Remus -fae- willow tree and green mushrooms

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~A bunch of freaking people talking loudly in a freaking library!~

Virgil – [Sigh] ~This place has four library rooms. You'd think one of them would be quiet.~

~How are things in heaven Andy? I can't believe it's been ten years already. I'm beginning to think that rich kids only come to school to have a good time.~

~An abandoned living room. I guess this is the only place I'll be able to study in peace and quiet.~

[Gets buried in an avalanche of petals]

Sides Host Club – "Welcome!"

Virgil– ~When I opened the door, I found the Host Club.~

Janus *background/narration/janus answer to Virgil’s ‘whaaa???’*– "Only those with excellent social standing, filthy rich families, and are supernatural creatures are lucky enough to spend their time here at the elite private school, Sides Academy. The Sides Host Club is where the school's handsomest boys, with too much time on their hands, entertain other handsome boys who also have way too much time on their hands. Just think of it as Sides Academy's elegant playground for the super-rich, supernatural, and beautiful."

Virgil – "This is a cult?"

Patton– "Oh wow, it's a new boy!"

Logan – "Patton, Emile, I believe this young man is in the same class as you, isn't he?"

Emile– "Yeah, but he's so shy and quite! He doesn't act very sociably, so we don't know much about him."

Logan – "Hm. Well, that wasn't very polite." "Welcome to the Sides Host Club, Mr. Honor Student."

Janus – "What? You must be Virgil Storm! You're the exceptional honor student we've heard about."

Virgil – "How did you know my name?"

Roman– "Why, you're infamous. It's not every day that a commoner gains entrance into our academy. You must have a lot of nerve to work hard enough to fight your way into this school as an honor student cutie."

Virgil– "Boi, excuse me?"

Janus – "You're excused. You're a hero to other poor people, Storm. You've shown the world that even a poor person can excel at an elite private academy. It must be hard for you to constantly be looked down upon by others."

Virgil– "Ahhh, you’re that type of asshole. I think you're taking this "poor" thing too far."

Janus – "Spurned. Neglected. But that doesn't matter now. Long live the poor! We welcome you poor man, to our world of beauty."

Virgil– "Bitch, bye. I'm outta here."

Patton– "Hey! Come back here BFF Virgil! You must be like a superhero or something. That's so cool!"

Virgil– "I'm not a hero. I'm an honor student. And who are you calling "BFF Virgil!?"

Janus – "I never would've imagined the famous scholar would be so openly gay."

Virgil – "Openly what? BITCH WE’RE ALL GAY! There are no girls at this school! It’s like, a requirement or something!"

Janus *not listening*– "So tell me what kind of guys you're into. Do you like the strong, silent type? Because we don��t have that. We have Remy instead.

Remy- “You got that right babes. Silence is weakness. That’s why I always be slurping Starbees! *siiiippppp*”

Janus- Then there’s the boy Lolita? That’s Pat and Em! How about the princely type, Roman, or the cool nerd type, Logan?"

Virgil– "None! I was just looking for a quiet place to study."

Janus – "Or maybe... You're into a guy like me. *winky winky nudge nudge* What do you say?"

Virgil– "I will slap you. Back away!"

~Joan enters to see what the club was up too, and hears a ‘crackboom’. He turns to the noise, and sees the club standing over his broken vase.

Joan- “BROOOOOOOO! No effin' way, dude! Who broke this vase? Who broke this vase? Seriously, guys. Everyone who's here at my awesome party... this huge crowd of people that's definitely here right now...”

Virgil- *Mumbling* “Oh my go- wait, are they drunk? Why are they talking like that?”

Joan- “Somebody broke my grandma's vase. And that was the last thing she gave to me... to sell for about 75 thousand dollars! I swear to all things football and/or skateboarding that I will find you. Don't make me cry these incredibly manly tears! Anyone can speak up here and be a part of this scene. Especially those of us who aren't imagined and are actually here on the stage.”

Janus, Logan, Patton, Emile, Roman, and Remy all facepalm.

Joan- “Like, not the people who are imagined to be here through means of suspension of disbelief.”

Logan- I do not understand theatre. Joan, you don’t have to practice your script right now! Besides, you literally watched Virgil break it.”

Joan- “True, but I was very convincing! Now, ima go, but y’all should have the new guy do indentured servitude or something, because that’s the typically way a teenager pays for breaking a vase. Bye!”

All- “Bye Joan!”

Virgil- *gulping and looking around the room*"Uh, I'm gonna have to pay you back."

Remy – "With what money? Babes, you can't even afford a school uniform."

Roman – "What's with that grubby outfit you've got on anyway?"

Virgil- “Hmm, don’t like you either asshat.”

Logan – "Well, what do you think we should do Janus?"

Janus– "There's a famous saying you may have heard Virgil, "When in Rome, you should do as the Romans do." Since you have no money, you can pay with your body!”

Virgil- *raises an eyebrow, flips him off, and moves to leave*

Logan- *grabbing Virgil’s arm and pulling him back* “He doesn’t mean like that! He means-“

Janus- * interrupting* “That means starting today, you're the Host Club's errand boi!"

(Scene change)

Virgil– ~I don't know if I can handle this Andy. I've been captured by a bunch of boys that are calling themselves a host club.~ [Indistinct chattering] Brian– "Um, Janus, what's your favorite song?"

Janus– "What song? The one that reminds me of you, of course."

Steve (the stove) – "I baked you a cake today. Would you like to taste it?"

Janus– "Only if you'll feed it to me darling."

Bill (the drill) – "Oh wow. You're so dreamy."

Chad – "May I have a word with you Janus?"

Janus and Bill – "Huh?"

Chad– "I've recently heard the Host Club is keeping a little kitten without a pedigree."

Janus– "I don't know if I'd call him that. Speak of the devil! Thanks for doing the shopping Count Woe-laf! Did you get everything on our list?"

Virgil– "What? If Roman can’t call me that neither can you. Now here’s your food."

Remy– "Hey, wait a minute, what is this?"

Virgil– "Just what it looks like. It's coffee."

Remy – "I've never seen this kind before. Is this Dunkin Donuts?"

Virgil – *rolling his eyes* "Holy fucking shit. It's just Krueger coffee pods. I even got Starbucks brand!”

Everyone– "It's coffee pods?"

Remy – "Whoa! I've heard of this before. It's commoners' coffee. You just place it into a machine."

Steve – "I didn't know there was such a thing."

Brian – "So it's true then. Poor people don't even have enough money to buy Starbucks from Starbucks!"

Chad – "Mm hmm!"

Virgil- “No, it’s just Starbucks coffee pods. For home. It’s convenient you preppy asshats.”

Logan– *winks* "Commoners are pretty smart and convenient."

Roman – "68 cents per pod?"

Patton – "That's a lot less than we normally pay!"

Virgil – "I'll go back and get regular Starbucks. Excuse me for not knowing y’all orders."

Remy – "No, I'll keep it."

Crowd – [Gasp]

Remy– "I'm going to give it a try."

Crowd – [Gasp]

Remy – "I will drink this coffee!"

Crowd – [Applause]

Remy – "Alright Virgil, get over here and make me some of this commoners' coffee."

Virgil– ~I hate all these damn rich people.~

Chad– "Oh Janus, Logan, now they’re taking the joke too far. His palate won't be able to stomach that crap. Y’all don't have to drink it just because he bought it."

Virgil- "With all do respect, what?"

Chad*verychadlike* – "I'm sorry. I was talking to myself."

Virgil– "Bitc-"

Emile– "Virgil!"

Virgil – "Eh, I'm comin'" "Here."

Remy – "Let the tasting begin."

Brian – "I'm a little scared to drink this stuff."

Jon – "I'm afraid if I drink this my father will yell at me."

Roman– "What if I let you drink it from my mouth?"

Jon – "Well then I would drink it."

Guys – [Squealing]

Virgil – ~This is ridiculous.~

(Scene change)

Emile– [Giggle] "So he had a cookie jar hidden in our room."

Patton– "Emile! Don't tell them that story. I asked you not to tell anyone that. Why are you so mean to me?"

Emile– "I'm sorry Patton."

Guys – [Gasp]

Emile – "I didn't mean to upset you, but you were so adorable when it happened, I had to tell them. I'm sorry."

Patton– "I forgive you."

Guys – [Squeal] "I've never seen roommate love quite like that."

Virgil– "What are they so excited about? I just don't get it."

Roman – [dramatic entrance] "Sorry, we're running late."

Jon – "Hello Roman. Hey Remy."

Apollo – "We've been waiting here for you guys, hi"

Roman– "I'm sorry. I was waiting for Remy to finish his party plans and I simply couldn’t leave a man behind! *wrapping his arms around Remy* especially not the handsomest prince in the world!"

Guys – [Gasp] "So cute!" [Giggling]

Virgil– "Is Roman really a prince?"

Logan – "Roman may seem dramatic, but he is a fae prince."

Virgil – "Really? Damn."

Logan– "And then Remy allure is he’s a sassy, coffee-addicted sandman."

Virgil- "Interesting... tell me more?"

Logan- “Well, Emile is a siren. Patton is a Cupid.”

Virgil-*suprised Pikachu face* “seriously?”

Patton– "Vergie!"

Virgil– [Yelp]

Patton– "Hey Virgie, do you want to go have some cookies with me?"

Virgil– "Thanks, but I don't really like cookies."

Emile– "Then how would you like to hold my Stitch?"

Virgil– "I'm not into stuffed animals."

Emile– "Don’t worry! Stitch isn’t a mere stuffed animal! You look stressed. Stitch is enchanted, he brings luck and happiness to the holder.”

Virgil– [Gasp] "Well, I guess it wouldn’t hurt?"

Emile and Patton– [Gasp] *REALIZATION!* "Take good care of him, okay?" [Laugh]

Logan– "You'll notice that our club utilizes each man's unique characteristics to cater to the desires of our guests. Just so you know, Janus is number one around here. He's the king. Just don’t tell Roman. Janus’s request rate is 70%."

Virgil- "What's this world coming to? So, what is he?"

Logan- “Janus is a shapeshifter.”

Virgil- “Figures”

Logan– "And in order for you to pay off your 75 thousand dollar debt with us, you will act as the Sides Host Club's errand boy until you graduate. You can try to run away if you want to Virgil, but just so you know, I can find you anywhere you go. By the way, do you have a passport?"

Virgil – "Huh? What does that matter? And how could you find me? You never told me what you are."

Logan: “oh, of course. *smiles slowly, showing fangs.* “I’m a vampire.”

Virgil~eyes widened. Crap. Why does the one I like best have to be the most dangerous?~

Janus – "You're going to have to work hard to pay off that debt, my little emo." [Blow]

Virgil– [Hyperventilating] "Please don't do that again. Fight or flight, I will punch you."

Janus– "You need a makeover or no guys going to look twice at you."

Virgil – "You seem to be looking at me just fine. Besides, I’m not trying to get guys to look at me."

Janus– "Are you kidding me? That's the most important thing. You have to learn to be a gentleman and please the masses, like me."

Virgil– "I just don't think it's all that important."

Janus– "Hm?"

Virgil– "Why should I care about appearances and labels anyway? I mean, all that really matters is what's on the inside right? I don't understand why you even have a host club like this."

Janus– "It's a cruel reality, isn't it?

Virgil– [Grunt]

Janus– "It's not often that God creates a perfect person like moi, beautiful both inside and out."

Virgil– "And vein all around?"

Janus– "I understand how you feel since not everyone is blessed as I am, but you must console yourself. Otherwise how would you go on living? And think about this Virgil. Why do you think they put works of art in museums? Because beauty should be shared with the world, and those born beautiful should-“

Virgil-(~There's a word to describe people like him.~)

Janus- “promote other beautiful things. That's why I started this club in the first place. I did it for those who are-“

Virgil-(~Hmm. What is it?~)

Janus- “starved for beauty. For those working day and night, pursuing beauty. And although

Virgil-(~Aw man, I wish I could remember that word. Hmmm~)

Janus-“your looks may be average, and you have a few negative characteristics, I've chosen to share my expertise with you. Here's a tip. When setting down your glass, extend your pinky finger as a cushion, and that way when you set it down you won't be making a lot of noise. Gentlemen do not make loud sounds. Besides,” Virgil-(~"a pain in the neck"?~)

Janus-“a gentleman looks much more refined”

Virgil-(~No, there's something that fits him perfectly, better than that~)

Janus-“that way. I like to check my reflection.., but above all else ? Virgil, you must remember, how effective a glance to the side can be.”

Virgil- “Ha. I got it!”

Janus-“Oh, did I strike a chord?”

Virgil- You’re Obnoxious!"

Janus*sulking*

Virgil – "Uh, I'm sorry Janus. I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings."

Roman and Remy– [Laugh]

Roman– "You're a hero alright."

Remy – "Uh-huh."

Virgil– ~But he is a pain in the neck.~ "I'm sorry Jan, but your lesson did strike a small chord with me."

Janus– "Really? It did? Let me teach you more, my friend."

Virgil– "Well, he got over that quick."

Janus- “Emile!”

Emile – "Boss?"

Janus– "Call me King."

Roman- “Nope, that’s me! Try again.”

Janus- “Fine. Call me Emperor Now where was I?”

Emile– “I think you were wanting to make Virgil a host. You can teach him all the basics of hosting..."

Patton– "But he's not going to get very far with the fellas if he doesn't look the part you know. HE NEEDS A MAKEOVER!!!"

Virgil– "I thought I already vetoed that?"

Roman– "Yes! Maybe if we moved his bangs out of his eyes it could help."

Virgil– "Hey! I happen to like bangs in my eyes! STEP AWAY FROM THE BRUSH! NO!!!"

Remy Attack Virgil with a hairbrush

Remy realization*

Logan– [Gasp] "Remy."

Remy – "Got it!"

Virgil– "Huh? Bitch what the hell is going on??" [Yell]

Roman– "Emile, what’s the number to my hairstylist?“

Patton – "What about me Lolo?"

Logan– "Patton."

Patton– "Yes sir!"

Logan– "You... go make some cookies."

Patton – "Ok! Virgil, what’s your favorite type of cookie?? You know what, I’ll just make them all!"

Remy – "Here! Change into this uniform."

Virgil– "What? Why?"

Remy– "Don't ask questions!"

Virgil– "No way! Screw you! You know what, I'll change, but you have to GET OUT!"

Remy – [Yell] [Stutter] "Huh?"

Logan– [Sigh]

(Scene change)

Virgil– "Um, guys?"

Janus– "Aren't you done changing yet?"

Logan– "Hmmm?"

Virgil– "You sure it's really okay for me to keep this uniform?"

Patton– "Cute! You're super pretty! Adorable!"

Emile– "Verge, you look so cute!"

Roman– "If we had known that's how you really look..."

Remy– "We would've helped you out sooner. You’re actually pretty hot..."

Logan– "Who knows? Maybe he'll draw in some customers. And I agree, he is extremely aesthetically appeasing."

Janus – "You know, that's just what I was thinking. Our errand boy is moving up the ranks. Starting today, you are an official member of the Host Club. I will personally train you to be a first-rate host. If you can get 100 customers to request your service, we will completely forget about your $75,000 debt."

Virgil – "A host? You people are fucking crazy. And I don’t want you to train me. You are an asshole."

Logan- “Janus? Do you mind if I train him? It could be educational.”

