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GalexTav Enemies to Lovers Part 31

Summary: Gale and Tav have some time alone after quite some time. Perhaps their moment has arrived. Also, I recognize this part is significantly longer than prior parts. It's how you know we're cooking with gas/a lot of in-game dialogue and references are used for this part. The scenes will be a bit different, based on their story. Enjoy!

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Gale trailed behind Tav in silence, matching her pace as they ascended the staircase to the chamber. The air was thick with humidity and mildew, it reminded him of the docks in Waterdeep. Musty, with the rancor of strange folk echoing in the distance. His knee gave way and he let out a quiet oof.

Tav turned, “You alright?” She cocked a brow, looking down at his knees.

“Oh, yes, never better.” Gale averted her gaze and gestured, “After you.”

Balthazar’s room was an off-shoot of Z’rell’s office and they walked by her awkwardly. “Remember, no snooping,” Z’rell hissed, her eyes not straying from the letter glued to her hands.

Once they crossed the threshold, Gale gingerly closed the door with a subtle click. The macabre scene before them made his stomach churn and he felt acid in his throat. Grimacing, he studied the bookcases and rubbed the back of his neck. “So, what exactly are we hoping to find in here?”

Tav began to rummage through the drawers and baskets carelessly. “Easy!” Gale took her hands and pulled them away from the bookcase she was about to explore. “Don’t be reckless, there could be traps for all you know.”

She snorted, “Please, do you think I didn’t already look?”

Gale’s eyes flicked to the evident false-books before them. “Evidently not.” He gestured towards the facade, smirking. “I’d wager one of these books is the correct one, and the others will set off some type of alarm.”

She rolled her eyes. “You think you’re so clever, when in fact, I already figured out the puzzle, thank you very much.” Tav indignantly pulled a book, glaring at Gale when a puff of gas emerged from the shelves.

“For the love of the Gods…” Gale held his breath and pulled her from the mist, his fingers wrapping tightly around her waist. A little bit of poison was no match for the various elixirs he kept on hand. Before his mind could stop him, he began muttering: “Imagine that trap was something far worse, your stubbornness and inability to see the bigger picture is infuriating. Imagine instead of poison cloud the walls were laced with cloud-kill, or worse, disintegrate. Your pride will be your death, and I can’t see that happen.” With a flick of his wrist and a little bit of weave, the gas was gone.

She gritted her teeth. “You distracted me -“

Gale laughed blackly. “I distracted you? In what way? By noting the aforementioned perils? By pulling you out before you ingested lungfuls of poison? How dare I.”

“Can you please just…”

“What?” Gale hissed, his face inches from Tav’s. His gaze bore into the deep pools of her eyes and he felt himself overcome. His voice softened. “Can I please what? Why ask me to accompany you, after refusing my company for weeks despite my sincere and humble apologies, and suddenly you ask for me to join you and refuse to hear reason and instead aim to have us killed?”

The room was filled only by the sound of their shallow breathing. She said finally. “Which book do you think it is?”

“This one,” Gale said, without looking he pulled the book from the shelf that revealed a lock-box - likely the key to opening the chamber.

“This one,” she mocked beneath her breath, and rolled her eyes, pushing past him. Though, not angrily. The movement felt different. Perhaps it was his imagination, or overthinking, but the tension she held was different than when she said she hated him. That, she, “fucking hated him,” refusing any appeal for forgiveness.

“Why, I cannot thank you enough for saving my life, Gale, truly I am so glad you’re here with me, Gale.” He murmured behind her mockingly and sealed his lips when she turned to give him a seething glance. His face flushed and he looked down, bashful.

Tav rifled through the dead body beside the bookcase. She pulled a human heart from the pocket, viscous and dripping. She looked at the box and looked at Gale before thrusting the heart into the chamber. A sudden click revealed a now open passageway in the wall. He rose his brows and whispered, “Clever.”

Gale knew his folly was cruel. And, he recognized the painful learnings of youth and hoped Tav would be more reasonable now that they were in their third decade. He tried to imagine what his reaction would be, had their roles been reversed. If Tav had sabotaged his chance at prestige, his calling to be Mystra’s chosen. Angry wouldn’t begin to touch the swell of emotions that would consume him. And thus, he did not press Tav on the matter. He gave her as much space and distance as she craved, he avoided upsetting and disrupting her, stayed behind to cook her preferred meals and tidy her tent and wash her belongings. He never mentioned that he did these things, nor did she, yet he felt it was the least he could do.

Gale was nothing if not persistent. Despite their past, despite what he had done, Gale wanted nothing more than to give her the world and more.

It was not time for wistful musings, though. As they stepped in the room, it was clear Balthazar had been experimenting with dark magic.

“My gods…” she breathed, walking through the room cautiously lest she set off anymore traps. On the side wall there was a ritual circle. Carved into the benches rotted surface were half faded sigils beside discarded corpses.

“A ritual circle.. and a complex one at that. I’ve seen such a construction before in the writings of the Weavepasha of Almraiven, though his vision was not so… tainted.” Gale grimaced.

Tav snorted, “You’re not the only wizard familiar with dark magic.” She studied the arrangement for a moment before murmuring, “The sigils are written in a curious mix of tongues.” Gale stood behind her, leaning over her so that their shoulders brushed against one another. He inhaled as she continued: “Ancient Calishite, Netherese, and something else I can’t make out.”

“If we’re reading it correctly,” Gale fingered the dust. “It was used for the creation of Moonlanterns. It’s been mostly drained, and even now contains a powerful dose of Shadow Weave. We could, in theory, use the discarded pixie corpses to create another lantern… though, Mystra’s eyes may be upon us. She’d forbid me dabbling with such magic. She’d want it destroyed. Wasted, arguably.”

“Forget what Mystra wants.” Tav interjected, “I can deal with the circle, if you’d rather.”

“Deal with it? Need I remind you, destroying magic like this was once my bread and butter.”

“Need I remind you, it could have easily been my ‘bread and butter,’ had circumstances been different.” Tav shot back though he noted the blush that crept up her neck and licked her ears. Gale frowned, the sting of truth eating at him. He was surprised when Tav gestured to him, “Do whatever you want with it, Gale.”

With a few subtle gestures, he cleared the magic. “Not bad for a wizard who slept through his Caleshite lessons, eh?” Tav rolled her eyes when a sudden sensation swept through him. It was unmistakable. Mystra. “Did you feel that? If we weren’t surrounded on all sides by the shadow cursed lands, I’d lthink it was Mystra herself brushing against my skin...”

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you,” Tav mumbled, an edge of - was that jealousy, he mused?

“Are you… jealous?” Gale quipped, unable to hold his tongue. Tav snapped a withering look and shook her head.

“Of course not.”

“I think she’s left a part of herself to watch over me, I think… a boon to reach the heart of the absolute in one piece.”

“Unless this boon saves you from detonating the orb, it hardly seems worth it. She’s manipulating you, Gale, to do what she’s asked.”

“You might be onto something there. Though, I would imagine her intelligent enough to not resort to such.. overt manipulation.”

“Or she is and knows that she can pray on your emotions.”

Gale shrugged, “Perhaps we’re overthinking things, a blessings a blessing. And this one should come in most useful. Shall we?”

Tav rolled her eyes and they continued to scour the room in search of any clues to what horrors lie ahead. There were papers scattered everywhere - Gale stumbled across a letter that Tav opened clumsily. The letter read:

Gortash,

The tone of your recent letter is inappropriate. You may follow the lord of Tyranny, but I do not answer to him or you.

It isn’t the fault of any of the chosen that the artifact has gone astray. Unforeseen events occurred, as they often do. I acknowledge your planning mastery and brilliance of mind, but you lack the depth of experience that brings patience and composure.

The artifact will be found. Our enemies will be thwarted. We will prevail.

“Gortash?” Tav murmured and Gale extended his hand, in hopes to read the letter himself. She gave it to him and he shook his head. “They must be looking for this.” Tav fingered the artifact tucked in her robes.

“He’s the one who betrayed Karlach, why she ended up with that contraption for a heart. Clearly he has a bigger role in this than any of us had previously imagined. The only reason Ketheric would have to maintain contact is if he is part of a larger, more perilous plan than we realized.”

There was scratching behind the door and the lock clicked. Gale dropped the letter into his pocket and picked up the moonlantern. Z’rell entered followed by a scrying eye. “Not snooping, I hope. Grab the lantern and be on your way, you have your orders. Move.”

The two nodded and slipped past Z’rell, understanding that they needed to head back to camp and share what they’d learned. More investigations would have to wait.

Later that evening, after the letter was shared and the group reconvened, Tav wandered around camp in a desperate attempt to find Gale. Unfortunately for her, Gale wandered off in search of solace. After handing over the letter, Karlach seemed beyond enraged and the fires were unwieldy. Gale was habitually the one to soothe her in moments of extreme heat, but in his absence, Wyll accompanied her into the night.

As she approached the cook-pot, the sound of Karlach’s rage just barely audible in the distance, a hologram that appeared eerily like Gale was knelt before the fire. “Gale?”

“Good evening! I am here on behalf of Gale of Waterdeep.” The projection said, “He asked that I maintain the cook-pot and serve tonights meal.”

“I see.” Tav folded her arms across her chest, “So, if you ‘re not Gale, where is Gale?”

The projection’s face slumped and frowned. “I’m sorry, Gale requested I not reveal his location. He gave very explicit instructions and from what little I could glean from him, it seemed a matter most urgent.”

Tav groaned, “Listen-“

“Rest assured, I can hear you.” The projection said in earnest, turning to face her. “Is there anything else I can help you with this evening?”

“No, thank you.” Tav rolled her eyes and sulked away. She knew he couldn’t be far.

Gale made sure to stay close enough that Tav, determined as she was, would find him. He pulled at strings of the weave, teals and blues that littered the shadow-cursed skies with a forbidden reality. It sent euphoria down his spine as the colors and sensations flowed through him, away from him, and into the conjuring above. It felt like poetry incarnate, music that you could taste.

“Gale?” His neck snapped and his gaze met Tav’s. He felt the heat rise to his cheeks and he stood, brushing off his pants.

“Sorry… you startled me.”

“What are you doing out here?” There was no need to answer since she turned her gaze upward. He heard the hitch in her breathing and it made his stomach churn with longing.

Despite her valiant attempts to disguise her thoughts, the smallest things reveal their truths.

Tav’s lips parted and she ran her tongue over them. He studied her expression, enraptured by the way her brows furrowed and rose in delight. The way the darkness of her pupils widened as she gazed up at the facade. His facade.

Gale was hyperaware of how her body shifted, it swayed closer to him and inhaled deeply. Her eyes looked heavy with sleep, gleaming under the light of his false stars.

There were no words in any tongue that could capture the exchange between them. They spoke without words, seeing into one another’s naked souls in a way only lovers do.

After a few moments, Gale choked out: “I’m so sorry-“

Tav pressed her fingers against his lips and shook her head. Gale wrapped his hands around hers and rubbed small circles with his thumb into the palm of her hand. He watched her carefully, noting how her thumb pressed deeper into his lip.

Dare he pursue her? Dare he kiss her, despite everything?

Time came to halt. It waited for them. There was nothing to say.

Gale shivered, goosebumps rising on his skin as she traced her thumb across his bottom lip and across his cheek. He held her wrist, delicately, as her hand wrapped around his neck. He frowned as he felt her hand tense and drop suddenly.

Tears flooded her eyes as her voice fell. “How am I supposed to forgive you?” A bitter sting, the lump in his throat suffocating. “How am I supposed to hate you? How am I supposed to allow you to do Mystra’s bidding and pretend I do not care?” She turned and wiped her tears with both hands in a sudden, firm motion. She shook her head, and stared at him. Gale stared back in stunned silence. “Well?” She said, gesturing.

“Well…” Gale said, rubbing the back of his neck and pursed his lips. “Soon, you will not need to be bothered by it.” His voice dropped and he tilted his head up towards the swirling, ephemeral beauty of the stars. “If we find the heart of the Absolute, as we expect we will, I see no other course of action. There’s no point in running from the inevitable. Better to meet it, on my own terms.” He closed his eyes, inhaling deeply.

Tav’s voice was barely audible: “Nothing is inevitable.”

Gale shook his head, bewildered and let out a curt laugh. “Then what would you have me do? Defy Mystra once again? Allow the world to succumb to the horrors of becoming mind flayers?”

Although his questions were rhetorical, Tav responded. “I need you alive.”

Gale’s heart sunk. He felt his knees buckle and yet he stood tall, shutting his eyes. “You’ve done quite alright without me thus far, in fact far better than when I am near.” He sighed heavily and ran his fingers through his hair, his voice lower. “We both know the past cannot be changed, and the future becomes ever closer to being realized….”

“You’re a part of this world!” Tav interrupted, her arms flung out to the side. “Please…” her voice trembled with an unmistakable edge and her arms deflated. “….stay..” the rest of the words evaporated before they could leave her lips.

Gale looked at her. “Why?”

Tav huffed and all at once, it seemed she lost her bravado and courage. “Are you not afraid?”

“Afraid?” Gale turned, and ran both hands through his hair before turning to look back at her with a gentle smile. “No, I am terrified. Unfortunately, fear or courage or reason cannot change the charge I’ve been given.”

Tav’s eyes narrowed and she turned on her heel. “Fine. Do what you need to do, but do not expect my help to end your life. I won’t be part of it.”

“Tav?” The way he said her voice was like a song composed just for her. She stopped, though she did not turn around. “I likely only have a few nights, perhaps a ten-day, left. Care to indulge me for a moment? A moment together, nothing more.”

He heard her ragged breathing, and the two stood silently for a moment before she turned to face him. Her face was impossible to read. Or, the more likely scenario, was that Gale was too terrified to see the emotions written on her, despite all he had done.

“It’s not a trick I can repeat often, but tonight… tonight is different.” The weight of his impending doom rested heavily on his shoulders. The closer they burrowed into Moonrise, the more likely he was to meet his end. He wanted a moment of peace, of comfort, before plunging headfirst into the darkness.

“Let’s imagine the perfect night in Waterdeep, yes?” Gale began to move his hands and arms languidly, his mind plucking the threads of the weave as the reality before them transpired into nothingness. “The scene is this:” and suddenly the two were transported into a scenery unlike the one they stood. Gale watched as Tav’s eyes widened and soaked in the atmosphere. He felt his voice shake and his heart beating so intensely he thought he might erupt right then. “We stand in the room that is the centre of my universe. The sculptures, the paintings, the walls enlivened by the spines of a thousand books.” Gale gestured with his fingers and he watched Tav watch him. His face grew warm. “The grand piano plays the Lliirian suites all by itself, and…” Gale placed a hand on the small of Tav’s back as they step outside. “As we look out beyond the arches that lead to the terrace, we see the weary sun take its daily five into the sea.”

He had not shown any of his companions his home before. Prior to this adventure, hardly anyone other than his mother and Tara had seen the magnificence of what he built for himself. A nest. A safe haven. A prison.

He realized he likely would never see this view again. His face fell, and he felt Tav’s fingers run against his shoulders before she sat.

“Ah - my favorite spot. Many times, evening turned to night and back to daybreak once more while I sat here, lost in words.” He took a seat beside her, their knees brushing against one another in the way they do when two people are eager to know one another and yet, lack their courage.

“Hm…” she mused, trailing her fingers over the nearest book, The Art of the Night. “It’s funny, to see how much has changed and yet -“ her eyes lifted to meet his gaze. “You’re still spending your late nights reading. You always did have quite the rebellious streak…”

Gale’s brows lifted, his soul ached for her light-hearted teasing. He felt the chemistry between them palpably, as if merely sitting in this proximity was enough to imagine the citrus that lingered on her tongue from her tea, the smell of pine and wood and sweat that entwined in her musk. He cleared his throat, smirking.

“Oh, allow me to leave dangerously while I still can.” He laughed and his fingers trailed over hers, “The Art of the Night - it details the first thousand nights of a newly wed king and queen.” Their heads dipped, tilted towards one another and gazing down at the book, their tresses mingling. He felt her hair brush his forehead and shuddered. “They turned everything they did into an art. The art of conversation, of taste, of time honored and newly acquired. The art of the body,” Gale felt Tav’s leg resting against his and he turned his gaze to her. She was staring at him and quickly looked down. “The exploration and acceptance of the self and the other. The art of the night itself.”

They sat, frozen in amber as time stretched onward.

A voice, distant and yet too close pulled them both from the moment and Gale reigned in his vision of Waterdeep until they were left in the shadow-cursed field once more.

Halsin looked sheepishly at Gale and Tav. “My apologies - I was looking for a quiet moment, to see if I could connect with Thaniel and find the source of his missing essence. Had I realized the two of you were out here… I hope I’m not interrupting.” There was a teasing to Halsin’s voice, one of ancient knowing.

Gale and Tav looked to one another and Gale offered her a soft grin, and subtly took her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. “No, we were just about prepared to head back to camp. Tav was indulging me on a little voyage -“ he looked up at the sky, “It was about time to return to reality.”

Gale leaned forward and whispered into Tav’s ear. “Goodnight, Tav. Thank you for sharing in a moment of magic with me - I won’t soon forget it.” Despite himself, Gale trailed his lips across her ear and yet did not offer a kiss. A subtle brush of knowing, unable to do more without her enthusiastic consent.

She held fast to his wrist as he turned to walk away, and when he paused his stride she let go. He tried to meet her gaze and when he thought she would rather study the intricacy of the shadow-cursed ground she looked up at him, eyes full of words unspoken. “Goodnight, Gale.”

Perhaps there was hope for him yet.

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aller-geez · 1 year ago

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A Blooming Bromance

A platonic Remi x Rexar sickfic 🖤

Content warning: talk and description of marijuana use.

@thekinkyleopard as always, owns Levi 🖤

GUYS IM SO SORRY IT TOOK ME TWO ENTIRE MONTHS TO WRITE THIS FIC I TEASED BUT BETTER LATE THAN NEVER, RIGHT? 😭😭

So without further ado, Please enjoy some cute platonic snzy friendship between Rexar and our fav grumpy wolf boy 🥰🥰

It was the last day of their seven day cruise to Mexico and Remi had begun to feel himself dragging his tired feet behind an excited Levi who ran hand in hand with Kriia through the stalls and various shops scattered throughout each stop, while he followed behind at a much slower pace and made small talk with Rex. He only knew surface level things about the guy, and combined with his extremely laid back attitude, it made mind numbing chatter a little less mind numbing.

However, the day prior, the wolf had started to feel a little run down while on the groups normal outings. His throat felt a little scratchy, all of his muscles felt a little sore, and that all too familiar feeling of congestion began to set in behind his eyes. He begged his body inwardly to hold out for just one more day, and they could finally get back to their own bed and he could rest— but when he woke up the following day, he realized that his prayers had fallen on deaf ears.

“Babyyyyyyyy~ Wake up! It’s finally the day we get to go to the tide pools!” Levi chirped in his usually upbeat tone, bouncing his small frame off of his mate while he remained balled up under the mess of blankets that sprawled across their bed.

Remi muffled a groan into his pillow before a pair of dull green eyes were peeled open and a soft, unproductive cough escaped his already raw throat. “Hhm?”

As if a premonition to what was to come, the raven haired man was suddenly forced to a sitting position as a string of harsh sneezes tore through him. “hh'IETSH’UE! H'ihhSHHhhiew! Hh'IISHH!”

Levi blinked for a second, before his optimistic expression was quickly replaced by one of disappointment. “Bless you baby.” The feline frowned. He had been looking forward to dragging Remi to the tide pools; it was all that the smaller man could talk about for months and honestly the entire reason he decided to book the cruise for the four of them.

“Oof, you feeling okay?” He asked cautiously with a slight cringe as he sat on the bed next to a rather dazed Remi, even if he already knew the answer to his question. Maybe there was a chance—.

“Ndo.” Remi replied simply, his voice already thick with congestion. Running a sleeve under his nostrils that subtly gleamed with moisture, the wolf tried to snort back the sticky obstruction that lay between his throat and sinuses, although the action only ended in a short fit of ticklish coughs and a deepening to Levi’s concerned expression. “I feel extrebmely shiddy actually..” he grumbled once he was able to catch his breath.

“— but still okay enough to go to the tide pools for our last day on our cruise though, right?” Levi tried once more, this time batting his eyelashes and giving Remi the most pitiful puppy dog eyes he could manage, knowing full well that the large wolf was wrapped around his finger and would do anything the leopard asked, with enough begging of course.

At first, the wolf’s expression became more intense, his eyebrows knitting together on his forehead and his eyes narrowing into almost a glare. He hated it when Levi begged him like that. Mostly because of how powerless he was to deny the adorable pout across his mate’s pink lips and dappled cheeks. But within a second, it softened again, without a trace of anger or frustration hiding in his dim green eyes. The wolf let out a breathy chuckle, shaking his head softly back and forth.

“You dnow I hate it whend you pull that shit..” Remi shot a side eye to his mate with a small smirk, but his attention was quickly ripped away again as his nostrils flared helplessly, his mouth falling open as his thick eyelashes began to flutter against his cheeks.

“ihh- ih’TTSSHH!! hhh’ISCHIh!! Fuckidn’ A!” The canine growled in frustration, his dim, emerald eyes quickly scanning the area around him for something to blow his nose into. When his gaze met with the black wifebeater tank top he had worn the day before that hung off of the side of the bed, he sighed in frustration, but still swiped it up in his large hands and balled it up to press his reddening nose into it. The productive gurgling sound made them both wince as he soaked through the fabric easily, although it did absolutely nothing to relieve him of the congestion that packed into his sinuses.

After a moment, Remi finally tossed an apologetic glance toward the leopard, but the icey blue eyes of his mate were glued to his phone screen as his thin freckled fingers flew across the keys. Pinching his nose gently in the fabric before tossing it to the floor, the wolf grunted softly in disapproval, crossing his muscular arms over his chest.

“Who are you even texting right now?”

