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dandylovesturtles · 7 months

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havin' all these Splinter and Leo thoughts. augh.

this is partly the fault of @/turtleblogatlast's post about Leo just wanting to make Splinter proud.

post-movie

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Seven days post-invasion, and Leo is feeling (relatively) pretty good. Sure, he's still on a truly ridiculous amount of painkillers and he can't walk two steps without collapsing, but he's able to stay awake and talk to his family and considering where he thought he would be right about now, well... that's everything.

So yeah, he's feeling pretty good. He just finished his lunch of soup and a protein shake, warm and a little drowsy while he listens to April talk about some of the more ridiculous conspiracy theories that have started spreading on the surface. Donnie's tinkering with one of his smaller inventions while he listens, Mikey is nestled in Raph's lap, and everything is calm and cozy in their makeshift medbay.

And then his dad walks in and says, "I would like to talk to Blue, please. Alone."

And suddenly Leo doesn't feel so good anymore.

"Aha, wait," he says quickly, reaching out and grabbing April's sleeve just before she rises from her chair. "Whatever it is, you can say it in front of everyone, right?"

Splinter shakes his head. "This is a conversation I think it is best we have in private." He makes a shooing motion at the others, and April pulls her sleeve from Leo's fingers with a helpless shrug.

"See ya in a few, Leo," she says, then walks out. The others look from Splinter, to him, then back to Splinter, and one by one they each get up and shuffle out, too, with their own hasty farewells.

Traitors, every single one of them.

The door closes, and Leo finds himself alone with Splinter for the first time since coming back from Staten Island. Or at least, the first time he can remember. He was pretty out of it the first few days; most of what he remembers is muddled and confused. And embarrassing. He cried a lot more than he'd care to admit.

Splinter hops into chair April was sitting in and pulls it closer; he has to stay standing to be anywhere near eye level with Leo. He wishes he could read Splinter's face, but his expression is giving nothing away. Sometimes it's easy to forget he spent a not-insignificant part of his life as an actor, until something like this happens.

Leo decides to speak before he can. Head him off at the pass, or something.

"If you're going to yell at me, just remember my eardrums are already damaged."

Which is true - turns out being 1, too close to an exploding alien spaceship and 2, getting punched in the head repeatedly by an alien very mad about said exploding spaceship is bad for the ears, even when you don't have outer ears like a human. So super loud noises are a bad idea right now, and thus Leo cannot be yelled at. Flawless logic; maybe he can keep using that every time he gets in trouble.

For the first time, his dad's expression shifts, just a little. A deeper frown, a heavier set to his brow.

"You think I came in here to yell at you?"

Leo feels his stomach twist. Does he have to spell it out? "I mean, didn't you? That's usually what kicking everyone else out is leading up to."

"I see..." Splinter is still unreadable, looking a little too intensely at Leo. "And what do you think I want to yell at you about?"

He really does want it spelled out. Leo suddenly realizes that there won't be any yelling because this is his punishment: to admit everything he's done, to speak all his sins for his dad's ears. Lay it all out in his own tongue and show that he understands, really and truly, the depths of his screwups.

Oh, he understands. He understands it so well he may choke on the words.

"...For losing the key," he says finally, and it stings on its way out. He hasn't talked about it since it happened; every time he tries to say anything to the others, they shush him, saying, "It's okay, Leo, everything is fine now."

It's not okay, and everything isn't fine, and this is when he finally hears about it.

Finally, an identifiable emotion on Splinter's face: horror, dawning clear and present. And Leo doesn't understand that, because doesn't Splinter know he lost the key? He was there for that conversation, wasn't he? Leo's memories of that day have grown a little hazy between the drugs and the recovery and the fact that thinking about it for too long makes him go fuzzy around the edges, but he's pretty sure he remembers Splinter being there. He flicked popcorn at Leo's head. He probably should have done more than that; maybe then Leo wouldn't have made such a mess of things.

Splinter doesn't say anything right away, just stares at Leo with that horrified expression, and the silence is so scary that Leo starts filling it without even thinking.

"I was kidding about the whole... not yelling at me thing. I know I deserve it. I mean, I was fooling around, doing what you and Raph told me not to do, and I doomed the whole world doing it! Some leader I am, right? And I know I'm not exactly your favorite son to begin with, and that's fair, because I keep letting you down, but this is definitely my worst screwup to date, and you yell at me when I don't close the fridge door all the way or throw balls around the TV room so why wouldn't you yell at me for destroying the planet, right...?"

His voice peters out at the end, too hoarse to continue. That's the most words he's strung together over the last week, and for the first time he's glad for his injuries, for stopping him from spewing any more embarrassing word vomit just to fill the air.

Splinter is still looking at him with that same horrified expression. If anything, he just looks more upset, which means that Leo at least accomplished his goal.

Leo's waiting for the yelling to start, but when Splinter finally says something, it's, "You think I have a favorite son?" throwing Leo for a loop once again.

"Uh, yeah?" he says, because that's all there is to say. He's always assumed it's Donnie - the "funny one", the one who fixes Splinter's TV when it's broken, and the only one of them likely to get a real job and move out of the house. But even if it's not Donnie, it's gotta be Mikey, or Raph. His brothers are amazing and talented, and all Leo has ever been good at is winning the Lair Games.

Splinter closes his eyes a moment, and when he opens them his face moves back to a more neutral expression. "I do not have a favorite son," he says, firm and serious. "I love all of you just the same."

Leo thinks that can't be true - if it is, he feels bad for the other guys. But he doesn't think he can just say that, so he says, "Yeah, Dad, of course," instead.

Splinter looks a bit crestfallen. "You don't believe me?" he asks, and shoot. Leo has no idea how to respond to that.

"...I know you love us," is what he says. And that's true, it is! He just doesn't know how his dad could like him as much as the others.

Splinter's expression turns sad. He reaches out and lays a furry hand on Leo's arm, careful of his bandages and all the many wires he's hooked to. "You think you doomed the world?"

"I lost the key," Leo repeats. "It was all my fault. It's why I had to..." His voice fumbles over the words, and he revises. "It's why it had to be me."

Splinter's mouth twists. He climbs out of the chair and onto the mattress, careful not to jostle Leo as he settles down on his knees.

"Blue," he says softly, gently palming Leo's face this time. "None of this was your fault."

Leo's stomach twists again. He thought he was being punished, but somehow this is worse.

"Yes it was," he argues. "I lost the key," for the third time, "and... and I ignored the order to retreat, and got Raph captured, and and and, I ignored the guys and tried to force our way into Metro Tower, and it was me who told Donnie to try to fly that stupid ship, and because of me Mikey had to-"

"Leonardo," says Splinter, sharp, and Leo goes silent. His dad looks devastated, but he keeps his hand on Leo's cheek, brushing with his thumb, and for the first time Leo realizes his skin is wet. Splinter sighs heavily, his entire frame seeming to droop with the weight of it.

"Leonardo," he repeats, softly this time. "You did not doom the world."

"But-"

A furry finger on his lip quiets him.

"You did not doom the world," Splinter repeats, once again firm and serious. "You did not take the theft of the key seriously, because you did not know what it was, the threat it represented. But it was the Foot Clan who chose to use that key, fully knowing what evil it would unleash. That is not on you, my son. The responsibility falls squarely on them."

Leo doesn't know how much he can believe that - isn't it their job to stop the Foot Clan? But Splinter looks so sure as he says it, and his hand is still tender on Leo's cheek, and for the first time a little bit of doubt seeps into Leo's heart, telling him that maybe, just maybe, this wasn't all his fault after all.

But still...

"Even if that's true," he says, with heavy emphasis on the if, "everything I did after that-"

"You are young," his dad interrupts. "You are inexperienced. You are learning. And the amount of growth you showed us all, even over just that one day... You shined as brightly as I know you can."

Again, Leo's stomach does a twist - but it's a happier one, this time. Splinter's voice is sincere, leaving no room for doubt, and Leo can almost, almost believe that this is true, that his dad has believed in him from the very beginning. Has seen something in him, whatever it was that led him to make Leo the leader, that lead to him putting trust in Leo.

He just wishes he felt like he'd done more to earn it.

"You did not doom the world," says his dad again. "You saved it. But, it never should have been like that to begin with. You should never have been facing down such a fierce foe so young, especially as alone as you boys were. And you-"

His voice becomes choked up, and Leo's heart lurches.

"You... sacrificed yourself to save us all. I... I am your father, and I... could not protect you."

He's crying. His dad is crying, and Leo feels panic, reaching out to try and stop this.

"Dad-"

"No." Splinter holds up a hand, giving his head a hard shake. "All I ever wanted for you boys was to save you from the sacrifices asked of our family. And yet I could not - and for that, you paid dearly. You almost paid the ultimate price, and we almost lost you forever."

A thick knot forms in Leo's throat, and he can barely get out, "I'm okay, Dad, I'm here."

"Yes you are." Splinter squeezes his shoulder desperately. "You are here. You are safe. But that doesn't change that it should not have been you to begin with."

Leo watches in dawning horror as Splinter steps back, then kneels over on the mattress.

"This is why I came in here, Blue. Not to yell at you. To apologize."

He presses his forehead against the sheets.

"I am so sorry that I could not protect you."

He's crying. So is Leo, openly now. He reaches out for his dad, fumbling for his shoulders and urging him to straighten up.

"No, Dad... This wasn't your fault!"

"But-"

"No! It was just... it was just a really, really shitty thing that happened, okay? It was the Foot Clan, and the Krang, but it wasn't- it wasn't..."

Splinter raises his face and looks at him, and suddenly the words he's been trying to get Leo to believe for the last several minutes barrel into him and Leo crumbles.

"...I didn't have to do it," he says.

"No." Splinter gets up, coming closer. "You had nothing to atone for. You did it because you are brave, and you are kind, but this was never yours to fix."

Leo sucks in one harsh breath, then another, and then he's sobbing harder than he ever has in his life, and his dad hugs him tight, his arms warm and his fur soft where Leo buries his face in his shoulder.

All the feelings he's pushed aside - the ones he didn't think he had the right to feel, because he'd had to do it, he had to make up for his mistakes - bubble over, gripping him with grief and despair but also relief, that he's still here to cry and be hugged by his dad.

"I was so scared."

"I know."

"I thought I wouldn't see you guys again."

"I know. We thought we had lost you, too."

"I just... I didn't know what else to do... I couldn't let him... I couldn't..."

"Shhh, it's alright. It's over now. We're all safe."

Leo hugs his dad back, as tightly as he can with his injuries, and sobs and sobs until he's all out of tears. And all along, his dad tells him he is safe, he is good, and he is loved.

Later, Leo feels even better than he had before.

#dandy fanfiction #rottmnt #rise leo #rise splinter #this is probably the most self-indulgent thing I've written in like #A WHILE #I hope this is coherent at least lol #as usual I have no idea how to end anything #god this is sappy but whatever #I AM CRINGE BUT I AM FREE

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urdepressedslut · 11 months

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I don't know if you usually take requests, but could you please write a drabble about Bucky taking care of the reader during her period? Period cramps are killing me and I just want some cuddles 🥺

aw i love this 🥹 i’m sorry your cramps have been bad, i’m sending you all the love and hugs your way💗 i hope this bucky fluff makes you feel better 🥰

Cuddles

♡ Pairing: tfatws!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

♡ Summary: Bucky helps comfort you when you are having bad period cramps.

♡ Warnings: SUPER FLUFFY, light angst, period cramps, blood (duhhh), light self hate

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* i know this is mickey, but let’s pretend it’s post tfatws!bucky *

You had showered after a long day, doing your usual routine— taking your time to really treat yourself after a tough week.

Immediately after sinking into bed, the sheets feeling so good against your freshly shaven legs— it took no time at all for you to slip into a much needed slumber. You didn’t know you could sleep so soundly, so well. Most nights consisted of rolling and waking up occasionally in sweats. Tonight was the first, as you slept through the entire night, waking only the next morning.