Janus- *slightly offended snake sounds* “If you can get the ungrateful, sassy, mean emo to agree, you can train him.”

Logan- “Virgil, can~”

Virgil- “I’ll let the hot nerd train me. I like him.”

Everyone looks between an extremely pleased Logan and a smug Virgil. ‘Interesting’

(Insert fluffy, flirty Analogical scene of Virgil learning how to be a ‘proper host’ and the others spying)

(Scene change)

Alfredo– "So, tell me Virgil. Do you have any hobbies? What do you like to do?"

Herbert– "I'm curious, what kind of products do you use on your skin?"

Boy(I’m running out of Thomas’s male character names)– "Yes, it's so pretty."

Virgil– ~I can't do this anymore. I’m sorry Logan, but I have no idea what I'm supposed to do. And these people are staring to get annoying. And invasive...~

Boys – "So why did you join the Host Club Virgil?" [Giggle]

Virgil– "Uh." ~All I have to do is get 100 customers to request me, and they'll forget about my $75,000 debt. I just have to seem interesting. Oh! I know just the story.~

(Words)

Alfredo – "I see, your brother was sick and passed away two years ago. Who do you bond with now?"

Virgil– "Oh, I‘m just kind of by myself now. My brother was my best friend and confidante, so I found it hard to make friends since he passed. Now all I have is my Uncle, but he is pretty great, and I have managed to make it through okay."

Herbert – "So uh..."

Boy – "Is it okay if tomorrow..."

Alfredo – "We request to sit with you again?"

Virgil– "Yeah, I'd really appreciate that guys. Y’all are great listeners, and I am interested to hear about y’all next time." *smirk*

Boys- [stifled shrieking]

Roman – "Why is he so popular?"

Logan– "He's a natural."

Janus– "Apparently he didn’t even need training."

Chad– "Have you forgotten about me?"

Janus – "Oh, no. Sorry prince. I'm just a little concerned about our newest host."

Chad – "Well that's obvious Jan. You and Logan sure have been keeping an eye on him."

Janus – "Of course. I have to. I need to make sure he a good host, and Logan is training him to be a gentleman."

Boys – [Giggling]

Janus – "Virgil! Come here for a minute."

Virgil– "What's up?"

Janus– "I'd like you to meet someone. This is my regular guest, Prince Chad."

Virgil– [Gasp] ~It's that asshole from earlier~ "Sir, it's a ‘absolute’ pleasure to meet you."

Janus – "That was so cute! That air of bashfulness was very good! Super good! Amazingly good!"

Chad – "Uh, Logan, what is happening?"

Logan– "Virgil is adorable, so Janus is trying to show affection and make Virgil like him better than me."

Virgil– "Roman! Save me!"

Janus – "Nope, mine now!"

Roman– *Whacks Janus with his sword and grabs Virgil bridal style* [Realization Gasp]

Janus– "Damn it Roman, you didn’t have to go that far. Come on little emo, let your best friend give you a big hug."

Virgil– "Ok. Patton! Janus says I need a hug."

Laughing and offended noises, then Patton jumping in Virgil arms for a giant hug. Guests are very amused, and Chad is very pissed

(Scene change)

Virgil-"Hey, what happened to my bag? [looks out window and sees bag in fountain] Uh, are you kidding me? How did that happen? I didn't think there were bullies at this school. I guess those asshats are everywhere. They’re like McDonalds."

Virgil runs towards the fountain

Chad – "Oh! It's you again. I bet you love having Janus and Logan making you over and fawning over you. It's useless though. You're always going to be a second-class citizen.”

Virgil – ~I bet my Tim Burton posters that he is the bastard that threw my bag in the fountain. I can't be bothered with him right now though. I've gotta find my wallet or I won't have any money for food this week.~

Remy– "Hey, tiny emo! You've got some nerve skipping out on the club like that. Why is your bag all wet?"

Virgil– "It's no big deal. I got it. I just can't find my food money."

Remy– "Hm?"

[jumps into the fountain after taking off his sunglasses]

Virgil– "Hey, you don't have to do that. You'll get wet. And why the hell did you only take off your sunglasses? That does nothing!"

Remy – "A little water never hurt anyone. Besides, people are always telling me that I'm dripping with good looks. Oh, hang on a second. This what you're looking for? What's the matter, you're staring off into space. Ooo! Please tell me your falling for me. Because Logan is gonna be pissed! "

Virgil– "No way!"

Remy– "How did your bag end up in the fountain anyway?"

Virgil– "Well uh, I guess I accidentally dropped it out the window at some point."

(Scene change)

Chad – "Oh really? That must've been terrible. I can't imagine what I'd do if my bag fell into the fountain."

Virgil – ~Why did he request me when it's obvious he doesn't like me? He has a plan. Ima end up decking this guy...~

Chad– "And you actually made Remy search that dirty old thing with you. How astonishing! You do realize he's a blueblood and not a commoner, right? The only reason any of them are paying attention to you is because they’re trying to turn you into a gentleman."

Virgil– [Gasp] ~Dis bitch wanna get punched ~

Chad– "Don't start thinking he cares about you just because he's doting on you."

Virgil– "Now I understand. You're jealous of me."

[grabs Virgil’s arm and yanks to where Virgil knocks the table over and lands on top of Chad]

Chad – [Scream] "No, Virgil! Leave me alone! Somebody help, he just attacked me!"

Virgil– "Bitch please."

Chad– "Somebody do something! Teach this commoner a lesson!"

[Emile and Patton dump water on the two]

Virgil– "Honestly, what the fuck is with you guys?"

Chad – "Why did you do that? Do something, Janus. Virgil just assaulted me."

Janus – "I'm disappointed in you. You threw his bag into the fountain, didn't you?"

Chad – "You don't know that. Do you have any proof that I did?"

Remy- “Yeah, babes, we got proof. It’s called we’re not fucking stupid. Or blind.”

Logan– "You know, you're a handsome guy, but you aren't classy enough to be our guest. If there's one thing I know, Virgil is not that kind of a man."

Chad– "But, why? You are all idiots!" [Cry]

Janus– "Hmmm... Now how am I going to punish you? Because it is your fault after all. Your quota is now 1000!"

Virgil– "Huh? 1000? My fault? Why yo-"

Patton– "Come on. I got high expectations for you, kiddo!"

Virgil– "Really?"

Emile– "Yep! This is the only spare uniform we have. Sorry, but it's better than a wet one, right?"

Virgil– "Thanks a lot you guys. I'm gonna go change."

(Scene change)

Janus – "Virgil, here you go. I brought you some towels."

Virgil– [Gasp] “Please get the hell out!”

Janus blanches and leaves

Virgil walks out in the uniform that shows ones supernatural identity tattoo. It shows off storm clouds and lightning, a rare tattoo but one that’s signifies humanity.

Janus– "Virgil."

Virgil– "Yeah?"

Janus– "So, you're a human?"

Virgil– "No shit Sherlock, yeah. Is there anything wrong with that?"

Janus– “No! I think you are awesome even if you’re human. Who else knows?”

Logan, Patton, Emile, Remy, and Roman all raise their hands

Janus-[Scream]

Virgil– "Listen guys, I don't really care whether you recognize me as a human or not. In my opinion, it's more important for a person to be recognized for who they are rather than for what supernatural identity you have."

Everyone nods

Virgil– ([Stammering]) "Uh, you know, I have to say Logan, I thought you were pretty cool earlier."

Logan– [Stammering]

Virgil *blushing*- “Logan, I know that you figured it out as soon as you saw me. Thank you for not saying anything, that was very cool of you.”

Logan *also blushing* -“Ah, umm, ehh, it is no problem. You’re welcome.”

Emile, nudging Patton and both giggling– "Well isn't this an interesting development?"

Roman and Remy – "Oh, yeah."

Janus – "Now, I could be wrong but I think we may be witnessing the beginnings of love here. Can’t believe that nerd stole the hot emo right out from under me with words. Ssssssssuck up!"

Patton- “Janus, kiddo, your name isn’t Jealous.”

Remy- “Yeah! Calm thy snaktitties.”

Roman- “Snake tits. Snake titties. Snitties.”

Roman and Remy- “OH MY GOSH SNITTIES!”

Emile- “Common guys. We are not a love to hate tumblr post.”

Roman and Remy- *chanting* “SNITTIES, SNITTIES, SNITTIES, SNITT-“

Janus- *chasing Roman and Remy around with a broom* “SAY IT ONE MORE DAMN TIME!”

Virgil- “You know, this might be fun, I actually enjoy being a Host...”

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redxblueihateloveyou · 4 years ago

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i'm curious, what are your top 10 favorite rinharu moments in high speed and high speed 2?? i love the books. i don't understand why people say is impossible to ship rinharu if you read them...

Lmao who are those “people”? As in multiple? And are they from Mars? I do not get this. You cannot be serious. You probably meant “impossible not to ship”?

I don’t know about top ten, I love all of their interractions tbh, they just remind me of my fav type of romance in general. I know what are my top 5 I think, but after that I love everything, so it’s hard to rate.

1. My absolutely favorite moment will forever be the one, where Rin describes the way he sees Haru in the water, I’m seriously forever in awe, because, I’ve read a lot of books, and like... even period dramas got nothing on Rin Matsuoka, when he describes the love of his life. I mean, seriously, find yourself a person who sees you the way Rin sees Haru lol

Rin felt like he was touched by the light, that surrounded him with warmth. He turned around to see Haruka, who was glowing. Shining. Haruka was shining with every strong and confident stroke that he made. The outstanding energy, emitted from him, surrounded Haruka with the dazzling light and Rin froze, unable to look away. Rin’s heart was beating so hard in his chest, that he forgot how to breathe. Haruka stole his heart. And the further away he got from him, the more distance grew between them, the more uneasy Rin felt, like he was losing the control over his emotions. He was possesed by Haruka’s shining. His strokes looked as if he was hugging the water, his leg movements were so effortless and so elegant, as if water herself was moving him to the finish line. But in all these deceptively smooth and unhurried motions were so much strength and power and such incredible speed, that all his opponents didn’t stand a chance. His swimming was that transcendent reality. He was like a bird dancing in the sky with its wings spread wide.”

Dude... I’m like... still speechless. I mean, and not just this, but everytime Rin talks about Haru, even when he jokes about his stupid habbits, you still feel that he finds him so beautiful, inside and outside, that it just makes my heart melt.

2. When Aki tells Rin that if you put him and Haru together, you get a perfection.

“That guy has no sense of humor. He should learn by watching me, don't you think?" Rin joked lightly.

Aki laughed a bit at his words. "It's true. Add the two of you together and divide by two, and it would be perfect."

But I mainly love that moment, because like... Aki starts telling him, that Haru is not what he's pretending to be (like for some idiots in the fandom who call him selfish, that was the explanation for them xD) and how everyone always want something from him, and he never asks for anything in return and doesn’t have anyone to lean on (yup that’s what I said all along, too, with Makoto’s dumb behavior in difficult situations, he’s on his own there lmao). And she waits for Rin to deny it or like be surprised, but it turned out that that’s exactly how Rin sees him and that he cracked him from the very beginning. BTW, here’s your addition to the ask about Rin loving Haru for who he is and seeing him for who he is. I’m just in love with that moment, because I’m happy that he just... not only he knows him, but bc he’s not one of those many idiots who just don’t get it.

"Nanase-kun seems like he can do anything all by himself, doesn't he? He's good at studying and sports and even art. He really can do anything, right? That's why everyone relies on him, but it would really be something for Nanase-kun to rely on anyone, wouldn't it?"

Rin certainly thought this was true. He had only just transferred, but the image that Rin had of Haruka was exactly that. But even if Haruka didn't have the will to go out and get involved with other people on his own, it wasn't like he was completely isolated. On the contrary, he was considered the most reliable person in their class, and when people relied on him, he always did his best to meet their expectations. This was the strange balance that people around Haruka had to maintain.

3. The one when Haru calls Rin by his name for the first time. And I honestly for some reason didn’t even realize that this moment was in the anime until my 3rd rewatch (lol), but, man, little Rin’s reaction is the most adorable ever. I cry.

4. When Gou meets Haru for the first time and immediately goes “ah so you’re Haruka Nanase, the one, who my brother talks about 24/7...‘Nanase is so cool, Nananse is so fast!’” and Rin just goes red lmfaaaaaooooo.

5. When Haru says that he feels the fever running through his body each time he just sees Rin, but he doesn’t understand what it means... ahem.... OH WELL

6. When Rin tells them he’s leaving and Haru gets absolutely furious and calls him a selfish jerk, but then he feels his legs giving out and he thinks that he needs to be in the water, but then he realizes, that for the first time in his life it won’t save him and he’s so lost and fucking crushed. "you can’t just mess up my whole life and leave me like that” and “this can’t be true, I can’t be this weak.” aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa fucking hellish angst... that mix of emotions was seriously hideous, at first he was so confused and in denial, he couldn’t even think, he literally went “who is leaving?” and then it just all blew up. Poor baby.

7. Just all the little moments, when Rin notices everything Haru does and falls in love a bit more each time. Like when Haru slowed down, when he saw that Nagisa is having troubles of keeping up with him.

Nagisa was earnestly trying to keep up with Haruka. If he kept up that pace, he wouldn't be able to run next to Haruka for the whole trip. That was how it had been yesterday. Nagisa's breath was coming short, and when Haruka saw him slow down a pace, he lightly turned his eyes downward. I guess that's as far as he goes.

A sigh mixed with Haruka's long breaths. Then, by just a tiny increment, Haruka let his pace slacken.

"Oh?" Rin said quietly. Haruka could almost hear him saying "You're so nice, Nanase," and he tsked inwardly. Nagisa caught up to him, smiling as if it hurt a bit. It looked like he'd lost the energy to keep talking.

Just cute, and they watched each other all the time, it’d be a bitch to count each one, but god, all of them were cute.

8. All the moments of Haru pulling Rin’s pigtails... hilarious, especially the RinRin one, but the funniest and my favorite was when Nagisa turned to Haru to ask him for a permision to call Rin Rin-Rin, like... all the rights to Rin belong to Haru and vice versa lmao I agree. “I’ll allow it” lolz shut it, Haru.

9. This moment: “Something happened inside of him that made Haruka incredibly angry, he was so pissed, that he didn’t even want to swim anymore. To think that someone like Rin could make him feel such powerful swirl of emotions and make him such a mess... he felt disgusted with himself.” Yeah, Haru, love is dat bitch when you’re 13 lol

10. The one where Haru whispers “sorry for making you feel that way” to Rin? The one where Rin’s grandma doesn’t want to go to see the relay, but then she suddenly does, when she finds out that her grandson’s future husband is in it? The “he at that moment realized that the only thing Rin was concerned about was Haruka” one? I don’t fucking know, you pick haha ANY MOMENT, ALL THE MOMENTS XD

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BUT in all seriousness, I do not get how you can love Makoharu after the novels. Like do people just ignore these moments:

“Haru waved Makoto off like an annoying fly”, “feeling annoyed by his obnoxious care, Haruka went right past him”, “feeling like Makoto’s smile could turn into tears any second now, Haru turned away and went to the showers” (fuck this shit I’m out lmao), “complitely ignoring him, Haru kept walking”.

??????? is this... does anyone find this amazing??????!!!!!!!!!!!