Levi looked up quickly, flashing a sheepish grin. “Sorry Rem, just Kriia. She’s trying to tell me they have to cancel today too cause I guess Rex woke up with whatever you have, too.” His freckled fingers continued to fly across the screen as he spoke. The wolf furrowed his brow, not willing to let the smaller male go out alone in a strange place, no matter how shitty he felt. He opened his mouth to admit defeat, but was quickly interrupted.

“— so I told her to bring him here to hang out with you while we go to the tide pools~” the leopard giggled, holding his phone out in front of him to proudly display their conversation.

“…. Ndo you diddt..” Remi gave the other a look of disbelief, snatching the phone from Levi’s ivory fingers and reading the messages. Sure as shit—

The wolf sighed loudly, slumping his shoulders and handing Levi his phone back. “I’bm ndot a fuckigg baby sitterrrr…” Remi nearly whined, throwing his head back dramatically and rubbing his temples.

The leopard scoffed softly at his mate’s theatrics, placing a small hand onto Remi’s head before lacing his fingers into the thick, raven colored strands. “You aren’t baby sitting; Rex is the same age as you, baby. It’s just two guys, hanging out and killing time while you’re both sick. It’ll be fine.” Levi flashed a reassuring smile and placed a chaste kiss against his mate’s dampened forehead.

The sudden knock on their cabin door started both of them, however Kriia’s voice quickly filled the nervous silence.

“Guys! It’s us! Open up~” the elf girl called through the door happily.

Levi smiled brightly, pleased to have someone around with the same level of enthusiasm, and he nearly skipped to the door to greet them. Flinging open the door, the redhead beamed brightly at the leopard. “Hey!” She waved at Levi before her hand disappeared to the blind spot behind the door. “C’mon baby, Remi won’t bite you.” The girl chuckled, flashing an amused grin to Levi as she pulled a maroon lump of blankets into eyesight and into the room. “That’s ndot how everyonde else mbakes it seemb.” Rexar’s scratchy voice was muffled into the huge comforter wrapped around his lanky frame, followed by a breathless chuckle as Kriia hurried him into the room. The pyro sniffed sharply, swiping his dampened nostrils against his already sopping hoodie sleeve, the shade of the raw, chapped appendage nearly matched his crimson fringe that sprawled across his forehead.

Kriia offered her mate an empathetic frown, ghosting her fingertips across Rex’s back as he crossed in front of her to sit at the tiny dining area, but he simply shook his head with an enthusiastic grin.

“Dod’t worry about me, Prindcess.” The canine’s grin somehow managed to grow wider as he reassured her, reaching out to squeeze her hand gently in his palm. “Go have fudn at the tide pools with Levi, add I’ll be here whend you get back.”

Kriia and Levi beamed back at him, both extremely thankful that at least one of the two men were reasonable. Swiftly the redhead hooked her arm around the cats, not wanting to waste any more time than they already had. “Well, you heard him! C’mon, sweet cheeks!” She winked with a mischievous grin, dragging Levi to the door without giving him another moment to even consider staying back in the room.

“Call me if you guys need anything, kay, Rem? I love you, be good!” The cat shouted as he was removed from the room by his ecstatic friend.

The wolf watched them go rather sadly, although his gaze quickly shifted over to Rexar as the door shut behind them.

Making small talk with the guy while they were forced to follow their mates through the never ending stalls and shops was one thing, but being stuck in a small hotel room for an entire day with him when you feel like you were hit by a truck was a completely different story.

Subconsciously, the wolf raised one eyebrow slowly as he watched Rex get comfortable in his seat, his laptop opened and set out on the table in front of him, along with a pair of seemingly well loved wireless earbuds. The case that housed his earbuds had dark singe marks on the outside, the crimson plastic of the case almost peeling away in some places where it had been melted. With a thick, viscous sniffle, Rexar wiped his streaming nose on the corner of the comforter wrapped around his shoulders this time, leaving a wet trail against the fabric before cracking an apologetic grin to the still silent wolf who sat upright in the bed.

“Sorry, I kndow I’m probably super gross and easily the last persodn you wadda see right dnow, right?” The pyro had less energy than he usually did, his hoarse voice making it difficult to keep up his usual banter as well. He reached into the bag that he brought with him, hidden underneath his large comforter, and pulled out a full box of tissues that were set on top of the table he sat at. “Feel free to help yourself; I know I’ll probably— hh— use this whole—..” Rex’s usual calm, laid back demeanor was suddenly twisted into one of desperation as he hurried to pop open the box, as well as snag a few and tent them over his face in time..

“HIIH’NKXSHH! H’KngxsstSH! nXGtCHhh!” The pyro pitched forward, a handful of tissues crammed over his nose and mouth that smothered the embers that exploded from his face before they could catch fire to anything. “Fuck, Bless mbe, sorry!” Rexar chuckled breathlessly before soaking the handful of tissues with a few deep blows of his nose.

Remi could only furrow his brow self consciously when he made eye contact with the redhead again afterward, though his nerve broke instantly. “Bless you—“ the wolf muttered quietly, words that almost never came out of his mouth except when directed at Levi, making even Rex stop what he was doing and flash Remi another grin, despite how crappy he was currently feeling.

“Thandks! But I would’t hold your breath, you’ll be tired of sayigg that withidn the h—.. hour with hhH—.. how— per—.. h'ieXSHHH! Hxxtschhh! HIH’NKxXSHH! Damnd! See?!” The redhead laughed a little, scrubbing the red, leaking appendage on his face vigorously with his index finger. The smoke that usually flowed freely from Rexar’s nose was no where to be seen except when he sneezed those messy triples, and then suddenly a huge cloud of it burst forth from his momentarily unclogged nostrils along with another shower of embers.

“Krii was telling mbe you get odne of these modnster colds like odnce a modnth? How do you survive themb? I feel like I have mbore ndose goo in mby head thadn braidns..” The canine snuffled weakly with a laugh, dragging yet another tissue from the box and drenching the soft paper with another wet gurgle.

The closing statement from the other the corners of Remi’s mouth turn up into a small smirk. He couldn’t deny the fact that Rex was extremely amusing, as much as he really wanted to dislike the guy, and that was something for the usually ornery and defensive canine.

See? As long as his body continued to cooperate with him and his usual constant string of desperate, exhausting sneezes whenever he came down with something were kept at bay, this sick day with Rex would be a walk in the park.

Remi cleared his throat, the sharp stinging from within making him wince slightly. “Yeah, mby Ibbude systebm is shit.” The wolf responded simply, his words rounded from his own congestion, although at the end of his sentence, he began to feel the tickle from deep within his sinus cavity begin to grow; the one thing he asked his body NOT to do.. Using his index and middle finger knuckles, the canine scrubbed his septum in small circles, hoping to stave off the inevitable. But he already knew it was too late when his huge chest began to hike up a few times as his breath snagged.

“H'ihhSHHhhiew! iit’shHIEW! Hnkt'KNXTuhh! Hhh— heh’iTTSHH’iiEW!! Hiihh— ihh- ih’TTSSHH!! Ssnddfffff!!” Remi sneezed harshly into his sleeve and grimaced at how damp it already felt against his skin before his newly focused vision was caught by the pyro, who studied him with tired eyes from across the room for a second. Feeling the full force of the fit against his open palm, the wolf dared not lower his hand even slightly before getting a tissue, although his embarrassment almost immobilized him. A few more seconds pass in silence, and the flush to the wolf’s cheeks only continued to deepen as time went on.

Suddenly, Rexar was overwhelmed by small, breathless chuckles that quickly evolved into full on laughter, although a sharp coughing fit put an end to it quickly. Once able to catch his breath again, the grin across his face was huge but genuine and he was still fighting off short chuckles as he spoke.

“Bless you, Jesus fuck. Yo, you good?!” Rex laughed loudly again.

If this was any other person, Remi’s ego would have definitely taken a hit, thus creating a resentment for the redhead. But somehow, his humor was lighthearted and even the wolf himself couldn’t help but chuckle through his fingers, although the other’s question went unanswered. Sniffling thickly behind his large hand that was still held in front of his face, Remi finally willed his aching body to peel itself out of the damp hotel bed and shuffle to the table where Rexar was sitting.

Without even being asked, the pyro knowingly snagged the quickly dwindling box of tissues from the table in front of him and offered it to the wolf with an innocent grin on his face.

“Here— my bad. Didn’t mean to hog them all!” He chuckled, running his long fingers back through his somewhat knotted white and crimson locks before palming the back of his neck sheepishly.

The wolf was almost stunned for a second, completely thrown off by his guest’s cheerful, helpful attitude despite the circumstances. After a moment, Remi swiped the box from Rexar’s outstretched hand with an almost untrusting glance, yanking a few out to blow his nose again before quickly cleaning himself up of any mess that was forced from his full nose and disposing of the tissues into the trash.

Satisfied for the time being, Remi sighed as he trudged back towards the large couch that sat off to the side of the spacious room, throwing his sore body across the furniture with a slightly pained grunt. He lay there motionless for a few moments, completely absorbed in the comfort of the strange couch. The wolf had no intention of passing out, but his body seemed to have other plans..

Though he would definitely deny it, Remi’s eyelids began to grow heavier and heavier as he sprawled out on couch; his soft, inevitable snuffles as he tried to get air through the wall of congestion in his nose slowly dissolved into a full snore.

It was so easy for the canine to forget his guest, however, the pyro wasn’t too bothered. Besides, there was still 13 songs left on Toad Biscuit’s album to master..

—Though he would be the first to admit that this final, tedious step was his least favorite of the entire process.

With a sharp, thick sniffle, and a glint of determination in his uniquely colored eyes, Rexar pulled up the comforter that hung lazily over his shoulders and again wrapped it more securely around his lanky frame while he adjusted slightly in the chair and his gaze stayed locked onto his computer screen.

After only a few minutes, Rex suddenly froze with a look of horror replacing the calm, laidback expression he had plastered on his face, his gaze quickly flying to Remi’s sleeping body that still lay motionless sprawled on the couch.

‘Fuck, really, nose? You always have impeccable timing..’ the redhead grumbled inwardly, scrubbing his quivering nostrils on the back of his wrist in hopes of avoiding the inevitable.

Surprisingly, his forceful approach seemed to convince the persistent tickle to climb back up into his full sinuses.. but the relief lasted him only a few fleeting moments.

“Hhh—! H’KngxsstSH! nXGtCHhh! Hih— ehhh'NGXX!!” Rexar tried desperately to stifle the ticklish sneezes that forced its way out to avoid disturbing Remi, although the shower of embers scattering across the table top and the pyros laptop were loud enough to subsequently jolt the wolf awake again. The canine’s thick black hair stuck out wildly in every direction as his emerald eyes scanned the room in confusion. When his gaze finally fell on Rexar who was still sitting at the table with his thick comforter pressed tightly to his suddenly flushed face, Remi quickly adverted his eyes to the floor as his cheeks lit up to match the redhead’s.

“Fuck, I’bm sorry, I didd’t mbeand to—“ the two men reply at the exact moment, before breaking to snort a chuckle at the situation.

Desperate to alleviate the new, slightly awkward atmosphere in the room, the wolf cleared his throat with a small grimace.

“Hey, you trynda sbmoke a blunt? I cad throw od sombe mbinddless TV if you wadnt— I’bm sure you’re bored..” Remi offered, shrugging as he slumped back against the couch, his neon green eyes that were much dimmer than usual scanned the pyro’s reaction for any uneasiness. Of course, Rex was nothing but enthusiastic.

“Fuck, yes please, I’m hella dowdn dude. Anythigg but masterigg this damnd album, ond god..” Rex let out a slightly sheepish chuckle as he stood from his seat, stopping to completely secure the comforter around his broad shoulders and snag the box of tissues from the table before making his way to the couch and plopping himself down next to the wolf. “I do gotta wardn you though.. it’s probably godda make me sdneeze.. so.. beware of that.” He laughed as he palmed the back of his neck sheepishly.

By this time, Remi had already fished out his massive grinder, a pack of Irish Cream Dutch Master cigarillos, and baggie of dark purple herb from one of the almost untouched suitcases that was propped up next to the bed. “Do whatever you godda do. Cand you gridd these while I gut this?” The wolf asked offhandedly, holding out the baggie and his grinder for Rex to take.

The pyro grinned again with a nod, taking the items in his own warm hands and removing the top to the grinder and setting both pieces on his lap. The plastic baggie crinkled softly as he pulled open the zipper, and without thinking, Rex plunged his nose into the bag and attempted to inhale deeply, wanting to take in the pleasurable aroma. However, he only was able to nearly snort, the congestion that made his sinuses home refusing to allow air to pass through, and his cheerful expression faded to one of disappointment.

“Fuck, I forgot..” he mumbled, more so to himself than the wolf, and Remi couldn’t help but laugh deeply, shaking his head with his trademark smirk as he pulled a cigar from the plastic pouch and began to split it down one side between his thumbs.

Rex began to remove the buds from the bag, carefully destemming each one as he broke it apart and stuffed the smaller pieces into the teeth of the grinder, and replaced the top. Smashing the top down with one hand, and tightly gripping the bottom with his other, the pyro began to roughly twist the grinder back and forth until he felt no more resistance, and finally held it out again towards Remi with a grin.

By this time, the wolf had split the entire cigar down the side, and emptied the tobacco guts into the trash that sat next to the couch. With a soft, ticklish cough, Remi cleared his throat before nodding his appreciation to the other, and taking it from his freckled hand.

“Thandks. You wadda fidd somethigg to watch while I roll this?” He offered, raising an eyebrow towards the tv remote that sat on the coffee table in front of the other.

“You got it! I godda show you this odne show Kriia’s got me stuck odn..” the redhead beamed with excitement as he scrambled to lean forward to swipe the remote from the table and turn on the tv.

Glancing up at the tv momentarily, the canine dumped the contents of the grinder into the wrap, and finally began to roll up a blunt for them to share.

Rex had the same huge grin plastered on his face as he turned on a show called “Love Island” and settled back into his comforter against the back of the couch.

The wolf tossed a quizzical look towards the pyro, who met his eyes with both palms raised in front of him defensively.

“Trust mbe, I had the sambe reactiond..” he laughed before swiping at nose quickly with a freckled wrist.

Remi had his doubts, however, he did ask him to find something to watch, so he couldn’t complain all that much.

After a few minutes of Rex’s show filling the silence between them, the wolf held out his hand to show off a perfectly rolled blunt with a proud smirk. “Bars.” He chuckled with pride before putting it between his lips.

“Deed a light?” The pyro asked with a raised eyebrow, and Remi nodded. With a quick snap of his fingers, a small flame shot from the tip of the redhead’s index finger, licking up from the bottom of the blunt and igniting the tip as the other inhaled. After taking a long drag, the wolf removed it from his lips and blew out a large cloud of smoke that slowly spread across the room, before finally passing it. Almost as soon as the smoke left the canine’s lips, Rexar’s eyes began to water, causing him to squint as he took the blunt in his own hand and put it to his lips. He, too, took a long drag and blew out an equally thick cloud, but near instantly his breath snagged and he began to hitch with desperation.

“Hhh—…” The pyro half whined from the intensity, however his expression seemed nearly stuck for a few moments before he sighed, shaking his head. “Ndope, lost it.” He chuckled with an unproductive sniffle, taking another drag off of the blunt before passing it back.

Remi couldn’t help but study him cautiously, but eventually cracked a smirk and took the blunt again. “It’s good, yeah?�� He asked, trying to make small talk before inhaling again.

“For sure! It’s rea—.. hhh.. real t— tastyyy—! et’tCHOO!! HH— hah’ESSHH’IUE!! hh'ieXSHHH!!” The pyro muffled his sneeze into the comforter wrapped around his shoulders, a few stray embers dancing through the air and across the floor. “Bless mbe.” He mumbled, producing a liquidy sniffle and a breathy exhale.

“—bless you. Do you always sndeeze in threes?” The wolf asked with a slightly awkward chuckle, coughing deeply to the side for a moment before handing the blunt back.

Rexar looked up with a smirk, taking the blunt between his fingers.

“Literally always.” He replied matter-of-factly, shifting his weight in his spot on the couch and leaning his suddenly heavy head against the back of the couch and hitting the blunt again.

The two passed the blunt back and forth until it was nothing but wrap left, every few times it was passed resulted in another firey triple erupting from Rex, who proceeded to bless himself and brush it off.

Remi smashed the roach into the side of the trash can beside him, putting it out, and tossed it onto the table before slumping back into the couch. He felt extremely heavy, but in a good way, his aching body easily getting comfortable within the soft cushions of the couch. His reddened eyes lazily focused on the show that played on the tv, trying to absorb anything of substance. “Wait, is this evedn the first episode of this show?” He asked after a moment, raising an eyebrow as he looked over at Rex.

The pyro’s blank, open mouthed expression that was lost in the TV didn’t change for a few moments, until suddenly he realized he was being spoken to.

“Shit, sorry, imb mad zooted. I probably should have started it from the begiddidng huh?” He laughed at his own stupidity, grabbing the remote from beside him and adjusting the tv.

Remi burst out in a deep, genuine laugh that shortly dissolved into a harsh coughing fit, but afterward he wasn’t left with a frustrated grimace on his face. He was actually slightly enjoying the others company, although he would never admit to that. The wolf shook his head with a smile as he leaned more into the couch, propping his head up on his elbow, and his focusing his attention on the tv again. After no more than 30 minutes of near silence besides the tv, and the soft coughs or unproductive sniffles of either man, his vision began to unfocus and his eyelids would flutter closed for a moment, before flying back open, trying desperately to fight off his own body’s exhaustion.

His efforts to stay awake worked for a while, but not for long. Soon the quiet, rhythmic sounds of his congested snores replaced his occasional sniffling, and his chin began to slide from his palm, his heavy head lolling towards the redhead.

When Remi’s head inevitably fell to land roughly against Rex’s shoulder, the redhead gasped in surprise, but upon the realization of the situation, he smiled gently. Honestly, he had no idea why everyone seemed to have so much of a distaste for the big guy. He wasn’t all that bad once you got past his defensive outer shell. Chuckling under his breath, he returned his gaze back to the tv that continued to drone on in the background, and leaned his head closer to Remi’s ever so slightly.

“Awh, don’t worry, bud. I had fun with you today too~” Rex whispered with a smug smile on his face, very gently patting to the top of the wolf’s head.

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chaotic-orphan · 2 years ago

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June of Doom, Day Seventeen:

“Don’t lie to me” : accident // doubt // gaslighting

I have been just obsessing over Miguel O’Hara… what a sexy sexy man, anywho…

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Hero followed Superhero down to the cells, hot on his heels after they heard the sirens. Superhero skidded to a stop in front of Villain’s, Hero stopping a foot away, panting.

Superhero was panting too, Hero could tell by the rise and fall of his muscled shoulders. Hero knew. They knew Villain was gone, escaped but they had to see for themselves. They swallowed and took hesitant steps to where Superhero was.

The cell was empty. A small note left on the cot. Superhero was silent. Menacingly so. Hero walked into the cell and picked the note left off the bed, flicking it open.

Hero’s blood ran cold at the first word.

Hero. Their name. Villain addressed their escape note to Hero and when Superhero—

“Why does Villain know your name, Hero?”

Hero jumped, turning to see Superhero standing behind them. They had seen. They had read the note over Hero’s shoulder.

“I—“

“Don’t,” said Superhero, holding an impatient hand up, stepping towards Hero. “Don’t lie to me.”

“I’m not! I don’t know ho—“

Superhero hand a hand on the base of Hero’s throat and slammed them against the wall. Hero let out a surprised oof as their back hit the brick with a sharp thud.

“How. Does Villain. Know. Your. Name?” Superhero asked their voice dipping low and threatening as they pressed a strong hand against Hero’s throat. Hero’s hand reached up instinctively wrapping around Superhero’s wrist, trying to loosen the grip.

“I— it was an accident, Superhero, I swear.”

Superhero stepped back not moving their hand from Hero’s throat. “An accident?”

Hero’s wide eyes searched Superhero’s face for any hint of anything. “Yes. An accident… I—“

“An accident is something out of your control Hero. Leaving on time and getting stuck in traffic and being late for work is an accident. Forgetting your ID at home is an accident. So tell me, is telling a Villain your name an accident? Was it forcefully pulled from your lips?”

“I—“ Hero began, stopping themselves as they searched for the words. Their chest was still rising and falling under Superhero’s hand rapidly, as if they were tired from running, but this was different. “I— I’m sorry.”

Superhero let go of Hero’s throat and Hero kept their back pinned to the wall. Superhero turned slightly away from Hero, letting out a sigh. “No, Hero. I’m sorry. I’m sorry I thought you were ready for the field.”

“Superhero—“

“No, Hero. Everyone told me you weren’t ready. That you were insolent and unable to follow the rules, but I let my feelings blind me to all the warning signs.”

“Superhero, it was an…”

Superhero’s glare cut into Hero and Hero shut their mouth. “An accident?”

“A mistake…” Hero corrected, voice small, not meeting Superhero’s eyes. The guilt pooled in their gut at Superhero’s disappointment.

Superhero had taken a risk in taking Hero on as their sidekick, their mentee and Hero had let them down. Superhero stepped close to Hero again, their touch much more gentle this time. A knuckle under Hero’s chin tilting their head up to look Superhero in the eyes.

“I forgive you, Hero,” said Superhero. Hero swallowed hard, heart pounding against their chest. Superhero’s eyes darkened along with their words as they continued/ “Now we have to fix your mistake, okay? We will re-capture Villain and next time they won’t get the chance to escape.”

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antisociallilbrat · 2 years ago

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Even When The Sun Rises, Don't Wake Me Chp. 8

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Chp. 7

A/N: Look at me with a semi-timely update, wow. Also I may feel like crap but I still updated this fic *finger guns*

“This is so stupid.”

“You’re just saying that because you suck at it.”

Mike huffs from where he lays on the wet grass, it sticking to his jacket. His knee and elbow pads still manage to dig through his clothes and poke him uncomfortably. It’s mid-January now and surprisingly most of the snow has gone away, but still leaving behind wet and cold weather in its wake. He thinks he preferred the snow, it at least gave him an excuse to avoid this little tryst.