You were excited to start off your Saturday after a good nights rest, except when you went to get up— you noticed you were still exhausted. It was then you could feel your back ache, all your limbs heavier than usual. You furrowed your brows in confusion, thinking perhaps you had gotten too much sleep. But as you swung your legs over the edge of the bed, you suddenly felt something wet in between your thighs.

Glancing down, ripping the cover off— everything dawned on you at the sight of red smearing the inside of your thighs, your underwear ruined.

Fucking periods.

You knew getting that good of sleep was too good to be true. You could feel the tears working their way up, your nose burning with frustration. You had just cleaned and changed all your sheets, taken a shower. Now everything, including you were dirty again— like you had never done any of the cleaning to begin with.

You knew it was just your emotions running wild, so you willed your tears to stay away. Sucking in a deep breath, you walked to the bathroom sluggishly. You made it your mission to grab a pill before the cramps started— you had learned your lesson. Although you were starting your period, you were not going to let this ruin your weekend. You were going to have a nice relaxing weekend. Not letting the beauties of being a woman ruin your day.

If only you had kept that attitude up for the entire day. The cramps had come as you expected, but this time the pill did nothing to relieve the pain. The heating pad worked only for a few minutes before the pain came crashing in waves, your body attempting to curl in on itself from the discomfort.

You swore a ghost was digging a knife in your uterus, and right now— you’d appreciate if the ghost just ripped out your uterus completely.

You had holed yourself up in your room, only making it downstairs for breakfast before you were running back to your bathroom to empty the contents of your stomach back out. This was definitely one of the worst periods you’d had in awhile, and you just wanted to slip into a coma until it was over.

Knocking sounded from your door, and you rolled over still clutching your stomach. You looked a mess, you felt like a disaster. Periods always made you feel gross.

“Yeah?” You asked out loud, and you couldn’t hide the discomfort from your tone.

“(Y/n)? You okay?” Bucky asked through the door.

Your eyes widened at his voice, wondering what he was doing here.

You and Bucky had been dating for awhile now, and things had been great. You still managed to get flustered by practically anything he did— and he loved every second of your flustered state. There was one thing that was brought up though— and that was periods.

“Uh— yeah I’m fine! Just tired!” You shouted, nervous that he could sense your lie. He definitely could.

It’s not that you thought he’d judge you for being a woman and having a period. But you were shy to show him that vulnerable side of you. Both you and him had shown the soft sides of each other— clinging to each other when you needed each others comfort. But there was something extra vulnerable about this— and you couldn’t ignore the embarrassment you felt when you even thought of it. You didn’t want him to find you gross, or annoying as you whined.

Okay… I guess you were a little nervous that he’d judge you.

“Doll what’s going on? Can I come in?” He asked, his voice growing more concerned.

You pulled the cover over your legs, giving the room one last once over— it didn’t look terrible. You just wished you could have a minute or two to tidy up. You knew Bucky very well though, and he’d break the door down if you waited one more second.

“Of course, come in!” You announced finally, taking a deep breath, hoping a cramp didn’t hit you while he visited.

The door opened and Bucky peeled his head in first, after making eye contact with you— he sent a warm smile before heading all the way in, shitting the door behind him. He quickly made his way to the bed where he plopped down, looking over you concerned.

“Baby what’s going on? I feel like I haven’t seen you much today. You sure you’re just tired? You aren’t getting sick are you?” He rambled on, and your heart swelled at his concern.

“Buck— I’m fine really. Just didn’t sleep too good last night.” You completely lied, last night was the best sleep you had ever had. Too bad it leaked into today though.

He furrowed his brows and looked at you like he was about to figure you out— see right through you and pick out the lies. You wouldn’t be surprised if the serum gave him those abilities.

“You know you can tell me anything, right?” He asked softly, scooting closer so he could slip his hand underneath the covers to land on your bare thigh.

It was meant to be a comforting gesture, but you feared you’d get blood on him. You knew that was a silly thought— but you were paranoid.

He noticed you tense up from his touch and immediately he removed his hand, his face growing more concerned.

“Baby, what is it?” He pried, trying to look you over again— needing to know what the cause of your discomfort was.

You sighed and gave in, shoulders sagging in defeat. You didn’t want him to worry, and seeing his frantic eyes search you for a wound— you realized you were making this bigger than it needed to be. You just couldn’t ignore the embarrassment you felt.

“It’s just uh… I’m… I’m on my period Buck.” You mumbled, lowering your eyes to the bed.

His concerned expression melted away, his heart falling back into a regular rhythm. He knew he was prehistoric— but he knew what a period was. He just didn’t know why you wanted to hide it from him.

“Oh.” He finally said, “Doll— you can tell me things like that.”

“I know Buck but… it’s embarrassing and gross. I can usually deal with it and nobody ever notices— you know because it’s a normal thing.” You told him, playing with the edge of the comforter. “This one has just been pretty bad and… I just— I don’t know.”

You trailed off, avoiding his gaze. Bucky reached his hand over and tucked some stray hairs behind your ear. Tracing his fingers down your jaw to raise your chin up— that way he could look into your eyes.

“You’re not gross, okay? I’m sorry you’re in pain baby— I wish I could take it all away. It’s not fair you have to deal with this all the time.” He told you gently, and you leaned into his touch.

“It’s not usually this bad but… I don’t know, I guess it’s just a bad one this time around.” You assumed.

Before you could say anything else, you doubled over as the pain came back— stabbing into your uterus. You clutched your lower abdomen— hoping it would help relieve the pain. Bucky’s eyes widened at your whine.

“What can I do to help?” He rushed out, hands hovering over you.

If it were any other time, you’d find his protective, mama bear mode adorable. But for now— you were too busy being in pain.

“Just stay with me please? I don’t wanna lay here alone.” You admitted, your words coming out in whimpers.

Bucky wasted no time in kicking his shoes off, shimming his jacket off before he crawled back into the bed, sneaking under the covers. He leaned back against the headboard, pulling you on top of him.

“Don’t even have to ask doll, I’m staying right here. You comfortable?” He asked.

You reached down and raised your shirt just above your belly button, before you lifted his shirt the same. He furrowed his brows, wondering what you were doing. You laid down completely again, letting your skin smush against his, and because he was a super soldier and was always hot— his warm stomach felt amazing against your lower abdomen. Like a personal heating pad.

“Ahh… that feels good. You’re so warm.” You sighed, ticking your face into the crook of his neck.

He chuckled and smiled into your hair, wrapping his arms protectively around you.

“I love you baby.” He whispered to you, already feeling your breathing even out— falling asleep on him.

Your uterus calmed for now, the warm sensation soothing your pain. You could only wait until the next wave of pain came— but you knew you’d be okay with Bucky holding you.

“Love you too Buck.” You mumbled sleepily against his neck, your breath warming his skin.

He hated that you were in pain, wishing that he could take it all away— but he’d give you as many Bucky cuddles as you needed until you were sick of him.

Truthfully, you’d never get sick of Bucky cuddles.

A/N: short but sweet 🥰

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poppadom0912 · 28 days

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Is it too late?

Warnings: Mentions of periods, hospitals, surgery, pain and illness

Summary: When your older brother is a fancy surgeon, being sick is the last thing you want.

Requested by @1chicago5021

A/N: I'm still alive people. I had a sudden burst of inspiration and thought I'd finally get all these requests done before the next round of exams. I am in a lesson right now so I can’t do the usual aesthetic collage I always do. This was sent quite a while ago but I actually had so much fun writing this so thank you! I hope this lives up to your standards <3

*****

Two weeks ago now, your body randomly started not working the way you wanted it to, but you put all the blame on your period whose cramps hadn't been very forthcoming.

The painkillers were a coming in at a constant stream, hot water bottles never having the chance to go room temperature.

Your never-ending migraines and 24/7 cramps were a constant, so you expected to feel relief once you were back to normal. But that never came because this week started and somehow, you felt even worse.

When you woke up this morning to your throat feeling weird, you knew something was wrong when you drank water and the feeling didn’t go away.

Despite that, you went to school anyways, bidding your brother goodbye when he dropped you off, completely unaware of your wellbeing. But you couldn’t blame the guy, he was stressed enough over work as it is, you didn’t need to add to his already overflowing workload.

You only felt worse as the day progressed. It was only spring, nearing summer, but your body temperature wouldn’t stop fluctuating. One minute you were shivering and asking to borrow your friend's hoodie but the next you were sweating like you had just finished a marathon and was trying to get rid of as many layers as possible.

The cramps were immense. The worst you ever had and to consider you just got off your period, you weren’t a stranger to post period cramps, but this was on another level. You hadn’t been in this much pain ever even while on your reds. None of the pain killers your friends kindly provided for you alleviated the pain. Death would feel ever so sweet right about now.

You knew you were seriously sick when you were on the verge of collapsing at lunch. Your friends all shouted in alarm when you faltered on your feet in the cafeteria. You ignored their efforts and attempts to get you to the nurse's office. There wasn’t long left of the school day, there wasn’t any point in leaving with barely two hours left.

As soon as you got home, you fell face first into bed. As soon as your head hit the pillow and you pulled the covers over your body with however much strength remained in your arms that got heavier as the day went on.

You were in a deep sleep, so deep in fact that your dreams were non-existent. You weren’t too sure what time it was, but you felt someone shaking you, going from gentle to a hand tightly holding your shoulder, a muffled voice inaudible as you came in and out of your slumber.

Their gestures were painful, but you didn’t have it in you to tell the intruder as you struggled to even muster a groan. Your eyes fluttered, face digging even deeper into the pillow as if to suffocate yourself. That was all the indication the person needed to shake you harder, adamant to wake you up.

With a blocked nose, breathing out through your mouth proved itself to be a much more difficult task than it should’ve been. And stuffing your face into your pillow might not have been the best idea taking that into consideration.

Their voice sounded way too far away, as though they weren’t in the room with you. One second they were roughly holding you, the next, all pressure ceased but the pain didn’t.

Before you could even register what they were doing now, your eyes heavy with sleep dropped once more as you were enveloped into darkness again.

*****

Over the past two weeks, Connor had noticed your depleting energy but when the mood swings came along with your hot water bottles, he didn’t think any much more of the matter.

But then you showed no signs of improvements and at first, he could hardly notice. You hid it quite well at first but as the week progressed, it was apparent to him you were getting sick, and you were too stubborn to admit that to your surgeon brother.

Nonetheless, things didn’t look too bad that staying home was necessary. You were managing quite well, going to school the entire week without complaints, so he found no reason to intervene into something he knew would end up in an argument that would result in you holding a grudge and not talking to him for a few days.

He dropped you off and drove to work expecting nothing. You smiled at him when you left the car, and nothing seemed physically wrong when you picked up the pace to meet your friends.

His twelve-hour shift seemed to never end. When he had a moment to himself, he messaged you as he waited for his coffee, staring at his message that sat alone with no replies for hours. School has finished, you were sure to be home now, so why weren’t you answering?

He didn’t think much of it till he was meant to go home at twelve. He was all ready standing at his locker but then Maggie called his name and he saw several ambulances piling up outside.

As amazing as he was, his attention couldn’t be in two places at once and unfortunately for you, car crashes had more significance in this situation. But as soon as this was all over, you’d be his number one priority once more.

It was all over six hours later when he came out of the second surgery he had to take lead in.

Stepping out of the surgery theatre, he thanked all his co-workers and was dashing away to collect his things, not wanting to be here any longer. Having time to finally check his phone again, his concern skyrocketed when you still hadn’t replied to his messages.

Waving off the few staff remaining in the emergency department, Connor wasted no time in driving off. His adrenaline had yet to die down from the rush of a packed-out emergency room and doing several successful surgeries. Adding to this was his building concern for you. Maybe you were just sleeping, and your phone was on charge. Maybe it was on silent, and you didn’t hear anything. Maybe it was stolen, and you couldn’t contact him-

Connor sighed as he parked the car. Wasting no time, his body still thrumming from the surgery high, he walked into the building and took the stairs instead, taking large strides as he skipped every two.

The house was drop dead silent when he opened the door which you hadn’t locked from the inside like you usually would. That and the completely pitch-black apartment was the first things that put him on edge.