Or when Haru was literally fucking losing it, cause Makoto just repeated everything after him and how he just lost all the respect in that moment.

“I feel like I should also get into running.” Makoto said it as it was a joke, but Haru knew for sure that it wasn’t. More than that, he knew, that Makoto was going to ask him that ever since the moment he found out that Haru was running this morning. Haruka fel annoyed, because he couldn’t find the excuse to refuse him.

Or this moment:

“Makoto was late and Haruka didn’t have any reasons to wait for him. Makoto can catch up with him on the way, they’ll meet at the swimming club either way. For both of them it’ll be better, if Haru went by himself, than stood there and waited Makoto, slowly losing his temper.”

“Haruka felt uncomfortable, cause Makoto looked at him, as if was a weak”

Or this:

"Did you know I was going to come out here?" Even though he knew it was impossible, Makoto couldn't stop himself from asking.

"Nope."

"Then, why…" are you standing in a place like this?

"Watching the sunset."

and I can go on and on and on

and the fishies... oh my fucking god, the fishies

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I’m just saying, all these moments are not even funny. My point in all this, that like no matter how much Haru loves Makoto as a friend... or got used to him is what I personally think, I don’t think he’s ever gonna idk how to say this... respect him as a human being? admire him? And this whole situation... I just can’t appreciate such kind of relationships even in a friends way.

1stly because Makoto’s behavior in general makes me have war flashbacks to some of my real life experiences (and yeah, I confess, it affected me and that��s why I don’t like his character a lot; because I don’t think many people know what it’s like to deal with these kind of people in general). 2ndly, cause Makoto fans keep trashing Haru and many call him selfish bc of the way he treats him, but what they don’t understand is that if it wasn’t for Haru being this harsh, Makoto would literally became even doormat-y than he is now (yes, it’s possible lmao).

P.S. my favorite in the novels tbh is all the Haru “I’m surrounded by idiots” moments, like when they started to dig the frozen soil with little scrapes and he was looking at them like they’re morons and then just silently walked away and came back with a giant shovel... “if you keep doing this with your tiny scoopers, we’re gonna be here all night” and they then they just watched him as he did everything himself LMFAO I just love him so freaking much. I also think his relationship with Nagisa are incredible and so underrated, since it’s a huge and incredible part of the books. I just keep saying, Haru’d be an amazing dad, so I can’t wait for him and Rin to adopt xD

P.P.S. And what about the Free! novelization????!!!!!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAA

#answered #anonymous #rinharu #harurin #Free!#free! iwatobi swim club #free #rin matsuoka #nanase haruka #sharkbait #Haru x Rin #rin x haru #did i not get something? wasn't the high speed a horrible thing for mh?#cause it seemed like that to me

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thatsbucknasty · 4 years ago

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she used to be mine (v) waitress au

summary: Inspired by the broadway musical. Y/N Beck is a pie baking force to be reckoned with. She’s pregnant with her lazy ass husband, Quentin Beck’s baby. As everything around her turns upside down, Doctor James Buchanan Barnes charms his way into her life.

pairing: Y/N x Bucky

I will put some warnings in the tags cause I don’t want to spoil everybody but I feel like there are sensitive topics in this one, so go ahead and check the tags!

chapter 5: you will still be mine

You’d think that having an unplanned pregnancy, an unemployed lazy husband and an exhausting job that underpays would be just enough to realize you’re having a bad year. But now, on top of that, said unemployed lazy husband’s truck broke down and I just can’t afford to fix it right now, he’s asking for money cause he already took it to the shop without consulting with me, and it’s not like I can just give him my savings.

He was out all night yesterday, drinking I assume. I have to tell him I’m pregnant. And also, I have to walk to work and to my doctor’s appointment later today, because I can only afford one bus ride per day and usually it would be the one back home from work cause Quentin would drive me in the morning. Life’s just fine and dandy isn’t it?

I’ve seen those videos where women will make a big deal showing their spouse the little pregnancy test and record their reaction. It usually involves tears and hugs and all things pretty, and I can’t help but feel like I’m never gonna have that kind of life. The one with balloons and cake and glitter for the gender reveal party and the baby shower. And I’ve never even wanted those things, but I’m pretty sure Quentin’s reaction will be the farthest from tears and hugs and all things pretty.

“Morning, Y/N, you’re late again. It’s the third time this month”. Sam looks angry at me from the counter, at least he’s back to his grumpy self but I feel bad nonetheless.

“I am so sorry Sam, I swear I’m not doing it on purpose, it’s just that I had to walk and you know 4th street’s closed and-

“Hey, calm down girl. I understand. I know y’all think I’m rude and moody all the time but I just like teasing ya... if you ever need help I can give you a ride in the morning”. Great, now even Sam is pitying me.

“And I know what you’re thinking. ‘He’s pitying me’”, he rolls his eyes at me, “but I care about you girls despite all of our bickering. I’m just offering my help cause we’re pals, aren’t we?” He offers me a cup of coffee and I decline but sit down on the stool.

“Why aren’t you drinking coffee Y/F/N?” Oh shit.

“I uh, I-” Shit, shit, shit.

“Y/N?, tell me what’s going on?”

“Fuck, Sam, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. We are pals, we are! But I didn’t want Nick to know cause I thought he might fire me. I’m pregnant”. I finally sigh and hide my face in my hands, trying hard not to cry in front of him. “God, this is embarrassing”.

“Hey! There’s nothing to be ashamed of here. I understand, actually a lot of things make sense now. The girls know, don’t they?” I hum my answer, my face still in my palms.

“Have you told Quentin yet?” I shake my head and look down at the orange juice he puts in front of me instead of the usual coffee, huh, he can be nice when he really wants to.

“You’re in a real conundrum, aren’t you?”

“Yes I am. He hasn’t been working for the past three months. He didn’t come home last night and we fight almost every day. I don’t know when I’ll start showing but my uniform barely fits and my feet are swollen from walking here. It’s just a matter of time until he notices. I can barely afford my doctor’s appointments. Oh! And I might have a tiny crush on him”.

“Your doctor? Wasn’t he married?”

“How did you- nevermind. Well, he’s getting a divorce, but I am married so nothing’s gonna happen either way”.

“Jesus, I wish I could do something to help you. My offer on the ride still stands, okay?”

“Thank you, Sammy. You’re very kind but knowing my husband, he would never allow it. He’d rather I walk with my swollen feet everyday and I don’t wanna fight with him. I’m just so tired”.

“Y/N, I know this ain’t my place but, why are you still with him?”

“I honestly don’t know anymore. I keep making up reasons when Nat tells me to ‘leave his ass’ but I can’t think of any more good ones”.

The diner was very quiet today, most Tuesdays it is because Al’s Pancake World has a discount. Sam swore he’d keep the secret about my little crush. I just don’t want Nat to have more material for insisting I should leave Quentin right now. And now I’m walking over to the doctor’s office.

The air tonight is so crisp and I appreciate how summer is about to end. Fall has always been my favorite time of the year. I can’t wait for the diner to smell like pumpkin pie every day. Speaking of pie, I brought Bucky some leftovers.

“Good evening, Y/N. Oh gosh, you brought pie?”

“I said I would, didn’t I?”

“I’m starting to think I should give you something back, you really didn’t have to”.

“Oh don’t worry about it, it’s just some leftover ‘Kick in the pants pie’, I know, the name’s a little too aggressive but I had a bad week, don’t judge”.

“No one’s judging here. But care to explain the name?”

“I just- I had a fight with my husband earlier, and whenever I wish I could do something that’s not very nice, I just make it into a pie, you know… to express my feelings in a non-violent way”.

“So you wish you could kick your husband’s crotch but you made a pie instead, got it”. It’s insane and we both laugh about it for a minute and he leans back into the exam table. This is nice, having a friend who I can openly talk about my issues with. Wait, are we friends?

“Do you and your husband fight a lot?”

“Um… why are you asking me this?”

“Oh, nothing, it’s just- stress is bad for the baby and, I don’t know. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-”

“It’s okay”, I lean into the exam table next to him, close to him, “we do, we fight a lot. He drives me nuts, and I’m a pain in his ass. That’s just us I guess”.

“I get it. I was a pain in Dot’s ass too”, he scoffs out a cynical laugh and looks at me, “guess she couldn’t deal with that anymore”.

“Can I ask what happened?”

“You can, but I wouldn’t know how to answer. She just got up and left one day. Said she got an internship in New York and we weren’t working anymore, so- she didn’t even give me a real reason, nor a chance to work things out”.

“I’m sorry, Bucky”.

“It’s fine. We always wanted different things. I was raised in a small town and when I went to Chicago for college I was miserable. But I met Dot and I thought life in a big city wouldn’t be so hard if I had her by my side. But then she wanted to do even bigger”.

“Like New York?”

“Yeah. I’m not cut out for that. I love this little town of yours, always did”.

“Oh, so you’ve been here before?”

“Yeah, my grandparents lived here and I would come visit for the holidays. You actually remind me of my grandma”.

“Gee, thanks?” He throws his head back laughing.

“No, I mean because she used to bake like, ten different pies for Thanksgiving. She loved baking. And she was also a little-” He eyes me sheepishly and makes a face.

“A little what, huh?” I smack his arm and try not to laugh at his stupid, cute antics.

“Well, a little strong willed?”

“That’s a euphemism for stubborn”.

“Yeah, it is”. He has the audacity to smirk at me and I can’t help but smile because he says it in a way that feels like a compliment.

Bucky finishes the examination and tells me he’d like to see me again in three weeks. He opens the door for me and we do a little dance of who gets out first. We laugh at each other’s clumsiness and I feel like a teenager. He smells nice, like always. I say goodbye and I find myself hoping the next three weeks go by quickly. I glance at my watch and notice the time. Fuck, has it really been two hours? My appointments usually last thirty minutes tops.

“Hi, Y/N”. Fuck, he’s here already?

“Jesus, Quentin, you startled me. What are you doing here? I thought you were supposed to see the game at Phil’s tonight”.

“Yeah? And I thought you were supposed to come home early, you said no extra shifts on Mondays”.

“I- I was-”

“Now don’t lie to me, cause I found your money! That’s right, I did! Why were you keeping money in the closet, huh? I took the money, paid Carl to fix the damn truck and drove over to Nick’s and you weren’t there. That angry redhead chick said you left early, so where, the fuck, were you?” He grabs an empty bottle of beer and throws it against the wall.

“Quentin. Stop it, you’re scaring me! Calm down!”.

“I won’t calm down until you tell me where you were!” He grabs another bottle and raises it above his head, aiming straight at me, I’m frightened and I don’t know what else to do but-

“I’m pregnant!”

Silence. Complete and utter silence. He lowers his arm along with the crystal bottle he’s holding. Tears cascade down my face silently and I can’t help them. I hate crying in front of Quentin but he truly scared me. He’s never been violent towards me. Sure he yells a lot but he never gets like this, and I’m sure he would’ve thrown that bottle at me if I hadn’t told the truth.

“Please say something”.

“You can’t be pregnant, Y/N, and if you are it isn’t mine”. He whispers and I don’t know if I heard him right. I’m at a loss for words for a few seconds.

“Why would you say such a thing? It is yours!”

“No it isn’t! I don’t want it!” He’s yelling again and his words break my heart. If I had the smallest belief that he actually cared for me, it’s gone.

“Quentin? Do you remember that night I went to the Stark’s party with you and we both got drunk? You were wearing your fancy blue shirt with the grey tie, and I had that red dress that you like. This baby is yours. And if you-”

“No, it isn’t! I said it isn’t, Y/N. I- I can’t do this with you, I can’t and I won’t!

“What are you talking about?!”

“You remember Alice? You met her at that party”.

“Right, mini skirt girl, I remember. What about her?”

“She and I-” He looks down at his feet and then back into my eyes and I see it.

“No”. My blood begins to boil. This bastard!

I feel a huge knot in my throat and I can’t breathe. All this time I’ve been grasping for something, anything. Clinging for this marriage to work. Feeling guilty about baking a stupid pie for my doctor, when he’s been sleeping with some girl who’s probably ten years younger than him?!

“No!” I grab the nearest object and throw it at him. And of course it’s a fucking pillow- “Get out! Out, I said! And don’t ever come back!” He’s backing down, opening the door and I yell at the top of my lungs, I don’t care if the neighbors hear me-

“That money you stole from me was for the doctor’s appointments and the hospital bills, I saved up all of that for this baby, your baby, alone! And you’re gonna pay me back! I kept a roof over your fucking head, paid for your fucking beers and you cheated on me? If you ever come near me or this baby I will kill you, you hear me?”

I grab his keys and put them on my apron’s pocket.

“And I’m keeping the stupid truck!”

He leaves, on foot, and just like that I’m a single mother.

“AH!”

What is this? The most terrifying pain strucks my pelvis and I feel a discharge in my underwear. No, no. Baby don’t do this. We are gonna be fine, you and I. I promise. Please. Don’t.

chapter 6: a soft place to land

a/n: pls reblog if you liked it c: and don’t kill me, I promise fluff is coming!

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sabineskeep · 5 years ago

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Poolside

Visiting your grandma was always a very taxing process. You didn't mind the pool, the free cookies, or all the card games, but having to spend the whole weekend not more than five feet away from your whole family was very unappealing. At least if you were at home you could escape back to your room, turn up your music and ignore them, but between your overbearing mother, loose-lipped little sister, and your grandma who seemed to always have something to pick on you about, it was going to be a rough weekend.

"Lets go sweet heart! We can't have everyone waiting around on you like usual!" Your nana said with a sickly sweet grin. You sheepishly smiled back and grabbed your towel before heading out the door. Your grandma expected you to be the perfect granddaughter. Captain of the volleyball team, President of the student council, all of it. While you were on a lot of teams at school and had very good grades, but you never could seem to completely satisfy her.

Your little sister, Cassie was only eight and entirely all too excited to go swim with a bunch of elderly people. She was giggling up a storm and you had to admit she was adorable. Admittedly, you liked Cassie the best out of everyone she really was sweet and fun. She just really did not know how to keep a secret, or how to not read your diary aloud to your mom. She grabbed your hand and pulled you faster towards the pool.

"Don't forget to put on your sunscreen girls! And wear the pool shoes I brought you!" Your mom called after you. She was definitely cracking under the pressure of your grandma. She had even bought you and your sister matching bathing suits for the weekend. Cassie had a black one piece with teal stripes and you had black high waisted bottoms with a teal sports bra-like top.

Many residents were milling around the pool area with some young family members here and there. The pool was gorgeous with all the white lounge chairs and palm trees it was the perfect sunny day. You were reclining on a lounge chair when you saw a mop of black hair pass you. You would recognize that lanky goth frame anywhere.

Rodrick Heffley, you two went to high school together. You two had never talked, but you had witnessed your fair share of him hitting on girls and getting turned down, playing air drums on his desk in class, goofing off with his friends and then trying to act cool the next second. Maybe you had paid a little more attention to him than you thought. You realized you had been gawking at him for far too long as he took a seat across the pool from you. You tore your eyes away and you could feel your cheeks get hot. You didn't know that Rodrick was also peeling his eyes away from you.

You slammed the door of your grandmas apartment behind you and wiped your arm across your eyes. A couple tears still fell as you walked down the hallway. You had left in the middle of dinner because your grandmas comments got too much too handle. Everything you did seemed to be wrong. There was always some snide comment about your eating, your skin, your hair. You couldn't stay another minute in that room.