“Come on, get up nerd. I’m not giving up on you yet,” Max attempts to pull him off his grass mound, the one he so ungraciously fell into, and groans in frustration when he doesn’t make a move to help her. She huffs at him, “Are you seriously going to let a skateboard defeat you? A skateboard, of all things?”

He rolls off of the grass, sitting up so he can glare at the offending object. Oh, how he regrets getting it for Max. No, he doesn’t. How was he supposed to know she’d insist on teaching him how to ride it? What’s the point of a skateboard when there are perfectly good bikes?! He tells Max so.

Max hops on the board, swaying it back and forth, rolling her eyes, “Bikes are for nerds, nerd. Skateboards are for the cool kids.”

“I can’t believe you just called yourself a ‘cool’ kid. That’s like, the most uncool thing you can do.”

“And what would you know about being cool?” She snaps back.

“I know that cool kids don’t call themselves ‘cool’,” he says with an ease of confidence. Max is getting annoyed and honestly…he’s having fun. It’s reminiscent of their youth, purposefully aggravating Max.

“Whatever!” She brushes off, “Are you getting back on the board or are you afraid of busting your ass again?”

Mike ignores her as he stands and stares down at his opponent. Is he really going to let a little board with wheels defeat him? If Max can do it then surely he can too. “Move off, I’ll try again.”

He ignores how she mutters, “That’s what I thought,” under her breath.

She stands back as he takes his place on the board, wobbling. He’s taller than her, it stands to reason that that’s why he is struggling with his balance. On reflex, he grabs onto her shoulders to balance. She barely contains her giggles at his nervousness.

“Stop overthinking it Mike!” she chides, but she does grab his wrists from he’s holding onto her. It steadies him a little.

His legs are wobbling on the stupid board and he wants to scoff at her, overthinking it? This thing was only invented to cause pain! He’s already wiped out twice this morning!

A finger poking at his forehead forces his focus to snap down toward Max, who still has her finger outstretched. Before he can tell her off she just laughs, “Sorry I had to poke the frustration wrinkle. I’m surprised it’s not embedded in your skin at this point.”

“Frustration wrink-?!” He starts to squawk until the board slips from under his feet and he’s back on the grass, the wind being knocked out his chest. Except for this time he managed to pull Max down with him, her elbow going right into his gut. “Oof.”

But Max’s nose collides right into the top of his helmet and she’s pulling off of him, cursing up a storm. “Why did you wear that fucking helmet?!”

“For protection!”

“Does this look like protection?!” Blood is pooling in her hands and he’s starting to feel a little bad. Not that he’d say it.

“Come on,” he pulls her to her feet, grabs her skateboard before it can roll away, and starts to lead her back inside his apartment.

Emily and Derek are out at classes so it’s just Bill who’s inside. Sitting on the couch, munching away at Derek’s Chips’ Ahoy. (The berating he got from Derek when he came back from winter break obviously had little effect.)

When Bill glances up he just raises an eyebrow, “I th-thought it would be MM-Mike who got hurt today.” At this point none of his roommates bat an eye at Max's constant presence.

“Yeah well dipshit had a change of plans,” Max spits out, sitting on the stool at their kitchen bar. She yanks a handful of paper towels off of the roll and holds it to her nose. They’re quickly soaked.

Mike ignores both of them and gets an ice pack out of the freezer. He holds it out to Max and she snatches it away, “Hold that to your face ya big baby.”

“Big baby?! You did this!”

“Well maybe you shouldn’t have tried to get me to skateboard then,” he states simply.

He has to contain his smile as Max gets more worked up, “Oh I’m sorry! I just thought that a skateboard should be easy peasy considering we fought interdimensional monst-” She cuts herself off.

They both look at Bill, who’s too engrossed in whatever sci-fi show that’s on tv to notice Max’s slip of the tongue. But Mike is more worried about their phones than Bill overhearing. He can never shake off the feeling that he’s being monitored. They’re not supposed to talk about that stuff. Not out loud, not without the code names. Mall fire instead of Mindflayer battle.

“As I was saying,” Max picks up, probably eager to move past this moment, “I thought you could handle skateboarding.”

Mike starts wiping up the blood that’s splattered on the ground, “It’s not a matter of if I can handle it or not. Frankly, it’s unnerving. How do you break? How do you control your speed? It’s a death trap waiting to happen.”

“Okay Mom,” she rolls her eyes, “This explains all your safety gear, nerd.”

“Safety first,” he mimics high pitched. Who he’s mimicking he’s not sure, maybe just every safety commercial ever. It dawns on him then. He is becoming his mom. Oh no.

“Are you done bleeding everywhere?” he asks, now anxious to prove that he is not becoming his mom.

Max waves him off, now just holding just a napkin to her nose, “I’m getting there. Sorry that my nose bleeding that you caused is inconveniencing you .”

He hums and yanks her to her feet, ignoring her protests, “Come on. I’m going to learn how to ride this fucking board.”

Bill shouts out a “You gg-got this Mike!” as they close the front door.

Max is very much amused as she watches him yank off all his safety gear, standing smugly on his front porch. “Nice helmet hair.”

He flips her off as he takes her board down to the sidewalk. Trying to show more confidence than he actually has, he plants both his feet on the board. His arms go out to try to maintain his balance but he’s not as wobbly as he was.

“Look at you,” she comes up from behind him, “You’re managing to stay on the board. Now you just need to move.” She pushes the board with her foot, sending him down the small decline of the sidewalk.

“Max!” Oh, he’s starting to pick up speed. He doesn’t like this.

“Push off with your foot! Control your speed that way!” She shouts, jogging to keep up with him.

Control his speed?! He probably looks like a lunatic sailing down the sidewalk! Does he bend his knees or keep them straight?! Why didn’t he think to ask this?! “Max! Help!”

Maybe it’s okay to be turning into his mom, then he wouldn’t be in situations like this. He’s whipping past the mailboxes now, like a bullet that’s been shot out of a gun. His hair blows into his face and gets in his mouth. He’s trying to spit it back out when all of a sudden he’s airborne .

Everything is moving in slow motion as he flies over the road. The sidewalk ended. Huh. Should’ve seen that one coming. He wishes he still had his helmet on.

Somehow he flies over the harsh concrete of the road and ends up in a mud puddle on the other side of it. His jeans are soaked and it’s seeping into his jacket. Some of it is even in his hair.

“Mike! Shit, are you okay?”

Nothing feels broken so he counts that as a win. He’s more so in disbelief. His silence must worry Max because she approaches him cautiously, “Mike, you good?”

He waits till she’s in range before lunging, pulling her down into the mud puddle with him. “Mike!” she screeches. He throws a handful of mud right at her chest. She shoves him back into the mud. Mike in turn retaliates with more mud.

But the funny thing is in all this commotion, they’ve both started laughing. Because this is absolutely ridiculous. They’re fighting, in the mud, on a corner of a street. How did they get here?

By the end of it, they’re both covered. It’s on their faces and matting their hair. When was the last time he played in the mud? He doesn’t think ever got to as a kid, his mom would have had a conniption.

They start to make their way back to his apartment. The sun is starting to set and they need to wash up and get ready. Tonight is a big deal.

He eyes Max out of the corner of his eye. There’s a streak of mud going right across her face and she’s twirling one of the wheels of her skateboard. She looks lost in her thoughts and he knows she’s also thinking about tonight.

“Are you ready for the meeting?” he asks.

She spins the wheel faster, “Ready to be surrounded by a bunch of drug addicts spilling out their woes? I could think of funner ways to spend a Friday night.”

Like shooting up.

He bypasses her incorrect wording of ‘funner’, just barely, and says: “Well you know, you fall into that category too now.”

She grunts, “Not yet I don’t.”

“Think of it this way, maybe we’ll hear some interesting stories,” He walks out so that he’s walking in front of her, backward so that they’re face to face.

There’s a smirk tugging in the corner of her lips, “I think using an NA meeting for entertainment would be frowned upon.”

“Yeah, well, I’m just happy we’re finally going.” And he’s being honest. Since the snowstorm incident, Max has kept herself clean but she’s been dodging the NA meetings. The meetings are there to help her stay clean. The only reason they’re going tonight is that he agreed to let her try to teach him how to skateboard in exchange.

She can be a real pain in the ass sometimes but he’s starting to see color back in her cheeks and more just more Max in general so it’s worth it.

Max grabs him before he trips on a rock he didn’t see coming, pulling him so he’s back to walking next to her. “You’re such a dork.”

Thinking that that’s that, he doesn’t think much of it when she has nothing else to say about the NA meeting. It’s only when they’re taking off their muddy shoes at the front door that she murmurs, “Thanks, Mike.”

That thank you carries him for the rest of the day, not that he’d ever admit that.

A/N: This was just fluff, a filler chapter if you will. Hence why it was so short.

Also I just wanted a scene of Max trying to teach Mike to skateboard.

Hehe anyways next chapter is going to hurt <3

#madwheeler #mike wheeler #max mayfield #stranger things 4 #stranger things

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be-with-me-so-happily · 3 years ago

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Summary: Y/N (stylist!yn) applies to be a styling intern for the One Direction crew during the Where We Are tour. As she gets better at her job and closer to the band and crew (especially Harry Styles), some of her dreams seem to be coming true, but so are some of her fears.

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CHAPTER 30 -

NOW YOU KNOW ME, FOR YOUR EYES ONLY

A/N: Oof. I'm an emotional wreck over here. I think this is my best chapter yet. It definitely is my longest. I have been waiting to write this since... well, a very long time for sure. I hope you like reading it as much as I liked writing it!

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>> Warnings: Some language (always), mild jealousy, alcohol consumption, partying, mentions of parental cheating

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June 30th, 2015

It's Natalie's birthday, so you and Levi planned a little getaway. Of course, she caught on quickly, so it wasn't a surprise anymore. And she asked for just a few, specific things.

She wants it on the beach, she wants your close friends there, and she wants a lot of alcohol.

As you pull up, with Natalie and Levi, to the beach house you have rented, you feel an extreme amount of excitement building up. A beach party in general is fun, but a 'Natalie' beach party is going to be something else.

It's a big house. It has a wrap-around porch, tons of windows, a pool, and a staircase leading directly to the beach. It is beautiful, and perfect for the party.

You claim a room with an ocean view, before everyone else arrives, and open the back doors to let the breeze blow in.

There's suddenly some chatter downstairs, which lets you know that some others have arrived, so you head back out.

The girls squeal when they see you. Jade and Dana run up and give you a big group hug.

"Dream Team together again!" Jade shouts.

"Okay, this is clearly not for me…" Levi states, grabbing his bags and taking them to the room Natalie picked.

The four of you giggle.

"I'm so glad you could come!" Natalie exclaims.

"We can only stay til the morning, but we wouldn't miss it! This one told us about your parties!" Dana points to you. "It's going to be amazing!"

"It is now!" You hear coming from the front door, seeing Niall walk with Louis right behind him.

"Hell yes!" Louis adds. "What am I agreeing to?"

You all laugh.

The rounds are made of hugs and hellos, and once everyone is settled into rooms, you all gather on the couches and chairs in the living room.

"Anybody else coming to this shindig?" Niall asks. "I know Payno can't."

"Yeah. Three of my cousins- Hunter, Heidi, and Heather. You guys know Heather."

"Oh, Heather? She's cool." Louis states.

"Yeah, plus another old friend from school, Charlotte." She looks over at you, seeing you smile because you know her. "And, Harry."

Everybody turns toward you.

"Oh, fuck off you guys!" You shake your head.

"Literally, no one said anything Y/N." Dana chuckles.

"You're all impossible."

"Pot calling the kettle…" Louis replies.

You glare at them all and stand up dramatically. "I need a drink already!"

"Good idea, bartender. She winks.

You roll your eyes and walk to the kitchen island where all the alcohol is sitting.

You pour Natalie the first drink, seeing her walk up to the counter.

"It's okay that he's coming, right?" She asks.

"Of course. We're good." You nod. "Nothing weird or bad is gonna happen."

"So you're back to denying your feelings again?" She takes a sip of her drink. "I can't keep up!"

You sigh. "He just broke up with a fucking supermodel! Why would I even try to compete with that?"

"Uh, yeah, because he broke up with her for you!" Natalie exclaims.

"What? No he didn't… did he say that?"

"Well… no…"

"Okay then." You reply.

"You both are fucking ridiculous." She growls, grabbing her drink and walking back to the couch with everyone.

You frown at her, even though her back is turned to you, and pour yourself a shot of tequila. It's not your usual at all, but you can tell you're going to need it.

"Oi oi!" Louis shouts causing your eyes to snap over to the front door.

In walks Harry, wearing his usual black skinny jeans and a white shirt with a blue and green tropical print. Only a few buttons are done up, showing part of his sparrows and the top of his butterfly tattoo. His sunglasses are on top of his head and you notice how his beautiful curls are getting longer, sitting below his shoulders.

[Fuck, he's so gorgeous, it's not fair]

You feel your heart pounding as he walks over to you and stops at the counter.

He turns around to the group on the couches.

"Happy Birthday, Nat." He shouts.

"Damn right it is!" She throws up her hands and cheers. "Thank you!"

You chuckle and Harry turns back to you, dropping his bag on the stool next to him.

"This is gonna be interesting, isn't it." He states.

"I expect nothing less." You smile and shake your head. "Can I make you a drink?"

"Oh! Umm… sure. I'll take one of those." He points to the bottle of tequila and shot glass in your hand.

You pour him one, cheers with your empty glass, and watch him slam it down.

"Why are you doing shots? You don't like tequila…" He asks.

"You kind of need them for Natalie's parties." You chuckle.

"Oh! So it is definitely going to be interesting."

You nod. "It hasn't even started."

His eyes get wider. "Oh god."

You giggle, trying to hide the fact that you are biting your lip unintentionally.

"M'gonna find a bed and prepare myself for… all this…" he winks, and you can't help but watch him walk away.

Your eyes find Natalie, who is wiggling her eyebrows up and down.

[You'll definitely need a few shots tonight]

~~~~~

After everyone else shows up, and Heidi and Charlotte are done fawning over the boys of One Direction, the party gets into full swing.

Charlotte has made her way to the spot on the couch next to Harry, and he is focused on his conversation with her. She's your school friend, and you're happy she's here, but your jaw is clenched as you watch them from the other side of the room.

You feel a nudge against your arm.

"Whatcha doin Superstar?" Niall asks.

"Just hanging out."

"And maybe trying to summon some mind powers to shove your friend off the couch?" Niall laughs.

You see Harry's eyes subtly shift to you out of his peripherals, but keeps his focus on Charlotte.

You shake your head. "No…"

"Yeah okay Y/N."

"Niall, knock it off." You scold.

He brings his hands up in defense. "Okay. Just figured, with ya feelings and all, you'd… take this opportunity or something…"

"Opportunity for what exactly?" You glare at him.

"You two are impossible." He sighs. "I'm getting another beer."

He walks away and you roll your eyes.

[Nothing is going to happen. Not that you don't kind of want it to, but… it's just complicated, and you're scared. He broke up with a supermodel… so if she wasn't good enough then you know definitely aren't]

You feel another nudge on your arm and turn to see Natalie's cousin, Hunter.

"It's been a fucking long time, dude." You smile.

"Yeah, like, who the hell are you now?" He laughs and you give him a hug.

"That's a good question!" You laugh in reply.

You look back over to see Charlotte laughing as Harry tells her something funny.

Your chest tightens and you look back to Hunter, who happens to be looking in the same direction.

"I need a shot."

"Same." He replies.

He follows you over to the kitchen, and you jump up onto the counter, pouring two more shots. You down it quickly and as you look over to the couches, you see Harry's head turn back to Charlotte. He says something, she nods, and he gets up from the couch.

Your heart starts to race again as he walks over towards you.

As he gets to you, he reaches his hand out to Hunter. "Hey mate, I'm Harry."

"Yeah, man, it's nice to finally meet you. I'm Heather's brother, so I hear a lot about you guys."

"Oh, right. Awesome." He looks at you. "May I have another, please?"

You nod, hand him another shot, and he lifts it up. "Cheers." He shoots it back and places the glass on the counter.

Hunter touches your arm and leans in. "I'm gonna chat with Charlotte real quick, I'll catch up with you later."

"Have fun…" you reply.

Harry's gaze follows Hunter as he walks over to Charlotte, and you watch Harry.

"I know he's liked her for a while, but no moves have been made, so you don't have to worry." You state, clearing your throat as Harry's head snaps back to look at you.

"What? No. I don't…" he furrows his brow. "No, we were just chatting."

"Oh. Okay." You reply, feeling relieved and a little foolish for potentially sounding jealous.

"Are you having fun?" He asks, leaning against the counter.

You shrug. "Yeah. You?"

He shrugs too. "I'm waiting for it to get crazy."

You laugh, and look over at Natalie, who is turning up the music as Levi sets up some red solo cups on a table.

"Well, I think it's about to…" you gesture towards your friends.

"Really? Beer pong?" He asks.

"Not exactly…" you respond.

"Tequila Pong!!" Natalie shouts, and everyone around her cheers.

You shake your head as Harry's mouth drops open.

"Y/N! Get your ass over here!" Natalie shouts.

You look over at Harry, his mouth still open, and shake your head when you turn back to Natalie.

She pouts. "It's my birthday, you're my partner, and you're also the reigning champ!"

Harry lets out a huge laugh. "Oh my god!"

You smack his arm and hop off the counter, shrugging at Harry as you make your way to the table.

"I've gotta see this." He states as he follows close behind.

~~~~~

The first two games end quickly. Natalie wasn't lying, you are very good at it.

Harry is standing close to the opposite end of the table with one arm across his chest and the other pulling on his lip, as he watches intently.

"Okay friends. Niall and Louis, lost. Hunter and Charlotte, lost. So who's next?" Natalie asks, pointing around at the group.

"I'll have a go at it." Harry states.

"Really?" You chuckle.

"Yeah, seems easy enough." He replies, and you let out a huge laugh.

"Okay, cocky. Hope it's not a huge blow to that ego when you lose."

He smirks at your trash talk and you stick your tongue out at him.

Levi steps up to be his partner and Natalie bounces in excitement. You motion for them to start.

Harry sinks his first shot and your mouth drops open this time.

"I think my ego will be fine." He winks.

You squint at him and take your own shot, also sinking it into the cup.

After a lot of back and forth, almost all of the cups are empty, leaving one cup on each side of the table. Both Natalie and Levi miss their shots, so it's down to you and Harry. He goes first and it bounces right over the rim. He throws up his hands and the group on his side all groan.

Now it's up to you and you focus as you line up your shot. Your eyes momentarily snap up to Harry as he bites his bottom lip.

"Don't miss." He whispers, and you keep your eyes on him as you take the shot, landing it right into the middle of the cup. Everyone on your side cheers and Harry bows to you.

He shuffles around the table to your side and shakes your hand. "Well played."

"You too. Wasn't expecting that."

"I can say the same."

He licks his lips and pulls them in, then looks down to see that you two are still shaking hands.

He clears his throat. "You were right, this did get wild."

You let out a big laugh. "Oh no, no. Trust me, there's more."

You hold up your finger, knowing exactly how Natalie will continue the night.

"What do we do next?" Natalie asks. "Never Have I Ever?"

You slightly lean towards Harry and whisper "or strip poker."

"Or strip poker?" Natalie adds.

Harry holds in a laugh.

"Strip poker!" He yells.

"What?" You yell back.

"I hate Never Have I Ever. We do it so much in interviews and it never turns out well for me." He replies.

Much to your relief, most of the group votes for the game that Harry hates, and he groans.

You each have a drink in hand, only having to take tiny sips if you answer that you've done it. You find a seat on the couch and watch as Harry sits in a chair directly across from you.

You feel pretty good about the statements you have had to drink for. You admit to skinny-dipping, like you did that one night with the guys. You also admit to having a one night stand, which was in high school, and sneaking out of your house to go to a party. Then it was Natalie's turn. She is looking in the direction of Louis.

"Never have I ever… slept with someone sort of famous…"

Your entire body freezes and your eyes dart over to hers. She drops her head and you can barely make out her whispering "shit".

You look over at Harry and close your eyes. You, Harry, and Heidi each take a drink.

"Heidi? Who did you sleep with?" Heather asks.

"That guy from that band… Stationed… or something like that?"

"That's a local band, sis, that's not even close to famous…" Natalie states, causing Heidi to shrug.

"Well, we all figured that Harry would be sipping." Charlotte giggled. "But who was yours Y/N?"

You shake your head. "I can't say."

"Oh, come on… who was it?" She asks.

You look over at Natalie again, and shake your head.

"She doesn't have to answer. Let's move on. I think it's your turn, babe. Last question." She points to Levi.

You clear your throat as Levi asks something about smoking weed, but your head stays down.

As soon as the game ends, you stand straight up off the couch and Natalie quickly shuffles over to you. "I'm so fucking sorry Y/N/N. I was looking at Niall and Louis when I asked. Kind of surprised they didn't drink. But I'm so sorry!"

"I need some air." You turn and walk out to the back patio, sitting in one of the lounge chairs.

Eyes closed and head back, you hear the door open.

"I'm fine, Nat." You state.

"Not Nat." Niall says.

"Hey." You open your eyes and sit up.

"You okay?" He asks.

"Yeah." You nod. "The question just caught me off guard."

"Right." He nods. "But what about everything else?"

You furrow your brow and look right at him. "What's everything else?"

He sighs. "Fucking hell, Y/N/N. Why are you making yourself miserable?"

You gasp slightly.

"You still love Harry. I know it, you know it. I think half the people here know it." He adds. "You're not with that asshole Ryan, he's not with Candice. Just talk to him!"

"It's too complicated…" you respond.

"Nothing will happen if you don't talk to him." He replies.

"I don't know if I want anything to happen."