He locked the door behind him, walking in further and inspecting the living room and kitchen that didn’t look lived in. Everything was in its same place as he left it in this morning. Closing the blinds in the living room, he walked towards your bedroom, your door slightly ajar which had never been the case since you started living with him. You always shouted at him whenever he left the door even a slither open, you always needed complete darkness to sleep. The tiniest bit of light always hindering your sleeping ability.

Pushing the door open, Connor poked his head inside first to survey the room. He finally let himself relax at the sight of you lying in bed, your figure completely drowning in your duvet. The weird lump in your sheets being the only reason he could identify you.

He felt himself relax, his body physically deflating now that he had eyes on you, knowing for sure that nothing was wrong.

For some reason, your curtains were still open which they never were since you were young, always complaining, once again, that you needed complete darkness to be able to sleep. Closing your curtains, he found your phone on your bedside desk, and it was littered with notifications from not only him but all of your friends too. All of them were asking in variations if you were okay, if you felt better, did you get home safe and how you were feeling.

They were all sent at three in the afternoon. It was now two in the morning.

Concerned at the topic of the messages, Connor came over to the side of the bed you were laying on and placed his hand on your forehead, his eyes widening immediately. He felt himself warming up just from how hot you were.

Sitting down on the space by your knees, Connor shook you gently, trying to rouse you from your apparent very deep sleep but the only movement you made was from what he was doing.

“Y/N? Hey, wake up. Can you get up for me really quick?”

The adrenaline that was just dying down was picking up again along with his heart rate, why weren’t you waking up?

He shook you once again but this time, he was more rough, his worry meaning he gripped your shoulder tightly and shook you with a force that he’d never use on you before as his baby sister.

This time he tried calling you name while he tried getting you up. Lifting the duvet off your body, not only were you shivering but you were sweating a very unusual amount.

Swallowing harshly, Connor tried one more time, calling your name and roughly shaking you. “Come one, I need to you wake up Y/N.”

“Y/N. Y/N get up.”

But you just wouldn’t budge.

Deciding that enough was enough, he scooped you into his arms and it must’ve been the sudden movement that caused you to let out a small whimper in what was clearly pain. It was small but it was the most he’d gotten from you since he got home and that was better than nothing.

Foregoing his jacket, Connor made sure to slip your cardigan over your torso, so you weren’t going to die from the cold outside. He quickly slipped into his own shoes and left the building not a moment later.

*****

No one had been expecting Connor to be back at work so soon, not even him. It was a few minutes to three and the ED was relatively calm taking into account the big accident not too long ago, but Connor was grateful.

Getting out the car, Connor looked into the ED and called for the first person he saw.

“April! Get me a gurney!”

Said nurse was caught completely off guard, jumping from where she stood at the nurse's desk with Will not too standing behind her. He too clearly was confused but Connor had no time to dwell on them.

Not checking if she was listening, Connor rounded the car and picked you back into his arms, your head resting on his bicep and your legs on the inside of his elbow. Slamming the door shut, Connor strode into the emergency department and luckily for him, April and Will were more than ready to help.

“All the gurneys are used up from before, but we’ve got a free bed.” April said, leading the surgeon into an empty treatment room where Will was lowering the bedside rails.

“Talk to me Connor.” Will said, understanding there was no time for formalities when he saw it was you Connor was carrying.

“No clue what happened but she’s as hot as anything, she’s shivering and sweating at the same time and will not wake up for anything.” Connor started, gently laying you down and standing back to let Will and April do their jobs. He was itching to help but physically had to move further away from you so that he wouldn’t do anything stupid.

“Pretty sure she’s been sick and in pain for a while now, but she never said anything.” He continued, looking at all the numbers on the machines that were popping up as they were connected to your body. “When I asked last week, she just kept saying it was her period cramps.”

As April hooked you up onto an IV drip, Will started palpating your body in search for any particular place of pain. And when he came to a particular area in your lower abdomen and you cried out, the three of them looked at each other knowingly.

“Kieran should still be on shift.” Connor said, remembering the surgeon he left behind that was in charge and available.

Will nodded in confirmation, “Let’s move.”

*****

Waking up felt different to all the times before. Your levels of disorientation and haziness and confusion were on another level.

As soon as you opened your eyes, the first thing you noticed was the lack of pain. You couldn’t feel not even a pinch in your stomach, maybe it was weird to say but it felt liberating to not be in debilitating pain.

“Oh, thank goodness your awake.” Connor looked dead on his feet in the doorway of the room but the immense relief painting his face was like no other.

You made him feel and look like that- Shit, what happened, what did you do?

Before you could say anything, Connor beat you to it. “How are you feeling? In any pain?”

As he questioned you, a poured you a cup of water, holding it so all you had to do was drink and not need to exert energy that he knew from experience, you didn’t have.

Once again, before you could ask, he answered for you. “It was appendicitis. Your period cramps were in fact your appendix and last night it burst.”

“But it’s all good. We got you into surgery and your appendix is gone as should your pain.”

“Wow.” You said shakily, your voice so quiet from the lack of use.

“Please don’t do that next time.” Connor said, sitting on the empty seat by the bed, taking your hand into his. “Please tell me when you're in pain and when you feel sick. You matter to me; all your small or big problems are mine too. I don’t care how trivial they are.”

Silence followed as he set the glass aside. “You scared the shit out of me kiddo.”

And to say you felt guilty was an understatement.

“Claire’s pissed.” You both winced at the thought of your sister finding out. “She’s going to visit when she’s finished with work. I told her your healthy and out of surgery but she’s still pissed.”

“M’Sorry.” You apologised, voice hoarse and lips chapped. “I didn’t want-“

“Y/N.” Connors face made it look like he was in pain from your admission he cut off. “You’re never a bother to me okay? Me being a doctor is a good thing, use it to your advantage.”

You nodded, confirming to change next time if there was another time. Fingers crossed there isn’t.

“How hard was it to not do the surgery?” You smiled, squeezing his hand and poking his bicep. He was still in his scrubs from his shift last night.

Connor rolled his eyes and groaned. Such a sight made you laugh.

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Five Times Winnie Wanted to Confess, One Time Augustine Did

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This has been in my docs done for ages I just never got around to posting it, written during a Cold Front obsession phase

Do excuse me if they're out of character or if I messed up any dates, I can't remember them all perfectly— Anyways, Enjoy!

Sypnosis: The first time Winnie realized he was in love was at the tender age of 12.

He hadn’t expected to think of that at all really, especially not at 4 in the morning of all times.

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The first time Winnie realized he was in love was at the tender age of 12.

He hadn’t expected to think of that at all really, especially not at 4 in the morning of all times.

The date on his phone read February 14th, 20xx. He didn’t know why he was still awake, but something in him absolutely refused to get a wink of sleep, quite different to usual. On a normal day he was asleep by 11 maximum, with the exception of the first few days after moving away from his home (his mother was very concerned, he still remembers how she’d check on him during the night to see if he was sleeping or not. He’d pretend to the best of his ability until she left before he returned to wallowing in his sorrows again.).

Scrolling on his phone seemed to be the only form of entertainment at the time, if he got out of bed his parents would realize he was awake and he really didn’t feel like getting another lecture. He didn’t have any homework to busy himself with, nor did he really feel like looking for something else. Messaging Augustine had come to mind, but there was no doubt he was asleep at this time.

The other was stubborn, especially when it came to him staying up on weekends, but he never usually made it past 2. He would also sleep in until around 1PM every time he tried to be stubborn and stay awake longer and get scolded about it when he woke up, punished with doing extra chores. On those days he wouldn’t stop complaining about it, saying he was ‘a big boy now’ and that ‘it’s not fair others get to stay awake and get away with it!’. He couldn’t help finding his friend’s enraged expressions funny.

The blond didn’t end up saying anything so as not to wake him up, they could probably talk in the morning, anyway. With nothing better to do, he scrolled through anything he could find trying to distract himself or become tired enough to sleep and get the rest he needed.

When his eyes finally started to get heavier, he noticed a website that caught his attention. It was something posted merely moments ago, titled something along the lines of what to do on valentines day for your loved ones or whatever (he was too tired to process it properly). Out of curiosity, his fingers glided over the link to open it.

It was too late for him to process most of the words, but what stood out was the beginning of the article. It was nothing special, only the typical explanation of what the day is and why it's considered special, but his eyes lingered on a single phrase. ‘Valentine's day was a special occasion for everyone, the perfect day to confess to your crush, whether it's a friend, classmate, or even acquaintance who has lingered on your mind’ was the quote, the rest of the paragraph continued similarly.

His tired mind couldn’t help but wonder what could happen on this day, childish brain coming up with no more than the image of people like his parents, always together and in love, dedicated to each other to the point you could see it a mile away. He wondered what the day could mean for him, is there a special someone he should be thinking about? Is it normal this is the first time he really thinks about that? Is he gonna be the outcast again being alone in the morning while everyone else has someone by their side? Was he weird because he didn’t have his eyes set on a girl he wanted to…kiss? It shouldn’t be an issue he was twelve, but what if things in Saskatchewan were different or something, would they laugh at hi-

His thoughts came to a halt as the image of his one friend came to mind. Augustine didn’t have his eyes on any girls either, right? He would have known otherwise. They told each other everything, that wouldn’t be an exception!

..Did he know anything about this day? It was never acknowledged all that much in Quebec, was it the same here? Maybe he wasn't so weird after all? The thought calmed his nerves a little more than it should have.

Despite that, for some reason, the idea of being with his best friend during that day didn’t bother him as much as it should have. He felt his face rapidly heat up at the thought of holding his hand, it wouldn’t be the first time they did that they do so very often Augustine always liked to drag him places saying that it was easy and faster (which Winnie was offended by, he can walk fast too!) but for some reason that thought felt different, he didn’t know why.

If his reaction to finding out about the event was normal, this was definitely not. They’re friends, Auggie was his first and only friend after coming here. He didn’t pity him, he didn’t leave, he wanted to stay, he was why Winnie talked to other people at all even if to him they were enough on their own. Auggie was nice to him the way he wanted, he never left him out of things. The other boy was different, straight forward at best but Winnie liked that about him. He never lied about things (even if he did, he was so bad it was laughable), and he never laughed when Winnie’s emotions took the best of him. He supported him and it meant everything to the little boy.

Since they met, he visibly started feeling better. He finally came out of his shell and started crying less, eventually returning to his normal sleep schedule. Well, normal until today that was. But that's all they were, right? Nothing else, that's all they could be right? He wasn’t a girl, nor was the brunette, so that’s what they were.

..Their parents didn’t ever say anything about the way they acted, so it was okay right? Not much would change if they did do things together on that day. Would it be weird if he said he loved him in the morning?? That was the point of the day right? To celebrate love with people you like and enjoy the day together?

It would be okay if he tried to say something right? Nothing bad would happen, Auggie would probably be okay with it too. He didn’t want to be alone and he doubted the other did either, so it was good for them both right?

Winnie barely processed it when he yawned, just realizing how tired all that thinking had made him. Another look at the time told him over an hour had passed, 5:21 Am now instead of 4 when he last checked.

He had to rest so he knew what to say in the morning, otherwise he’ll mess up and forget later!

Finally, he closed his eyes and drifted off to a dreamless sleep 6 hours later than he would have typically wanted to.

It was 2 P.M when Winnie woke up, his head was pounding. His eyes hurt to open and he felt a lot more tired than usual, entirely disoriented.

The door creaked open as a woman with an appearance similar to the child peered her head in, perking up when she realized he was awake.

“Winnie?”

He really shouldn’t have stayed awake, his head hurt even more at hearing the words that he almost forgot to process his name being called. Mustering up the energy to fix his seating, he looked up at his mother to respond despite looking like an absolute wreck.

He was too out of it to really process what happened before he found himself near the lake with Augustine, the shorter kicking rocks into it paying little attention to him spacing out.

..Ah right, he was scolded for being awake for so long. Apparently his mother had realized he was awake when she went to take the laundry out of his room in the morning. His phone was warm, a clear sign he only got off of it recently. She ended up leaving after telling him to get ready for the day, that his best friend had been waiting for him for an hour by that point.