You traced your previous path down the 90s patterned carpet. The hallway had a couple nightlights but was still mostly dark which made an eerie feeling crawl up your back. You rubbed your arms in the chilly air you wished you had brought a coat before you ran out of the house. All you had on were some pajama shirts and a loose crop top. Hopefully, the pool would have been left open so you could sit somewhere warm and calm down. Your tears dried away as you got farther and farther away from your problems and made it outside.

The pool door opened easily as you stepped out into the warm night. A full moon lit up the area but the blue pool lights cast moving patterns everywhere. You stood on the edge of the pool watching the tiny ripples when someone stepped up behind you.

"Hey don't I know you from school?" You let out a small shriek and very nearly tumbled into the pool but the stranger grabbed onto your waist and pulled you back. Then you were face to face with none other, but Rodrick. His mouth was slightly open trying to get words out.

"Thank you, but no thank you because you scared the shit out of me." You laughed out. You were desperately trying to not think about your loose shirt riding up and how his warm hands were still on the crook of your waist.

He took a step back, his hands lingering for another second before replying, "Sorry I didn't mean to freak you out. You're in my physics class right?" He pointed at you with an unsure look on his face. You took in his red flannel over a handmade loded diaper t-shirt and his black skinny jeans. It was a little late to be so fully dressed but you guessed thats the punk life, and you were, definitely, not disappointed.

"Yeah, yeah I'm Y/N." You wrapped your arms around your waist. "Although I'm surprised you remember me considering you're almost never there." He winced at this fact. You had never felt this nervous before. Butterflies invaded your stomach and it felt a lot hotter outside. He's just a dumb boy in a band, you reminded yourself. A cute boy. A boy who was pretty much your exact type and right now all you wanted to do was peel off that flannel and reenact Romeo and Juliet right here by the pool.

"Oof thats true, but I try never to forget a pretty face." This came off more awkward than smooth, but lucky for Rodrick it definitely had an affect on you. You tried to keep it off your face but, turned back to the pool just in case.

"So-uh what are you doing out here?" He sidled up next to you, shoving his and hands in his pockets. You glanced up at him. "I had to get some space from my insane grandma." You ran your hands through your hair exasperated. "There just only so much I can deal with from her." Rodricks eyes were trained on your profile as you stared out into the pool. "That sounds harsh, I'm sorry." He tossed his hands out. "Well I've only known you for like five minutes and I think you're pretty great!" You smiled slightly and bumped him with your shoulder,

"Thanks dork, What about you? Whats got you coming to the pool in the middle of the night?" "My annoying little brother will not leave me alone!" He groaned taking a few steps back. "So I came out here to try and get some shut eye." He plopped down onto one of the pool loungers. You followed him slowly before sitting down on the edge of his chair.

"Ah, am I keeping you awake then?" You smirked. "No- no- I mean yes! but not in a bad way you know." He grabbed your wrist. You both looked down at his hand and then made eye contact. You could see just how dark his eyes were as they looked in to yours and it felt like you were getting slightly closer.

"I definitely knew you were in my physics class." He blurted out. "I've wanted to talk to you for a really long time." A little bit of confidence rose in you. Rodrick, punk extraordinaire had been watching you.

"You should've. I don't bite." You said barely above a whisper. His brown eyes bore into yours and again his mouth hung open in a surprise. "W-Would you want to come see my band play sometime?" He stuttered out. You smiled and put your hand on the side of his neck, pulling him closer to you.

"Yeah Rodrick I'd love to." Your softy pressed your lips together and threaded your hand into his dark curls. One of his hands dripped your waist and the other held onto your thigh. You pulled apart and you could see his pupil dilated. Both of you were breathing heavily. You were in disbelief. You never thought Rodrick would be interested in you, but here he was and you were not going to let this opportunity go to waste.

You gently pushed him back so he was reclining and climbed onto his lap. "I've been watching you to." You confessed. "For a very long time." "Looks like we have a lot of time to make up for." He said resting his hands on your outer thighs. You nodded as you ran your hands under his flannel and leaned down to press your lips together again. The kiss became more heated as he ran his hands under the edge of your shirt sending small tickles up your spine. His lithe body pressed up against you and you couldn't get enough. He pressed kisses down your neck and lightly bit down. You would definitely have a hickey later. You let out a small moan and felt him smile against your skin.

You rested back. "I'm gonna have to go back at some point. I don't want them to come looking for me." He groaned, wrapping his arms around my waist. "I guess so, but only if you promise to come to my band practice on Friday."

"Yes, I promise I will be there." You pressed one more small peck to his lips before climbing off. You straightened your clothes and began to walk back inside. You turned and gave Rodrick one more small wave, which he returned, before entering the building. You definitely weren't worried about your grandma now, although you would have to find a way to hide this hickey until you left.

#rodrick heffley #rodrick heffley imagine #rodrick heffley x reader #diary of a wimpy kid #diary of a wimpy kid dog days

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oboevallis · 4 years ago

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Are you gonna do another part of the Christmas storie?

a christmas to remember pt 4

so sorry for such the long wait!!!! i kind of did a uncharacteristic christmas for the shepherds since i didn’t know how to write a fancy styled one so these are some of the traditions my family and i do, sorry if this is bad

“Didn’t expect you’d still be up.” Carolyn said walking into the kitchen.

“Sorry, I was just getting some water.” Link said holding up the glass.

“No need to apologize, please sit.” Carolyn gestured to the kitchens table, and sat down. “How’s your trip so far?”

“Really good, thanks for having me.”

“Of course. Your my favorite of all of Amelia’s previous suitors.”

“Oh, thanks.” Link was taken aback by this.

“I’ve never seen Amelia this way over someone. My daughter loves very deeply and that can leave her vulnerable. Thank you for loving her, she may not be the easiest but she’s deeply kind.”

“If I’m being honest, I’ve never felt this way about someone before. It baffles me how much I love her.”

“I don’t mean to be blunt, but are you planning on proposing?”

“Actually I have, I’ve been carrying around a ring since Scouts been born. I just can’t figure out the right time, and what she’d want.”

“I think I have an idea if your interested.” The older woman smirked.

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“Merry Christmas Eve.” Amelia whispered to her son as she picked him up from his crib.

“I thought you’d still be asleep.” Link said as he walked into the room.

“I could say the same for you, why are you up so early?” Amelia asked skeptically, for her boyfriend to only shrug.

“Just felt like it.”

“Your nervous aren’t you? I mean this is gonna be a lot of people.”

“I can handle a crowd no need to worry about me.” Link smiled while he took his son into his arms. A knock on the door causing the two to turn around.

“Hey, i just wanted to meet my newest nephew.” Lizzie cooed peaking her head through the door.

“Oh yeah, come on.” The youngest shepherd gestured for her sister to come further into the room.

“May I?” Lizzie asked gesturing towards the baby, link happily passed her the baby. “Oh my goodness you are so adorable. Ugh I miss when my babies were this little. You guys made a cute one.”

“Are you guys the first ones here?” Amelia asked.

“Yeah, I like to get to things earlier than Kate and Nancy. Give myself more points with mom.” Lizzie chuckled.

“If I’m gonna be honest, with Derek out of the picture, I think I’m the favorite.” Amelia chuckled.

“Oh shut up, your terrible.” Lizzie laughed along with her sister.

“Nancy’s my favorite today, if I’m going to be honest.” Carolyn joked as she stood in the door way. “Link, can I have a hand?”

“Yes ma’am.” The man said as he made his way to the door.

“What did I say about you calling me ma’am.” The sisters could hear him apologize in the distance.

“Oh my god he’s hot.” Lizzie whispered when it was just the two of them in the room. “Kate and Nancy both said he was but like wow.”

“Right?” Amelia chuckled as she took her baby back from her sister.

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“Aunt Amy your up next!” A voice yelled from down in the basement.

“I’ll be right there!” Amelia yelled in response.

“Oh can I take him?” Nancy asked gesturing towards the baby.

“Sure.” Amelia agreed passing her baby over to his aunt. Then made her way down to the basement, where most of her nieces and nephews resided.

“You ready Aunt Amy? Whens the last time you played ping pong?” Jake, Nancy’s oldest asked.

“Don’t worry about it. We both know I’ll inevitably beat you.” Amelia smirked picking up the paddle on the table. She picked up the ball in the table and served. The two went back and forth until she missed the ball.

“I guess you still don’t got it.” Jake tauntingly said.

“Oh shut up I still have it. Just serve.” Amelia tossed the ball back to her nephew.

“Aunt Amy just admit you lost.” Her niece sighed from the couch, after the game had gone on for an extra ten minutes than it should have.

“I want a rematch later.” Amelia sighed throwing the paddle back down on the table.

“You know those aren’t the rules.” One of her nephews reminded as he crossed off her name and advanced Jake into the next bracket.

“You all suck.” Amelia sighed as she made her way back up the stairs.

“See your still a sore loser.” One of her nieces laughed.

“In taking my baby back.” Amelia told Nancy as she took her son back.

“You lost?” Nancy chuckled at her sister.

“Maybe.” The younger woman sighed as she sunk onto the couch with her baby on her chest. “Where’s Link?”

“Oh I’m not sure, I haven’t seen him since.”

“You guys probably scared him off.”

“I’m sure you did that all on your own.” Kathleen said walking into the living room passing a glass of wine to Nancy.

“I’m honestly surprised he stayed with you after the stunt you pulled.” Nancy added.

“Ha ha.” Amelia sarcastically laughed.

“Well he knocked her up,he didn’t have much of a choice.” Kathleen whispered to Nancy but loud enough for her other sister to hear.

“Oh like you and Steven didn’t get married when you did just so mom didn’t know you were knocked up before marriage.” Amelia directed towards Kathleen.

“We were already planning to get married, I just happened to get pregnant when I did.” Kathleen defended.

“Ah, we’re already throwing passive aggressive comments to one another.” Lizzie said as she walked into the living room where all of her sisters were.

“There are my girls.” Carolyn smiled as she walked through the front door seeing her daughters in the living room. She made her way into the living room and sat herself down next to her youngest. “I’m glad we’re all together. It’s been way too long.”

“Well not all of us.” Nancy sighed running her finger along the rim of her glass.

“At least I have all my girls.” Carolyn corrected with a sad smile, she desperately missed her late husband and son. “How’s the ping pong tournament going?”

“Lizzie and I have already been eliminated.” Amelia said leaning her head against her mother’s shoulder.

“Nothing out of the usual.” Carolyn remarked.

“Hey, I remember being really good at ping pong.” Amelia defended.

“It’s probably just been a while since you’ve played sweetheart.” The girls mother comforted.

“Derek used to play ping pong all the time to improve his surgical dexterity.” Kathleen reminisced, she distinctly remembered when they were kids and they would spend hours in the basement playing together.

“Especially after the plane crash to rehabilitate his hand.” Lizzie added, she knew first hand how much he played after the nerve transplantation. The five ladies sat in silence thinking about Derek. A set of screams coming from the basement jarring them out of their thoughts. “Sounds like my kids.”

“It’s always your kids.” Kathleen sniggered, as she sipped her wine.

“Well at least my kids love me.” Lizzie added as she exited the room to check on the ruckus happening downstairs.

“I miss when my kids were this little.” Nancy said rubbing her hand across the baby’s back as he laid on Amelia’s chest.

“I don’t want him to grow up.” Amelia agreed looking at her sons eyes that were slowly closing with exhaustion.

“Poor baby’s still got jet lag.” Nancy chuckled at the sleepy baby.

“When we get back home the daycare workers are gonna hate us for how messed up his sleep schedule has gotten.”

“He’s so cute I can’t imagine them being mad for that long. May I?” Nancy extended out her arms to take the baby.

“Yeah, sure.” Amelia passed the sleepy baby to her sister, allowing her to stand up. “I’m going to go find Link.”

“I’m sure he’s busy why don’t you just relax.” Carolyn patted down the seat that her daughter just vacated. Amelia looked at her mother skeptically but obliged.

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“Pizzas here!” Steven, Kathleen’s husband, announced as he came down the basement stairs where everyone was debating on the Christmas movie they would watch. For how fancy all of her sisters were, it always surprised Amelia how on Christmas everyone just let themselves be.

“I don’t know why we debate this every year, we just end up watching ‘miracle on 34th street’ since it’s grandma’s favorite.” One of Lizzies older girls pointed out.

“Actually it’s one of my least favorite holiday movies.” Carolyn chuckled as she looked at her daughters and smiled. “It was your grandfather’s favorite, that’s why your mothers are so insistent on it.”

“There wasn’t ever a Christmas, daddy didn’t make us all watch it.” Kathleen added as she pulled the movie up onto the screen. Twenty minutes into the movie everyone was eating, when Link finally came into the basement.

“Where have you been?” Amelia whispered as Link sat down beside her, eating the pizza crust left on her plate.

“Around.” Link whispered back, reaching out for their son who was on his mother’s chest and allowed his girlfriend to lean into him. After the movie was over they brought their son upstairs to let him sleep in his crib.

“He’s so beautiful.” Amelia cooed as she carefully put the baby in his crib, she then turned around and wrapped her arms around her boyfriend. “Where were you all day?”

“Get some snow clothes on.” Link smirked walking out of the room. Leaving behind a confused Amelia.

“Link it’s almost midnight.” Amelia whispered as she put her boots on trying not to wake anyone up since the majority of the kids fell asleep during the movie.

“And?”

“Where are we going?” Amelia asked as her boyfriend closed the door behind her. Link responded by taking her hand and leading the way, after about ten minutes she recognized where she was. “How do you know about this?”

“Don’t worry about it.” Link smiled as the two walked into the woods. They got to two trees where an old hammock was, and where Link hung up Christmas lights around the trees.

“How’d you know about this place?” Amelia asked astonished, on the verge of tears.

“Your mom told me that you and Derek would come out here and talk, she said it was the one place you guys could feel your Dad after he died.” Link solemnly smiled taking her hand and leading her to the hammock.

“How is it I have the best boyfriend?” Amelia asked after a couple of minutes of silence as the pair laid in together.

“About that... I’ve been thinking maybe it’s not working out.”

“What?” Amelia shot up to look at her boyfriend. “Your really breaking up with me on Christmas?!”

“What? God no, of course not!” Link dug around in his pockets desperately searching by for something. “Damn it, where is it?”

“Where’s what?” The ortho surgeon then sighed in relief and passed the small box to his girlfriend. “Link-“

“Amelia Frances Shepherd, you’ve shown me nothing but love and you’ve given me the best kid ever. Before I was content with my life but you’ve shown me this life I’d never would have imagined for myself and I love it so deeply and I owe that to you. So what the hell, why don’t we get married.” Link smiled looking into his girlfriends eyes. “If you want to of course.”

“Of course I want to.” Amelia wrapped him in a hug, and l let him put the ring on her.

“It was my grandmothers ring. When my parents came to visit after Scout was born my dad gave it to me. I’ve been carrying it around ever since and I just didn’t know when to propose and then your mom suggested this, I hope it’s okay.” Link rambled.

“It’s more than okay, it’s absolutely perfect. Thank you for the best Christmas gift.”

“Merry Christmas Amelia.”