"Oh, c'mon, that's not tru-"

"Yes it is, Niall!" You huff out. "I'm not enough, I wasn't enough, and I don't want to put myself through that again."

"Y/N/N…"

"He figured I couldn't handle being with him and maybe he was right. Maybe I can't keep up. He shouldn't have to worry about going out in public with the person he's with. I'm not Candice. She's a fucking supermodel. She's used to that lifestyle. That's what he needs. Well, someone like that anyway."

A few tears start to form and you wipe them away.

"Y/N, stop. None of that's true."

You shake your head. "I just want to be his friend. I can still be in his life and he can have whatever he needs with someone else."

"But you love him." He argues.

"I don't think that's enough anymore."

The door opens again and you both look over to see Harry standing in the doorway.

"Hi."

You clear your throat. "Hey."

"Well, I'm gonna grab a drink. See you inside." He leans over and gives you a kiss on the cheek, then pats Harry's shoulder as he walks back into the house.

You blow out a deep breath, trying to keep composure as he takes the seat where Niall was just sitting.

"You alright?" He asks.

"Yeah. Sorry. Just maybe a bit too drunk."

"You don't have to be sorry."

You shrug. "I wouldn't have made it awkward in there if I wasn't."

"Natalie asked the stupid question." He growls. "And I'm the one who… who made it so you had to answer it…"

You look directly into his intoxicating green eyes, making you feel as if you could be drunk on them alone, even without the alcohol.

[No, dummy, you feel that way because of the alcohol]

"I'm… I'm not upset that I had to answer it… I…" You attempt to lean forward on the edge of the lounge chair but it starts to tip, causing you to start to fall off. You grab Harry's shoulder as he grabs your hand, pulling you up as he stands.

"Shit." You smack your hand on your forehead.

"Maybe we should get you inside. Maybe to bed." He suggests.

You pout. "I'm drunk but I'm not that drunk. Just… not as coordinated as usual."

He chuckles. "Are you sure? I don't want you hurting yourself."

"You're so sweet." You immediately blush and clear your throat. "I'll be fine. The party isn't over yet."

"Seriously?"

"It's probably winding down now… are they playing 'spin the bottle'?"

He bursts out laughing. "Yes!"

"Okay, I think she's about to order about ten pizzas and suggest watching a movie."

"What, is like every party exactly the same?"

"No." You shake your head. "But I know her too well."

He nods.

"Plus she told me her plans." You smirk.

His mouth drops open. "Oh my god, you little…"

You burst out laughing this time. "That was fun!"

He glares at you, looking down at your big grin, then back to your eyes.

"I can't believe you."

He is still holding your hand as he opens the door to go back inside, and you let go before you walk through the doorway behind him.

He looks back at you and drops his head for a second.

"Okay, how many pepperoni?" Natalie asks, causing you to giggle as Harry looks back at you again, this time with a big, dimpled smirk.

[Damn, you've missed that smirk. Shit. No!]

You hum slightly as you take a deep breath in, feeling your heart flutter.

[Oh, whatever, you're drunk, you can admire it]

~~~~~

July 1st, 2015

You wake up on the couch, with a blanket laying on top of you. You sit up slightly, feeling a decently painful throb.

"Oh my god." You groan, holding one side of your head.

You hear another groan coming from someone on the floor next to you and you peer over to see Harry laying there with just a pillow under his head.

"Shit." He states, squinting as he tries to adjust his eyes to the light.

"Harry? Did you sleep on the floor all night?"

"Mhmm." He hums.

"Why?"

"I… well, you were pretty drunk… I wanted to make sure you were okay."

"You were drunk too…" you reply.

"Yeah, but I wasn't twirling around, with a whisk in my hand, belting out 'Don't Stop Believing' over and over."

Your cheeks are flooded with embarrassment. "Oh my god… I didn't…"

He nods.

"Did I do anything else stupid?"

He scoffs. "It wasn't stupid! It was probably the best part of the night."

You smile.

"My favorite part at least." He utters under his breath.

You gasp slightly.

He clears his throat and slowly starts to stand up. "I'll make coffee."

"Thank you. I'm going to take a quick shower." You get up from the couch and make your way to the bedroom, grabbing some clothes, and going to the bathroom.

As you let the water wash over your body, moments from the night before start coming back.

You remember sitting on the couch all together as you ate your pizza, with your legs draped over Harry's. You remember giggling during the entire movie. Of course, you now remember singing and dancing around with that damn whisk.

You shake your head and laugh at yourself, washing the conditioner out of your hair. As you turn off the shower, and wrap yourself in a towel, you gasp.

You remember something else. You remember that you tried to kiss Harry.

"No! Fuck! No!" You groan, keeping as quiet as possible.

And then you also remember that he pulled away.

"Oh my god. Y/N, you idiot!"

You get dressed in a black tank top and jean shorts over your swimsuit, throwing your hair back in a low bun.

You stop at your door, extremely nervous to walk out there and face Harry, embarrassed about your actions last night.

[He rejected you. Of course he did, you dummy]

You take a deep breath and head back out to the kitchen. You hear a bit of clanking around, and as you turn the corner, you see Harry making breakfast. Or brunch, rather.

"Smells so good." You state, taking in the scent of the delicious food he has prepared.

"Thought I'd make some hangover food that I know you like."

"Oh?" You reply.

"Breakfast burritos!" He grins.

You giggle. "That's perfect."

He puts one on a plate and places it in front of you. "How're you feeling now?"

"The shower definitely helped." You take a bite and then look directly at him. "Some embarrassing memories came flooding back though."

"Oh yeah? Like what?"

"Definitely remember the singing and dancing now."

He grins.

"And, just, like the movie and stuff." You gulp. "Did I do any other stupid things I should know about?"

He looks down at his burrito and then back up at you.

[Shit. He remembers…]

"No. You didn't do anything stupid." He gives you a smirk and then takes a bite of his food.

You exhale. "Oh good."

[Good! Maybe he doesn't remember]

He clears his throat. "I, uh, saw everyone outside on the beach. Wanna go down there?"

You smile and nod. "Okay."

You grab your sunglasses as he goes to change. You take some breaths to calm down your nerves, but they only come right back as Harry walks back out.

He's got on a dark blue button up, with literally no buttons done, completely open and showing all of his tattoos.

[Holy fuck]

He has on white swim shorts and a sunglasses sitting on top of those gorgeous locks.

[Well, if you were drunk right now you would definitely be attempting to kiss him…]

"Ready?" He asks.

"Mhmm."

He motions for you to lead the way and you both head out of the door, down the patio steps, and right onto the beach.

You drop your towel, put your sunglasses on, and jog over to your friends.

"Hey pretty lady. How do you feel?" Natalie asks.

"Good… what about you?"

"The night is a blur but I feel fine." She replies, causing you to glare at her apparent lack of a hangover.

"Hey, love! We need another player! Wanna join." Louis asks.

"For what?"

"Volleyball! We had to makeshift a net and shit but it works."

You look over at Harry, who is sitting on his towel, with his knees pulled towards him, reading a book.

[Maybe this will take your mind off of the stupid drunken stunt you tried to pull last night]

"I'm not gonna turn down an opportunity to kick your ass!" You joke.

"You're on my team, you little shit!" Louis exclaims.

"Oh." You bend over laughing.

He shakes his head and you walk over with him to the volleyball court they've seemed to have made.

~~~~~

<< HARRY'S POV >>

If Harry thought he couldn't love you more, he was wrong. And it's killing him.

Watching you laugh, hitting the ball around, and joking with all your friends… it's bringing him so much joy, and yet so much pain.

He thinks about how you tried to kiss him last night. He so badly wanted your lips on his, but he knew you were drunk, and didn't want you to regret anything in the morning. He didn't want to pull away, at all, but he knew he had to.

You don't seem to remember it anyway. You didn't bring it up in the list of memories that came to you in the shower. He feels as if that proves it would've just been a drunken mistake for you.

He wasn't lying when he said you didn't do anything stupid. It wasn't stupid to him. But it's hard to not want to kiss you right now, so he will just sit and watch from afar, so that he doesn't do anything stupid himself.

He's got his book, but he can't seem to keep focused on it. Whenever he hears you laugh, he looks over. He misses hearing that sound every day.

He sighs and lays back on the towel, covering his eyes with his arms.

He takes a few deep breaths to calm down his heartbeat when he hears a shuffling near him. He opens his eyes and looks to the side.

"You don't want to join in on the fun?" Natalie asks, reaching around into her small bag.

"I'm having fun…" he replies.

"I can sit out if you wanna play…"

He props himself up on his elbow and looks over to you, sighing when he hears you laugh again.

Natalie drops down to sit by her bag, but looks over to him.

"Harry…"

"Yeah?" He looks over to her.

"Please talk to her."

"What?"

She sighs. "You're going to be miserable until you do."

"Why the hell do you care, Nat? You hate me." He scoffs.

"Honestly, I don't know why I care." She shrugs. "But… I don't hate you. I just hate what you did."

"I hate it too."

"So why not just talk to her?" She asks, brow furrowed out of confusion.

"She…" he looks over to you, seeing you laugh while you bump into Louis as you both run for the ball. "She deserves everything good."

"Okay?"

"And I already failed." He sighs.

Natalie brings her fingers up to the bridge of her nose. "I can't believe I'm about to say this, but everybody makes mistakes, Harry. And… I know you love her…"

"I'll settle for friendship. I still want to be in her life, I'll take what I can get."

"But you love her, Harry!" Natalie shouts, looking to the group to see if anyone heard.

"She deserves more."

Natalie smiles as she finds her phone in her bag and stands up. "Well, figure it the fuck out, because both of you are annoying the hell out of me!"

"Both?"