Hearing how long he left him standing, Winnie practically jumped out of bed already panicked as guilt overtook his senses. As soon as he was ready, he basically raced out the door to find his friend who was halfway up climbing a tree by the time he noticed him.

“Auggie!” he exclaimed while making his way over, whatever the other responded didn’t stick to his memory, too tired to really process how fast he typically spoke.

“-Winnie! Look at me already!”

The blond was snapped out of his trance by a flick to the forehead, blinking a few times before his eyes cooperated enough to notice how close his friend was to his face. He practically jumped back with a yelp, forgetting how he was sitting on the edge of the lake and falling into the water.

Augustine panicked and barely grabbed onto his hand, almost falling into the water himself. It’s not that Winnie was unable to swim, more that the water was cold if anything.

With some splashing, they eventually managed to pull him out, but he was absolutely soaked. Augustine couldn’t help but laugh at how wet he was, much to Winnie’s displeasure.

“DON’T LAUGH AT ME YOU’RE THE REASON I FELL AUGGIE” He huffed out, faking annoyance which only made his friend laugh harder.

It was.. Nice.

…until he began sneezing, that was.

The two ended up having to run to Winnie’s house as Augustine dragged him back by the hand once more, trying to warm him up as they went along.

The brunette ended up having to explain to their parents why Winnie was soaked when they were just meant to be playing as he dried himself off and changed, eventually making his way back to his room after Auggie had left to his own house again.

Their conversation can wait, he was too tired and it wasn’t the right time.

But that was okay.

They’ll always have time.

———————————————

The second time Winnie thought about love, he was 14.

2 years had passed since his valentines day dilemma, safe to say time (and procrastination) had eventually made him forget all about his plans.

As they got older, Auggie had hardly changed. They were still together as they were since he moved, only fresh in highschool! Best friends, like they said they were.

During the past few years, he was pressured to talk to more people and make new friends. At some point, he no longer found himself obsessing over finding out why they wanted to be around him. Eventually, the thought of being approached out of pity felt only like a distant memory or something he imagined happening, though it was far from that. If not for that fear, his mother wouldn’t have talked to Augustine’s about him, they wouldn’t have had their c̶h̶a̶o̶t̶i̶c̶ first meeting, never gotten the chance to be this close.

He may not admit or even say it all that often, but that is one thing he’s grateful for. If not for that, he’d have still been dealing with the emotional wreck of being the new kid, outcast like he always expected to be. But he didn’t need to be, it was proven to him in the best way it ever could have been.

He had come to know Augustine’s other friends, they even liked him. The first time he couldn’t make it to school and they still invited Winnie to sit with them the boy was overjoyed, almost to the point he forgot about his friend’s absence for a while. By the time the day was over, he couldn’t help feeling empty without the energetic presence rambling alongside him as they walked back home.

It was one day, so it didn’t matter that much in the long run right?

From that day on, he became more comfortable with them. He didn’t worry as much about being wanted there or not, becoming visibly more comfortable. It came to the point that it was so clear the brunette asked him about it straight up during the middle of one of their walks.

“Hey Win?” Augustine paused, nearly causing the boy behind him to run into him.

The blond caught himself the last second, stabilizing his stance enough to make sure he wouldn’t fall before speaking again.

“Mm yea Auggie? Why’d you stop walking? I was gonna fall on you!” He whined.

“You’ve been more willing to sit with people recently, did something happen while I was gone?”

His questioning look was met with a big smile, almost like Winnie was waiting to talk about it.

“Oh!! That? When you didn’t come a few days ago, your friends came up to me and asked me to sit with them even if you weren’t there, they were really nice and-”

As he continued to ramble, Augustine returned to walking. While the other followed soon after, his expression stayed the same as his ramble- which the brunette stopped listening to- didn’t cease. He felt weird about that, why did it feel weird hearing how happy Winnie was hanging out with his friends on their own? That was what he wanted, right? To get him more friends?

It was probably nothing, doubt it mattered much anyway. It was one time and a normal thing.

“You never told me why you didn't show up to school that day though, did something happen? Mom didn’t let me check on you because she said you probably didn’t want to be bothered at the time” Winnie inquired all of a sudden, catching the other’s attention and cutting off his line of thought.

“I was sick, couldn’t get out of bed and recovered over the weekend” he quickly responded, it was no lie but saying he wasn’t bummed out by not seeing his friend would be a lie. It would have probably made him feel less like a glorified pile of muck on the side of the road.

At least now he knows he wasn’t ditched, it wasn’t intentional or voluntary at least.

Winnie didn’t abandon him because of them.

Of course he wouldn’t! Why would he ever leave someone like him, anyway? He was Winnie’s first and closest friend, nobody else. Others getting to know him wouldn’t change that, if they would have then Winnie wouldn’t have put his all into proving he was cool enough they’d be friends.

Winnie didn’t really notice the look on his friend’s face, too focused on making sure they crossed the road properly. The traffic lights were green and cars were zooming past, yet Augustine’s pace didn’t slow or pause at all. Rushing forward a little faster, he pulled the other back by his collar.

Augustine yelped, not expecting a sudden pull cutting off his breathing for a moment. Winnie gave him a sheepish smile as he coughed trying to breathe properly again, muttering out an awkward apology.

“You were about to walk into the road silly, why did you get so distracted suddenly?” He didn’t say how he found it funny, knowing the other would throw a dramatic fit over that. It was slightly endearing, in a way.

He only realized he sas silently staring at the one before him for a few minutes too long until he felt tapping on his forehead.

“Earth to Winnie, you didn’t hear a word I said didn’t you?” Augustine grumbled.

Winnie couldn't help but laugh once again, his antics really were different.

“We can cross the road now, hurry up before it turns green again!”

It seemed like his dear friend was back to being himself after that mini-distraction, it felt more right this way. He was, once again, taken by the hand as Auggie ran across the road to get them past as fast as possible without the light switching colours on them again.

Winnie could swear he almost tripped 3 times during that small distance run. He should really focus more.

As he looked back to his best friend he couldn’t help but sit there in silence for a few minutes. He wasn’t saying anything this time, only staring off at something god knows where again. As he did so, Winnie couldn’t help thinking back to his thoughts that night two years ago.

Should he bring it up? They were even closer now, so it was even less possible Auggie would react badly (if he did at all!)He had the energy for the conversation this time, they were alone like they needed to be too!

If he didn’t say anything, he’d be too much of a coward to do so again later. 2 years passing since the time he originally planned to and ended up ditching proved that!

With a deep breath and little to no plan, Winnie decided to just get it over with as he could quite literally feel himself inching closer to a heart attack.

“Hey Auggie?”

Augustine turned to him, suddenly losing interest in whatever had his attention moments ago.

“What is i-”

“AUGUSTINE!’

A voice of someone they hadn’t anticipated caught both the young boys off guard. Winnie recognized her, a girl from their math class earlier that day. She was insistent on talking to his friend almost the entire class which threw him off but he said nothing nonetheless.

Augustine’s attention snapped to the call of his name instead, focus shifting.

Winnie didn’t hear the conversation that transpired next, busy trying to understand why the sudden interruption annoyed him the way it did.

It happened sometimes, that was normal. Augustine knew everyone, it's only natural they came up to him sometimes too no? He wasn’t the only one.

“Winnie I need to go for a bit, Donna just said there’s something I need to see quickly or something? You can continue without me I’ll tell you when I’m back” the boy rushed out as he was being pulled away off to the complete opposite road of the path they were going on.

Winnie found himself nodding involuntarily, hardly processing it when the words “I’ll see you when you’re back then” came out of his mouth.

They were oddly dry, not the way he usually talks.

Augustine wasn’t able to dwell on that much further as the girl, now known as Donna, dragged him off somewhere else leaving Winnie alone.

Another time, surely it’d work out by then right?

———————————————

The third time Winnie acknowledged love, he was 16.

Another two years had passed and, once again, he kept procrastinating and chickening out at the last second.

The one time he was finally about to say something, Augustine was dragged away and didn’t return until midnight. He was worried sick the entire day, what if something happened? He promised not to take long, why did he? Maybe he was dragged into something bad, maybe he got hurt and couldn’t come back yet what if he got kidnapped what if something worse happened he didn’t know what the’d do with himself if—

Their mothers were equally worried that day, apparently Augustine didn’t tell his parents he’d take longer because of whatever happened either. When he returned alone, Winnie was questioned about the others whereabouts and lacked a good answer, increasing their concern only for the boy in question to appear again a mere few hours later and get the scolding of his life.

He wasn’t hurt more than a few scratches here and there, some bruises sure but those were his own fault for not being careful as he should have been. Auggie never explained what happened that day, though. It’s not like he pressed for any further information but it was…weird.

Since then, he never brought it up again no matter how much the brunette pestered him to continue his sentence on that day, claiming he forgot or making up any excuse he could think of on the spot to avoid having that interaction when he was not yet prepared. He was procrastinating for so long it had to be perfect. That was the only thing that would make it feel worth the wait.

Winnie would tell him on the anniversary of their first meeting.

..was it excessive? To call it an anniversary, he doubted Auggie remembered the date as anything special but it meant the world to him at the time, and it does even as time passed. It was when he realized he didn’t have to feel so alone anymore, the day someone in this province finally made him feel wanted and welcome.

Because of him, he got closer to more people. The friends Augustine introduced him to, the ones who invited him to hang out with them alone, others around the school, they all wanted to know him for him now. He was the reason they started liking Winnie, the reason he has any other friends at all.

Of course, Augustine would forever stay his favourite and dearest one, but that didn’t mean others didn’t become valued too. Winnie had never been happier, people waving to him as he passed by, stopping to talk to him from time to time, it made him feel warm inside again.

He didn’t miss the glances he got, but it never felt like much of a concern.

At least, not for a while.

Or not yet.

What he had noticed was how Augustine had changed over the years, how he reacted whenever the blond introduced him to a new friend he’d make. How he tended to not respond the way he used to when they were talking about interests they had, especially Hockey.

Winnie knew his friend always loved that game. He was the best player their school had for years, close to all other members of the team and always telling him about it. H̶e̶ t̶r̶i̶e̶d̶ n̶o̶t̶ t̶h̶i̶n̶k̶i̶n̶g̶ a̶b̶o̶u̶t̶ h̶o̶w̶ c̶o̶n̶v̶e̶n̶i̶e̶n̶t̶l̶y̶ t̶h̶e̶ t̶i̶m̶e̶ A̶u̶g̶u̶s̶t̶i̶n̶e̶ s̶t̶o̶p̶p̶e̶d̶ t̶a̶l̶k̶i̶n̶g̶ a̶b̶o̶u̶t̶ i̶t̶ l̶i̶n̶e̶d̶ u̶p̶ w̶i̶t̶h̶ t̶h̶e̶ t̶i̶m̶e̶ w̶h̶e̶n̶ h̶e̶ j̶o̶i̶n̶e̶d̶ t̶h̶e̶ t̶e̶a̶m̶ a̶l̶o̶n̶g̶s̶i̶d̶e̶ t̶h̶e̶ b̶o̶y̶.

H̶e̶ d̶i̶d̶n̶'t̶ m̶i̶s̶s̶ t̶h̶e̶ d̶i̶s̶t̶a̶n̶t̶ l̶o̶o̶k̶s̶ f̶r̶o̶m̶ a̶c̶r̶o̶s̶s̶ t̶h̶e̶ r̶i̶n̶k̶, w̶h̶e̶n̶ A̶u̶g̶u̶s̶t̶i̶n̶e̶'s̶ e̶y̶e̶s̶ l̶o̶o̶k̶e̶d̶ c̶o̶l̶d̶e̶r̶ t̶h̶a̶n̶ t̶h̶e̶y̶ e̶v̶e̶r̶ h̶a̶d̶ b̶e̶f̶o̶r̶e̶.

W̶h̶e̶n̶ h̶e̶ f̶e̶l̶t̶ d̶i̶f̶f̶e̶r̶e̶n̶t̶.