#amelia shepherd #amelink #atticus lincoln #baby amelink #greys anatomy #mama shepherd #greysanatomy #greys fanfic #kathleen shepherd #Nancy shepherd #lizzie shepherd #scout lincoln #carolyn shepherd

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atths--twice · 4 years ago

Link

Reason, Faith, and Harmony

Chapter Three

Christmas Tree Farm

Mulder and Scully go to a Christmas tree farm, where Mulder can participate in a manly activity, and cut down his own tree.

4c/15

Mulder parked the car, looked over at Scully with a grin, and she had to resist the urge to roll her eyes at his excitement. It was amazing how happy he was at the prospect of coming to a tree farm and cutting down his own Christmas tree.

“This is gonna be great, Scully. Picking out our own tree, cutting it down with my own hands, the smell of pine in the air,” he said, taking a big sniff. He nodded his head and rolled his neck. This time, she could not stop her eyes from rolling.

She opened the glove box and began searching around. She took out maps, tissues, and cd’s. She looked at him and raised her eyebrows.

“Where is the first aid kit, Mulder? I know I put one in here. I want to have the gauze and bandages on me for when we will inevitably need them,” she said, in a joking tone.

He laughed and leaned over to kiss her, before pulling back and smiling at her. She grabbed his coat and pulled him back for a more thorough kiss, causing him to catch his breath when he leaned back again. He stared at her and shook his head, looking at her lips as she laughed.

She put everything back in the glove box and shut it, looking at him and smiling. He shook his head, opened the door, and stepped out.

“Should we take the stroller?” he asked, popping his head back in the car.

“No, it would be too hard to push around here. I’ll put her in the wrap,” she said, opening her door and stepping out.

She buttoned up her coat, put on her beanie, and opened the back door. Faith was sleeping, her cheeks rosy. Scully smiled and grabbed the wrap she needed. She wrapped it criss-crossed over her body, getting it ready for the baby. She then unbuckled Faith, waking her slightly as she took her out of the seat.

“Hey, little love,” she whispered, holding her and kissing her before sliding her into the wrap. Faith laid her cheek against Scully’s chest as Scully pulled the wrap to cover her head, turning her head to one side, situating Faith against her chest, bouncing and shushing her as she moved around a little before settling against Scully, and going back to sleep. She stepped back and closed the door, ready to go get their tree.

Mulder stood waiting for her with the backpack on, and shook his head. “Every time I watch you do that, it never ceases to amaze me. How you figure it out so easily. Last time I tried, I was sweating and angry before I finally gave up,” he said, as they started walking to the entrance of the tree farm.

“Oh, I remember,” she said with a smile. “I was treated to a litany of swearing and complaining.” She hooked her arm through his and they both laughed.

It was cold out, but nice to be doing something away from home. They had been inside a lot since the baby was born. She took a deep breath and let the scent of pine trees invade her senses. It was quiet out among the trees and she liked it.

“You folks looking for a tree?” Came a booming voice to the left of them. They both turned and saw an older man dressed for the cold weather, smiling at them. “Name’s Howard, this is my place.”

He stepped forward and shook their hands. He looked at Faith and smiled, then gestured for them to follow him. He and Mulder fell into easy conversation as they walked. Scully smiled as she listened to the “manly men” discussing what kind of tree they wanted. She really did not care, she was just happy to be out of the house.

She put her arms around Faith, speaking to her in a quiet voice as they walked. She told her of the trees, the scent of them and the memories associated with it, of Christmas mornings in the past and her grandparents who would have spoiled her and loved her very much. She stopped speaking and blinked away her sudden tears. She missed her parents, especially her mother. She felt in the pocket of her coat for the quarter on the chain she carried with her everywhere. One day, she would figure out the significance it held to her mother and until she did, she carried it with her. A reminder to not give up and keep pushing forward.

Mulder and Howard had stopped beside a tree, discussing the height of their room at home and how easy it would be to get the tree inside and set up on his own. Scully walked up, dropping the quarter back into her pocket and holding onto Faith again.

“What do you think, Scully?” Mulder asked, his eyes shining as he pointed at the tree to her right. She looked at it and shook her head.

“Mulder, that tree is taller than you, we don’t need a tree that tall. I won’t be able to help you, as Howard was kindly trying to imply, and I’m sure it will be hard to set up on your own,” she said, nodding at Howard and he smiled. “I think we should get a tree about five feet? That would be better. We could put it on something if we needed, but I think a smaller tree is better.”

Howard smiled wider and clapped Mulder on the back. “See that? That’s a smart woman right there! Logical and no nonsense. Reminds me of my wife who works in the little house where you will be paying for the tree. We have free hot cocoa and cider in there. Also some homemade treats, and crafts for sale. It’s warm and cozy in there, so you can see she’s got the brains in this relationship,” he said with a full belly laugh. Scully liked him immensely and joined in with his laughter.

“A warm little house you say?” she asked him and he nodded, smiling at her. “I may need to check it out, just to be sure it’s as great as you say,” She smiled and rubbed her hands across Faith’s back.

“You shouldn’t be out in the cold, with that wee one,” he said nodding toward Faith. “We can find the tree you want, I know just what you need.”

He turned toward Mulder and inclined his head to the left, suggesting they head that way. “The lady has spoken, let’s go do her bidding,” he said with a wink at Scully.

She grinned and Mulder looked between the two, like a person watching a tennis match. He shook his head and took off the backpack, handing it to her. He stared at her and she smiled again.

“Go on. Go get your hands dirty and cut down the tree. Howard, keep an eye on him, I want him to come back with all his fingers,” she said, putting the backpack on one shoulder.

Howard laughed again and they walked off to find their perfect tree. Mulder turned around and quickly jogged back, kissing her and then Faith. She laughed as he walked back to join Howard, waiting until they had left her sight before turning to the right and looking around. She saw smoke coming from a short distance and figured that must be the little house. Good, she thought, she would need to feed Faith soon. Hopefully there would be a spot she could do it in there and not have to sit in the car.

She walked through the massive amount of trees to the little house and smiled when she saw it. It was made to resemble a gingerbread house and it was adorable. She stepped up to the door and pulled it open. Warm, delicious smelling air hit her as soon as she walked inside. She stood inside the room and closed her eyes briefly, breathing deeply.

She looked around as she walked in further. There were ornaments, clocks, hand painted signs with cute sayings, woodland animals, Christmas trees, nutcrackers, angels, snowmen, santas, and nativity scenes. All the items were homemade and hand painted. Garland, holly, and wreaths were everywhere in the room. A red sleigh type couch sat on one wall, beautifully wrapped gifts under a tree, and a fake window on the wall created a perfect picture spot. There was also an old fashioned pot bellied stove, letting off wonderful heat. Scully smiled and set the backpack next to the couch as she continued to look closer at the items in the room.

A door opened to her right and a woman who could be a dead ringer for Mrs. Claus walked into the room. She did not have the old fashioned cap, nor the gold rimmed glasses, but everything about her was spot on. She was short, big bosomed and plump, with white hair set in an old fashioned style. She wore a white apron over a red turtleneck and a pair of black pants.

She stared at Scully and set down the things she held in her hands. “My goodness, you gave me a fright! No one was in here when I left and I didn’t hear you come in. Hello there,” she said with a big smile.

Scully laughed and stepped closer to her. “We’re picking out a tree and your husband mentioned that there was a warm little house with homemade items inside, and I couldn’t see a reason to not investigate it. He also mentioned there was cocoa and cider, and I can’t lie that it was one of the main reasons I came in here,” she said, smiling at the woman.

She laughed and extended her hand. “My name is Betty, and my husband was correct. I’m sure he mentioned the treats to tempt you in from the cold, especially for that little one,” Betty said, with a glance at Faith as she shook Scully’s hand. “He’s always had a soft spot for children and I’m sure he fell in love with yours on sight.”

Scully laughed, holding onto Betty’s hand. It was soft and felt like a hand that had baked millions of cookies and soothed many hurts. Close up, she had deep brown eyes with laugh lines set around them. She was the picture that perfectly described a person as a “grandma to all.”

“I’m Dana,” Scully said, letting go of her hand, and rubbing Faith’s back. “And this is Faith. I was wondering if there was a bathroom where I could change her and possibly a room or area where I could nurse her? She’s going to need to eat soon and I’d rather not sit in the car, if it’s possible. We had planned to be home before she needed to eat again. This was somewhat of an impromptu trip out here.”

“Oh, my dear, please yes. Feel free to sit on the sofa there, unless you would like a more private area. If that’s the case, you can use the office. The bathroom has a baby changer in it, so that’s not a problem. Let me help you with whatever you need,” Betty said, bustling about, picking up the backpack Scully had set down.

Scully laughed quietly. “She’s not quite due yet, but I thank you for the use of your office. It would be nice out here, but just in case someone shows up, I’d rather not be out for all the world to see,” she said, smiling at Betty, causing her to laugh.

Betty walked to the door she had entered from and motioned Scully toward her. She opened the door, Scully following her inside. When she crossed the threshold, she gasped. It was not like any office she had ever been in before. Not even like their old office with all its eclectic items and papers everywhere.

It was like a living room. There were cozy overstuffed chairs, a loveseat, two desks piled high with papers, wooden items in the process of being made or painted, pictures were all over the walls, shelves full of items, and a train track attached to the ceiling that ran the length of the room. Christmas music played softly and a heater must be on somewhere because it was toasty and warm in the room.

“Wow, now this is an office,” Scully said softly, looking around, taking it all in. Betty laughed quietly and set the backpack on the coffee table by the chairs. Scully walked over to her, watching the Christmas train wind around the room.

She looked at Betty, her eyes wide. “Please do not let my... partner, my fiancé, come in here. Oh my god... this would be our home all the time. As beautiful as it is, our home is already too full of his stuff.”

Betty laughed and nodded. Scully began to take Faith out of the wrap and she stretched and grunted as she did. Betty exclaimed over her as she watched Scully shift her about.

“My my, isn't she a beautiful little thing? You forget how small they are when you don’t see them every day. Our oldest great granddaughter is almost five and I don’t know if we’ll have anymore in the family,” Betty said, smiling at Faith.

“Would you like to hold her?” Scully asked with a smile. Betty’s eyes lit up and she nodded. Scully handed her over and Betty smiled at her and began to talk to her as she rocked slightly.

Scully smiled as she watched her, untying the wrap and taking off her coat. It was comical to her how every person who held a baby unconsciously began to rock their body. It must be ingrained from birth. She took off her beanie and laid it with her coat and the wrap on the couch. She smoothed down her hair as she turned and watched Betty holding the baby. She was surprised to find tears in her eyes as she looked down at her.

“Are you okay? Would you like me to take her back?” Scully asked, stepping close to her.

“No, no. Don’t mind me, I’m a crier. She’s just so small and beautiful. Her whole life is ahead of her, with the possibilities of what she could become, especially in this day and age. She has so much to look forward to in her life,” Betty said, taking a breath. She looked up at Scully, tears in her eyes. “She’s going to be amazing, I just know it.”

Scully smiled at her. She took out the few items she needed from the backpack and held onto them, watching Betty talk to Faith.

“Okay, I’m sure you’re hungry now little one, I’ll give you back to your mama." She held her close to her chest for a second and closed her eyes. When she opened them, she looked at Scully. “I hope you don’t mind, I said a quick blessing for her. I noticed your necklace as you took off your coat, and I thought a simple blessing would be okay- one for health, happiness, and love.”

Scully froze and her eyes filled with tears. It was such a simple sweet gesture, innocent really, but it recalled a memory that was like a punch to the gut.

The day before Spender came to take William to his adoptive family, her mother had come over and asked for some time alone with him. Scully had left them in the living room, quietly weeping as she walked out. Minutes that could have been hours later, her mother had found her lying on the floor in her bedroom. William was asleep in her mother’s arms, and Scully sat up and clung to her. They wept together, the baby Scully had prayed and yearned for, between them.

Her mother whispered words of comfort to her, that in that moment, fell on deaf ears. There was no comfort, no happiness, only crushing sadness that hurt to her very soul. After they had calmed down enough to make sense of the others words, her mother had kissed William’s cheeks and touched him in the sign of the cross.

“Health, happiness, love, and protection.”

Her mother managed to get out before they both broke down again. They had cried until they both were drained, her mother holding her until she stopped. She had stayed and cared for her that night, helping with William, running her a bath, brushing her hair, and rubbing her back when she went to bed. Just as when she was a child, her mother's care had brought her comfort.

Tears fell down her face as she thought of that night. Betty took a step close to her and pulled her into her arms. Scully wrapped her arms around her and cried, pulled into the warm embrace of a mother. She missed her own mother so much, and for just this moment, it felt as if she had her back. Betty hummed and patted her back, rubbing her hand up and down. Scully cried into her shoulder, not caring that this was a complete stranger, because it did not seem that way to her. It felt as if this woman had somehow been sent by her mother and she would not turn away a gift so wonderful.

She began to calm and Betty still held her. Scully pulled back and wiped her eyes. She looked at Betty and saw she had tears in her own eyes and a kind smile on her face.

“I’m so sorry,” Scully whispered. “I don’t usually cry in front of people like that, or hug complete strangers.” She gave a crying laugh and took a deep breath. She looked at Betty and she handed Faith back to Scully, who held her close and kissed her head.

Betty walked to her desk and grabbed a box of tissues. She held them out to Scully and then took one for herself. Scully held Faith with one hand as she dabbed her eyes and blew her nose. She sniffled and then blew her nose again. She looked at Betty and gave her a shaky laugh. Betty smiled kindly at her and then touched her arm.

“Sometimes, we’re most truthful with strangers. We usually won’t ever see them again, so we let our guards down. You obviously needed that cry, and there is no shame in tears,” Betty said, her eyes kind. “Why don’t you feed her and I’ll get you some hot cocoa? I find that chocolate always helps to cure what ails us.”

Scully gave another shaky laugh and nodded. Betty squeezed her arm and turned to leave the room. She got to the door and smiled at Scully, before stepping out and closing it. Scully sighed and shook her head. She wiped her eyes once more and tossed the tissue in the trash.

She sat down on the overstuffed chair and opened her shirt and bra. Faith was definitely hungry, as she settled in right away, making satisfied sounds as she ate. Scully smiled and held her hand, kissing her tiny fingers as she watched her.

She let go of her hand and leaned her head back against the chair. She thought of what Betty said about having no shame in tears. Well, she thought with a laugh, she had cried enough tears in the past six weeks to last for quite awhile. She took another deep breath and closed her eyes.

Faith stirred after a couple minutes and unlatched from her breast. Scully opened her eyes and looked down at her.

“Hey, love. What are you doing?” she said quietly. “I know you’re still hungry.” She smiled at her, rubbing her back, Faith staring back at her. She moved her little arms and then smiled, a real smile.

Scully’s breath caught in her throat. She could not stop more tears from forming as she smiled back at Faith. She stared up at Scully, smiling once more, before trying to return to nursing. Scully helped her to latch on again and then cried as she held her close.

“Oh, my sweet girl,” Scully whispered. “Wait until your daddy knows about you smiling. He’s going to be so happy.” She rubbed her back, her eyes closed as she cried.

She moved her to her other breast and adjusted her bra, covering herself. She stroked Faith’s cheek as she nursed and shook her head as she watched her. The door opened quietly and Betty stepped inside. She smiled at Scully, her hands holding a cup of hot cocoa and a plate of something. She set it down on the coffee table and reached for the tissue box.