"Okay, party pooper. Come join in if you want to play." And Natalie runs off to rejoin the group.

~~~~~

Heather, Heidi, and Charlotte went inside after some short time in the water. Hunter soon followed.

The rest of you finish your game of volleyball and decide to head into the water to cool off. The others are already in just their swimsuits, but you run back to your towel to take off your top layers.

As you get to your towel, and kneel down, you try to peek under Harry's arms to see if he's awake.

"Hey!" You whisper.

You see a small smirk form and he moves his arms to look over at you.

"Hello…"

"We're going in the water. You should come."

"I don't know…" He replies.

You grunt. "Boo." You pull your tank top over your head and remove your shorts. All you have left on is your black bikini with a white patterned trim. You stand up, putting your hands on your hips.

"Okay you big snooze. I'll see you back here." You walk off to the water and just as you reach the shoreline, you feel a warm presence next to you.

At your side stands Harry, looking down at you as he twists his hair up into a bun. You both look at the ocean for a moment.

"It's pretty, isn't it?" You ask.

He doesn't reply, so you look over to him and find him staring out at the water too. Your eyes roll over his perfect jawline and glistening green eyes.

He takes a few steps into the water and looks back at you with a mischievous look. He grabs your wrist and pulls you in.

"Come on ya big snooze!" He exclaims, causing you to burst out laughing.

He lets go of your wrist as you both wade in further to join your friends, getting about waist deep.

You talk about the night before and the next leg of the tour, before Niall and Louis decide to go back so they can find the local pub they heard about.

Natalie and Levi mention they are going back in too, leaving you and Harry alone in the ocean. You both wade in just a little deeper, so that the water is right under your chest.

"Does it make us lame, or fun, that we've stayed out here?" You chuckle.

"Definitely fun. I'm here!" Harry replies.

"Oh right, I forgot, you're the king of partying." You chuckle as you roll your eyes, remembering how many times he chose to stay at the hotel rather than go out.

[But maybe that was because of you]

"There's someone who could take that title." He chuckles.

"Oh yeah? Who?"

"The champ of 'Tequila Pong' and new lead singer of Journey."

Your mouth drops open and you splash water in his face. He cups his hands to splash you back.

"Don't. You. Dare." You warn him.

"Or what?" He smirks.

"Yeah… I've got no leverage here… but you're a nice guy…" you pout.

"Hmmm… okay…" he frowns, but pulls his hands away. "You're lucky I like ya."

You subtly gasp.

[It feels so good, and so sad, to hear him say it, even just casually like that]

Your thoughts are broken up as you hear shouting from the shore.

"Can you even understand what Nat is saying?" You ask.

"Something about… drinks… soon…?" Harry squints, like he is trying to read her lips.

"Okay…" you yell to her, seeing her run back to the house, and you turn back to Harry.

"Should we go in?" You ask.

He looks at you, letting out the mildest grunt, before looking back out into the sea.

"M'gonna stay out here a little longer. I like the quiet." He replies.

You just look at him, admiring every beautiful feature of his face, and the pensive look he has displayed on it.

You two have a little conversation about vacations with your families, and then float on your backs for a little while, just enjoying the peace as the sky gets darker.

Suddenly, something hits both of your faces and you open your eyes.

"Is it fucking raining? In July?" He asks, frowning as some raindrops hit his face.

"Let's go in." You giggle, starting to wade back to shore.

As you get about thigh level, you lose your footing for a second and Harry grabs your waist to keep you steady. You instinctively place your hands on his, then stop walking and stand up straighter.

"Good?" He asks.

"Yeah." You let out, as breathy as an answer could be. You clear your throat and let go of his hands, as he lets go of your hips, but then he reaches down for the hand closest to his and walks in front to lead the rest of the way in. Your heart starts thumping and you're thankful that the noise of the ocean is drowning it out.

[Can you have a heart attack from being so overwhelmed by someone? Shit.]

You get to your stuff, and grab it all, running back to the house as heavier raindrops fall down on the both of you.

You compose yourselves on the patio, drying off and wiping the sand off your legs.

You look up to see Harry looking down at you, a smile on his face and almost a twinkle in his eyes.

"What?" You smile back.

He shakes his head, keeping his smile. "Nothing."

You stand up straight and unintentionally scoot closer. "Come on. What?"

You can feel his breath on your face now and see him look down at your lips, pushing out a strong exhale which touches your face instantly. Your breathing immediately speeds up.

He shrugs. "M'just having a good time."

You bite your lower lip. "Me too."

[Get it together Y/N… he's a big flirt. That's all. He rejected your kiss, remember?]

You can feel yourself start to blush, so you open the door, and as you look inside you realize that no one else is in the house.

"Where'd everyone go?" Harry asks, walking in right behind you.

"They can't all be in bed, right?"

You both walk through the house, checking all the rooms, and realize that the two of you are the only ones there.

You pull out your phone from your little bundle of clothing and call Natalie.

"Nat, where the hell are you guys?"

"Umm… the bar…"

"What?"

"I told you that!"

"When?"

"When you were in the water with Harry."

[Oh my god, that's what she was yelling about]

"Shit!"

"You said okay…"

"What are we supposed to do?"

"Hmmm… I don't know… order dinner?... have a drink?... actually talk to each other about your feelings?..."

"You sneaky bitch."

"What?"

"This was on purpose?"

"Umm… (Niall, she's onto us!)... No!"

"Niall too? You guys suck."

"Have fun! Bye!"

"No, Na-"

You look down at your phone to see that she has hung up, and you growl.

"So where is everyone?" Harry asks.

"They all went to the fucking bar."

"Oh really?" He chuckles. "Well, umm, want to order food?"

You shrug, dropping your phone on the kitchen counter. "Sure. I'm gonna take a shower first."

You take a quick shower, so you don't get lost in your thoughts too much, and put on some cloth shorts, a t-shirt, and an oversized sweater.

You shuffle out to the living room and Harry stands up, looking at his phone.

"Is Chinese okay? That's the closest thing."

"That sounds really good." You reply.

He hands his phone to you so you can add your order in the app, handing it back when you're done. He chuckles. "I should've known you'd pick the orange chicken."

You roll your eyes, as he puts in the order. "M'gonna take a quick shower too."

You make your way to the couch as he heads down the hallway. You grab the remote and scroll through the movies. By the time you've picked something to watch, he's already walking back out.

He plops down on the couch next to you, and you take a quick glance. You wonder how he has the ability to wear a plain white t-shirt with grey sweatpants and still look sexy as hell.

"So what're we watching?"

"Interstellar?"

"Love Christopher Nolan. Good choice."

The food arrives and you play the movie while you eat.

"Want a drink?" He asks, after clearing your plates.

"Yes please! Just a ru-"

"Rum and coke?"

You can't help but giggle. "Yes please."

He comes back over and hands your drink to you. He sits back down, and you notice that he is a bit closer to you now. Tingles start shooting through your body, and you wish you could just run your hand through this long, brown curly hair.

You start to feel warm so you remove your sweater, tugging down on your t-shirt so it doesn't cling on and come off too.

Harry chuckles as he looks down and points to your Rolling Stones top. "Is that why Ryan thought you were cheating with me?"

"What? How did y-... No, he never knew this was yours." You reply.

"He was a dickhead for even accusing you."

You drop your head. "It was probably the most hurtful thing he said."

"Oh. Umm… I'm sorry he brought me up and made it awkward or whatever."

"No, not because of you. The cheating part. He knows what happened with my parents so he knows I'd never do that." You frown at the reminder of Ryan's accusation.

"Oh! I'm sorry he did that. Like I said, a dickhead."

You nod, still frowning and looking down.

"He cheated on my mom." You blurt out quietly.

"What?" Harry scoots closer to you, his arm resting on the back of the couch.

"My father. He cheated on my mom."

"Oh, shit. I'm so sorry." He replies.

It's silent for a moment, and he runs his hand through his hair.

"Y/N…"

"Yeah?"

"You said what I did to you was like what your father did to your mom." He states.

"I…" you stutter.

"But I would have never cheated on you."

You let out a big sigh, still looking down. "I know. That's… that's not why I said it."

"Oh? Umm, what was it then?"

"We don't need to talk about this, Harry."

"I'd like to know if that's okay?"

You let out a big sigh. "When he left, he walked out making sure she knew that he found someone he thought was better. He actually told her that she wasn't good enough. Who does that? Who does that to someone they once loved? He made her feel like nothing. Like she was nothing, and meant nothing." You pause to clear your throat a bit. "He told me and Sam that it had nothing to do with us, that he loved us and would always be there for us… but he never called. Not once. And so we felt like nothing to him too."

You start to tear up. "Not one fucking call!"

"Y/N… I'm so sorry."

"She cried for months. She was convinced she hadn't been good enough, like he said. That if she had done something differently, he wouldn't have wanted to find someone else. Someone he said was better."

"Y/N-"

"I told myself I was never going to let anyone make me feel that way. I never wanted someone to know me so deeply, to tell me they love me, and then throw me away. So, I focused on school and closed myself off. Even to friends. Natalie was the only person who got me to really open up and let someone in, until-" you sigh and quickly glance at him before looking down again. "Until I met you."

You wipe the tears that are now trickling down your face.

"Shit." He whispers.

"When… I mean… I told you how I felt about the night of the SNL after party…"

"And I'm still so sorry."

You shake your head. "You don't need to be, I forgave you. But…"

He winces.

"But when you…" you close your eyes and whimper, letting more tears flow down your face. "When you broke up with me, because you didn't want photos of me taken with you, it opened up the wound that my father had left. I felt like I wasn't good enough again."

You hear Harry start to sniffle, and when you look up to him, you see tears slowly trickling down his face too.

"Y/N, I am so sorry. I never meant to make you feel like you weren't good enough. Ever."

You sigh.

"I was nervous." He adds.

"What?"

"I didn't want people making up tons of bullshit about you and it hurting you."

"Harry… kids talked about me and my family a lot when my dad left. I have thick skin. I don't care what people say."

"I was also terrified. I was so scared that you'd be overwhelmed by all the bullshit I have to go through. That it would all be too much."

You shook her head. "I told you it wasn't…"

"I know. But… I've heard that before, from people I didn't care about nearly as much as I love… loved… you. And it hurt back then with them, so I was selfishly protecting myself from that. I knew it would hurt way more if that happened with you."

"I wouldn't have done that. I love… loved… you. I wouldn't have done that."

"Maybe I was also like you too." He states, turning his gaze up to your eyes and widening his slightly as he sees you looking right back at him.

"What do you mean?"

"I… I think it would've hurt me that much, yes because I loved you, but also because… you were the only one to treat me as 'Harry', and not 'Harry Styles from One Direction'. Besides my family, you know me better than anyone. Probably even more than the guys." He clears his throat again, looking away and wiping a tear from his cheek.

"I was terrified that I had opened up to you that much and it wouldn't… it wouldn't have been enough for you to stay if you got overwhelmed."

"I'm so sorry I made you feel that way."

"You didn't. I guess I was protecting myself from getting to that point."

"Harry…"

He runs his hand through his hair and frowns.

"It wasn't fair to you. I was just scared."

You sigh. "Me too."

You both sit in silence again, both staring at your own hands and fidgeting with your own fingers.

"I don't want you to hate me." He admits.

Your eyes shoot up to meet his. "I don't hate you! We're friends now, right?"

"Y/N, I don't know if I can do that. I still lov-"

"Please. Don't."

"Yeah. Sorry." He exhales. "Watching you this weekend… was torture."

"Huh?"

"You were so… playful, and happy, and free. And having so much fun. We never got to be like that, especially not in public. It's been too hard not to feel guilty about that. And… It's been too hard to not want that now. I still want to be with you. Probably now more than ever."

Your heart flutters as intensely as ever.

[You want that. You do want that]

You find yourself giving a single nod, and when you look up at him, he smiles, taking a look at your lips.

He leans in and your heart races. You can feel his warmth, and his breath, and your lips slowly get closer.

He rests his forehead against yours and you both breathe heavily.

[You want that. But you're still worried]

"I-..." You stutter, pulling away slightly. "I don't know if I can do it, again. Another time. I'm still too scared. I mean, you dated and broke up with a supermodel. I am far from that!"

"That's kind of the point." He smirks.

You look back down at your hands. "I don't know. I've still got those scars, even though you don't always see them. I don't show emotions."

"I'm sorry."

You shake your head. "But…"

You look up, seeing a hopefulness shimmering in his eyes, which makes you smile.

"I'm scared. If and when I do open up, the memories… and the pain gets too hard. But…"

He shifts in his seat.

"I didn't feel any of it when I was with you." You clear your throat. "I think that's why I'm scared. I'm scared of letting my guard down again and getting hurt again."

"I want you to know that you're enough for me, Y/N. I want to show you."

"Harry, you don't need t-"

"Yes I do! You need to know how good you are. How perfect you are to me." He replies.

An urge ignites inside you and you lean towards him, cupping his cheek and placing a soft kiss on his lips.

He exhales, smiling against your lips, but then pulls away.

"Give me ten chances to prove it to you."

"Ten?" You exclaim. "That seems a bit excessive…"

He frowns. "How about three?"

"I don't know, Harry."

"Please?" He pleads.

You giggle. "You're not gonna let me argue this, are you?"

He shakes his head.

"Three chances and…" he gulps. " Then you can ignore me forever if you want."

"I wouldn't do that. But alright." You smile and lean in closer to him again but he stops you.

"I want to wait. Is that okay? I want you to see the proof first."

You smile even bigger and nod. There's not an ounce of disappointment from rejection, only excitement and feeling… cherished.

[You feel cherished, even more than before]

"But we can cuddle while we finish the movie… if you want…"

You lean against his side as he places his arm around your shoulders.

"We are never gonna hear the end of it from Natalie and Niall, ya know." You state.

"What?"

"Apparently, they set this whole thing up. To leave us alone. To get us to talk."

"Hmmm…" He chuckles. "I suppose I should thank them but I hate giving them the satisfaction."

"Yeah, but I'll give them this win. Feels worth it so far." You look up and wink at him.

He leans down and kisses your forehead. "Last one… for now, I hope."

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July 10th, 2015

:harry: can i have chance #2 today?

:you: harry…

:you: you sent me almost the entire inventory of a bakery and a florist

:harry: you gave me 3 chances

:harry: no arguing

:you: fine :)

:harry: meet us at the studio at 4pm

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You show up to the studio, fidgeting with your fingers as you walk down the hallway.

[What could this 'chance' possibly be?]

You walk in to see the guys already in the recording room, and your eyes immediately fall onto Harry. He instantly sees you too and gives you the biggest grin.

Julian turns around. "Hello again Y/N!"

"Hi!". You walk up closer to the sound board. "What are they working on?"

"If I told you, I'd have to kill you." He chuckles.

"Worth it though?"

"Oh yeah!" He laughs. "It's called 'Hey Angel'. Super creative. It's in the lyrics."

You chuckle. "Awesome!"

"They're almost done with it. Take a seat if you'd like." You sit in the chair that he has pulled up next to him, and listen as Louis sings out.

(Hey Angel)

Yeah I see you at the bar

At the edge of my bed

Back seat of my car

In the back of my head

I come alive when I hear your voice

It's a beautiful sound

It's a beautiful noise

You look back over to Harry who is wiggling his eyebrows at you.

You shake your and listen as they finish up the song.

"Alright guys. That sounded good." He presses some buttons and this time they just stay in the recording room.

"Hey, Superstar!" Niall waves, grinning widely.

Louis and Liam also wave and you reciprocate the gesture, noticing that they are all smiling very widely.

"Okay. Umm… let's go ahead and do Harry's song now." Julia states.

Harry lets out a big breath and looks at the rest of the guys as he nods. "Ready?" He asks them.

His eyes lock onto yours.

"This is number two." He states, as the first chords start to play.

(If I Could Fly)

If I could fly

I'd be coming right back home to you

I think I might

Give up everything just ask me to

Instantly your heart starts racing. You can't seem to keep his gaze, while Liam sings his part next, shooting your eyes over to each of the guys before coming back to Harry.

For your eyes only

I'll show you my heart

For when you're lonely

And forget who you are

I'm missing half of me

When we're apart

Now you know me

For your eyes only

[Holy shit]

For your eyes only

[It's the song he sang to you at his house, on his birthday]

I've got scars

Even though they can't always be seen

And pain gets hard

But now you're here and I don't feel a thing

Your breathing gets rapid now, as you realize that Louis is singing the words that you had said to Harry at the beach house.

Pay attention I hope that you listen

'Cause I let my guard down

Right now I'm completely defenseless

Tears start sliding down your cheeks, and you do your best to wipe them away without making a scene.

While they repeat the chorus, you cross your arms around your waist, hoping to keep your body from shaking uncontrollably.

I can feel your heart inside mine

I feel it, I feel it

I've been going out of my mind

I feel it, I feel it

Know that I'm just wasting time

And I

Hope that you don't run from me

Even through your tears, you can hear their voices get softer.

For your eyes only

I'll show you my heart

For when you're lonely

And forget who you are

I'm missing half of me

When we're apart

Now you know me

For your eyes only

The music intensifies and so do their voices. As they all start to belt out the chorus again, your tears turn to sobbing.

For your eyes only

I'll show you my heart

For when you're lonely

And forget who you are

I'm missing half of me

When we're apart

Now you know me

For your eyes only

The others quiet down and you do your best to look up at Harry again, barely making out that he is still staring right at you, finishing the song.

For your eyes only

You feel so weak that you stumble over to the couch, bringing your knees up to your chest and burying your face between them.

You can hear the recording room door open, but can't muster up the energy or nerve to look up. Then you hear Julian's chair move, the studio door close, and some footsteps getting closer.

Someone sits down next to you, rubbing their hands up and down the sides of your legs.

"Y/N…" Harry whispers.

You can only manage out a whimper.

"Y/N… can you please look at me?" He asks.

You sniffle as many tears, and maybe some snot, as you can and raise your head. It's just the two of you now.

"Hi." He grins.

"Har-..." You stutter. "I…" you clear your throat. "I'm…" you sigh and drop your gaze again.

"Do you see how much you mean to me?" He asks, scooting closer and lifting your chin with one hand.

You blink out some tears and look at him again.

"I…" He lets out a deep breath and smiles. "I'll do absolutely anything for you. You think you're not good enough? You are everything to me, Sunshine."

You whimper hearing your nickname leave his lips.

"I don't want to be with anyone else, Y/N. I tried and I couldn't. I want to be with you. I want it so fucking badly, it hurts. And that's such a stupid, cliche rom-com thing to say, but it's true."

All you can do is close your eyes to clear some more tears, and it is silent until you look back up at Harry.

"I lov-"

"No, don't." You put your fingers up to his mouth to stop him, and you see a bit of panic in his eyes. "Not yet."

He lets out another deep breath. "Yet?"

You lower your head and bite your lower lip. "Just… not yet."

He shifts in his seat and his breathing starts to quicken, trying to hold back a smile. "Yet?"

"I…" you clear your throat. "I don't want to be with anyone else either."

Harry pulls you in so quickly that you don't have a chance to think before your lips are locked together and you're melting at his touch. You drop your knees and his upper body moves over yours as you sit back against the armrest of the couch.

You feel something hit your cheek, and as you pull back to look at Harry, you see him wipe away a tear.

"Shit. M'sorry." He frowns.

You shake your head. "Don't be."

You wipe your own tear away and bite your lip, then pull him in again to get another kiss. A much deeper kiss.

The door suddenly creaks open and you look over to see Niall's head peek in.

"It worked guys!" He exclaims, joining in with the cheers you can hear coming from behind him.

"Of bloody course it's Niall." Harry utters.

You laugh and you bring your hands down to cover your face.

"You sneaky little shits." You giggle.

"Umm… you're welcome, love." Louis states.

"Thank you, Tommo…" you reply, shaking your head.

"Alright, alright. Love you darling, but we've got work to do boys." Liam instructs, giving you a wink.

Harry grins and shakes his head before leaning down to give you a quick kiss on the forehead.

"You'll stay, right?" He asks, as he sits back up on the couch.

You bite your lip as you sit up too, leaning over and grabbing his face to give him one last kiss.

"Yes, H. I'm staying."

He gets up and starts to walk away, but you remember something.

"Wait, what was chance number three gonna be?"

He turns back around to face you and a huge smirk appears on his face.

"I'm still going to do it, but you'll need to wait."

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Series Masterlist || Chapter 29 || Chapter 31

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koishua · 3 years ago

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➷ ... 𝗽𝗼𝗹𝘆 𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗽 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗵𝗲𝗲-𝗷𝗮𝘆

aka my little offer for valentine's day <3 everyone thank @yyxgin for making me do this bc im actually rolling on the floor this is so cute ;-;-;-;-;

jay cooking in the kitchen while you and hee watch, light quips and comments here and there and the atmosphere always light and playful

walking on the street and you have scary guard dog privileges

picnic dates where you gaze at the clouds, picking out all of the weird shapes and teasing each other

movie nights would be the most fun thing ever

both of them look at you with the warmest and lovesick eyes whenever you rant about topics you’re passionate about

speaking about passions, powerpoint nights would be a regular thing

jay would love love love making the two of you his models omg

sometimes one of you would do something stupid and the other two would have to step in and scold the one who caused trouble like stressed parents lmfao

birthdays would be so cute and sweet with the two of you secretly planning a small celebration while the person in question would have absolutely no idea :(

ganging up on hee to serenade you for like an hour straight because you both love listening to him sing like that

they’d invite you to the studio a lot of the times and you’d be their designated hype man and most of the times, the videos they’d upload would be recorded by you :’)

sometimes they’d decide on being little shits and make you be the only one who jumped into the pool when all of you were supposed to do it smh

your phone wallpaper would be a picture of your two bfs being the silliest goofiest funniest two people ever and it would make you smile every time you unlock your phone.

your lock screen is a cute picture of your shared pet :((

god, finally chores wouldn’t be such a hassle to do, because both of them are pretty responsible and helpful.

you’d blast music and get dressed in clothes that you don’t mind getting down and dirty with and by the end of a few fun hours, you’d have a sparkling clean house ;-;

halloweens would be the best time of the year to dress up as iconic trios like powerpuff girls or something haha

both of them would be dragging you by each arm and onlookers would comment on how cute the bunch of best friends looked and then you three would knowingly look at each other, holding back laughs, because oh boy you were much more than just best friends

you would be each other's best hype men ;-; any gig one of you would have, the other two would be there to support and cheer on with your entire chests. Sometimes it’d be embarrassing to receive so much love, but oh well, you loved them anyways

sometimes activities would break all hell loose and full on passionate arguments would occur about how reese’s was the best candy bar or something, to which someone would disagree and so on and so forth

when two of you would argue, the other would be the designated peacemaker and do the “now hold hands and apologize” lmao

when you’d be homesick, they’d sit next to you and give you the warmest hugs ever and comfort you till you end up falling asleep and then jay would carry you back to bed and hee would tuck you in and give you a little forehead kiss ;-; can you hear me crying in the club

speaking of clubs, bro. these two. omg these two would be so protective over you, you best bet you’re absolutely safe in those kinds of environments bc duh heejay have your back.

jay would glare at anyone who touches inappropriately and they’d run off bc jay, as we all know, has a terrifying and super intimidating angry gaze oof

possessive hee would awaken and wrap an arm around your waist, staring down at the person who wouldn’t take a no for an answer from you smh

as i said, scary guard dog privileges lmao

omg and also per the input of @mosviqu STUDY DATES‼️‼️💔 study dates where you really try your best to concentrate and they try their best to help you, but they'd end up serving as distractions only and you'd get nothing done and then probably fail your test <//3

overall you'd have the best partners in life who'd help you overcome pretty much anything life throws in your face :(

taglist one. @shekllls @eternallyhyucks @yjwfav @beyondthesheets @speckled-sunshine @luvningkai @youreverydayzebra @ilandsghost @jensrose @yongmins @nikis-mum @w3bqrl @candysofthours @moontines @rielleluvs @heefused @squiishymeow @just-uaau @catecita @namjoo-jay @shrutiajit @baekhyunstruly @changmin-wrlds @changminurheart @chewychubchuu @taegicarus @marknaeroni @enhacolor @heelariously @chaebb @nshitae @clarakyunisageek @i-m4rk @tarosaurus @aeonghaseyo @hotgirlsunoo @misah0e @ily-cuz-i @jungwoniics @enha-hwajinna @todorokiskitten @notcamila

#enhypen fluff #enhypen imagines #enhypen reactions #enhypen headcanons #heeseung x reader #enhypen jay imagines #park jay x reader #enhypen heeseung x reader #enhypen heeseung imagines #enhypen jay x reader #enhypen jay fluff #enhypen scenarios

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cgsf · 2 years ago

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Prompt: "Safety first!"

Teen Wolf, Stiles/Derek, highschool AU

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“Oof!” Stiles yelps as he drops his Nintendo, Derek’s heavy weight settling on top of him where he’s been lying back on Derek’s bed.

“You’re not listening to me,” Derek scowls. He pushes the Switch off onto the floor without a look, glaring down at Stiles, exasperation clear as day.

“Well,” Stiles huffs, “what do you expect when you keep going on and on and on and on and—”

“I get it.”

“—on and on about Lydia’s eyes and her hair and her voice and how she wore that—”

“I said I—”

“—short yellow skirt, the one with the tulle, and how you couldn’t stop looking at her legs—”