N̶o̶t̶ t̶h̶a̶t̶ i̶t̶ w̶a̶s̶ a̶n̶ i̶s̶s̶u̶e̶ t̶h̶o̶u̶g̶h̶, t̶h̶e̶y̶ w̶e̶r̶e̶ f̶r̶i̶e̶n̶d̶s̶, r̶i̶g̶h̶t̶?̶ I̶t̶ w̶a̶s̶ l̶i̶k̶e̶l̶y̶ h̶e̶ w̶a̶s̶ h̶a̶v̶i̶n̶g̶ a̶ b̶a̶d̶ d̶a̶y̶ a̶n̶y̶w̶a̶y̶, t̶h̶i̶s̶ y̶e̶a̶r̶ w̶a̶s̶ n̶o̶t̶ t̶r̶e̶a̶t̶i̶n̶g̶ h̶i̶m̶ k̶i̶n̶d̶l̶y̶ b̶y̶ a̶n̶y̶ m̶e̶a̶n̶s̶.

They were still friends, accompanying each other to every class and doing things together as always. It was a good thing how they haven’t changed in that regard, people always came to associate them with the other.

Overtime, it became apparent that wherever Augustine is, Winnie was not far away and vice versa. They used to joke about it at first until it became frequent enough the joke itself got boring. Now, it’s nothing special.

Sure, they walked with other people and hung out with others sometimes. a̶t̶ l̶e̶a̶s̶t̶ h̶e̶ d̶i̶d̶, A̶g̶u̶s̶t̶i̶n̶e̶ m̶u̶s̶t̶ h̶a̶v̶e̶ t̶o̶o̶ n̶o̶?̶ h̶e̶ h̶a̶d̶ p̶l̶e̶n̶t̶y̶ o̶f̶ f̶r̶i̶e̶n̶d̶s̶ a̶s̶ f̶a̶r̶ a̶s̶ h̶e̶ k̶n̶e̶w̶. But it never damaged their bond.

Winnie was planning this day for the past 4 months at this point, it almost felt funny how repetitive this routine felt by the third time. “The day he would stop being a coward, would say it to his friend’s face and wait for the response he yearns for” or whatever he always thought about, cheesy in a way but it wasn’t like he could exactly help that.

They were only walking through the halls during their lunch period when they passed by Winnie’s locker. A normal thing if not for the fact 3 people were crowded around it, whispering to themselves.

The duo didn’t pay it much time at first, preferring to continue their debate on the newest pointless subject they thought of: if oranges came first or if it was the colour. Augustine insisted the fruit did, whereas Winnie was prepared to die on the hill saying it was the other way around.

The group of 3 in front of the locker were not people the two were particularly friends with, Winnie recognized one as someone who sits next to him in.. biology? At least that's what he remembered. Augustine shrugged at the question of their names, saying it didn’t come up enough for him to remember them much, adding on how they weren’t particularly interesting enough for him to care beyond acquainting with anyway.

It wasn’t something Winnie needed to put much thought into either, trusting his friend’s judgement.

All that really mattered now was convincing Auggie to follow him to the rooftop where he could finally say what he wanted to in complete privacy, but until then he had to keep his cool and continue their seemingly endless bickering.

They were forced to snap out of their conversation when one of the boys pushed someone towards them, turning to see what the issue was. The girl pushed towards them by her friends lost her balance, but Winnie quickly caught her fall before any actual damage could be caused, at which her face turned red.

H̶e̶ c̶o̶u̶l̶d̶ s̶w̶e̶a̶r̶ A̶u̶g̶u̶s̶t̶i̶n̶e̶ g̶l̶a̶r̶e̶d̶ a̶t̶ h̶e̶r̶.

“Are you okay?” he inquired, looking between the three in obvious confusion.

The girl just nodded, fiddling with her hands seemingly unable to form a proper response. As he turned away to leave after telling them to be more careful, his arm was grabbed by her as a seemingly impulse decision she regretted almost immediately after.

W̶a̶y̶ t̶o̶ s̶e̶t̶ h̶i̶s̶ p̶l̶a̶n̶ o̶f̶f̶ a̶c̶t̶i̶o̶n̶, h̶e̶ o̶n̶l̶y̶ h̶a̶d̶ 1̶5̶ m̶i̶n̶u̶t̶e̶s̶ l̶e̶f̶t̶!̶

Before he could breathe, she finally spoke up.

“Can I- talk to you for a few minutes?”

Winnie looked back at his friend, seemingly at a loss. He didn’t want to stay, he planned so long for this but she didn’t have plans of letting him go yet and-

The look on Augustine’s face was cold as it was on those days in the rink, his expression changing to one Winnie couldn’t read in mere seconds after they were talking normally only moments ago.

At least that's what he thought, it’s what that looked like anyway.

“You can go, it’s fine” the brunette said, though Winnie knew better than to believe his tone was one of someone who really didn’t care what he did. He knew better than that, Augustine was annoyed, but what for?

It seemed like the girl took that as an invitation to drag him away, almost tripping Winnie in the meantime. Her friends cheered her on as Augustine only turned around and walked in the opposite direction instead of waiting for him to return after or interrupting her for dragging him off like that.

Whatever side of the school she was taking him to he didn’t quite notice, only realizing how far they’d gone when she shoved a letter into his hands and refused to look at him. Winnie could easily guess the implications of that, seeing the heart sticker on the front of it.

It was about to be a long conversation, one he didn’t want to be a part of.

Why was it so difficult for things to work out when he wanted to come clean?

Maybe another time, surely.

———————————————

Winnie was 18 when they grew apart.

Their separation started slow, over the course of a few years.

It wasn’t entirely like that of course!- they were talking less is all, not really separate. They still hung out at school sometimes like they used to and sat together in one or two classes, W̶i̶n̶n̶i̶e̶ f̶o̶u̶n̶d̶ h̶i̶m̶s̶e̶l̶f̶ d̶r̶a̶g̶g̶e̶d̶ s̶o̶m̶e̶w̶h̶e̶r̶e̶ e̶l̶s̶e̶ m̶o̶r̶e̶ o̶f̶t̶e̶n̶ t̶h̶a̶n̶ n̶o̶t̶, A̶u̶g̶g̶i̶e̶ n̶e̶v̶e̶r̶ s̶t̶o̶p̶p̶e̶d̶ h̶i̶m̶ s̶o̶ h̶e̶ d̶i̶d̶n̶'t̶ t̶h̶i̶n̶k̶ t̶h̶e̶r̶e̶ w̶a̶s̶ t̶h̶a̶t̶ m̶u̶c̶h̶ o̶f̶ a̶ p̶r̶o̶b̶l̶e̶m̶ r̶i̶g̶h̶t̶?̶

They walked together after on their home, but Auggie never looked at him if he could help it. When he did, something felt wrong. Instead of the warm looks he always received when they were kids, it was like looking at a stranger.

Any conversations they had were started by him and died out quite quickly, the other giving the bare minimum of a response if not just nodding and moving along. The blond never figured out how to get him to talk like they used to again, nor the reason for the sudden change.

Something he noticed more and more as he approached his friend was the way the other would scoff, as if annoyed by his mere presence. Winnie remembers staying awake night after night thinking and trying to understand what happened, where he went wrong, what he did to make things this way.

He looked through every conversation he could find, recounting every single one he could remember trying to find what about him led his friend to being unhappy about his presence after so long.

Could it be that Augustine had grown tired of him?

Winnie shook his head- he was too tired to be thinking of this at the moment. They would be heading back home in a bit, it was 3:00 anyway, a few minutes left before the bell rings.

He would approach Auggie and have a proper conversation again if it was the last thing he did!

…He didn’t realize how hard that would be until he was already looking for the other, trying to make up any topic so they wouldn’t walk in silence again, and fate didn’t seem to be on his side as he found the person he was in search of before conjuring anything up.

Despite the cold air between them, Augustine still waited for him at the gate so they could walk back together. It made Winnie feel more at ease, knowing he at least didn’t mess up badly enough to get ditched entirely.

He didn’t respond to anyone calling him as he speed-walked over to the brunette, not wanting to make him wait longer than he already did. Heavens know the last thing Winnie wanted now was to have Augustine ditch him because he took too long.

As soon as he arrived, the brunette turned around and started walking down the path that's been imprinted into their memory over the years. It was always a routine of theirs to walk back together, the company was nice. The few times they were separated by something happening always ended up in an apology or hangout later that day to make up for the time.

Winnie both loved and hated how this walk started to feel overtime. The silence wasn’t comfortable as it used to be, his friend didn't look like he planned to break it either. As expected, the job fell on his shoulders.

The further they went, the worse it got. The familiarity of the path at least allowed him to space out and think more about what to do to make things less awkward.

It seemed as if his brain had other plans, by the way it didn’t cooperate. Whatever, they knew each other for years. The last few conversations couldn’t keep repeating, they’d never improve again if neither of them spoke up.

“Hey Auggie?” He began, with little clue as to where he planned to go with the conversation.

For the first time that day, Augustine looked up at him. “Yea?”

“I heard you had a test today, how did it go? Math right?” Winnie did not in fact hear of a math test, let alone one at all. A friend of his mentioned stressing over one the week prior and he just asked that based on someone else who probably wasn’t even in the same cla-

“Another calculus one, yes. Absurdly soon seeing when the last one was” he responded, looking back to the street instead of the one next to him.

That was something Winnie could work with, a start somewhere.

“How did it go? You were always complaining about that subject then finishing all the work before I even got halfway through the page, it was impressive”

There was a shift in Augustine’s expression, small, but noticeable. It was a good confirmation he was doing alright so far, which was all he needed.

The shorter just shrugged at the question. It was how he always reacted to those sorts of inquiries, Winnie couldn’t help letting out a small laugh.

H̶e̶ m̶i̶s̶s̶e̶d̶ t̶h̶e̶ w̶a̶y̶ A̶u̶g̶u̶s̶t̶i̶n̶e̶ s̶t̶i̶f̶f̶e̶n̶e̶d̶ a̶t̶ t̶h̶e̶ s̶o̶u̶n̶d̶.

“How'd you know there was a test to benign with? We’re in different math classes” Augustine may have been staring at the road still, but he was less focused on their path more at kicking the rocks he found on the way. A classic thing he did, trying to get them to go as far as possible.

When they were younger they used to try and see who could do it better, but Winnie eventually grew out of it. Of the many things that changed about Augustine, that habit was not one.

“A friend was complaining about it the last time we talked, I assumed you might have the same teacher and I was right!” He answered. What to him seemed like a simple answer made Augustine pause. Pause for a lot longer than he should have as his expression shifted again.

..Winnie didn’t think he said anything wrong, did he?

Augustine didn’t respond, opting to go back to walking faster than before rather than say a word.

They would be silent again if he didn’t continue, it was going well for once his friend responded with proper sentences again instead of gestures or small sentences.

“I’m sure you did great, Auggie!” He saw the other smile and roll his eyes at those words, s̶l̶i̶g̶h̶t̶l̶y̶ r̶e̶l̶i̶e̶v̶e̶d̶?̶.

The direction he was going in seemed to be exactly what was needed, so Winnie went on. “Did you go to hockey practice last Friday? I had to miss it to help my parents with stuff after school but I couldn’t stop thinking about that”

Augustine scoffed and Winnie hesitated to say anything else as a strange feeling set in.

“I went, everyone kept asking about you though”

“That’s so nice of them, I didn’t-” He was cut off by the feeling of his wrist being grabbed roughly.

“What was that?”

Winnie blinked awkwardly, just noticing the expression on the other’s face.

“I just..said that it was nice?” Augustine held onto his wrist tighter at that.

“Don’t play dumb, repeat what you said again I dare you.”

He was angry.

Despite everything, Winnie had never seen the other angry with him. He saw him annoyed, yelling at others from time to time, but never him. Especially not while grabbing his arm like it had offended him somehow.

“I didn’t say anythi-”

“You think I’m stupid don’t you? I heard you, coward.” The brunette let go of him and Winnie held the now slightly reddened wrist as his confusion only grew.

“Of course you didn’t. Whatever, I’ll see you later.”

Before Winnie could respond or reach out to stop him, the other stormed off in the opposite direction on his own but not without sending him a glare before he left.