She handed the box to Scully and she laughed. “I’m a mess, I know,” she said as she wiped her eyes.

“No,” Betty said kindly. “You’re a mother and tears are part of the job description. There is some fudge there, and a couple of cookies. Your husband and mine have just traipsed back in and are now tying your tree to your car. You’ve got some time.” She smiled at Scully again before she left the room.

Scully smiled at her kindness and continued to nurse Faith. She wiped at her eyes again and blew her nose, taking a deep breath to steady herself. She looked around the room at all the items she missed the first time. Little wooden dolls, snow globes, coffee mugs, and jolly Santa faces on almost everything. She smiled and Faith stopped nursing.

She took her from her breast, covered up, put a burp cloth over her shoulder, and laid Faith against it. She patted her back and waited for her to burp. When she did, she put down a changing pad and changed her on the sofa. She threw out the dirty diaper and sat back on the sofa with Faith.

She reached for the cocoa on the coffee table and sat back. She rubbed Faith’s belly as she drank her cocoa. It was delicious and so was the fudge and the cookies. When she was done, she put her coat back on and rewrapped the wrap around her body. She picked up Faith and put her back inside of it, packed up the items she used, and picked up the backpack.

She walked out of the office and heard Mulder laughing. She smiled at the sound and went to find him. He was standing with Howard, warming himself by the pot bellied stove. His eyes lit up at the sight of her and came to take the backpack from her. He put it on and wiggled all his fingers at her, showing her he had no injuries. She laughed as he leaned down for a kiss.

“Did you find a good tree?” she asked, as he looked at Faith and smiled as he stroked her cheek.

“Oh yeah,” he smiled, looking in Scully’s eyes. “It’s perfect.” She smiled back and kissed him again.

Betty came into the room, offering Mulder a cup of cocoa. She caught Scully’s eye and smiled. Scully smiled back and then began to look around the room.

By the time they left, they had three bags full of different items. Tree decorations, nutcrackers, a nativity scene, different Santa items, snowmen, angels, and two wreaths. Howard had filled the bags, waving them away, filling them with whatever he grabbed. Betty took some tree decorations and set them aside. She wrapped them carefully as she added other items, and also included some of her fudge and cookies.

Scully smiled the entire time they were together in that happy little house. Howard and Betty were fun and it was impossible to not smile when she heard Howard laugh. After her tears in the office, the laughter was more than welcome.

Mulder coerced her into taking a picture on the sled sofa, as he held Faith in his arms. Scully smiled and laughed, happy to be in this moment with Mulder, living a normal life, the way she always wanted. Mulder whispered in her ear as they were finished with the picture, how much he loved her and he loved seeing her so happy.

They paid for their items, although Scully knew they were not charged full price. Howard threw in a tree stand when Mulder turned panicked eyes to Scully and asked if they had one. They had never had a true tree in their home, so they had nothing a regular couple might have. Howard laughed and grabbed the stand and a bag of their things, Mulder grabbing the others.

Howard walked with them to the car and loaded the back with their things. He shook Mulder’s hand and wished him a merry Christmas. He held Scully’s hand and said the same to her, including she keep an eye on “that beauty.” Scully smiled and thanked him.

Betty followed out with travel mugs they had definitely not purchased. She waved them away when Mulder took out his wallet. She handed them each a mug and Scully could smell hot cocoa. She pulled Betty in and hugged her.

“Thank you for everything,” she whispered to her, thinking of her mother at the same time.

Betty held her as close as she could with Faith between them. She pulled back and smiled at her, holding Scully’s arms. She nodded at her and then touched Faith over the wrap.

“She’s going to change the world,” she whispered to Scully. Scully nodded and smiled, grasping Betty’s hand.

Scully stepped back and took Faith from the wrap and buckled her in her car seat. She heard Mulder and Howard laughing over something and then their goodbyes. He went to the driver's seat and started the car. Scully covered Faith and then got in the passenger seat.

Betty was standing with Howard, their arms around each other. Scully waved at them as Mulder backed the car up. They waved back as they drove away. Scully smiled as she watched them in the side mirror. She sighed, sitting back in her seat.

She heard Mulder softly chuckle and she looked over at him. He glanced at her and smiled. She looked at him, tilting her head. He shook his head and reached for her hand.

“I love you, Scully,” he said, shrugging his shoulders and smiling.

“I love you too, Mulder,” she said, squeezing his hand. He kissed the back of hers and then rested their joined hands on the console.

They smiled at each other as he turned the blinker on and headed for home, the whole car smelling wonderfully of Christmas.

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Happiness and love... I love them so much.

Howard and Betty are real people. While Betty was not plump and big bosomed, she was an incredibly kind and loving woman. She had the glasses and the hairstyle, and a heart full of love. She was a wonderful woman and I can’t think of a better way to honor her.

Howard has an amazing smile. He makes you happy just with that smile. His voice is booming, his hug is tight, and his eyes are always sparkling. He would have been an excellent Christmas tree farm owner. He would have done exactly as this Howard did, and given things away to those whose company he enjoyed.

Hope you loved them as much as I do. ❤️

#The X Files #XF Fanfic #Post MSIV #Happiness #Family Fluff #Fluff #Christmas #Holidays #Creating Memories

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xxgoblin-dumplingxx · 5 years ago

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Cherry Coke Special: Five

Move-in day was not near as stressful as Bucky had thought it would be. Your mom and your brother were efficient. Really efficient. It was likely, he figured that you'd moved around a fair bit as a kid.

Your brother was a typical older brother, your mom was quite frankly the one that scared him. Of the two of them, he didn't doubt your mom would be the one to kill him if he hurt you, though, perhaps more out of obligation than love for you. Not once did she hug you or kiss you after you first got out of the car. And she never once mentioned the grandchild you were carrying. It was incredibly odd.

Bucky never heard either of them mention the baby, and it didn't take long for him to figure out that you hadn't told them yet. So he followed your lead.

Your brother was a little more openly affectionate, though it was clear he was quietly furious at what Rory had done. Bucky was comforted when he pulled you aside and had a hushed but very intense discussion about the situation you got yourself into. He loved you enough to worry about you. But not enough to stay, despite wanting to when his ma was ready to go. They had both hugged you and kissed your cheek, and you made them promise to call when they got home. And neither one looked back as they drove away.

"You okay, Sugar?" Bucky asked quietly, helping you up the steps.

"Yeah," you sigh, "Just tired."

Bucky nodded and kissed the side of your head, "Well, let's get you inside and comfortable. Get you some food ordered, you haven't eaten all day." He wants to ask why you haven't told your ma she's about to be a grandma. He wants to ask why she's so distant with both her kids. But there's time. Right now, he wants to get you fed and try and get you relaxed. You look tense. Or like you're about to be sick, he isn't sure. But he doesn't like it.

He helps settle you on the couch and kisses the side of your head, "You like Chinese?" he asked, walking into the kitchen.

"Yeah," you answer quietly. You don't question why he's staying. And you know his apartment is just across the hall. You don't understand why he's doing all this. Not really. But you're glad of the company. You've never slept anywhere alone before. You'd had your mom and brother in the house. Then Rory after that. For seven years after that. And now, somehow, a mob boss is in your kitchen ordering sweet and sour and egg rolls. It's a lot to process.

So when Bucky walks back around the corner and finds you very quietly having a break down into the nearest pillow, he makes a soft noise and kneels in front of you, "Hey, shh, it's okay," his big hands are clumsy as they pet your hair and fumble a linen handkerchief out of his pocket.

"I'm s-so-sorry-" you stutter, trying to pull yourself together. You aren't even sure why you're crying. Not really. Objectively, you know that this is a gift. That this was the best possible outcome of your separation from Rory. That if things had gone differently, you'd be a statistic. Another death. Barely a blurb in the paper about your murder. But between a client finding you bleeding on the ground and Bucky spotting you after that... This is as unlikely as winning the lottery. And now there's even someone who wants to protect you. You have no reason to be crying, but you still can't stop.

"Don't be sorry," he said softly, "You've got a lot on your mind, baby." He doesn't know what to do when a woman is crying, and it's genuine anymore. This isn't a tantrum about presents. This is a broken heart. A body that just can't take much more. And he knows that because ever since he met you, even though you knew he had money and was gonna tip well regardless. You'd never asked him for shit. You hadn't asked him for anything all day except an arm to lean on up the stairs. Hell. You hadn't even asked him for dinner. You'd mentioned going to the store to cook him something. But he doesn't know what to say. All he can do is feel like an idiot and let you cry. When the tears slow down, he gives you a second to wipe your face and goes to get you a glass of water.

Your hand is trembling when you take it, and he frowns, "We gotta get some food in you," he murmurs, "The little one's gotta be getting hungry." He smiles a little and cups your cheek, pleased when you lean into the touch for a second.

"Probably," you tell him, "I was too nervous to eat earlier."

"About what?"

"About what mama was gonna say. About everything."

Bucky nodded, "And what did she say?"

"Nothing. Which means she's beyond furious... When she calls to yell at me, I'll tell her about the baby then. Just rip the whole bandaid off. At least then, the most she can do from that far away is yell." You look away, and Bucky frowns. He doesn't like that. You could have died. Rory could have killed you in that blind spot in the parking lot. He means to tell you all that, but there's a knock on the door, and he goes to answer it.

His guys don't knock like that, so it's probably the delivery driver. Which is good. He's anxious to get you taken care of, and you'll sleep better with a full stomach. He can't stay all night, but he can stay long enough to get you settled in. He pays the kid, gives him a nice little wad of tip money, and turns back to the living room. "Sit," he scolds, "I can do this. All I want you to do is stay down. It's breaking my heart watching you wince every time you move."

"Bucky-"

"No," he said, kissing your cheek and handing you a soda. "You gotta get better. You got a baby on the way, sweetheart," he reminded gently, "They're gonna need you in fighting shape."

"Helping you get food out isn't exactly strenuous," you pout, taking the plate he hands you.

"No," he allows, "But you've been up too much today. You're supposed to be taking it easy for a bit."

"I did-" you start to protest.

"Look darlin'," he said, laughing, "I know. You're a badass. A real tough cookie. But cracked ribs are cracked ribs, and a broken arm is a broken arm. I know. You could have managed. That isn't the point. The point is I want a healthy mama and a healthy baby. And that means you gotta slow down and let people do shit for you." He takes a bite of his dinner and gives you his best, "I'm not foolin' around" face, "Now," he said softly, "Eat and just be still for a minute. Let me enjoy eating dinner with a pretty girl."

You take a bite obediently but not because he told you to. You take a bite because if you don't distract yourself with something, you're gonna start crying all over again.

Bucky doesn't press anymore. Or scold. But he does keep plying you with food until you protest. "Bucky, if I eat anything else, I'll be sick," you tell him.

He just gives you a sheepish little smile and kisses your cheek, "You're eating for two, though. Had to make sure you ate enough to make up for not eating all day."

"Bucky," you snort, rubbing your stomach, "The baby is just getting started. We're okay."

"Well yeah," he said, putting a hand on yours, "But I wanna keep it that way." He grins up at you, "Bet you'll look real cute with a tummy." His heart stutters just a little. There's a slight curve there where he knows there wasn't before when he met you. He'd love to spend a bit more time lavishing attention on your physical body, but he pulls away gently. Your heart is fragile. Very fragile. And he doesn't want to press his current advantage. Even if you'd enjoy yourself. You need rest, and he has months of fantasies coming to fruition in his mind. He can't just stop once he starts. Or at least, he doesn't trust himself to.

Your cheeks heat and you bite your lip, "But-"

"No buts," he murmurs, "I told you I was gonna make it right, Y/N. I can't change what he did to you. Or how he treated you. But I can treat you better. I can keep you safe." He doesn't tell you that he loves you. That he wants you to put his name on the birth certificate. Or that he'd rather take you across the hall and put you in his bed. Or any of the other things he wants to say. He knows he's got to take this slow, but he can't just let you think you deserve what Rory did to you.

"Let me make this right, doll," he pleads softly.

"You've already done more than anyone expects you to," you tell him, looking away.

"But not as much as you deserve," he says softly. "I watched him take advantage of you for months," Bucky rumbled, "And I stayed out of it because of the way you smiled when you said his name. But darlin', when he put his hands on you that night, I should have broke him in half. You deserve to be pampered and spoiled within an inch of your life. Let me show you what that can be like, huh? At least... at least let me help you get ready for the baby. I know you can do this alone. I don't want you to."

"Is that all you want?" you ask slowly.

"No," he said honestly, "But we don't have to do anything you don't want baby. This isn't about my dick. This is about making sure my girl gets what she needs."

"Your girl, huh?"

"Yeah," he said, tilting your chin up slowly with a smile, "You ruined me for anyone else, baby. Showed me what a good girl is supposed to look like... I can't deal with these other women. I tried. Made me wanna shoot myself in the head to make them stop talking."

You snort, and he takes your hands, "So, sorry, Sugar," he murmurs, "You're all mine now. I just gotta make you believe it. Let me try?"

"What if you don't think I look cute anymore once I start getting fat?" you tease.

Bucky kisses you softly, just a whisper of a kiss that still makes you whimper, "Nice try, baby girl," he scolds softly, "Gettin' a little plump isn't gonna change your heart. And that's what I'm after." He doesn't want to get into details right now. But curves aren't a problem for him. He likes a little feminine softness after a long, stressful day.

"You say that now," you caution.

But Bucky just laughs and kisses you again. He wants another taste of you. And to stop you trying to burst his bubble. Now that he has everything he ever wanted, no one is gonna talk him out of it. Not even you.

#Bucky Barnes #soft bucky #mob!bucky #Mob!AU #fluff #mild angst #bucky barnes x reader

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artificialqueens · 4 years ago

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Tree House Kisses, Chapter 34 (Adorney) - Scorpio and Veronica

A/N: Click here for previous chapters. xoxo!

Chapter Summary: Adore turns 16. Courtney keeps reaching out.

Chapter 34: I Don’t Wanna Wait

Pearl tossed her bag across the basement floor, letting it fall as it may, momentarily pulling Willam’s attention away from his phone.

“Someone’s birthday is coming up,” Pearl sang, grinning at Adore as she quickly snatched the box of Cheez-Its from Trinity.

“Hey!”

Pearl flashed her a smile before shoving a handful of crackers into her mouth and then returning the box. She flopped onto the couch beside Adore and poked her in the side.

“So…birthday…ehhh?” she teased gently.

Adore gave her a small smile and nod; it felt like the millionth time she heard that line in the past couple days, and she was just about annoyed with it.

“Yeah! Are you excited? Bonnie make any plans?” Fame snapped her mirror closed, eyes lighting up in curiosity.

“Yeah, nothing too big. Angelica’s coming over and we’re gonna go out to eat. It’ll be nice.” Adore shrugged, playing with the loose thread on her jeans.

“Are we allowed to come or is it family only?” Trinity inquired, barely glancing up from her homework.

“If not, we’re gonna do something for her birthday anyway.” Violet shrugged, plopping down beside Trinity.

“Will it involve drugs and sex?” asked Willam.

“Do you know how to have fun any other kind of way?” Trinity rolled her eyes at Willam.

“I’m plenty fun!” Willam yelled, throwing an eraser at Trinity’s back.

“Ow, that hurt. You ass!” Trinity quickly scrambled to find the eraser to throw it back.