“Stiles!”

Stiles smirks up at Derek. “Of course I was listening, I just didn’t care about what you were saying.”

Derek rolls his eyes and rolls over so they’re lying side by side. Stiles can feel the warmth of him still, his entire side where they’re touching an almost unbearable heat that he’s had years to learn how to ignore, but it never quite seems that easy.

“The dance is tomorrow and I’m freaking out about it,” Derek admits. He doesn’t look over but Stiles can guess at his expression. The same one he always wears when he talks about Lydia.

“I have no idea why,” Stiles grouches. There’s a leftover star on Derek’s ceiling from their preteen days that he focuses on so he doesn’t have to look at his best friend. “The star quarterback and the captain of the cheerleading squad going to prom together is nothing new. You’re a high school cliché.”

Derek moves onto his side so he can face Stiles. “That’s not what I mean.” It’s rough and vulnerable in a way that Stiles knows he can’t just ignore. They’re best friends for a reason.

He turns his face so he can look at Derek, tries to keep the annoyance off his face as it eases under the weight of Derek’s gaze. “So,” Stiles says, “tell me.”

Derek’s quiet for a moment, flicking his eyes over Stiles’s features, before letting out a long, shaky sigh. “Lydia isn’t like most girls,” he starts. Stiles nods. This is true. “She’s going to have expectations.”

Stiles reaches out for Derek’s hand, twines their fingers together, hopes it comes across as reassuring.

“Do you want to date her?” He asks. The words practically choke out of him because he’s certain he already knows the answer. He knows Derek enough to know that he’s been pining over her for almost a year. Since Danny’s pool party at the end of summer break and Lydia had broken up with Jackson in spectacular fashion, exiting dramatically and leaving everyone with a peculiar anticipation for senior year.

Stiles quells the rising panic he feels as he watches Derek muddle through his own answer.

“Senior year is almost over. We only have summer break before she leaves for Boston and I’m not even sure, I mean,” Derek stutters to a stop, scowls down at the bed. Stiles squeezes their hands together. “I know she’s not going to be far from NYU, but I don’t know if she’ll want me, if she’ll want us to be a thing when she goes.”

Stiles can only hope he sounds as supportive as he aims to be. “But what do you want?” Because he has no idea how to address what Stiles has dubbed the Thing We Don’t Talk About yet. The reason why Derek’s been looking at campus housing three thousand miles away and Stiles still hasn’t thought about whether he’s going to ask Scott to room with him next year since they’ll both still be in Beacon Hills.

Derek looks away for a moment before finding Stiles’s eyes again. “I don’t know what I want.”

But you do, Stiles thinks. He knows this. He knows more than anything that Derek has probably planned out an idealistic future with Lydia Martin in his head, one replete with kids and picket fences and wainscoting and everything he knows Lydia would scrunch her nose up at. But for all Lydia fronts about the kind of life she wants to lead, he knows she has a soft spot for Derek just like Stiles does.

“You don’t have to figure it out by tomorrow,” Stiles says. He reaches up to push Derek’s hair out of his face. “Think of tomorrow as a test run. Hold her hand. Dance. The whole thing, you know?”

Derek raises an eyebrow at him. “Are you telling me to put out?”

“What?!” Stiles sputters. “No! I mean, you can if you want, but—”

Derek pushes Stiles away with a hand shoved into his face so Stiles has to mumble across his palm. It does a good job of shutting him up when he realizes he can taste Derek across his mouth. But Derek’s laughing as he gets up off the bed and starts rifling through his closet.

“You think she’s that easy, huh?” His voice is muffled, but Stiles can make out his tone regardless.

Stiles scowls at where Derek disappeared, climbs off the bed and starts gathering his things into his backpack. “I never said that,” he huffs. “But Lydia isn’t one to let social conventions like prom or first dates or even number of dates keep her from doing whatever the fuck she wants. You know that.” He slides his Nintendo into the front pocket, zips everything up, and hauls it over his shoulder. “In fact, I believe it’s what you like about her.”

Derek pokes his head out of the closet. Stiles can see his bare shoulder and swallows hastily like it’s the first time he’s seen it. “I like other things about her, too,” Derek frowns.

“Yeah,” Stiles grins, backing toward the door. “Her pretty eyes, and her pretty hair, and her pretty—” He dodges the shirt Derek chucks at him, laughing. Opening the door, Stiles reaches back to grab the box collecting dust behind Derek’s open laptop. “Safety first!” And tosses the unopened condoms at Derek’s head as he leaves.

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parkerlyn · 3 years ago

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touching / 37 / oisein 👀

cannot wait for more chaos & softness 🥰

(remember kids, don't fall for peer pressure and terrible friends like Oisein adfsakljl) Thank you for the asks! ❤️

putting their head on the other's chest | holding hands while jumping down from somewhere together

You try to remember how the conversation went, considering where you've ended up. How did you finally agree? Did you actually finally agree? Did you get marionetted? Were you going to have to find a way to quietly murder Oisein?

They had come to you, all teeth in a terrible grin and splotchy, glowing markings flickering with excitement.

"Absolutely not."

"Please please please please-"

"Oisein, I'm not jumping down the Saor waterfall!"

They bring their hands inward like a prayer and give their best attempt at a pout and pitiful eyes. The whole charade looks much less innocent as their long, sharp nails clack together, though. "But the pool is fuller from the recent rains and Heleen won't go without Mav and Mav won't go unless I do and I need moral support. And by moral support I mean you jumping with me."

"The base is right at the edge of the hydro pillars - what if someone from Saor is out there?!"

"We'll wear our glamours!! I was already planning on it, not trying to snap one of these," they say with a nonchalant wave to an antler. "Any mortalis will just think we're a bunch of reckless assholes."

"You ARE being a reckless asshole!"

"Oh it's not even that high, and Heleen and Mav are both elementalists-"

The rest of the conversation blurs out among the dark branches above the Sanctum, and the odd image of Oisein happily skipping away.

Which would explain your current predicament.

The raucous water tumbling over the cliff's edge sprays onto your bare legs and crossed arms, icy pinpricks kissing at your elbow and shins. Thunderous sounds echo back up to the top of the cavern and into the canyon beyond where the stone rings of Saor glint like silver bracelets, delicately detailed with the reflection of thousands of windows.

More whooping and yelling comes from below - far, far below - as what looks to be a pale mortalis woman with coiling ginger hair laughs on the bank. She leans forward, lifting herself from a grassy patch, to throw a scoop of darkened water at a thin person lounging waist deep at the water's edge, the wet sheen of their deep brown skin reflecting moonlight into your eyes. Without their sheevra forms, an unconscious part of you wants to stay out of their sight. But you will yourself to remember the prickly desert flowers of Heleen's markings as she lays back down again, and the winding orchids that normally curl over Mav's shoulders as they blow raspberries in the woman's direction.

Oisein says something next to you, but when you don't respond over the rushing water, they raise their voice.

"If you kill me now, they'll know it was you! So-"

"What?"

Oisein smiles widely next to you as you turn, their disguise more familiar. Their honeyed waves of hair, currently pulled back into a tight bun, provide some comfort alongside the earthy freckles speckling their tanned skin.

Or well, it would, if they weren't the reason you were in this mess in the first place.

Remembering that, you snap your head forward again with a huff.

They laugh - nervously, you notice - and step forward towards the edge of the stone precipice, peering down below. Their bare toes curl into the rock, shoulders rising as they hold a breath. "Okay!" they almost shout over the echoing noise. "It's a little further up than I thought it was. But that's why we're doing this together, right?" The smile turns apologetic while their eyes stay fixated on the drop, but any sympathy you have has already been washed away with the falls, plummeting into the pool below.

You glare at them again, though their edges are blurred and softened by the mist surrounding them, a faint glow diffusing from the stars in the background and the weak light of their markings.

Despite your harshly set face, they turn back to you and pause, before slowly hold out their hand. Curled fingers hesitate for a moment and then unfurl, showing you their empty palm.

You press your lips into as thin of a line as you can possibly muster, determined to glare them off the edge of the waterfall without taking you down with them.

"Can't do this without you," you read from their lips more than hear, their chin lowering but eyes still held your face. The outstretched hand still waits, though you notice a fearful shiver run from their wrist and up towards their collar.

What feels like an eternity passes before you finally give a heavy sigh and uncross your arms, stepping towards Oisein. You slap your hand into theirs, the base of your thumb fitting squarely into their palm, and they wrap their fingers tightly around your hand as you both turn outward to the open air.

The moments begin to blur like the conversation that led you here. A swallow and a flare of their nostrils. Your fingers gripping tensely against their knuckles. One more furtive look to each other and an anxious song kindling in the magic leaking out from the tense leanhaun.

And suddenly, you're flying.

A burst of air pushes you clear of the cliff as you jump, a bright chord that lifts you safely away. The wind whips and streams over your arms as your stomach lurches up into your ribs, your legs cycling through the air. Sound boils and bursts through your throat in tandem with an ecstatic screech from Oisein, muted by the roar of wind and water.

Even as you hurtle nearer to the waterfall's base, the blackened pool quickly approaching, your hands still remain tightly clasped together.

And then, you're floating. Stomach rolling downward against a pillow of swirling wind, water lapping up towards your ankles, twisting upward in lazy tendrils from the surface of the pool. You look down the last dozen feet to see Mav's hands glowing in the water, Heleen's poised expertly in the air above her face. They grin just as you look to Oisein, who laughs, loud and exuberant, water droplets floating near the loose strands of hair that glide gently around their ears.

You catch a sneaky smirk exchanged between the other two sheevra before they release their magic, dropping you the last few feet to plunge into the water.

Chilled bubbles race over your body as you break the surface, taking a quick breath and slamming your eyes shut. The water rushes in around you, weaving over your neck and surrounding you in a bracing cocoon. Muffled murmuring sounds somewhere in the distance (where the waterfall ends?) and you take a chance to open your eyes against the current. Above you the water glitters darkly, scattering the image of the night sky and and reflecting a murky outline of your body back to you.

The heat in your hand finally registers again, the only source of warmth bursting over your fingers as Oisein pulls upward, more bubbles flowing over their windmilling arm and where their feet kick below. It only takes a few seconds more to feel the tug at your shoulder, before you emerge together in a tangle of limbs and gulp in a desperate breath.

While they move backwards and help pull you from the water, Oisein is already berating Mav and Heleen, who snort and giggle together a few feet away. But despite the chiding, there’s a wide grin on their face as they fall back onto their elbows and pull you up towards them, repeating quiet questions of "You okay? You alright?" You nod, cough once, and laugh despite yourself, arms wobbly from the adrenaline and knees digging into the dirt between Oisein’s legs. As more of your senses return, you notice an unwelcome lack of warmth in your palm, but immediately brush that thought away.

The blonde sheevra goes silent eventually, breathing deeply as the wet, ivory cloth of their shirt clings tightly to their chest. They lay their head back against the grass and blink their eyes, splaying their arms out wide.

Without thinking, you collapse where your arms have taken you, thumping your soaked head face first against their chest and elbows framing their hips. There’s a small 'oof' and a laugh that shakes your head when you make contact, before your head bobs with their even breathing.

A chill comes near your body, but the worst of it is held at bay as Oisein’s hands move down to your shoulders, giving them a reassuring squeeze. When you pry your head back up there’s a smile - gentler than usual - alighting their lips. Their hands stay, rubbing warmth into your muscles and eventually resting along your upper arms.

You'd thought their breathing had settled, but you can’t help but notice the quickening pace of their heart and the way they still themself, trying to restrict the rise and fall of their lungs. They swallow, much like they did before you leaped, and you feel their legs tense against yours. Infinite seconds pass while Oisein's lips barely part, neither of you wanting to break the moment.

Which Mav happily does, whistling shrilly at your side.

Oisein scoffs and removes one of their hands to flip them off while carefully putting a little more space between your bodies, shifting awkwardly up the grassy hill. Disappointment drops rudely in your gut while they shiver noticeably again, the sudden absence of your body against theirs bringing back the full effects of the autumn night.

But in the next instant, their head turns to the side, bangs flopping unceremoniously over one of their vibrant eyes before a mischievous look twists their face.

“Wanna go again?”

#drabbles #oisein #interactive fiction #interactive novel #romance #the nameless #tnif #this got wildly out of control lmao sorry #mostly just silly descriptions and self indulgence ajdkflsaj

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levi-my-beloved · 3 years ago

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Birds of a Feather

Chapter 2

Pairings: Canon!Levi x F!Reader

Warnings: Violence, swearing, descriptions of sexual acts

Word count: 5.9K

Summary: You were the most notorious criminal in the Underground City. With your organisation of highly skilled professionals, only one man could take you down. He also happened to be Humanity’s Strongest… and your ex.

A/N: big ol’ oof i’m back again with more BoaF shenanigans. i’m having way too much fun with this, and i know i said chapters would be released every two weeks but i actually got way too excited not to post these sooner. haven’t had any issues with accidentally deleting this post yet, but i wouldn’t put it above myself. anyway, here’s chapter two of “Birds of a Feather”

𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔

You hated surprises. In all shapes and forms. You liked to be in control of the situation, able to predict every move your victims would make. The job was going smoothly, all the steps falling into place. Infiltrating the nearest MP warehouse was easy enough. Stealing medicine, ointments and food was child’s play. You wondered how any of them became members of the MP in the first place, considering how incompetent they were. Only a few throats had to be slit on the way, one of your knives now dripping in their blood. Running it through the crease of your elbow, the crimson came off on your leather suit. Various straps and holsters held knives and blades of all sorts, some were more intricately designed than others.

Crouched low behind a large, wooden crate, you remove one of the smaller daggers from your boot, now clutching it in your left hand. They seemed to have upped their security, judging by the increase of soldiers walking around the place, each with their own rifle on their backs. Shit, they were really getting fed up with you. A small, satisfied smirk sliced across your shrouded face. Even with upped security, this was easy as piss.

That was until a commotion above you had you stopping in your tracks. A strange zipping sound followed by what you could only assume was the releasing of gas filled the air, followed by shouts, some familiar, most unfamiliar. Shit, how the fuck did they know you were here?

It wasn’t long before you were scampering onto crates of weaponry, back up to the broken window in which you’d entered. Swinging up from a beam, you landed deftly on the windowsill, peering out. Dread pooled in your gut at the scene.

These soldiers had skills you’d never seen. Swooping and swivelling with expert precision, it would have been mesmerising if not for the fact that they were chasing your Shadows. Your family.

“Shit… PHANTOM AND RENDEZVOUS,” you shouted, your voice carrying across the rooftops. It was a simple command. Disappear and meet up back at the hideout. But, in doing so, you’d given away your position, and it wasn’t long before you too were racing across the rooftops.

Taking out a set of throwing knives from your waist, you leapt from the tiles onto a balcony, spinning behind you and throwing two of the steel blades at those who were in your pursuit. Both knives hit home, sending two of the three soldiers spiralling into the streets below. Dead.

But one was still on your tail, dodging the two falling bodies effortlessly. Using your momentum, you crashed through the wooden window, rolling as you landed before continuing to flee.

Shit, this really wasn’t good. But one question still circled your mind. How the fuck did they know you were there? How could you possibly have been compromised? The job was airtight. Nobody outside your trusted group knew the positions you would be in and when.

The thought had thrown off your rhythm. Not concentrating on where your feet were falling, you’d missed the staircase right in front of you, only noticing when your foot met air instead of solid ground. Throwing your hands up to somewhat protect you, you were thankful for the corner as you slammed into the wall, your front jolting in protest. Shaking your head in an attempt to free yourself from the disorientation, you swiftly stood and wasted no time skipping the rest of the stairs, shouting a quick “Sorry!” to the couple who yelped in surprise as you vaulted over their kitchen table and burst through their door, back out into the streets. You had a few seconds reprieve before the hissing of gas met your ears, and once again took off running.

The street was irritatingly busy, you having to pick your way through the crowds whilst the zipping and hissing of ODM gear threatened to swoop down from above.

“Fuck fuck fuck.” You muttered, now shoving people aside. This was not ideal. Though the crowded street gave you some cover, it had slowed your momentum significantly.

Scanning around as you sprinted, you saw the perfect opportunity to broaden the gap between you and your pursuer. It was risky as shit, but desperate times called for desperate measures.

With a burst of speed fuelled purely by adrenaline, you raced towards the broken wagon. It acted almost as a ramp up to a swinging tavern sign. ‘The Broken Casket’. You’d never been and honestly had no interest in going, but you silently thanked whoever decided to place the sign at the perfect angle for you to use as a stepping stone. The wagon creaked as you sped up the planks of wood with cat-like agility. Using your arms for momentum, your foot connected with the swinging sign as you leapt across the street. However, in your planning, you’d failed to notice the sound of ODM gear had ceased behind you. It only occurred to you after another body slammed into yours mid jump, a low grunt interrupting your thought process as the two of you crashed into the dirt.

Surprised shouts and exclamations of the crowd brought you back to your senses as you expertly kicked the soldier from your body, rolling to avoid any sort of attack coming your way. This was bad. This was really bad. Drawing two more blades from your leather suit, you flipped them in your hands, ready to face off against your attacker, who had already begun his onslaught with his own steel.

The singing of metal rang in your ears, sparks flying with every collision.

Raising your arm beside your head, you blocked a heavy kick to your face, hissing ever so slightly at the contact. Shit, this guy was good. Ducking beneath a swipe, you took advantage of the fact you were wearing a masked helmet, bringing your head up viciously. You watched as he dodged backwards, his footwork borderline perfect before sweeping for your leg. Barely having enough time to register the attack, you leapt and twisted, bringing your own leg against the side of his head. He mimicked your block, your foot connecting with his forearm instead of his skull. You’d traded blows with hundreds of people before, each fight ending in just a few seconds. You knew you were good. Really good, in fact. But the man currently shrouded by a green cape was just as good. Dare you admit, maybe better than you.

No, you wouldn’t admit that, not when you had just landed a solid hit to his stomach with the hilt of your knife, not the end you’d wanted to land but at this point you were thankful for any successful blows. Rolling deftly to the right, you lunged once again whilst you thought he was still reeling from the impact.

He wasn’t.

He had lulled you into a false sense of security and let you believe the blow had impacted him more than it actually had. A knee cracked against your jaw, throwing you to the side. Sliding against the ground, you slammed into a wall, slumping as you recovered. Your hand came up to cradle the side of your face, wincing as you gently took hold of your chin, before jerking your jaw back into place. You couldn’t deny it. That hurt. A lot.

“You done?” raising your head from the dirt, you glare into the void beneath the hood, a voice you’d sworn you’d heard before, but you pushed down the confusion of familiarity. Slowly placing your blades back into their scabbards, you raised your hands as you stood, taking a step forward away from the wall behind you.

“Shit… Yeah. I’m done.” You admitted lowly, now standing before him, arms still raised in submission. That was until he came closer. You tried not to give away your plan as he cautiously walked towards you, keeping your eyes trained on the ground until you could see the tips of his boots in your vision. You couldn’t help the feral grin that sliced across your face.

Before he had time to question it, your foot connected with the underside of his chin.

It was a move Prongs had taught you a very long time ago. If ever you were in trouble, this was your best bet of escape.

The world turned upside down as you flipped backwards, watching in satisfaction as the man staggered backward. Now it was his turn to cradle his jaw.

“Never let your guard down, Scout.” You spat, before bolting away. That was close. Too close. You just hoped the rest of your Shadows had made it back.

꧁⎈꧂

What. The FUCK. Just happened? He had never seen someone with those kinds of skills before. It would have been impressive if it wasn’t a life or death situation. Levi stood there in the middle of the street, slouched ever so slightly, eyes wide with shock.

What the fuck just happened?

His hand still cradled his chin painfully. How the fuck was he just bested? He wasn’t even thinking clearly throughout that entire chase. All that was running through his head was how the fuck this guy was able to pull of moves like that. He’d seen some daring examples of parkour in his time but leaping over an entire street? Swinging from overhead bridges? The leader of The Nest was on a whole other level. He thought back to their entire ordeal. He must have been taught by someone. There was no way he couldn’t have been.

For some reason, that voice played in his head on repeat. A teasing carousel. He wouldn’t dare assume, but it sparked something in his mind. Something he wouldn’t dwell on now, but if they managed to catch this Raven, then maybe he could figure out just where the hell he’d heard that voice. Sure it was a little muffled and distorted by the mask, but it still bothered him.

Straightening himself, he pulled the hood of his cloak lower against his face. He told Erwin this was ridiculous. He told him this was a fruitless expedition. He was getting a little sick of people not listening to him for various reasons. He suspected it was because of his background.

Levi had done half of the job he was tasked with. Keeping the leader away from the rest of the group for as long as he could. Whilst he wasn’t able to detain him, this should be enough to please the Commander. As if remembering where he was, his skin began to crawl. The filth all around him almost felt suffocating.

“Shit…” he muttered, running his hand through his dark locks, sweat making them stick to his forehead. Looking back to where he’d watched the criminal race away, he pulled the triggers on his ODM gear, the gears shooting into the brick and wood of the upper streets before engaging his gas to meet up with Erwin and Hange. If everything went to plan, they would have the leader of The Nest already detained by the time he got there.

Levi couldn’t deny this operation had been a shitshow. They had severely underestimated the skill of these Shadows. Comrades falling left and right in their pursuit.

It was strange, being back. Dragging up memories he’d tried so hard to bury. His past suddenly creeping back up behind him. Gritting his teeth, he decided to concentrate on where he was going rather on the tendrils of discomfort seeping into his mind. He would face those demons later, when he wasn’t surrounded by death and filth.

Now he thought about it, facing the underground city and facing titans were similar in many ways. Both were terrifying thoughts to most. Both seemed to be caked in dirt and grime. And both seemed to result in the inevitable high death toll. It was frustrating to no end, but it wasn’t a surprise. Everything seemed to result in death. The only constant in this cruel world. It followed him like a curse.

His thoughts twisted back to you. Wondering if you were down here, somewhere. You were always so mysterious. Even when the two of you were together you’d disappear for days on end, only leaving a cryptic message behind. You’d never told him where you went, and he’d never pried. The wind in his ears took the form of your bubbling laughter, images of you clutching your abdomen after he’d told some sorry excuse of a joke.

Shit, he needed to get out of here. The longer he stayed, the further his thoughts strayed back to you.

꧁⎈꧂

You had never run so fast in your life. Wanting to meet up with your Shadows as soon as possible, hoping they would all be there safe. It was a fool’s hope, you knew that, but it was the only hope you had left, unable to shake the unease. Had you all been compromised, or just you and your Shadows? Was the location of The Nest safe? Was Scarlett safe?

You had come to the conclusion you must have been betrayed. There was no other explanation. It seemed impossible, one of your trusted betraying you all to the MPs, but how else would they have known you would have been at the warehouse? How else would they have known to call in the Scouts? They knew MPs alone couldn’t take on you and your Shadows, so they asked for help from a more skilled regiment. That was the only conclusion you could come to as you arrived at the rendezvous point.

Only to be greeted by an eerie silence. Not a soul to be seen.

This was wrong. Everything about this felt wrong. They should be here by now. Unless…

Unless they were at the backup site...

“NOW!”

A woman’s voice had your head jerking up to see you were surrounded. You watched the Scout pull some sort of trigger and as you did, time itself seemed to slow down. A faint click to your left alerted you to whatever trap they may have set. Leaping into a forward roll, you felt a rush of air behind your head as you dodged. Your heart pumping faster than ever as you look behind you, seeing the weighted net that had missed you by less than an inch.

Returning your gaze to the rooftops, you watched as several soldiers zipped onto the ground around you. The hidden square you’d chosen as your first meetup point now riddled with green capes, rifles and blades pointed in your direction.

You were trapped.

“What the fuck do you want?” your voice sounded a lot more confident than you felt. Coming out as a threatening demand rather than a timid question. (E/C) eyes widened behind your mask as a tall, blonde haired man pulled down the hood of his dark green cape. You knew that face, you’d seen it in the papers. The Commander of the Scouts had come to pay you a visit.