He messed up again.

The problem was he didn’t know what he said.

Did he not like hockey anymore? Was that topic a bad idea?

For the first time, Winnie felt like their end was near.

He didn't know how long he stood in place before his legs finally started moving again, what he did know was the chances of fixing their friendship were lower than they were previously at the start of the day. The Augustine he knew and the one he was faced with felt like different people now.

It was like there was a stranger in his skin.

———————————————

Winnie was 18 when he wished he never thought about love at all.

A long time had passed since his last conversation with Augustine, and it was now the summer.

Their relationship only got worse after the conversation on their walk back to their houses, always off when the other one is present.

If anyone asked Winnie if he expected this only a few years prior, he would be beyond confused. The boy couldn’t have predicted a fallout as bad as this one.

He was going to move soon, they didn’t need to deal with this much longer.

That was what he thought, at least. When it came to the day right before they moved, their parents made them hang out together again. Instead of what they may have typically done a while back, they opted to go on one last car ride together to talk one last time.

It wasn’t like the fact they grew apart this badly wasn’t his fault. He’s the one who stopped talking despite Augustine’s attempts.

He’s the one who never responded after…

H̶e̶ n̶o̶t̶i̶c̶e̶d̶ A̶u̶g̶u̶s̶t̶i̶n̶e̶ l̶o̶o̶k̶ a̶t̶ h̶i̶m̶ f̶r̶o̶m̶ a̶c̶r̶o̶s̶s̶ t̶h̶e̶i̶r̶ c̶l̶a̶s̶s̶e̶s̶, c̶l̶u̶b̶s̶, a̶n̶y̶w̶h̶e̶r̶e̶ t̶h̶e̶y̶ w̶e̶r̶e̶ t̶y̶p̶i̶c̶a̶l̶l̶y̶ t̶o̶g̶e̶t̶h̶e̶r̶. H̶e̶ n̶e̶v̶e̶r̶ s̶a̶i̶d̶ a̶n̶y̶t̶h̶i̶n̶g̶ a̶b̶o̶u̶t̶ i̶t̶.

Winnie was beyond nervous, but to say he wasn’t excited was a lie. As much as he may have avoided acknowledging it, he missed the other dearly. D̶e̶s̶p̶i̶t̶e̶ w̶h̶a̶t̶ h̶e̶ w̶a̶n̶t̶e̶d̶ t̶o̶ b̶e̶l̶i̶e̶v̶e̶, h̶e̶ n̶e̶v̶e̶r̶ s̶t̶o̶p̶p̶e̶d̶ l̶o̶v̶i̶n̶g̶ h̶i̶m̶ a̶n̶d̶ t̶h̶a̶t̶ o̶n̶l̶y̶ m̶a̶d̶e̶ i̶t̶ h̶u̶r̶t̶ w̶o̶r̶s̶e̶.

He grabbed the nearest pair of glasses and rushed out the door.

A̶u̶g̶u̶s̶t̶i̶n̶e̶ u̶s̶e̶d̶ t̶o̶ j̶o̶k̶i̶n̶g̶l̶y̶ m̶a̶k̶e̶ f̶u̶n̶ o̶f̶ h̶i̶m̶ f̶o̶r̶ h̶a̶v̶i̶n̶g̶ t̶h̶o̶s̶e̶ o̶n̶e̶s̶ a̶n̶d̶ t̶a̶k̶i̶n̶g̶ t̶h̶e̶m̶ e̶v̶e̶r̶y̶w̶h̶e̶r̶e̶.

He found the other waiting for him outside, avoiding eye contact which Winnie didn’t blame him for. They got into the car in silence, the drive continued that way for a while.

Winnie didn’t know what to do, so he pretended nothing happened. He was too focused on making sure his legs don’t go numb while he’s driving, the last thing they needed was a car accident.

As if life was trying to make things hard for him intentionally, that's exactly what they found themselves set up for.

Stranded in a frozen car, suddenly in the middle of winter, dealing with situations beyond their comprehension after a fight in the car.

First staring at the frozen corpses of their child selves, being chased by an..elk-bear monstrosity, falling into what looked like an endless hole, the list went on..

Augustine was searching for a way to leave the entire time, to figure out what happened, but Winnie was unable to get himself to move or put in the same effort.

They were currently in his house, or what looked to be it, and Augustine was searching the rooms. He was sitting on the piles of boxes trying to think of something to help, trying not to freeze to his death.

His gaze lingered on the stairs as memories played out in his mind.

The day he fell down the stairs and broke his legs, the way Augustine left.

When he tripped and was found by someone else, when he waited for Augustine’s return before he passed out for it to never come.

When he truly started questioning the very core of their relationship.

He was not.. Angry. He was confused.

Months later, he still didn’t have an answer as to why. He didn’t know what they were anymore, and it hurt.

It hurt worse than anything, but he didn't blame the other. Augustine didn’t act without reason, he wasn’t the irrational type.

The phrase Augustine said moments before was looping endlessly in his head.

Before he fell- before Winnie LET him fall.

Begging him to hold onto his hands properly and pull him up.

“Please don’t let go. I’m your friend. We’re friends.”

The silence that followed will haunt him.

“We are friends, right?”

The same question he asked himself for months.

He was dragged out of his trance hearing mumbling behind him. Augustine was standing there, a dark look in his eyes.

Darker than Winnie had ever seen from him.

He was..worried.

“Auggie?”

The mumbling continued.

“Augustine? Hello?”

No response.

It took a while for the other to respond, he seemed just as confused as he was.

His chest felt heavy as they both stood there, while he could blame it on paranoia caused by the situation as they are both standing on top of a staircase reminding him of the fall, it wasn’t that.

They needed to talk.

They couldn’t go on like this, one of them needed to do something to break their silence.

Augustine tried and was either met with nothing before or what had happened when they were in the car, it was only right that he began.

“..We can’t go on like this.” He began.

Augustine’s eyes shot up to meet his and Winnie’s, and for the first time in a while he felt familiar.

He continued talking, only pausing to take a breath knowing if he stopped he would freeze up. For the first time in years, he saw himself getting through to his friend.

When he finished, he saw the way Augustine’s lips quivered, the way he shook slightly, he looked the most fragile he ever has. Like a single gust of wind could break him apart. Winnie hated seeing the one he looked up to and loved so dearly look that way, knowing he was part of the reason only made him hate it more.

The dams broke as Augustine’s words spilled out, years of struggle being put before his very eyes.

His chest felt tight, he never thought actions he never thought much of hurt the other this badly, yet here he was listening to it all.

Responding was something he didn’t feel himself do, more truthful than he ever was.

Pouring their hearts out in his house while it was snowing indoors was never something either of them expected to do, but here they were.

“There’s nothing in this world that can replace you.”

“I’m sorry…! I’m really sorry…!”

“I should’ve respected your line…!”

“I should’ve thought about how you’d feel, I should’ve put myself in your shoes…!”

“But I was too blinded by admiration back then that-”

“I couldn’t see that you were my one and only friend before my hero!”

“It must’ve been so frustrating… It must’ve been so upsetting…!”

“You don’t have to forgive me, I know apologizing now won’t change the past…”

“But I just want you to know this…!”

Winnie could hardly process a single word coming out of his mouth, Augustine stood in front of him with his mouth agape taking in everything.

He took that as an invitation to continue.

“You are the coolest and brightest person I have ever met in my whole life, Augustine!”

“I was only able to do all the things I’ve accomplished so far because you encouraged me back then…!”

“Because you gave me hope. You work hundreds, thousands, million times harder than me… And I remind myself every day how lucky I am to have ever met a friend like you…!”

“...-You’re amazing like that!-..”

Winnie’s heart ached at every tear that dropped, the other tried to stop but he couldn’t. They momentarily panicked when he couldn’t breathe through the tears, but it was only expected after such a long time of bottling everything up.

Everything felt worth it again when he saw his smile.

The one he knew, the smile that drew him in from the start.

This was the Augustine he knew.

They had to get back to reality, if his theory was correct then he knew how to do so.

They just needed to hurry up before their time runs out, Winnie believed in them, they could do it together.

He finally felt complete again, the hole in his heart filled simply by a single conversation.

Maybe he didn’t regret thinking about love all these years, all he needed was a reminder.

A reminder was exactly what he got, and he could not be more grateful for it.

For the first time in years, they were truly friends.

They were not alone.

———————————————

It had been around 3 months since the car accident.

Since the two were trapped in an upside down car, experiencing a world made up of their own horrors.

Since they finally, truly became the friends they always thought they were.

The speech they had, the chance to finally bond again and come clean about everything, took so much more weight off of Augustine's shoulders than he could have ever imagined it would. Sure, the cost was a broken leg, but it also meant that Winnie got to stay longer too.

Augustine could never describe how it felt looking at his friend again, finally seeing a friend rather than a competitor. Someone to relax around again rather than someone he was inferior to. Winnie did all he did to be like him of all people and all he saw were false attempts to tear him down and take his place.

Part of him can’t imagine that anymore, the same part that yearned to talk to Winnie again since the accident the winter before that. The same part that kept him up at night about not helping, not doing something, anything to help him when he fell down those stairs and broke his legs.

He had one broken leg and support yet he was still struggling, still healing from the consequences of it. It had made for a fun joke though, making Winnie bring or do stuff for him because as the driver it was easy to blame him for the crash and therefore the break. At first Winnie looked incredibly guilty when it was brought up, going silent before apologizing so unlike himself. It took a few weeks to get him to see it as the joke it was, but when that worked he never got to live it down.

It wasn’t like he seemed to mind though, frequently asking Augustine if he wanted anything else after he brought up the idea of feeling like having something of any sort and getting up on his own, even if it was merely a passing thought or mood.

It was…nice.

What was not nice on the other hand was the days itching closer to the new moving date.

Augustine finally healed, which meant Winnie would be moving soon.

He would leave to go to the college they both wanted. Oddly, instead of sparking feelings of anger or envy this time, he felt more melancholic about the thought.

As the day came closer and closer, a sense of emptiness overtook him. Winnie was the same, they hung together a lot more than they have in the last few years as a whole, but the departure always felt wrong.

Despite their talk, they both knew there were still words unsaid between them. Neither of them had the guts to come clean about them, but they both knew something was still missing.

Augustine’s realization came when he felt funny after hanging out with Winnie for a while. The taller had gotten tired after their outing, falling asleep on him at some point during their conversation. He didn’t notice at first, too distracted going on about some topic that came up. He was a man of strong opinions, and those opinions he was gonna tell.

He only noticed when the sound of soft snoring reached his ears. The blond was fully leaned up against him, sound asleep.

This was..the most relaxed Augustine saw him in some time. It had been a long time since they were in a position like that, he never counted, though.

He couldn’t help but stare, a̶d̶m̶i̶r̶i̶n̶g̶ looking at the other. He had changed over the years (obviously), both mentally and physically as expected. He was a lot taller now, as opposed to the little height difference they had as children. Despite that and his generally bigger build, he still carried that gentle air around him, something he welcomed, really. A threatening Winnie didn’t sound very entertaining, he’d know by now.

Only after Winnie left did he realize how much..lighter? He had felt it. Something was different, but not in the same way as before. It was good, or at least so he thought. It didn’t feel suffocating or unfamiliar.

…He had fallen again, hadn’t he?

Augustine tried to push that thought away for days, as the thought of it made his brain hurt too much to think about it. He couldn’t be bothered and quite frankly preferred to ignore the existence of those feelings as a whole! And so that's what he did.

Winnie would move soon, the feelings would fade, they’d go back to just being best friends and he’d NEEEVER have to think about it again!

..or that's what he’d hoped, and oh how wrong he was.

The days passed fast. Faster than they should have, both of them hated it but time wouldn’t slow down for them. Afterall, it’s their own fault they didn’t speak for a long time, they lost their spark and almost burned down their friendship entirely out of their own stupidity.

That's why it didn’t feel real when they had to say goodbye. They may have nearly split apart, but they were always near. Winnie never felt as comfortable as he did with Augustine around anyone else, and Augustine never felt complete without him there.

It made his stomach churn.