“Of course you guys are invited. Wouldn’t want to spend my birthday any other way,” Adore announced.

“So, we need to go shopping for a birthday outfit. I don’t have anything to wear,” Violet grabbed Trinity’s homework, copying the answers onto her own.

“Yeah, because it’ll be a shame if you didn’t look your best on Adore’s birthday,” Pearl joked.

“Exactly,” Violet replied with a smirk and a hair toss.

Courtney finished slicing tomatoes for the salad just as her mother strolled into the room. Thankfully, dinner tonight was just going to be the two of them, as Grandma Muriel was in San Diego visiting her cousins.

“Looks great, love!” Karen said, dropping a kiss to the top of her head.

“Thanks. Do you want avocado?”

“Why not? I’ve been good today.”

Courtney chuckled. Only her mother would see something that grew on a tree in their backyard as an indulgence.

“So, how was school this week?” Karen asked, pulling their vegan enchiladas out of the oven.

“Alright.”

“Just alright?”

Courtney shrugged.

“Hey, isn’t it Dory’s birthday this weekend?”

“Uh...yeah.” Courtney set the salad bowls on the table and dropped into her seat, avoiding her mother’s curious gaze.

“Does she have anything exciting planned?”

“Um...I’m not sure.”

“You’re not sure? So she’s not having a party?”

“I don’t-I don’t think so.” Courtney stuffed a forkful of salad into her mouth. She knew that she should have told her mom what was happening, but every part of her thought that it would’ve blown over by now.

“Well, maybe you want to plan something for her here? It’s been warm, so you can use the backyard-”

“She’s not talking to me, okay?!” Courtney finally met her mother’s eyes, and the concerned surprise made her feel even sicker than she already was. “She hasn’t talked to me since before school started. So...I don’t know if she’s having a party, and if she is, I wouldn’t be invited anyway, so…”

Karen paused, placing her fork down. She could see the misery on her daughter’s face and for a split second, guilt rose in her chest. How could Courtney be in a fight with her best friend of almost 10 years without her mother knowing?

“Are you okay, love? Do you want to talk about it?”

Courtney shook her head, tears collecting in her eyes. She took a deep breath, trying to pull herself together as her vision blurred. She’d cried so much in the last month that she was shocked she had anything left. Arms suddenly wrapped around her shoulders, as her mom hugged her tightly.

Adore and the rest of the girls wandered through the mall, floating from store to store, trying to find the perfect outfit for her dinner.

Little miss fashionista, Violet, pulled Adore away from every store she’d normally find herself going into. No ripped jeans, frayed skirts or 80s band shirts. Violet had a vision; elegant grunge, elevated chola. At least Violet knew her style, unlike Fame, who pulled her into every store she’d normally only enter if a certain green-eyed blonde pouted and tugged her in.

Adore tried not to think about her too much. Actually, she’d done a pretty good job not thinking too much at all.

The hardest part was just trying to fill that void that she left in Adore’s-

“Ooo, look, look, look at this! So cute!” Fame’s squealing jolted Adore out of her thoughts, as she grabbed a bright pink, thinned strapped, shimmery crop top off the racks, putting it to her chest for the girls to look.

“Uh, I think it’s cute for you,” Adore tried to keep her dislike for the brightly colored top off her face.

“You don’t like it?” Fame pouted slightly, looking in a mirror.

“Come on, Fame. You know that the only time you’ll find something like that in Adore’s closet is if Courtney-“ Trinity stopped short, quickly realizing her slip up.

She could feel Adore’s big hazel eyes staring at her and Trinity gulped, avoiding her gaze. In a haste to change the subject she quickly grabbed a dark green top off a rack.

“I think this is more Adore’s style.” Trinity finally looked over at her blue-haired friend, “Don’t you think, Adore?”

Bonnie started to climb into her car when a petite figure came darting around the corner, hissing, “Wait!”

She looked up and saw Courtney, eyes fearful, hurrying over to her with a small, wrapped box.

“Hey sweetie, how are y-”

“I’m sure you know that she’s mad at me,” Courtney said flatly. “I don't want you to take away from her day, so, don't give it to her tonight. But...maybe tomorrow? I don't want her to think I forgot.” She handed over the package, chewing nervously on her bottom lip.

Bonnie raised an eyebrow, putting a hand on Courtney's shoulder.

“You sure, babe? You know she can’t stay mad at you. Why not give it to her tomorrow yourself?”

Courtney's eyes filled with tears. She didn’t have the heart to tell Bonnie how long it had already been. Or how wrong she was, about everything. She just nodded, swallowing down the lump in her throat.

“I’m sorry to put you in the middle, Bonnie.”

Bonnie tucked a lock of blonde hair behind her ear and smoothed it down, saying, “It’s okay, honey. And don't worry, alright? I'll give her the present first thing tomorrow.”

“Thank you.”

“Anytime.” Bonnie leaned in and planted a kiss on Courtney’s forehead. “I’ll see you soon, hmm?”

“Yeah. Okay.” Courtney pulled away, turning and running back towards her house so that Bonnie didn’t see the tears spilling down her cheeks.

With dazed eyes, Adore watched herself in the reflection of Violet’s vanity. Everything was coming together nicely and her birthday had been going well so far.

She felt good about her birthday outfit considering the time and bickering it took for everyone to come to an agreement.

She liked the way the red tube top looked against her skin. Violet picked out the perfect faux leather pants that Adore thought flattered her shape nicely and she could wear with her favorite black laced ankle boots. Trinity had found the cutest oversized heart-shaped hoops and some black and red rhinestone bracelets in Claire’s to complete her outfit.

Adore had decided to get ready at Violet’s with the rest of the gang, with plans to meet her family at the restaurant.

Lately, she’d found herself becoming more dependent on the distraction of her friends to keep her mind off of Courtney. And today she needed that distraction more than ever.

Everything just seemed so off.

Her thoughts constantly wandered off, thinking about her bright green eyes and infectious laugh.

Courtney always made sure to be the first to tell Adore happy birthday; she’d stay over the night before so that when the clock struck 12, Courtney was always the first to do the honors.

The last three birthdays, Courtney had made a tradition of slinging Adore’s curtains open the minute the sun rose before climbing onto Adore’s bed, jumping around, sounding off with noisemakers and popping confetti all over her.

But this morning, Adore had slept in, not dragging herself out of bed until 12. As she scrolled through text messages, MySpace posts, and emails from family and friends wishing her a sweet sixteen she found herself bracing for Courtney’s usual grand entrance or call or text message or even some sappy post.

But it never happened.

And that was Courtney’s fault.

This all was, Adore had to remind herself, as she still craved for Courtney to call her, to sing her happy birthday or text her some sappy paragraph about growing old.

“I think it’ll be cute,” Pearl defended. She wanted to put a few braids in Adore’s hair and tease it, but Violet thought otherwise, wanting an updo and maybe giving Adore some bangs.

The two girls quarreled over Adore’s hairstyle as Fame took charge of her makeup.

“More glitter!” Willam ordered Fame.

“Willam! I know what I’m doing, give me some space.” Fame huffed, annoyed with Willam’s hovering.

Adore had hoped that the chaos of getting ready with them would keep her mind off Courtney, but she was wrong. Her eyes constantly found their way to her phone, waiting for the ring. Waiting for her phone to light up with Courtney’s number.

Walking into the restaurant, the gang followed the hostess towards the back where her mom and sister had already settled in. Adore’s face lit up when she saw that Adrian, who she was told wasn’t gonna be able to make it, stood from his seat. He rushed to her, wrapping her in a hug.

Adore laughed and squealed as she tried to squirm away from him. Mostly out of embarrassment, but with claims she didn’t wanna ruin her makeup.

“You’re just getting so big,” Adrian teased, “it’s right what they say ‘they grow up so fast.”

“Adore, you look so pretty,” Angelica complimented pulling her from Adrian into a tight hug. “I love these,” she commented on the earrings, “and your makeup looks incredible.”

“Thanks—“

“I picked out the earrings!” Trinity butted in.

“Yeah?” Angelica glanced at the girl.

“Yeah, they were on sale for five dollars.”

“I did her makeup,” Fame cut in, proud of her work.

“And I helped!” Willam reminded.

“No, you didn’t.”

“I said more glitter! Without me, the look would be trash.”

The clicking and flashing of the camera quickly stopped the bickering between the two as they posed for Bonnie.

“This is my good side.” Willam smiled as he shoved Pearl out the way, squeezing next to Violet.

“Hey!” Pearl shoved Willam back.

“The pretty ones need to be next to each other,” he gestured to himself, Violet and Fame. “Stand next to Trin.”

“How do you deal with them?” Angelica joked.

Adore shrugged “They’re fucking cool. Plus they always have my back.”

After a few more poses, Bonnie sat the camera down pulling Adore into an embrace.

“Oh, look at you, my little baby,” Bonnie cooed, leaving kisses on either side of Adore’s face. “Sixteen, sixteen years I’ve been blessed.”

Adore’s face was red with embarrassment but, her smile was bright, thinking about how lucky she was to be so very loved by her mother.

All month, Bonnie had been in a slight state of disbelief that her baby girl was nearly an adult. She was two years away from an empty nest, and was apparently facing her own mortality. Even though Adore’s height had surpassed her mother’s by the time she was fourteen, it hadn’t stopped Bonnie from treating her like anything other than her baby.

The days leading to Adore’s birthday, Bonnie had rambled on about all the missed days that she spent working and how she was should take a couple of days off to spend with Adore while she still could.

Just yesterday, her mother had climbed into her bed early in the morning, before she left for her shift. The two reminisced on the past and how fast time had flown. They talked about things like, was her favorite color still blue, favorite food still tacos. The type of music she was into now, celebrity crushes. She asked how the new school year has been going so far, and if Adore had any plans to keep the vibrant blue in her hair or change it. She even asked about Courtney, how she had been, where she’s been. Adore bristled and quickly dismissed the question. When Bonnie didn’t push, she was thankful.

Adore was led to her seat, golden balloons in shapes of the number one and six tied to either side of her chair. There was a glittery gold ‘Happy Birthday’ sash on the back of the chair, which Violet helped her into, not wanting Adore to ruin her hair.

The waiter came to get everyone’s drink orders, and soon the table was engaged in a lively conversation.

Until.

“So, where’s Courtney?” Angelica asked, head cocked, brow furrowed in confusion.

“Uh...”

The table suddenly came to an incredibly loud hush.

Adore’s stomach churned, her mouth suddenly dry. What the fuck were the only words going through her mind.

She had been doing so good. She’d nearly forgotten the lack of Courtney’s presence.; she was actually having fun and for once not thinking about her estranged best friend.

Or thinking about how much she couldn’t stand her. And how much Courtney had hurt her. How much she missed her.

“I’m not sure,” Adore shrugged.

Angelica’s brows furrowed deeper, ignoring the stop signal from her younger brother and the stricken faces from the others.

“What do ya mean? Courtney’s never missed a birthday. And I think your sweet sixteen is a pretty big one. What’s going on?” Angelica pushed.

As long as Angelica could remember, the two were inseparable. Never went longer than a day without talking. Courtney even came along on a couple of family trips, because the girls couldn’t stand to be apart. So, the idea that Courtney Jenek was not here on a big day like this was mind-blowing.

An assortment of reactions went around the table. Adrian buried his face in his hands, second-hand embarrassment too much for him to handle.

Fame nervously gulped down half a glass of water while Willam crunched loudly on ice cubes.

“Uh, does everyone know what they’re getting?” Bonnie spoke up.

“The Cajun chicken pasta looks good,” Violet commented quickly.

“Yeah, I’m probably just gonna get the tenders and fries,” Trinity added, trying to help ease the tension.

Adore stared down at her menu. Blinking to keep the tears that threatened to spill from her eyes. She jumped as she felt Pearl’s hand rest on top of hers under the table.

“Wait, is she planning to pop out in a cake or something? Because I’d like to see that!” Angelica chuckled.

“I don’t know, don’t really care,” Adore finally spoke up. She didn’t mean for the words to come out as harsh as they did. But fuck it, she thought as she reached for her pink lemonade.

She didn’t want to think about what Courtney could be doing on her birthday. She deserved one day that didn’t revolve around thoughts of Courtney.

“Are you guys ready to order?” The waiter appeared pad in hand.

“Saved by the otter,” Willam mumbled loud enough for the table to hear, enticing awkward chuckles from the group as the waiter smiled in confusion.

Adore’s hands covered her face as the restaurant employees made their way out of the kitchen, cake in hand, drawing attention with their loud rendition of Happy Birthday, her friends and family singing along poorly making it so much worse. Even some of the other restaurant-goers decided to join in song, everyone turning to see.

Violet and Pearl sat on either side of her, trying to pry her hands away from her face.

“Adore, come on, let me get a photo!” Bonnie reached over, swatting Adore’s hands away to get a good picture of her daughter.

Face red and buried in her hands, she had no plans to look up until all of this was over. But even with the embarrassment, she was experiencing at the moment, her heart was filled with delight at the show her friends and family were making over her.

Adore could feel the warmth of the candles as the song came to an end.

“Come on, Adore. Blow out the candles and make a wish!” Bonnie encouraged.

Adore removed her hands, taking in the smiling faces of everyone around the table.

“Make a wish! We wanna eat cake, not wax,” Willam teased.

Adore closed her eyes and wished the only thing she could think of.

To go back in time, so that things could be different and that Courtney would be here with her. As the table erupted into cheers, she opened her eyes and smiled, doing her best not to look as devastated as she felt inside.

Adore entered the kitchen, rubbing her eyes.

“I really hope you’re not planning to judge me, because I’m having cake for breakfast whether you like it or not,” she announced.

Bonnie laughed and pulled a Tupperware with the leftover cake from the fridge.

“Anything you want, monkey. Still your birthday week!”

“Awesome,” Adore said, grabbing a fork and sitting down at the table.

“Oh, and, um...here, there's a present I forgot about yesterday.”

Adore’s eyes lit up as she snatched the gift from her mom's hands and unwrapped it greedily.

“Thanks, ma! Who wrapped it though? This is way nicer than how you normally-” she stopped short when she opened the box and glanced at the handwriting on the card.

As much as she’d been hoping to hear from her, desperately wishing things were different, seeing it was overwhelming. And of course, the card was inside the box. If the card was on the outside, Adore wasn’t sure she’d have opened it. But now it was too late, and she had a card in her hand, and sitting atop a cushion of velvet, a choker—the band was black leather, decorated with little cut-outs to make it look like lace, and dangling from the center was a beautiful, shiny Onyx star.

Hey Dory, It’s so crazy to be anywhere except with you today. But I know you’re still mad, and it’s your birthday, after all, so I guess I can give you a small break from relentlessly hounding you. But I ordered this 3 months ago and it seemed stupid not to give it to you. It's still your birthday, right? And even though I’m not your favorite person right now...well, you’re still mine. So Happy Birthday. I hope it was great. I love you. Always, C

Adore stuffed the note and the choker back into the box, furious with both Courtney and herself. It was, of course, fucking perfect. Something that, had she seen it in the store, she would have coveted immediately. Which made it even worse. And that note? Ugh.