How thoughtful.

“The question still stands, Erwin Smith. What the fuck do you want?” you stood a little taller, though he still towered over you. Subtly, your hand went to one of your blades on your belt. If he got close enough, you could sink it into his throat. Throwing the Scouts around you into disarray was probably the only way to escape this, though those chances seemed incredibly slim.

Erwin raised a thick eyebrow to you.

“I’m surprised you’re familiar with my name, considering your… living conditions,” though he seemed to choose his words carefully, they still fanned the flames of hatred in your gut. His perceptive eyes glanced towards your hand nearing a wicked dagger on your belt. “I’d strongly advise you against that,” he warned, his voice low as he nodded his head to something behind you. Swiftly, you turned, and immediately regretted everything. Horror and guilt pierced your heart as you beheld Una as she was dragged forwards, a blade positioned near her throat. “Her life is in your hands, Raven. Co-operate, and we’ll let her go. Fail to do so…” the blade pressed into her throat a little, a small trickle of crimson staining the pale flesh of her neck.

“R-Raven, I'm so sorry,” she rasped, finding difficulty in speaking with the steel against her jugular.

“Shh, shh Una, don’t speak. You’re okay, yeah? You’re fine, you’re going to get out of this, okay? You’ll be alright,” you tried to reassure her as much as you could, but you knew she was scared. You could tell by the way her hands shook by her sides, her eyes squeezed shut. Fuck, this had not gone to plan.

Turning back to Erwin, your voice lowered to a snarl.

“Alright. What do you want? I won’t ask again,” the arrival of another soldier briefly held your attention, faintly acknowledging him as the one you fought earlier. Your jaw tensed as he landed next to the Commander, his face still shrouded in shadow by his hood. You felt a sick satisfaction in knowing that the inevitable bruise blossoming under his chin was from your fight earlier. But he didn’t seem bothered by it.

Annoyingly.

“I’m sure you’ve guessed what we want by now, but I’ll tell you anyway. We want to take you with us, back to the surface, where you will atone for your crimes. In return, we will release this girl and allow the rest of your gang to go free,” it was an incredibly good deal for you, the only issue being…

You die.

The image of your wife danced behind your eyes as you closed them. She was right. You’d been captured.

But a strange calm settled over you. Maybe you could see him again. You’d finally be reunited and free of this world’s filth.

“Alright,” there was almost no hesitation to your answer. Something that caused Una to cry out.

“NO! Raven you can’t! They’ll kill you! Get the hell out of here, I'm not this important!” she attempted to bargain with you, only resulting in that blade pressed closer to her throat.

“DON’T!” you shouted, your voice now breaking ever so slightly. “Please… let her go.” slowly, your hands came up to your masked helmet. Removing it, you allowed the reveal to settle over the soldiers around you.

The leader of The Nest was a woman.

The shock was always something you revelled in. Of course, under normal circumstances, a venomous smile would crawl across your face.

But not this time.

Levi had completely frozen. Eyes wide, mouth parted in shock. His heart was a sick amalgamation of sheer joy and utter terror. Though your face had changed slightly with age, he’d recognise those eyes anywhere. They were harsher than before. Colder. No longer the eyes of a softer, young girl, but those of a savage, hardened killer. But it was you. You were here, in front of him. You were alive.

And he’d knee'd you in the face.

“RAVEN DON’T.” Una knew it was already too late. Your face had been revealed. There was no turning back now. Tossing your helmet to the side, you turned back to face the trio now in front of you. The woman who had pulled the trigger on whatever trap they’d set was now staring at you almost in awe. Erwin’s expression too seemed surprised, but it was the expression of the shorter man next to him that caught your attention. He seemed frozen solid, unmoving. You tried to catch a glimpse of his face beneath his hood, but that only provoked him to shadow it further.

“Let her go. Let them all go,” your voice had dropped significantly, though your eyes still held that steely determination. Staring up at Erwin, you watched as he nodded his head for Una to be released. Raising your hands to show you had nothing up your sleeves, you slowly walked over to her form sprawled out on the floor, head refusing to rise and look at you.

“Raven… I—“

“It’s alright, Una. It’s alright,” you cooed, gently lifting her chin to look at you, her hood still hanging low across her face, her features stayed hidden throughout everything. “This wasn’t your fault. None of this, was your fault, okay? We were betrayed, and I'm pretty sure that wasn’t you,” you chuckled gently, trying to lessen the tension.

Still, you could see the slivers of silver lining her eyes in the low light, tears of guilt welling up. “Hey, listen to me. You’re going to be okay. You’re all going to be okay. We prepared for this, didn’t we? We knew this might happen someday,” your voice was soft as you spoke to her, as if you were simply trying to comfort a child after a nightmare.

Helping her to her feet, you reached for your mask, lifting it from the floor and placing it in her hands. Her breath hitched in her throat as her eyes widened.

Una knew the significance of this.

“Give it to Prongs. Tell him I’m sorry it wasn’t quite the ceremony we would have wanted. Tell him to look after them for me. Look after her, for me,” taking a step back, you fisted your hands to stop yourself from tearing up, eyes trained on the ground. “I’m so sorry,” you whisper, before raising your head. “Now go. Get the fuck out of here.” your commanding tone returned, giving your last order as the leader of The Nest.

Levi’s heart clenched at the exchange unfolding before him. Though your appearance may have changed, you were still as soft as ever. He’d tilted his head down at your gaze, fearful of your reaction when you’d figure out who he was. How this would look. Him, in all his ‘Humanity’s Strongest Soldier’ glory, and you, the Underground’s most dangerous criminal. He wouldn’t be able to stand the flash of betrayal he knew he’d see in those familiar eyes.

Unable to stop your heart shattering as Una turned and ran, you took a breath. Raising your hands once again, you allowed soldiers to pull each arm out by your side as they began searching your body for weapons. You always made a habit of bringing a ridiculous amount of knives and blades with you on every job. And this was no different.

“That was honourable of you, Raven,” Erwin was the first to speak, though the title now made you scoff. You wouldn’t tell them your name, not yet anyway.

One of the soldiers patting you down was forced to gesture to a friend, her own hands now full of your various weaponry. And that was only your belt. You flicked your eyes to the three in front of you. The woman looked like she was going to burst any second.

“THAT WAS INCREDIBLE! Sorry, I couldn’t contain myself any longer. The way you dodged that trap was unlike anything I’ve ever seen! It was AMAZING! Who taught you to do that? The name’s Hange, by the way. Hange Zoë, science and titan enthusiast. I’d shake your hand but you seem to be a little tied up at the moment!”

The sudden explosion of excitement caught you off guard, your expression turning to one of sheer incredulous confusion, before realising you’d probably have to listen to her babbling throughout your entire journey back.

“I didn’t know you were going to torture me. Just kill me now,” you huffed sarcastically, expression darkening as soldiers roughly pulled your arms behind your back, clasping them in manacles after making sure all weapons were removed from your legs, your expression unchanging.

But that didn’t seem to deter the scientist. If anything, she found your attitude amusing.

“Wow! Levi, she’s just like you! Is everyone from the Underground so unapproachable?” she asked cheerily as the two soldiers holding your arms began to steer you away. But you refused to move. Levi too seemed stuck to the spot.

Everything went still, and it was as if nothing else existed but the two of you.

Ever so slowly, Levi pulled down his hood, revealing those dark bangs you remembered so clearly. Silvery blue eyes met (E/C) ones. It wasn’t quite the reunion either of you were expecting, but you were both here. Alive

“Levi…” you whispered after refinding your voice, torn between wanting to run to him and running away from him. Fear clung to your heart, knowing how much he would hate you for what you’d become.

Levi schooled his expression back to neutrality as Hange looked between the two of you.

“Do you two… know each other?!?!” Hange’s beam of excitement caused him to cringe internally. Looking you up and down, the raven haired man raised a thin eyebrow in what looked like disgust.

“Tch, no.”

Well, that wasn’t what you were expecting. You blinked in surprise, eyes narrowing to your previous lover, trying to mask your hurt. Maybe he didn’t remember you? But with the look of recognition in his stormy eyes, you swiftly ruled out that possibility. What you’d feared all these years had finally come to fruition. You’d found him again.

And he despised you.

Levi turned on his heel, stalking away from you as the two MPs tugged on your arm, finally prompting you to move. He didn’t think his heart could shatter much more. After losing his mother, his family, his home.

You.

He didn’t think he had the ability to break any further. But life clearly thrilled in proving him wrong.

꧁⎈꧂

The walk back to the surface was agonising. Both of you stealing glances at one another at every opportunity. His, masked with indifferent contempt, your’s overflowing with betrayal and rage.

How could he stand there and say the two of you didn’t know each other? As if you hadn’t been in a relationship for years. As if he didn’t know every little thing about you. As if you hadn’t shared his bed, moaning in ecstasy as he pried you thighs open, burying his tongue, his fingers or his length between your aching folds. As if you hadn’t heard every whimper and groan he could make, coercing them from his throat as you swirl your tongue around the head of his cock. As if you hadn’t been the one to finally hear those three words you never thought he could say. As if they weren’t directed at you.

Great, now you were angry and aroused.

Dragging your eyes away from him, you focussed on the long street ahead of you, now failing to notice the way his expression shifted slightly as he looked in your direction.

As you walked, more and more civilians stepped out of their homes to watch, many of them nodding their heads in respect, or removing their hats in mourning. You return their gestures, refusing to let your head bow as you dip your chin in recognition.

Levi could do nothing but observe the strange reactions from the swiftly gathering crowds. Some of them even shout to you.

“We owe you, Raven!”

“Give those fuckers hell!”

“Don’t let them take you lying down!”

You chuckled in response, both a sound and expression he’d missed so dearly. It made those long dead butterflies flutter once again in his stomach.

Even more so when a little kid approached you.

“Miss Raven… Why are there soldiers everywhere?”

Your eyes softened to the grubby little girl, crouching down where you stood, much to your escort’s dismay.

“They’re here to make sure little squirts like you listen to your mommy and daddy and go to bed on time,” the kid squealed in delight in your words. You lamented your hands not being free, the temptation to tickle the little tyke almost overwhelming, making your wrists squirm in their restraints.

“Hey, get the fuck out of here, stupid kid,” the soldier to your left delivered a harsh kick to the child’s side, sending her sprawling to the floor and out of your way. You don’t think anything could have brought you more rage. Not even your ex’s indifference to your existence.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” standing swiftly to your feet, you glowered dangerously into the MPs surprised eyes, now struggling in his grip as the kid started to cry. “She’s just a kid, you foul mouthed, pig eyed, vile piece of shit,” if it wasn’t for your circumstances and situation, Levi would have laughed at your insults. Clearly you’d broadened your vocabulary since the last time he’d seen you.

It was only when you’d managed to deliver a harsh, bone cracking kick to the soldier’s kneecap did Levi decide he should probably intervene, as much as he’d originally intended to stay away from you.

Something he subconsciously didn’t want to do.

“Oi, move along. I’ll deal with her, fucking degenerates,” his sharp voice cut through the commotion, causing the soldiers to stop in their tracks and whirl around.

“Captain Levi, sir! We were just—”

“I don’t care. Go.” he ordered. If they were Scouts, they wouldn’t have dared to hesitate, but since they weren’t a part of his regiment, it took them a moment for the order to register in their small minds, before they scurried away.

As soon as your arms were free of their grip, you immediately rushed to the little girl’s side, cooing gentle reassurance.

“Hey, come on now, you gotta be brave, yeah? You can’t cry every time a pig like that gets the better of you. Hell, then I’d never stop crying,” your little joke stopped the kid’s sobbing. Clearly your reputation extended even to the children of the Underground. “Where’re your parents, kid? Where’s your mom?” you asked, ignoring the obvious gaze burning a hole in the back of your head.

The little girl sniffled, pointing back to the head of a worried looking young woman, searching frantically for her little girl. A soft smile graced your lips, before you gently gestured for the girl to run along back to her mother, that smile growing as you watched her scamper off and giggle slightly as she was reprimanded in a giant bear hug.

“You haven’t changed, have you?” Levi’s cold voice brought you back to reality, prompting you to rise back up to your feet.

“Thought you didn’t know me,” there was none of that friendly familiarity he’d seen in your eyes earlier. There was only cold, ruthless ice. He shivered despite himself.

Softening his own gaze as you turned your head to him, he could recognise that spark of hatred. He’d seen it so many times when you faced down some sort of oaf who’d decided you were easy pickings back when the two of you were teenagers. He suddenly felt a pang of pity for all those who had suffered under this glare.

It was indeed terrifying.

“(Y/N)—”

“Don’t fucking call me that. You don’t get to call me that,” you didn’t try to tame the loathing fury in your tone. You didn’t pretend you didn’t revel in that confused look in his eye. Good, let him be confused. Though you didn’t know why. He should know well enough why you were furious.

“Okay…” —Levi took a breath— “Okay. Raven, then. That’s your alias, isn’t it. Raven?” He didn’t know why he was asking you such an obvious question, but he couldn’t help it. He had a craving just to hear your voice. The same voice that had haunted him for years, the same voice that had awoken him from the few hours he would be able to sleep.

Still, where his tone had lowered, yours refused to. How dare he show up after all these years and then claim he didn’t even know you.

“Obviously,” you spat, pure venom lacing your tone.

“So this is where you went. This is what you did. You were a part of The Nest this entire time and you didn’t think to tell me?” it was his turn to spit, clearly whatever had caused his gaze to soften previously had been replaced by something you couldn’t quite place. You weren’t as good at reading him as you used to be. His face had changed with time, and he’d clearly learned to school his expression much better than he used to.

“So what if it was? You don’t know me, remember?” you couldn’t help but use his words against him, wanting to drive home how much it had fucking hurt. Your eyes flickered to the now blackened bruise on the underside of his stupidly chiseled jaw. Something ugly twisted in your gut, whether it was satisfaction or guilt, you couldn’t decipher.

As if in retaliation, his own eyes glanced at the almost matching mark on your chin, the same mixture of emotions flashing briefly in his eyes before he took hold of your arm. It wasn’t as rough as you would have expected, but if anything, that simply annoyed you more.

“Tch, just move already,” the two of you had started to draw more attention to your conversation than either of you would have liked. So reluctantly, you placed on foot in front of the other and started walking again, returning back to acknowledging and recognising the respect those gathered were giving you. You remembered everyone you’d helped. Bringing them food, water, medical supplies.

“RAVEN!!” A loud shout of your alias had your head whirling to the right, searching for the owner of the voice. “RAVEN?!?” a small, older woman pushed her way through the people, almost falling to your feet. Tears threatened to spill from her eyes as she looked up at you.

You recognised her as one of your regulars. Her son had fallen ill months ago, and needed a medicine the MPs refused to hand out if not for a hefty sum of money. You’d offered your services to her after seeing her begging in the street, the sight hauntingly familiar to you. “I… I wanted to thank you. For everything you’ve done for me. For my son. He— I fear he wouldn’t be alive today without your help,” the woman hiccuped through her gratitude, drying her eyes with a worn, stained handkerchief. Your expression shifted to one of gentle indifference. You wouldn’t make the same mistake of outwardly showing your caring side like you did with the little girl.

“Make sure he stays rested,” was all you said, before continuing on without the prompting of Levi behind you, who now stood still in mild shock. Watching as many placed a hand on your shoulder as you walked, your head still held high.

“I don’t know what you men plan on doing with her, but she’s only ever helped us. She’s a good person,” the older woman’s eyes only spoke the truth as she looked to Levi, who only glanced back at you in response, watching as you climbed the stairs.

“I know. She always was.”

You stopped and turned back before you left for good, eyes lingering down the crowded street, a thousand faces peering up at you. Hats in hands, hands folded over one another in mourning. You recognized that with your leaving, a lot of people will go hungry. Many will die of diseases or viruses without the medicine you could steal and distribute. You knew Prongs was good, but he didn’t quite command that same kind of respect you did.

With a final nod of your head towards the crowd’s respect, you turned and left the Underground, leaving your past along with it.

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cloudytamaki · 4 years ago

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bnha » making out drabbles

warnings. implied sexual themes, cussing genre. fluff, lime juice (mostly in bakugo & denki’s) companion piece. making out hcs (read the hcs first!!) author’s notes. i was in a good mood while writing this at 10:30 pm.. i was watching funny scenes from Mrs. Doubtfire 😭 characters are all 18+. enjoy <3

KATSUKI BAKUGO.

“F – Katsuki...” Your fingers pressed into the taut and sticky skin of Katsuki’s shoulders as your head dropped back, eyes shut tightly. Your teeth clenched when he nipped your neck, a brief but delicious burning sensation accompanied with the bite.

Your back hit the closet wall as your hips ground against his, your crushing kiss muffling his pleasured groan. His hands slipped up your shirt, his calloused fingers caressing your hips. The air was thick and warm, the air circulation not good at all.

You barely registered the indistinct chatter coming from outside the closet, all your energy focused on just your boyfriend. He bit your bottom lip and you moaned helplessly into his mouth, his lips already making you come undone.

Another provoking buck of your hips and your lips were catching another one of his groans, the vibrations sending electricity down your spine. Suddenly a gust of cool air hit your sweaty body, the sound of laughter invading your eardrums.

Your eyes widened and your already cerise cheeks became darker in embarrassment. Katsuki backed away and completely moved off of you, his own skin burning with rage. You noticed a panicked and flushed Kirishima, who had his hand over his mouth as he backed away.

“You damn extras!” Katsuki was ready to throw hands, tiny sparks jumping off his fingers. He leapt forward, his yells echoed by the hallway. “I’ll kill you all!”

SHOTO TODOROKI.

“I love you, Sho,” you sighed into Shoto’s lips, your arms lazily hung around his neck, his chest so close to yours you could hear his heartbeat.

“Y/N... I love you too.” Even though it was dark, you could make out a small smile on his lips, obviously content with the current situation. You and your boyfriend Shoto were in a dorm bathroom, gently kissing as you hugged, talking about miscellaneous things such as schoolwork and food.

He gently nibbled on your lower lip, eliciting a soft chuckle from you. “Hey, where’d you—”

The door was thrown open, a shriek accompanying the intrusion. Before you knew it you were torn away from Shoto’s lips and now behind him as he glared at the person who ruined the soft moment.

Denki Kaminari.

Wicked laughter resonated throughout the bathroom as the light turned on, pretty much blinding you and your boyfriend.

“Kaminari—!” You were about to strangle him when he saluted you and took off, no doubt to tell the rest of the class. Shoto sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose in exasperation. “Y/N – we need to lock the door next time.”

EIJIROU KIRISHIMA.

“Mmff – hnmm...” You kept your moans in as Eijirou’s soft lips pressed to your own, his body curved over you. He released a tiny groan when you pushed yourself close to him, your midsection barely brushing against his own. You separated the kiss, his warm lips immediately leaving your own as you pulled away.

“So, you were just coming out here to get snacks?” You asked breathlessly, your voice teasing as your cheeks practically glowed pink. Eijirou chuckled nervously, his hand at the back of his neck, a nervous habit of his.

“Yes?”

“At one am?”

“Yes.”

“Okay,” you rolled your eyes, a pink blush forming on Eijirou’s cheeks. “So how did this happen?” You gestured in between yourself and Eijirou, your bodies merely inches apart.

“I dunno,” he shrugged with an awkward smile, “It just did?”

“You dummy.” You shook your head in amusement, eyes twinkling as you made eye contact with his gentle crimson orbs. “I love y—”

“Holy shit. Kirishima? L/N?!”

Your eyes widened as you whirled around, your gaze locking on the last person you wanted to see. Son of a bitch, what luck. Eijirou’s eyes were wide as he stumbled back to focus on the grape boy.

“Woah, did you smash yet?” The words that left the boy’s lips were extremely embarrassing, making you recoil in disgust.

“No! I – I, um...” Eijirou tried to answer but couldn’t, his voice fading as Mineta kept his stare locked on him.

“Did you touch her boobs?” You crossed your arms over your chest, biting your lip as you looked down. You were a bit self conscious about your chest, and did not like when others used slang for your body. They were breasts, not boobs.

Eijirou noticed your discomfort, stepping forward menacingly. “Leave us alone.”

He grabbed your wrist and pulled you over to his room, sitting you down on his bed.

“I’m sorry that happened, Y/N.”

“I-it’s okay,” you said, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips at his kindness. “It wasn’t your fault.”

TAMAKI AMAJIKI.

“Y/N...” Tamaki whispered, a whimper leaving his lips as you kissed the shell of his ear, your teeth gently grazing over the warm skin. His lips trembled and his eyes squeezed shut as you began to gently pinch the epidermis of pointed ears.

You pulled away from his ears, peppering his face with kisses as you hugged him tightly. “I love you, I love you, I love you.” A soft sound left his lips as he embraced you, burying his face into the crook of you neck, his lips rolling against your skin.

“Bunny... I love you too – I love you so much.”

You swayed with him in your arms, slowly moving your hips to an imaginary song, as if you were rocking a baby. He lifted his head, raising himself up to you to give you a kiss. His lips connected with yours for a brief second, a lovely feeling rushing through you at the feeling.

The door was opened and a familiar blue haired girl walked in, but before Nejire could speak, Tamaki yelped and bounded right off of you, launching himself backwards. He fell right off the bed, hitting the floor with an ‘oof’.

“Tamaki!” You leaned over the edge of the bed, extending your hand to the blushing ravenette, his cheeks a light red as he grabbed your hand and got himself back onto the bed.

“Hi, Hado!” You greeted her, acting as if nothing had happened.

“What’re you guys doing?” Her voice was curious, questioning your actions.

“We were—” You racked your brain for answers, finally coming up with one, “Just studying. We were just studying.”

Her blue eyes sparkled even when she raised an eyebrow, obviously detecting your lie. Tamaki suddenly spoke, knowing she understood what was going on minutes ago.

“Please don’t tell anyone,” he begged, not wanting to endure questions or teasing.

“I won’t, Amajiki! It’s fine!” she reassured him, grinning as he released a soft sigh or relief. She waved to you, and exited the room, closing the door behind her.

DENKI KAMINARI.

“Shh! Denki, it’s eleven o’clock! We can’t make any noise—” The golden blonde cut you off, gently pressing his fingers into your hips, sending a shock of electricity into your bones.

You were straddling his waist, his back was on the couch and you were above him. Denki kept shocking you with his quirk, snickering at your reactions. You didn’t react to his electricity that time, continuing to scold him.

“Everyone’s asleep, it’s almost mid—”

He reached up, cupping your face as he lowered it a few inches, then brought his own lips to yours. Denki didn’t even bother to lick your lips, and opted to pry your mouth open so he could get his tongue inside, and with another shock to your hips, it did work.

Your lips parted for just a second, giving him the opportunity to slip his tongue in. The muscles tangled with each other, all concern forgotten. He carried the faint taste of mint toothpaste on his tongue from earlier, his lips soft and warm.

Sparks exploded in your stomach, and they weren’t from Denki’s fingers. Feeling the urge to make this makeout session more, you roughly ground your hips against his without any warning.

You felt him push back against you, his lower region making you aware of his arousal. Another grind and he was moaning into your mouth; you took the initiative to nip at his lips, your bites sudden and sharp.

He pulled away for just a second to catch a breath of air before he slammed his lips onto yours again, leaning up as his arms wrapped around you. Now he bucked his hips hard into yours, your breath hitching in your throat as his bulge pressed against your core.

“F – fuck, Denki...” The sound of your vulnerable voice was driving him, your moans music to his ears. His hands slid down your back, slowly finding their way under your shirt, leaving butterfly touches on different parts of skin.

He began to slide your nightshorts down, slowly and tantalizingly, knowing it would make you crazy. Sweat dripped down his forehead, an unbearable heat pooling between your thighs. Unable to take his teasing, you slammed your hips onto his, a loud groan leaving his lips as his clothed crotch began to poke at your center.

You heard a door slam in the distance, disregarding it as you fully focused on your boyfriend, his mouth open as he released numerous moans, most of them louder than they should be.

“What the fuck!” A loud voice startled you, your head almost knocking with Denki’s as you yanked your half down nightshorts up. “Are you two seriously getting down on the couch?!”

Bakugo was screaming at you, his voice rising as he fired questions at you... er, mostly Denki. You heard rushed footsteps down the hall and suddenly Iida was out there, lecturing you about the dangers of fucking on the couch.

“—As class rep, I simply cannot allow such frisky activities in these dorms! Especially on the couch, L/N, Kaminari! We use the couch, and it should not be disrespected in such a fashion!”

Iida’s exaggerated arm chops and loud voice drew the attention of other students, such as Kirishima, Mina, Todoroki, Midoriya, Mineta, and Tsu. They all watched with curious and smirking (some blank) faces, making you turn your head to Denki.

Who you were currently sitting on.

You gave him an oh fuck look as you moved off of him, excusing yourself to go and wallow in your embarrassment.

#denki kaminari #denki x reader #katsuki bakugo #bakugo x reader #kirishima x reader #bnha #bnha headcanons #bnha drabbles #eijirou kirishima #shoto todoroki #todoroki x reader #tamaki x reader #tamaki amajiki