“Don’t you dare end up falling down another set of stairs in that college will you? I can’t help you there to pay this back” The brunette half heartedly complained, visibly struggling to come up with anything to say.

“I won’t, I won't! You don’t set things on fire in exchange, deal?” Winnie giggled.

“That was ONE time-”

“One too many!~”

The sound of a car horn cut Augustine off before he could throw a witty response back at his companion, Winnie’s parents telling them to hurry up before they were late.

Whatever happy mood they were in dissipated as fast as it originally came along, both of them going silent.

“..You’ll come back eventually, right?” Augustine asked in a voice far quieter, smaller, than Winnie ever wanted to hear from him. It wasn’t right.

“Of course I will!” he shot back almost immediately, almost offended the other thought that at all. Really who did he take him for?

“Good, who else would praise elks for existing the same way you do every christmas?” Going back to the previous atmosphere and feel of their conversation felt better than keeping the heavy feeling their goodbye gave. At least one last bit of entertainment for them.

Though it couldn’t last long, Winnie’s parents were clearly getting impatient to the point both boys saw it without sparing them more than a simple glance.

“They’re still better than your bears, but we might need to continue this conversation another time, being late is hardly ideal for moving again, you know?” Although it was meant to be a joke, Winnie’s tone failed to convey that, sounding more down than anything.

“Stay safe on the car ride then you idiot”

“That's hardly up to me,but I can try?”

“Good, I’ll never let it go in the afterlife if you don’t” The eyeroll Augustine did could be felt, without even looking at him.

“I get it I get it, goodbye for now then? I’ll be back as soon as possible, I promise you” Tone changing from his usual up-beat one, Winnie gave his friend the last hug they would have for a long time.

Augustine didn’t hesitate to return the hug, hardly keeping himself together at all.

“I guess so”

“Do you not even want to say anything to me anymore? Im hurt</3”

Augustine sighed, his mind felt like too much of a wreck to process the events that followed.

They both had to separate as Winnie walked to his parents’ car, whatever washed over Agustine really decided to do so at the worst time possible because not even a moment after the other had turned around, he found himself blurting out the one sentence he was trying to avoid and forget about for months.

‘I love you’

Every part of him that hoped Winnie didn’t hear him was let down as he paused and turned to look at the brunette, who was processing the fact those words came out of his lips at all.

Opposed to what he was expecting, the one in blue smiled at him with a smile more genuine than he has ever seen from him.

“That will be something else we talk about when I come back” he said, voice maintaining the calm feel it carried with it earlier in the conversation.

“I- uhm- oka. Yes, it will be” Augustine stuttered, trying to gather his nerves and thoughts as fast as possible. What was that??

“For the record, I love you too”

With that, he turned and ran to the car, not hearing whatever the other said after him. Whatever he yelled out was a topic they were to tackle later.

Finally, after 6 years of pining, Winnie no longer felt strange.

His love was requited.

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Shoot the Moon - Quinn Hughes x ofc

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Title: Shoot the Moon

Author: Tory / @tkwrites

Relationship: Pre-established: Quinn Hughes x Original female character

Warnings: comfort, fluffy beginnings, smut (18+ only), oral m & f receiving

Summary: Quinn comes home exhausted from a rough road trip. After a good night's sleep, he decides to try out some new things with Sarah.

Word count: 5,500

Comments: this is my first fanfiction ever posted, though I've been writing them for a long, long time. I hope you enjoy!

Shoot the Moon

A Quinn & Sarah Snapshot

I made tacos at your place, so don’t pick anything up on the way home.

This simple text sent gratitude rocketing through Quinn. He just needed to get home. They were on the bus to the arena, then he would drive the 20 minutes to his apartment, and to Sarah who was waiting for him with his favorite meal. The bus seat was digging into the bruise on his right hip from where he’d hit hard two days ago. It felt better when he was moving, but sitting still was torture. It had been on the plane and it was here again.

He was so glad to be home. It was near the end of the season, and he was tired, his body, time and emotions drawn out well beyond their limits. He couldn’t wait to get a good night's sleep next to Sarah. He had never missed someone like this. He'd never noticed the absence of her weight in the bed next to him, or missed the smell of her perfume in such a tangible way. He was beginning to feel like he couldn't and didn't want to live without her.

The next road trip they went on, he needed to bring something with her perfume. Maybe that would help him sleep better.

When he finally opened the door to his apartment, Sarah walked around the couch to greet him. His bags hit the floor and he collapsed against her, nuzzling his nose into her collar bone and taking a deep breath.

“God, I missed you so much,” he said, pulling her flush to him. She was in an oversized t-shirt and a pair of leggings. It was the very thing he’d been hoping she would be wearing.

Her hand went to the back of his head to stroke her fingers through the dark waves there. “I missed you too.”

They stayed that way for a while, just holding each other. Quinn felt like he might cry, being back with her. Man, love had turned him into a sap.

He understood why the older guys were always so anxious to get home to their wives.

He moved just enough so he could catch her lips with his. A different kind of sigh moved through his body when she returned the kiss.

After a few minutes of gentle, loving kisses, a loud gurgling came from his stomach, and Sarah laughed as she pulled away. “Let’s get some food into you,” she said, taking his hand and leading him into the kitchen.

“You sit,” she said, gesturing to the table, “I’ll bring you a plate.”

After setting a full plate in front of him, she went back to make herself one. He was certain she’d eaten earlier, but didn’t want him to feel alone. It was eight already. All he wanted was to eat and fall into bed with her, letting her hold him. His eyelids seemed to get heavier at the thought.

“Don’t tell me my food is that boring,” she teased sitting next to him.

Shaking his head, Quinn tried to blink away the tears welling up in his vision.

Sarah set down her taco and put her hand on his forearm, “what’s wrong?”

He sniffled. He felt like a kid, coming home from a bad game and crying to his mom. Except this time, the disappointment of loss was soothed by a swell of gratitude like he’d never felt before.

His voice was thick and a little higher than usual as he said, "I don't know, just coming home to you, and to this,” he gestured at his plate, “I just feel so lucky.”

She smiled, and leaned over a corner of the table to kiss him, “I love you too. Now eat before you get too tired and wake up hungry in the middle of the night.”

He laughed, remembering the first time he’d done that very thing when she started sleeping over. She'd come out with his shirt on, voice and eyes bleary with sleep as she asked what was going on. Her eyes went wide when she flipped on the light and found him with a sandwich in his mouth.

If he ate too early in the evening, hunger pains would wake him in the middle of the night. Nothing was going to wake him tonight if he had anything to say about it.

His tears subsided, soothed by her knowledge of him, her scent and the food filling his stomach.

He put the plates in the dishwasher, as she went about putting away all the ingredients. There were a lot of moving parts to this meal. He didn't even know he had that many food containers in his house. Maybe she had brought them from hers.

“You can go lay down while I finish this,” she said, glancing over her shoulder.

Quinn shook his head. He’d been too long without her. He wasn’t about to willingly walk away now.

When they finally made it into the bedroom, he stripped down to his boxers, and washed his face in the basin beside hers. She removed her leggings, and threw some of the pillows onto the floor. Usually, she would stack them in a chair, but apparently, she was as anxious to get into bed as he was.

They lay on their usual sides. She’d already seen him cry that day, so he didn’t feel as hesitant to ask for what he wanted.

“Can you hold me?” he asked. It came out quieter than he thought it would.

Sarah smiled, and scooted closer to him so their noses nearly touched, and she could bring her arms around him.

“No like,” he felt his cheeks get hot, “can I be the little spoon?”

“Sure, roll over.”

“I can’t. My hip.”

“What’s wrong with your hip?” she asked. “You told me you were fine."

He winced, a flash of guilt in his face, "I don't have any major injuries."

"But you have minor ones?" She pulled back the blanket to get a better look at him.

“I took that hit and landed right on it in Ottawa, and it’s bruised to high heaven,” he said. “It's not really hurt, but it's tender.”

Her fingers brushed down his side, and despite his exhaustion, his skin still reacted - shivering onto high alert. She pulled back the band of his boxers to reveal a dark purple bruise that had gotten bigger since the last time he’d looked at it. Apparently sitting on the plane hadn’t helped him at all.

“Oh, Q,” she said, voice turned nurturing instead of the coddling or "buck up!" he got sometimes from the trainers or his teammates.

“Here,” she said, rolling on top of him.

If this was any other night, this would play out much differently. He kissed her still, because he’d been thinking about it for too long, and she was here. She was here. He was home, and she was here with her perfect mouth, and her cute, crinkly smile. He couldn't resist her.

She deepened the kiss, devouring him like she just couldn’t wait any longer. She'd missed him so much. She knew he was tired. He'd been tired all week, but she finally had him back in the city - back in their bed - and she couldn't not.

Quinn felt himself groan. His hands reacted instinctively, rucking her shirt up, anxious to feel more of her skin.

Breaking away, she moved her mouth to the spot under his jaw that she knew made him weak.

“Sarah,” he breathed.

She responded with a slow glide of her tongue.

“I want you so bad,” he whimpered, “but…”

She pulled away from his neck to look down at him. "But?” she repeated.

“I’m so tired, I don't think I can keep it up.” A hot flush spread down his neck and onto his chest, “I’m sorry,” he babbled, “I really, really want to, but can we wait until morning?”

She bit her lip and nodded, swallowing down the hot desire she felt.

"I'll make it up to you, I swear," he promised.

Her mouth melted into a smile. "I know you will," she said before pecking him on the lips.

Sarah rolled off of him, onto the other side of the bed. “Scootch over,” she said.

He did and she settled, tucking her body against his.

“Wait, I need my pillow.”

They did an awkward shuffling dance to switch pillows without sitting up.

Once settled again, she sighed into him. Every part of her was touching him, and he would have given her anything at that moment. He could even feel her nose against the back of his skull.

He felt supported and loved, and home. Finally home.

She draped her arm around his chest and he found her fingers with his own, lacing them together.

“I love you, Sarah,” he whispered. “Thank you.”

“I love you too Quinn.” Her breath tousled the short hairs on the back of his neck, “I’m so glad you’re back. I missed you.”

“I missed you so much,” he said, finding a way to somehow pull her closer.

As sleep overtook him, he found himself thinking for the first time in a relationship how much he wanted to be with her forever. How much he wanted to make a real commitment to her. He’d never felt that way before. He should call his dad to see if he could use his grandma’s ring. The thought was startling, and he realized he was getting ahead of himself. First, she needed to move in. He wanted her here. Everything was so natural with her. Finally, he really was home.

Quinn couldn’t remember ever sleeping so well. He’d slept fitfully on the road trip, despite his exhaustion and usual ability to sleep anywhere. His brothers had been quick to send him funny memes about him looking like a zombie. He came home feeling like a zombie.

Waking up now, things felt right. He wasn’t sure he could say it in any other way. It all just felt better and brighter. He felt rested, and invigorated for the first time in seven days. He was on his back, and Sarah was tucked against him, on her side. He finally had a day to himself, and he was going to spend every second of it with her.

Her t-shirt had ridden up through the night, and her bare thigh was pressed against his.

Spending some time memorizing that feeling, he waited for her to wake up.

“Hey,” he said quietly after ten minutes when she showed no signs of stirring.

Her eyelashes fluttered, and she tucked her face into her pillow, mumbling something he couldn’t understand.

He laughed a little, and tried again, this time squeezing the arm around her.

“What time is it?” she asked, her morning voice hoarse and a bit deeper than usual.

That voice stirred something in him. It always had. It took him back to the first time she’d slept at his apartment. Waking up next to her was something he could never forget. The way she’d wrasped, “good morning,” before kissing him softly. It was one of his favorite memories.

He glanced at his watch, “a little after seven.”

She groaned and tucked her face behind his shoulder, “it’s too early to be up.”

Laughter bubbled up his throat. “We went to bed at 9. That’s almost 10 hours.”

Looping her arm over his chest, she somehow managed to pull herself closer to him as her leg covered him, her knee to his opposite hip. “Still too damn early,” she said, settling her head on his chest.

“If you want me to go back to sleep, straddling my thigh isn’t the way to do it,” he teased.