Courtney couldn’t say that she was surprised, when she didn’t hear from Adore after her birthday. She was disappointed, though. A week later, she looked up from her history book to peer out the window. She’d been antsy all evening, waiting for Adore’s bedroom light to go on, and now, seeing it, she marched out her back door and through their backyards, tears stinging her eyes. This had gone on long enough. She was not about to let another week go by without her best friend. Adore could be mad, didn’t have to want her romantically, fine, but she was not allowed to cast her aside like she didn’t matter.

She rang the doorbell at the Delano’s back steps, hugging herself. Of course she’d gone stumbling blindly into the Autumn night without a sweatshirt.

“Adore! I see your light, open up!”

She waited and waited. Rang the doorbell again.

“Dory, please, come on!”

She waited some more. No answer. This again.

She began to pound on the door, trying not to cry, calling out, “OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR!”

Silence.

Tears began to leak from her eyes. She banged harder, so hard her fist hurt.

“YOU’RE BEING RIDICULOUS! ADOOOOORE!!! FUCK!!”

Still nothing.

Throat now raw from screaming, she continued, “IT’S FREEZING OUT HERE! ADORE!! OPEN UP!!”

Bonnie sat up in bed, rubbing her eyes, irritated. What the fuck was going on outside her home? She’d gotten off a 24-hour shift at the hospital mere hours earlier, and she was simply trying to get some much-deserved rest. She let out an aggravated sigh and rose from the bed, tying a bathrobe around herself and padding across the hall to her daughter’s room, where she knocked on the door.

“Uh, hello?”

“Yeees?” came the sugary sweet voice from the other side of the door.

“Adore, why the hell is Courtney Jenek throwing a temper tantrum outside our back door?”

“No idea, why don’t you ask her?”

“Adore...you’re really grinding on my last nerve here…I had a long day and I’m trying to fucking sleep.”

“I have. No. Idea. And I have no desire to find out. So you’re welcome to tell her to fuck off.”

Bonnie sighed and padded down the stairs, shaking her head. She opened the door, saying, “Alright, kiddo, you know I love you, but it’s time to go home…Some of us are trying to sleep.”

Courtney stopped, lowering her hand, eyes red and puffy, tears streaming down her face.

“I’m...I’m sorry, Bonnie. I was just...I’m so sorry.” Her face crumbled and she let out a wrenching sob.

Bonnie looked at her, a picture of abject despair. What the fuck was going on? She sighed, pulling her in for a hug.

“Oh, honey, come here…” She smoothed her hair down, rocking her.

“Why does she h-hate me?” Courtney wept against her chest.

“She doesn’t hate you. Is this the same fight? I’m sure she’ll get over it soon. You know she loves you.”

Courtney nodded, sniffling, wishing with all of her heart that Bonnie was right.

“Okay. Thanks. I’m really sorry.” She pulled away, taking a shaky breath, and then pausing and saying, “Bonnie?”

“Yes?” Bonnie opened the door back up a little.

Courtney looked up at her, shivering, green eyes full of anguish. “Please tell her I miss her.”

“Sure, baby. Goodnight.” Bonnie smiled, touching her cheek gently before closing the door. Jesus Christ. She climbed the stairs and stopped at Adore’s room again, hesitating before knocking.

“What?” came the sharp voice from inside.

Bonnie sighed. “She seems pretty miserable, Adore. I don’t know what she did to piss you off, but maybe you could cut her some slack.”

Adore wrenched open the door, saying, “That’s right, you don’t know. I thought you said you needed to sleep.”

“Honey, I-”

“So why don’t you go to sleep and stay out of my fucking business?” She slammed the door in Bonnie’s face.

Bonnie stood there for a moment before shaking her head and walking back across the hall to her own bedroom, shaking her head, muttering, “Hormonal little cunt.”

#rpdr fanfiction #tree house kisses #scorpio #veronica #adorney #adore delano #courtney act #violet chachki #pearl liaison #miss fame #trinity k bonet #willam belli #high school au #lesbian au #angst #fluff

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Amber Valentine

Tw: minor character deaths (referenced), mentions of homophobia, ambiguous rejection (purposely left unanswered so the reader can choose which they want it to be)

Nico woke up. Nico didn't like that. He tried to sleep again but no, sleep was impossible, because today was a bad day and his brain hated him. He wanted compensation from life for waking him up today, on Valentine's day of all days.

He huffed, dreading the day more and more as the heavy weightlessness of sleep left his bones to be replaced with a dull ache. He didn't have the strength to get out of bed yet, and to be quite honest, he didn't really want to.

So he opted to angrily stare at the ceiling like it personally offended him. The one time he wakes up before breakfast, and it's on the one day he wishes some kid would whack him round the head and put him in a coma for the day. He bet Will was already out on his morning run. He'd wake at the ass crack of dawn like a heathen and exercise like a heathen and glow like it didn't fucking give everyone a headache like a heathen.

But he was cute, so Nico forgave him.

Cute didn't really describe it. Will was a beautiful. Nico wondered what it would be like to wake up in the morning to the sight of Will sleeping beside him. He could imagine it- Will laying on his stomach with his head on his arms, golden blond hair fanning out onto the pillow, his skin glowing softly in the morning light. Nico wondered if Will had freckles on his back too, and if Will would let him paint them, like angel wings and constellations.

Stupid cute boy making him have emotions this early in the goddamn morning on the worst day of his life. Should be illegal. Nico forced himself out of bed and prepared for the day before opening the door- and the offending boy was stood nervously on his doorstep, freckles glowing a light yellow whilst his skin glowed soft amber. He had such a pretty smile and pretty eyes and Nico absolutely despised him for being so cute and making him blush in public by being so goddamn cute.

"What do you want Solace? You see the sky? You see that giant orb of radiation and death? Yeah? Well that means it's way too fucking early to be awake."

"Nice to see our resident vampire is already in full brooding mode! That must mean you're awake enough for a hug!" Will beamed, and gods Nico couldn't breathe because… holy shit. His smile was so beautiful and he was glowing sunrise yellow and he had dimples okay and his nose was scrunched and Nico forgot how to breathe. He was so pretty.

"Don't you dare, Solace!"

"But hugs," Will pouted, his glow slowly turning sunset yellow as Nico tried to resist. Nico couldn't resist because his boyfriend looked like a kicked puppy and he gave good hugs.

"Okay, fine, hugs," Nico relented with a sigh. Will's glow was back in full force, sunrise yellow with a warm amber undertone, and he was practically throwing himself at Nico, wrapping him up in a warm hug. Fuck, Nico was gonna die like this and go to Elysium, he couldn't function because the cute bastard was hugging him and he was warm and he smelled gorgeous, like lemons and antiseptic and cinnamon and sandalwood and sunshine and sweat and boy. Then Nico realised he hadn't been hugging back- he could tell by the way the heat from Will's glow changed slightly, nervous heat, that he was shifting back into a sunset hue, and that kickstarted Nico's brain to hug back, and Will's warmth grew comforting again.

Nico didn't want Will to ever let go.

If he was honest, he was kinda touch starved. He may have been touch averse, but that didn't mean he didn't need affection from time to time, and Will's hugs made him feel safe and sentimental and fuzzy. And Will was taller than him so his face was met with a wall of muscle and fuck Nico could die because that was his man and he was a fucking snack. Between feeling sentimental and flustered, Nico felt overwhelmed- the touch starved side of him wanted to cry and the teenage side of him practically wanted to consume Will and the conflicting emotions were too much for him to process at once.

He reluctantly let go, noticing Will's hesitation in the way his arms twitched as he let go, like his body didn't want to let go and Will had to fight it. Nico wanted to hug him again, but he knew if he hugged Will again he'd grow deeply uncomfortable and want to rip his flesh off. Sometimes physical contact was like that feeling when a bug flies into your face and you can still feel it twenty minutes after it's flew away. But ten times more intense and distressing to the point it made Nico want to scream and cry and rip his face off, but apparently, that isn't what physical contact felt like and Nico was being over dramatic so naturally everybody would pull him into hugs or headlocks and Nico would freeze or bolt. Except for Will. Will may have been very huggy, but he never tried to force Nico into physical contact. He didn't question it if Nico pushed him away sometimes and he didn't take it personally.

"So uh…" Will began, his freckles a nervous pale amber, which Nico knew meant he was anxious. He didn't finish his sentence, picking at the bandage around his hand instead.

"It's Valentine's day," Nico said quietly, and Will nodded awkwardly.

"Yeah…"

"I already told you, I won't celebrate it."

"I know," Will said quickly, and the amber of his freckles was almost a dark chocolate gold, "I wanted to talk. Can we- can we go somewhere?" He looked just about ready to cry, and Nico's concern was able to quickly override his aversion to being seen.

"You look terrified," Nico noted, and Will nodded, not moving. Nico started to walk, and Will followed him. Nico could feel the heat radiating off him, so Nico walked him to a far spot through the forest- walking helped anxiety by tricking your brain into thinking you were running away- fight or flight. And for a short while, Will seemed less anxious, but the closer they got to their favourite talking spot, the darker Will's glow got until he was a dark sunset orange. Sunrise colours were good- sunset ones were worrying. "Will?"

"I really wanna tell you something but I never talk about it and I'm scared to talk about it because I like running away from my feelings and I need to talk about it and I trust you the most to understand how I feel so can we talk about it?"

"Of course," Nico said gently, guiding Will to sit down. He looked on the verge of tears.

"I hate Valentine's day," Will said quietly, "I hate it so much."

"Glad we're on the same page," Nico said quietly, and he knew that Will would catch his meaning: I'll understand, you can tell me anything.

"You already know I'm from Austin, right? Well I come from a super nice area, y'know? My school had a gsa and the local church I went to as a kid was super accepting and had rainbow flags and funded a shelter for lgbt youths. My grandma was a lesbian and her wife made me my very first punk jacket when I was six. So uh… I grew up in a super nice place. So I knew quite young that I weren't straight, you know? I hadn't really had crushes yet but I remember we all used to play kiss chase at recess and I always wanted to kiss the girls and the boys. So I knew I wasn't straight. And I came out to my mom on Valentine's day because young me was making Valentine's day cards for all the boys in my class. Except for John. He was a cunt. I didn't like John. But anyways um- I ran downstairs and I yelled at the top of my lungs 'mama I'm gay!' And she looked really awkward and just replied 'that's nice, honey,' and I thought maybe she thought I was joking so I was like- 'no mama, I wanna kiss all the boys and all the girls,'- I didn't know what bi was, by the way- and she just gave me this really awkward look and said we'd talk about it later, and then she went to hang the washing. I didn't know if she was awkward because she didn't accept me or just the way I came out, and I still don't know and-..."

"Will?" He was crying by now, a sunset red undertone to his sunset amber glow, pushing the ball of his palms into his eyes to try and stop the tears.

"I never got to ask if she was okay with me being gay because a few minutes later I heard scary noises so I hid under the kitchen table and the scary noises sounded like a really big lion and I heard mama scream so I went out and I screamed because she was dead and bleeding and eaten and then it tried to eat me too but a goat man grabbed me and ran and took me to camp, and that's why I'm an all year round camper…"

"Will…" Nico began gently, before reaching out and holding him in a strong hug. "I wish I could tell you if your mom accepted you or not… and I wish I could make all your pain go away…"

"I always thought mama got killed because of me. Because if I didn't say I was gay she wouldn't have gone outside. So I didn't wanna tell anyone I liked boys ever in case they died, and I spent all these years so sure that she rejected me that day because she looked uncomfortable and sad and I felt like nobody loved me if my mama didn't love me and Valentine's day reminds me of all that and… it hurts… rejection hurts..."

"How long have you been holding all that in for," Nico asked softly, rubbing comforting circles on his back and gently carding his fingers through his hair. Will's hair was dry and floofy but it never seemed to knot.

"Since forever," Will sniffled, "and I felt bad because I could never celebrate Valentine's day without being real sad and thinking about rejection."

"Please don't feel bad," Nico said softly, "it's okay. We never have to celebrate it, it reminds you of your trauma."

"I didn't think anyone would understand…"

"My mom died too," Nico said quietly, pulling away from Will so he wouldn't overwhelm himself too much. "I watched her die too. But it wasn't a monster, it was Zeus."

"I- I didn't know, I'm so sorry," Will whispered, and Nico shook his head.

"I lost a sister about two days before Christmas. Bianca. Which is why I got upset when you wanted me to wear the Christmas jumper. But- my point is I understand how it can ruin a holiday, and I want you to know that I understand, and you're not alone because I relate."

"I'm sorry," Will said quietly, "I'm really sorry." Will moved to hug Nico, but Nico gently pushed him away. As usual, Will didn't protest or try again.

"I hate Valentine's day because I was outed," Nico began after a deep breath. Will's glow was sunset orange and yellow with concern. "I was outed by Eros to Jason. I had a crush on Percy in the past, and Eros made me tell him. Jason, I mean. He shot me with an arrow and everything. I wasn't ready to come out- I hadn't accepted myself yet. I wasn't comfortable. When I was a kid being gay would have got me killed. And after Eros made me come out it felt like suddenly everyone knew. And I even accidentally outed myself to an entire Roman Legion thingy. Then when you made me come to the infirmary I felt obliged to tell Percy. All my life I'd seen myself as creepy, and everyone else thought I was creepy, so I felt like I had to tell him. Like he had a right to know. I still wasn't okay with myself and I didn't want anybody to know, and I still struggle sometimes with internalised homophobia. Or at least a fear of being outed or being seen or being attacked. I can't handle hearing slurs or judging looks or bigoted preachers without breaking down in tears because I didn't ask for this and it feels like I'm constantly being punished when I didn't even do anything wrong. I'll just be minding my own business and some asshole tries to ruin it, because somehow, people just know."

"I understand that," Will said softly, but Nico felt scared- Will had an angry sunset red undertone to a near white yellow sunset glow. He thought Will was mad at him for being a coward. "I'm gonna smash every last Cupid statue and heart card I see dotted around camp. You shouldn't have to have your triggers and your trauma shoved in your face any day."

"Will don't," Nico said softly, reaching for Will's hand, and a sunrise orange began to seep through the darker undertones, like he was trying to reassure Nico that it was alright. "They don't know, and I don't want to ruin their day. I was gonna stay in my cabin, but… I'm glad I'm out here with you. I feel safe here with you."

"I feel safe with you too," Will said softly, and his glow radiated a warm sunrise amber with yellow undertones- fondness, golden.

"Maybe we should reclaim Valentine's day," Nico said quietly. "Make it ours. As a fuck you to all our trauma, y'know? Avoid all the traditions and just snog the fuck out of each other until we both turn blue then do whatever the fuck we want. We have each other now."

"So… celebrate Valentine's day to spite Valentine's day by making it our own? Not romantic, just spite?" Will seemed amused, a thin smile on his lips making one of his dimples prominent where the corner of his mouth turned upwards to form a lopsided smile.

"I'm powered by spite and I'm tiny so yeah," Nico replied, bumping shoulders with Will. "Hey… maybe one day when you're ready for answers, I can summon your mom," he suggested gently.

"Maybe," Will replied softly, "I love you."

"Ti amo."

So they kissed, and they kissed until Will's glow was golden and bright and encompassing Nico in warm rays, and the shadows were dancing around Nico and holding Will close. They kissed until they felt fuzzy and hot, and they kissed until things would have got real awkward if they would have continued. When they pulled apart, Will's cheeks were a ruddy pink to the tips of his ears and blotchy, and Nico was sure he was puce. Fuck Cupid and fuck manticores too. Nothing could take this love away from them.

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