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felswritingfire · 4 years ago

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April Brain Rot #13

Prompts:

9. Cabbage

7. "You're a terrible liar."

16. Celebratory Hug

Toddler!Sebek Zigvolt x Toddler!Reader

Summery: Feelings are hard and Lilia is having too much fun with Sebek's crisis

Lilia smiles, watching as the children milled around and mindlessly playing with each other and the toys that are scattered along the floor. “Aren’t they cute, Malleus?”

The taller of the two nods, a soft smile on his face as he spies you waddling about, holding a tiny poof ball of a kitten named Grim. “Yes. Very.”

“Not just little (Y/N), silly.” The old fae remarks, but the peaceful smile never leaves his face. He watches as you toddle over to the tiny pool that sits in the middle of the room, holding your hand out to a sniffling Azul- the chubby octomer grabbing hold of it and whining to you. You place Grim down, snoozing away despite the volume of Azul’s whimpering, and reach up to wipe away the inky tears. You coo at him, pressing your face against his, making him giggle. You pull away from him as soon as he calmed down, the twins coming to say hello and touch your clawless hands with their clawed ones. Floyd tries to pull you into the water but (much to Lilia’s and Malleus’ relief) Jade stops him. You wave to them and pick up Grim before making your way to Leona, who had shoved himself into the corner, laying with his face to the wall.

The old fae watches as Ruggie and Jack both nuzzle against you as you hand Grim over to Ruggie to hold. “You know,” he smiles at how Leona immediately looks at you when you press your hands against his back. “We never have to worry about the boys when they’re around. It’s wonderful. But...”

“But?” Malleus parrots, following Lilia’s gaze to where a little green haired toddler glares at the beast babies, his chubby fists curled into his shorts. “Oh.”

“They do have a way of gaining admires, don’t they?”

“Seems so.” Malleus’ eyebrows raise as he watches Sebek stomp over to you and grab at your arm, pulling you after him. Ruggie, Jack, and Leona hissing and growling and a little Grim yawning as he finally begins to wake up.

“‘Bekie-” you begin, having trouble keeping up with his pace.

“They’re trouble!” He declares, placing you next to a sleeping Silver in the little foam castle. “I don’t trust them!”

“B-but they’re my friends.”

“You should get better friends.”

Your lip wobbles. “I don’t like you talking about them like that.”

“It’s true! You should get better friends! Those ones aren’t worth anything!” He begins to shoot into a long winded tangent as he tugs at your arm to sit down with him, but you pull away, whimpering.

“N-no, they aren’t. You’re being mean, ‘Bekie.”

Sebek is stunned for a moment, seemingly incapable of speech before his round cheeks flush and he huffs. “No, I’m not!”

“Mm-hm. Right now you are.”

“Am not! You’re just dumb!”

You take a step back, your lips wobbling harder and your eyes turn watery. “‘Bekie… I don’t want to play with you.” You whisper, toddling out of the castle’s door with a drooped head and sniffling.

He stares, mouth agape, before he puffs out his cheeks, eyes shimmering with unshed tears as he crosses his arms and turns his back to the door. “Why’d they leave?”

“Because you were being mean, Sebek.” Came a sleepy reply.

“I was not! She’s dumb for trusting them-”

“So that’s what happened.”

A yelp escaped the two boys and they whip around to see Lilia smile at them, laying on his stomach and holding his cheeks in his hands. “Hi, old man.” Silver said after calming down.

“Hello, little one!” Lilia turns to look at Sebek, who shifts in his spot awkwardly. “So, you got mad at (Y/N) for having friends-”

“Dumb friends! They’re dangerous and not to be trusted!” The boy is quick to climb to his feet and walk over to Lilia. “My grandpa said that I had to watch out for suspicious people and those people are suspicious!”

Lilia bursts out laughing.

“It’s not funny!”

“You’re a terrible liar, Sebek.”

He sputtered. “I’m not lying-”

“Are you sure it’s not because you're jealous that our little (Y/N) isn’t paying attention to you?”

A screech leaves the boy making Silver jump and Lilia let out another round of laughter. “No! That’s- I- no!”

“Ah, so if Jack and (Y/N) were to get married you wouldn’t have a problem with it?”

“No! They can’t do that!”

“But why? It’s not like you have a crush on her or anything.”

Sebek looks down, his features a mess of confusion as fat tears rolled down his face. “I-I don’t want them to marry anyone… because… because…” He sniffled and a shuddering sob leaves him.

Lilia sighs, his smile softening as he pats Sebek’s spiky hair. “You know, you really hurt their feelings? If they’re important to you, you should treasure and respect them, silly boy. Now, after you calm down go and apologize to them.” Lilia pulls a tissue from his back pocket, holding it to Sebek’s nose.

Sebek nods, blowing into the tissue. “O-Ok…”

“Good!” Lilia slips out from the opening, sitting on his calves and giving Malleus a thumbs up. He sent one back with one hand while the other patted your head. You looked up at him, clinging to his pant leg. “Is ‘Bekie gonna be ok?”

He smiles down at you and nods. “Of course, little starlight. He’ll be out in a bit.”

You nod. Before looking back up at him and asking: “do you think he’ll like my gift?”

He looks down at the little ring pop in your hand. He laughs. “I do believe so.”

You smile up at him until you hear a familiar loud voice yell your name.

Sebek runs toward you with his arms splayed out, almost tripping on his own little feet as he cries. “I’m sorry! You aren’t dumb!”

You sniffle and run towards him with your arms out, “I’m sorry too! You’re not mea- oof!”

The two of you collide and tumble to the ground, crying.

“(Y/N)!”

“‘Bekie!”

Malleus herds the children waddling to join you two (namely Kalim, who he almost didn’t catch in time as he tried shooting past him in a white and red blur) out of the room to give you two some alone time. Lilia stands watch with a hand over his mouth, his face scrunching up in an effort to fight off the urge to squeal at the display.

You gasp, pulling away to dig through your pocket. “”Bekie! ‘Bekie! I- um- I got-” you present the ring pop to him- “I got you this!”

He stares at it before his face flushes a deep red and he looks you in the eye. “Yes!”

Lilia lets out a high pitched squeak that dissolves into a roaring cackle at the way you blink. “What?”

But Sebek isn’t listening, instead choosing to rip the ring pop out of the package and slip it on his ring finger. He nods with a happy smile and flushed cheeks. “I will treasure it always.”

“You’re supposed to eat it though?”

Malleus walks back in to see Lilia doubled over, screaming: “my stomach!” and a Sebek arguing: “you can’t eat a wedding ring!” He chooses to walk back out with the children in the hall.

Thank you for reading!

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mingoyeob-archive · 3 years ago

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Can you please do:

53: "We're stuck in the middle of a storm and all you want to do is play in the rain,"

41: "Dance with me,"

61: "If you keep looking at me like that I won't be able to handle myself,"

45: "Take.It.Off"

With Jungkook and reader.💜

Loads of love✨

under the oak tree drabble game ⚔️🌳 to make up for my delayed release of part 3 of under the oak tree i’ve decided to do a drabble game! send me a number + any of the characters from under the oak tree and i’ll write you a drabble :)

thank you so much for sending in a request 💜 💜 I love that you sent in multiple prompts cause it allowed me to really develop the story! I kinda went crazy with it tho, can you call 2.5k a drabble? idk but I hope you enjoy!

53: "We're stuck in the middle of a storm and all you want to do is play in the rain," + 41: "Dance with me," + 61: "If you keep looking at me like that I won't be able to handle myself," + 45: "Take.It.Off" - jjk x reader - word count: 2.5k

Your body swayed back and forth in your seat as the carriage wheeled over bumpy roads and rocky dirt paths. It had you gripping tightly to the underside of the leather seat to prevent yourself from falling to the hard cabin floor. Your gaze stayed trained out the window, watching the trees go by and the rain pouring down creating puddles along the roads. The small drops on the glass had your eyes zeroing on them, watching as they raced back and forth towards the edge of the carriage door. Oh how I tire of this dreadful weather you mused, a frown settling on your face at the thought. Jungkook grunting as if to catch your attention was the only thing that had your head turning away, meeting dark brown pools that filled steely eyes.

“Are you upset with me?”

Any other day his question would have had you scrambling to pacify his concern, but today, your foul mood had you holding your tongue. Of course you were upset, he was taking you to the one place you hated the most - home. Well, what used to be your home, Uwhen felt more like your home now than that place ever did.

You fixed him with a blank stare. “Yes.” you say, voice monotonous and lacking any obvious emotion.

Your blunt response had Jungkook's eyes slowly widening as he registered just how bad he had fucked up. He never would’ve guessed you’d be this upset, he was doing this for you after all. When Jungkook first got the invitation to attend one of your fathers council meetings to oversee the trades occurring with other kingdoms he was completely set on denying the request; he was never one to meddle into things that didn’t directly affect his people. But one of his own advisors, Seokjin, had reminded him that as the new Duke it technically was one of his responsibilities to be there. Plus, according to him, a good opportunity to get you out of the castle.

“If I was her, I’d want to get out of here as soon as possible!” He had said comically, laughing at his own terrible joke loud and squeaky like. Jungkook frowned at the memory.

Had you said something to him about wanting to leave? he had wondered. Even though you hadn’t (you barely even knew the man), Jungkook’s worries continued to spiral out of control and he hastily had sent your father confirmation that he would be there and that he was taking you with him. He hesitated with his response trying to find the right words to make sure he didn’t make the situation worse. “I’m sorry I assumed you would be ha-”

Bang!

Jungkook's apology was interrupted by the loud sound of something cracking, the two of you launching off your seats as the carriage immediately leaned over on its side. The crash had you two falling out of your seats onto creaking wood, bodies crumpling onto one another and limbs draped everywhere. You had let out an oof at the fall, but Jungkook had seemed unfazed and if anything more pissed off than dazed. It took you a minute to gather your bearings, trying to determine which way was up and which way was down, but as soon as you did you realized you were staring directly into Jungkook's eyes, body sprawled across his chest.

It seemed like he had made an effort to try and catch you during the fall and somehow his arm had found its way around your waist, huge hand unintentionally landing directly on your ass. Your face heated up immediately. “Jungkook, your hand.” he just quirked an eyebrow, oblivious to what you were referring to which only served to make you more annoyed. "Take.It.Off"

He looked confused for a second before finally registering where his mischievous hand had strayed. Despite how he was internally freaking out, his hands had calmly retracted and instead moved to your shoulders to lift you back into your seat as if you were as light as a feather, catching you off guard. You could only sit there surprised at the action, watching as Jungkook’s giant figure struggled to stand up in the cabin, neck bending to duck out of the cabin when he opened the door.

“What the hell happened out here?!”

“I’m sorry my Lord, but it seems one of our wheels got stuck in a hole and broke its bearing.” The coachmen muttered embarrassed, cringing at the obvious anger that showed across Jungkook’s face. The driver's words had you sticking your own head out of the door, flinching as the ice cold rain immediately started drenching you.

“Well how long will it take you to fix it?!” Jungkook questioned irate.

The man avoided Jungkook's fiery gaze, rubbing at his neck, “Considering the craftsman isn’t until the next town, I’m not quite sure. We’d have to walk the rest of the way unfortunately and that could take the rest of the day and probably into the night, sir.”

Jungkook let out a groan, obviously upset with the coachmens words. He threw his hands up, turning in his spot to kick at the edge of the broken down carriage only to just notice that you had stepped out into the rain yourself. Immediately he walked over, boots stumping in the mud. “Get back in the carriage Y/N.”

You scoffed, “No way, you heard the man. We’ll have to walk and you’re not leaving me out here by myself to wait for you to return with a damn wheel.” You glared up at him, neck straining to look up and meet his gaze confidently. “Besides I think I can handle a little rain by now.”

“Rain has nothing to do with it. I didn’t plan on leaving you, I’m staying here. He can walk to the town by himself,” The driver let out a sound of alarm at his statement to which Jungkook paid no mind to. “He can send word to your father to get another carriage to escort us the rest of the way.”

“Jungkook, staying here would be the worst thing to do and getting my father involved would just be a nuisance and you don’t want to make him upset, do you? We can just stop at an inn and stay till the morning.” You were obviously trying to stop Jungkook from continuing the journey to your father. But he didn’t know that of course and he actually began to mull over the idea. The two of you stood in the rain for a moment glaring at each other, waiting for one of you to give up. When he realized that he wasn’t going to win, he let out a grunt, spinning on his heel to trudge down the path. The driver stared back and forth between the two of you, confused about what just happened. You just smiled at your plan actually working and followed behind him, satisfied with your accomplishment.

For a while the three of you walked, completely soaked from the relentless downpour with clothes clinging to your bodies. Thankfully it began calming down as you continued on the road, but the mood surrounding everyone was still tense. You could tell Jungkook was still upset as he had never stopped glowering at the forest ahead, eyebrows furrowed and jaw tense. His bristly mood had you sighing, perhaps it was time for you to try and break the ice.

“Jungkook.” you called from behind his towering figure, stopping in your tracks. He didn’t immediately respond, but after realizing you had halted he turned to look over his shoulder, offering you a grunt in question.

“Dance with me.” you say with a smile, beaming despite his obvious annoyance.

He merely arched a brow, finally facing you to stare at you blankly. Jungkook crossed his arms, “What?” he said.

You giggled, “I said dance with me!” you did a small spin in your spot, lips tilting up at the corners as you extended a hand in his direction. He just looked at it, face void of emotion.

“We're stuck in the middle of a storm and all you want to do is play in the rain.”

He sounded dreadfully confused, but that didn’t deter you from your mission. “Yes! In my opinion, mud makes for an excellent dance floor.” your voice dripped with excitement and when he didn’t show any sign of taking your hand you just took it upon yourself to take his hand from his folded arms and pulled him forward (it barely moved him but you get the jist).

Jungkook sighed and tried to stand his ground as you pulled relentlessly on his arms. The sound of your feet splashing in the mud made him cringe but regretfully he started moving to the beat you seemed to have made up in your head. You two spun in circles and moved back and forth down the path, making up your own dance as you went. The coachmen watched amused from the sidelines, clapping along to the two of you to mimic the sound of music. You knew Jungkook was trying to look like he was still upset, but you could tell it was an act and that he was starting to warm up to the idea as you went along. His arms started to loosen and his back started to untense, shoulders relaxing to make it easier for you to pull him along. He was even biting back a smile at the sound of your cute sounds and the hums you were letting out in tune to the drivers rhythm. At that moment Jungkook thought you looked absolutely enchanting.

Despite the hair stuck to your face, the bottom of your dress covered completely in mud and lingering scent of mildewy smelling soaked wet cotton, the drops of water stuck to your long lashes and the flush in your cheeks trumped all of those things. He had never seen you smile so hard or look so comfortable in his arms. Besides the accidental fall back at the carriage, this was the first time you had been this close to him since your wedding night and he could feel the heat radiating from your body, your hearts beating to the same rhythm. He truly felt like you were his.

So he watched as you continued to spin, laughs full of glee escaping past your lips. You even had the nerve to stick your tongue out in an effort to catch raindrops, showing off the long expanse of your throat and jutting collarbones. The sight had something stirring in him. And you must’ve noticed the change in his face because you stopped in your step, smile calming and eyes softening. You could tell he was deep in thought, so you didn’t feel the need to speak just yet. Instead, you just looked at him, eyes gazing up at him and swimming with admiration. Your shining irises peeking up below your lashes had your stare coming off as almost sultry and he felt his pulse quickening. When you picked up on the shift in his mood you decided to speak up. “Is something the matter, Jungkook?” you questioned, looking up with wide eyes. You looked so innocent. He knew it was wrong, but he wanted so bad to corrupt you.

Jungkook pulled you so close you had to strain your neck to stare up at him just before he dipped his head down, lips so close to touching. "If you keep looking at me like that I won't be able to handle myself."

Your breath caught in your throat and your face was full of surprise as you just stared at him speechless. It was almost as if you two were having some type of heated conversation with the way his dark eyes connected to yours. The tension was undeniable. But you two seemed to have forgotten that you guys weren’t the only ones out there on that dirt road, and the sound of the driver clearing his throat had you two stepping apart.

“Are you guys um...ready to keep heading towards the inn?” he mumbled, obviously uncomfortable. The two of you couldn’t answer fast enough.

“Yes!”

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House of Assassins

GrimmIchi Weekend Challenge #4

Words Count: 1738

Challenged by @backwardshirt

Warnings: None

Genre/trope: Found Family

Required words: neighbour, killer

Ichigo lives with his found family of assassins, and they're getting some new neighbours.

This will be part of a series :D

“Ichigo!” The voice came to him through the murky shadows of sleep. Ichigo shifted, heavy eyelids fluttering. “Ichigo! WAKE UP!” The scream jolted him fully awake and Ichigo barely had time to dodge whatever was flying toward him. He threw himself to the side and thudded to the floor. A shadow flew over him and his bed and hit the wall with a thunk! A groan came from the other side of the bed. Ichigo rubbed the side he landed on and raised himself up, peering over the bed. There he saw…a Renji, splayed out on the floor, red hair broken loose from its usual ponytail.

“What the hell, Renji? You could have knocked,” Ichigo grumbled. His friend grunted and heaved himself up from the floor, turning to face him.

“I did.” He rubbed his head with a frown. “And then Rukia said the food she made is getting cold. So I decided to use desperate measures.”

Ichigo gave him a deadpan stare. “Knocking didn’t work, so naturally your next step was launching yourself at me?” Renji blinked up at him.

“…yes?”

Ichigo glared at him. Renji shrugged. Ichigo sighed and pushed off from the bed. He turned around and walked to his closet to grab something to wear. As he pulled on his shirt, he glanced over his shoulder. “You gonna give me privacy or…?”

Renji, who had moved himself up to the bed and was laying on it and reading a manga he grabbed off the night table, gave him a cursory glance before returning to his book. “Nope. Your bed is comfy.”

“We have the same kind of mattress. Literally. Bought the same day. What the hell have you done to yours to make it less comfy?!” Ichigo struggled into his tight jeans as he spoke. Renji shrugged.

“Why do you wear such tight pants?” The tone of his voice suggested the question was meant rhetorically and Ichigo glared at him again. Renji smirked.

“Renji! Ichigo! The food is going cold! If you two don’t get down here right now, you’ll miss out!” The words were innocent enough, but the voice that delivered them was laced with barely contained annoyance. The two straightened and exchanged wide eyed glances before rushing to the door and down the stairs.

They were greeted by a stern-faced Rukia, a smiling Orihime munching on pancakes, and a silent Chad putting dishes in the dishwasher. Exchanging greetings with everyone, the two sat down with plates stacked with pancakes and dug in.

“Our new neighbours move in today,” Orihime stated cheerily as she finished the last of her food. She stretched her arms over her head. “So, we have to be on our best behaviour, you know. Kisuke said so.” Ichigo gave a non-committal grunt as he chewed on his food. As if Kisuke knows anything about ‘best behaviour’, he thought.

As if on cue, the door to the basement burst open and Kisuke Urahara struggled up the stairs, carrying a massive box. What was in the box? Ichigo wasn’t sure he wanted to know. He tried to eat faster, but he knew leaving any unfinished food wasn’t an option the way Rukia was watching. With a huff, Kisuke heaved the box and dropped it on the only clear section of the table. “How are my little killer children?” he asked with a grin. Orihime smiled widely.

“Good morning, Kisuke!” she chimed. Chad nodded a greeting before disappearing back upstairs. Ichigo stared at the blond man.

“I thought we were being subtle today?” he questioned. Kisuke waved him off with a smug grin.

“Eh?” Kisuke pretended to peer around with overexaggerated motions. “Why? Are there any new neighbours in here?” Ichigo shot him an annoyed glance but Renji snorted and almost choked on his food, catching the other boy’s attention.

“Renji. If you die laughing at Kisuke making fun of me, I will not be doing CPR to bring you back,” he stated. Renji coughed again, before managing to speak.

“F…Fair,” he gasped out before downing a glass of water. Ichigo turned back to Kisuke.

“Got any jobs today?”

Kisuke shook his head. “Nope. New supplies to test out, though,” he answered brightly as he patted the heavy box. Ichigo stared at the box for a moment, then shared a glance with Rukia, Orihime, and Renji.

“I have cooking lessons with Rukia later!” Orihime declared immediately.

“Going to meet up with Byakuya! We’ll be busy all day,” Renji added.

“I’m practicing hand to hand with Yoruichi today!” Ichigo threw his excuse out hastily. He sent a silent apology to Chad and Uryuu, and from the looks of everyone else’s faces, they were doing the same. Then, as if on a cue, all of them rapidly cleaned up and vacated the kitchen.

When he was finally out of the house, and free of Kisuke, only then did Ichigo allow himself to relax. A gentle autumn breeze tugged his hair and sent a shiver down his spine, so Ichigo turned up the collar of his jacket and shoved his hands in his pocket. He could see the moving truck pulled up to the house next to theirs, and although he was curious, he tried to keep his distance. Unfortunately, Kisuke was too good of friends with Yoruichi for Ichigo to be able to actually lie about practicing with her, so he had accidentally talked himself into a corner and had no choice but to walk past the truck on his way to her place.

That is, until it happened.

As he walked past the truck, a shadow fell over him and a high-pitched voice shouted, “Look out!” Ichigo spun around rapidly and caught the falling object. Which happened to be a man. A man holding a heavy box. Ichigo landed on his ass with an ‘oof!’, a large warm body in his lap, back pressed up against his chest and ear near his mouth.

“Fuck,” was the first thing Ichigo heard, and the voice was low and rough and delicious…No. Bad Ichigo, he thought to himself. At least make sure he’s not hurt, you idiot.

“You ok?” he asked. The man stiffened. Then he scrambled off of Ichigo and turned around, box shoved onto the ground. Ichigo stared up at him, and his breath caught in his throat. The man was tall, with broad shoulders, messy blue hair and piercing blue eyes. A white t-shirt stretched a little too tightly across his chest, and sweat beaded on his forehead, likely from the effort of moving boxes. Ichigo realized he was staring, and the man was staring back at him.

“Grimmy! Are you ok?!” a woman with green hair poked her head out of the truck the man had fallen from. The man glanced at her, and Ichigo realized that must be who she was referring to. The woman’s eyes fell on Ichigo and widened, before she turned back to the blue-haired man. “You shouldn’t get so distracted! Other people will get hurt!” The man’s cheeks reddened.

“’m fine,” he muttered. Then he looked at Ichigo and offered him a hand. “Y’alright?” he asked, clearly embarrassed. Ichigo blinked and took the hand, fighting back a blush.

“Uh, yeah. I’m…I’m good,” he replied. As the man helped him to stand, Ichigo had to virtually beat away the thoughts in his mind. Don’t focus on the biceps…don’t focus on the biceps…he chanted internally. Once he was upright, he swayed a little, the blood rushing anywhere but to his brain. “Sh-shit,” he mumbled as he stumbled a little. Immediately, a strong arm was wrapped around him.

“You sure about that?” a low voice asked. Ichigo closed his eyes. Get it together, Kurosaki, he chastised himself, you’re an assassin. You can’t be going weak in the knees for one hot guy. You see Renji every day. An image of Renji snoring, on his bed, hair tangled and drool pooling on the pillow next to him, rose in his mind and Ichigo found himself able to gain his composure. Ok, maybe Renji isn’t that hot…

“U-uh, yeah,” Ichigo mumbled. He opened his eyes and stepped away from the stranger. He turned around with a reassuring smile to the man and the woman. “Sorry about that.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “Not the way you were planning on meeting your new neighbour, I’m sure. Uh, I’m Ichigo. Live next door,” Ichigo introduced himself. The green-haired girl smiled.

“I’m Nelliel! You can call me Nel! It’s nice to meet you, Ichigo! I’m glad Grimmy didn’t crush you into dust!” she answered with an enthusiastic wave.

‘Grimmy’ shot Nel a glare. He turned back to Ichigo. “’M Grimmjow. Not whatever weird nickname she” Grimmjow jerked a thumb toward Nel, “decides to give me for the day.” Grimmjow? More like Grimm-WOW. Ichigo internally cringed at his own lame pun and thanked the universe he didn’t say that out loud. He opened his mouth to make an excuse to leave when a voice behind him called out.

“IIICHIGOOOO~,” Kisuke’s voice rang out from the front door of his home. Ichigo tensed. “I see you’re not at Yoruichi’s and she said –”

Eyes wide, Ichigo spun around, desperate not to be roped into another experiment with deadly weapons and poisonous concoctions. “I’m helping the neighbours move in, Kisuke!” he hollered. He heard a quiet ‘huh?’ behind him and shot a pleading look over his shoulder at Grimmjow and Nel. Grimmjow frowned, confused, but Nel seemed to catch on. She smiled brightly and waved to Kisuke.

“Your son is really kind to offer his help!” she called. Ichigo dared a glance at Kisuke to see if the lie worked and caught sight of Kisuke’s knowing look. Unfortunately, the windows of the house gave a clear view of their neighbour’s front yard…so it looked like Ichigo would be under surveillance. Damn. I won’t be able to get away. He turned and held his arms out for a box, but it wasn’t Nel who handed him one. Instead, Grimmjow grabbed the large, heavy box he dropped earlier and rested half of it in Ichigo’s arms.

“It’s too heavy to carry alone,” was the only justification Ichigo got. He blinked, cheeks turning pink as he realized this would mean he’d have to work with Grimmjow…carrying things…watching the other man carry things…and see more of those lovely biceps…yeah, ok, maybe Ichigo was more on board with this than he thought.

#grimmichi #grimmichi challenge #writing challenge #m34gswrites #found family #jaegerjaquez grimmjow #kurosaki ichigo #ch:urahara #ch:Renji abarai #ch:Orihime #ch: Nel #ch:Rukia #ch:Chad

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