“I’m not straddling your thigh,” she protested, “I’m cuddling.”

“I can still feel all of your skin.”

She rolled her eyes, “if you want me to be up at seven, you better have a damn good reason, Quinn.”

Rolling onto his side, Quinn cupped her cheek in his hand. He kissed her gently before rolling on top of her. “Is this a good enough reason?” he asked, working his leg between hers before licking farther into her mouth.

“Mmmm… I don’t know,” she said, making a big show of shrugging her shoulders, even as her fingers were winding into his hair.

He pulled back, “you want me to stop?”

Her big blue eyes looked up at him, looked right through him, and it sent a shockwave through his whole body. God, how had he ever managed without her?

“No,” she said, voice quiet, the morning hoarseness starting to wear off, “I’m up now.”

“Good,” he said, “because I am too.” Leaning down to capture her mouth again, his hands pushed her shirt up.

She pulled back with a groan, “did you just make a dad joke during foreplay?”

His smile was impish, “maybe. Did you like it?”

She rolled her eyes even as she was pulling him back down into the kiss, “It’s a good thing I love you, Huggy.”

He groaned at the use of the nickname. “Please don’t call me that in bed,” he begged, moving his mouth to her neck.

She giggled a little before it bled into a moan. The sound shot straight to his groin.

He had some theories he wanted to try out.

Half way through the roadie, he had shared a room with Elias.

The only explanation for the conversation that followed that night was Quinn's exhaustion. If he were normally rested, he likely wouldn't have brought it up at all. But sitting there mindlessly watching Sports Center, listening to Petey talk to his girlfriend in Swedish, he wondered if he was doing things wrong with Sarah.

It's not that he felt Sarah was unsatisfied. She didn't seem to fake it, and their connection was only made stronger when they slept together. Even on nights when sex was off the table, but she still stayed over, sleeping in the same bed seemed to solidify their relationship more.

Still, he worried. He wanted to be good for her, to be the best for her. And maybe their sex life was normal, but it didn’t seem like anything from the romcoms he’d seen, and he wondered if they were missing something. Maybe he wasn’t giving her something she needed.

Anxiety always came easier when he was tired. That was the only reason he asked Petey what he thought being a good lover meant when he got off the phone.

“Does Emma like everything you do?”

“Everything?” Elias repeated, laughing, “no.”

“No, like in bed?” Quinn felt his skin get hot. This was not the kind of conversation they usually had.

Petey's pale skin flushed red. “Are you asking me how my girlfriend likes to have sex?”

“No. I mean maybe? I just mean, I want to make sure Sarah's satisfied, but I'm not sure how to do that.”

“Have you talked to her about it?”

“Not really.”

“I think that's probably your best bet.”

“Yeah. I just feel like there are things I should know.”

“What kinds of things?”

“Like, foreplay stuff.”

“Do you not usually do that?”

“No.” He thought, then amended, “I mean we make out a lot. And she likes when I kiss her neck, so I do that. I get her off with my hands sometimes."

“Does she seem like she wants more?”

“I don't know.”

They ended up having an extensive conversation in which Petey talked about how Emma liked it. How on nights when they had the time he would give her two or three orgasms with his hands and his mouth before they had sex.

“She really likes when I suck on her breasts,” he said. “Actually every woman I've been with has liked that. I think Gretta told me that. She was my first girlfriend.”

Quinn had been mentally taking notes the whole time.

“Honestly,” Elias said, “it's best when I ask her how she wants to be touched and she tells me. That varies from day to day. Sometimes she doesn't even want foreplay.”

So now, Quinn mouthed his way up to her ear, and whispered, “how do you want me to touch you?” His voice was husky and deeper than normal. He’d never sounded like that before, but he'd never wanted to be good for any other woman like this before.

Her little gasp was followed by her hips tilting into his. Maybe Petey was on to something here.

“Show me how you want me to touch you,” he said, moving his mouth down to the soft spot under her jaw he knew she liked.

He nibbled it with his lips as their hips surged together.

Her hands were in his hair. And her fingers tightened as another soft moan escaped her mouth. The next thing he knew, she was sitting up, forcing him back onto his knees. She ripped her shirt off, tossing it somewhere in the room. She was left in a pair of cotton underwear styled to look like men's briefs. They had tiny green flowers all over them and green trim.

“These are cute,” he said, running a finger along the waistband.

Her skin quivered under his touch.

She pulled his mouth to hers before placing his hands on her breasts. “Here,” she breathed against his lips, “touch me here.”

God, if this wasn't the hottest fucking thing he'd ever experienced. Why hadn't he ever thought to ask her what she wanted before? He didn’t have to guess, he just followed instructions.

Her hands covered his, and she led his fingers to roll her nipples. She arched into his touch and a whine escaped her throat. Her hands slid up to cling to his shoulders.

Moving his mouth back to the soft spot under her jaw, he listened to her panting breaths for a while. He wasn’t going to last long if she kept that up.

Time to put another theory to the test. He mouthed down her chest before wrapping his lips around her nipple and sucking. Answers came immediately.

“Quinn,” she moaned. Her hand cupped his head, encouraging him to stay there. Her hips ground against his own. He couldn’t hold back a moan.

“Fuck,” she whispered, heat pooling between her legs, “that feels so good.”

He’d never made her swear in bed like that. A ridiculous amount of pride swam through him.

He moved to the other breast and reveled in the groan that fell from her lips, a little louder this time.

"I want your mouth all over me," she heard herself say.

When they first got together, Quinn had been fairly inexperienced. Some due to them learning what the other person needed, and some, she figured, because he was used to quick hookups and had never really been in the kind of relationship where a woman could teach him what she liked.

He got more bold as they got more comfortable, and she told him what she liked. Still, there were certain things she'd been dreaming about since they met that he seemed too nervous to try. He seemed willing now and she was teetering on the edge.

She whined when he lifted his mouth from her. He gave the puckered nub a kitten lick when she tried to pull him back down.

“Where else do you want my mouth?” it felt a little dirty to say out loud, but her response had him wishing he’d asked before.

Her head plopped back on the pillows behind her, and she groaned, louder still. He wondered if he might be able to get her to yell his name. The thought of it made him ache.

“I,” she panted, “eat me out, please.” Sarah was so turned on at the thought of him finally going down on her that her flirty filter was gone.

“You want it here?” he asked, sliding his hand down to cup her, still covered in the cotton briefs.

“Yes,” she moaned, “God yes. Please, Quinn.”

Quinn had only given oral sex once before. It was with a girl he dated in high school, and she all but forced him between her legs the first time they went further than making out.

When he had started, not really sure what to do, hoping for a little instruction, she shrieked about him being a selfish lover and stormed out. He hadn't even needed to jack off. The experience was so deflating he hadn't ever tried it again.

“How do you like it?” He asked now as he peeled the briefs down her thighs.

He knew what Sarah liked, but the thought of failing her made his heart heavy and his ego ache. He wanted to be good for her.

He had some idea from watching porn, but he knew by now that was an unreliable source.

She kicked her underwear off the bed, and she was bare before him. An ache opened up in his chest. How was it possible to love someone so much? It wasn't just lust, even though he felt that too. It was vulnerability and trust made into action.

“Like you do with your hands,” she said, "except with your tongue. I'll tell you if I need something more. I trust you.”

The anxiety fluttering in his chest calmed a little at her words. He decided it was better to just start. The baseline knowledge he had of her body told him things like the pressure she liked, and where she liked to be touched.

He stroked his hands over her hips, and settled between her legs.

“Tell me if you don't like something?”

She nodded, heart hammering with anticipation.

He leaned in and parted her with his tongue. The sensation was unlike anything he'd ever felt before. Soft and warm and delicate. Also delicious. Sweet, tangy and completely different from anything he'd tasted before. He loved the smell of her when they made love, and this was the same amplified ten fold. God, why had he waited so long?

She gasped and moaned, hips arching up to meet his mouth. Finally feeling his tongue on her was better than any of her fantasies.

"You taste so good," he groaned.

“Really?” she thought people only said that in books. Men written by women.

Now that he was here, a carnal, competitive need took over. He needed to get her off. It was more than a matter of pride. Now, it was something he couldn't live without.

“So fucking good,” he moaned against her as he licked and kissed trying different motions to see what she liked.

“There, there,” she said, body arching, hands fisting the sheets. “Right there. Don't stop.”

This was the most amazing thing he'd ever done. Part of him wondered why he'd waited so long. Most of him was thankful he'd waited to do it with someone he loved and trusted and who loved and trusted him enough to tell him what she needed. It was his favorite thing about Sarah.

"Quinn," she moaned, "suck please."

Sealing his lips to her, he pulled with his mouth.

Pleasure exploded through her veins.

The noises - the moans and mewls, the little grunts and gasps she responded with drove him on and nearly drove him out of his mind.

All of him was more turned on than he ever thought was possible just from giving her pleasure.

Fuck, why had he been scared of this?

Her fingers suddenly dove into his hair and tugged. He nearly exploded right then. Pulling back slightly, he breathed deeply through his nose to calm down.

“Quinn,” she whimpered, “I want your fingers.”

He was dreaming. He had to be. Lifting his head, he asked, “what?”

She whimpered at the sight of his face: chin wet, brown eyes soft with love, pupils blown wide with lust. “Your fingers,” she gasped, “I want your fingers inside me while you do this.”

He groaned. Where had this demanding, dirty talking girlfriend come from? Petey was a genius.

He went back to work, taking time to kiss and nip her inner thigh before licking her up and down.

“Keep your tongue there,” she begged. “Yeah, yeah, just like that.” Her hand slid to the back of his head, keeping him where she wanted him.

He eased a finger into her. Her hips bucked. “Quinn,” she moaned and it was louder than ever. “More.”

He slid in another, and she rocked with him.

“I… I…”

He lifted his head a little to look at her. She was practically writhing on the bed. “You look so beautiful right now.”

“Yeah, yeah,” she said, pushing his head down again. “Put that pretty mouth back to work.”

He laughed and lowered down. He found her pulsing nub, and licked it into his mouth, suction gentle but decisive.

There were a few more desperate moments of Quinn trying his best to please her and to not shoot off too early. It was like walking on the edge of a knife. Hopefully just because it was the first time.

“Oh, oh Quinn, I - I’m gonna…” she said before his name was wrenched out of her mouth in a strangled cry.

Her body pulled taught, legs flexing under his hand, as she clenched around his fingers before the tension snapped and she collapsed, limbs limp.

“Holy shit,” she said quietly as she came back to herself, gently pushing him away from her core.

Quinn rose onto his knees and wiped his mouth on his arm. “I know,” He said, flopping down next to her. “I had no idea you had that in you.” He felt euphoric, and he hadn't even gotten off. Hearing his name drip from her mouth like that gave him a sense of pleasure and intense satisfaction he hadn't felt before.

She giggled, riding a high she hadn't felt in a long time. “I knew once you got up the confidence to give me oral, you'd send me to the moon, but goddamn."

“You…” his brain was swimming, “how did you know it would be good? I've never done it before.”

“Really?” she asked, genuine surprise in her features.

“My first time kind of blew up before she could tell me what to do. I was only sixteen. How did you know?” He asked again.

“We kiss all the time, Quinn. I know the magic you can work with your mouth. I've been fantasizing about it pretty much since we first kissed."

“Holy fuck,” Quinn said quietly as her words sunk in. Four months. He’d been denying her of that for four whole months. “I'm sorry I didn't try sooner.”

She rolled on her side to face him. “I'm glad you tried it now.”

Leaning in, she captured his mouth, slanting into him and rolling them so she was on top.

Her mouth wound its way down his jaw, over his chest and down his stomach as she moved to kneel between his legs.

“What are you doing?” he asked, his chest rising and falling quickly.

She glanced up at him, and there was a spark of teasing desire in her eyes he wasn't sure he'd seen before. “Returning the favor.”

All the air left his lungs in one big whoosh. His thoughts spun.

“I… you don't have to –” but her mouth was on him again, and he lost the words.

She didn't love giving blow jobs. She'd done it twice before. Once when they clinched the playoffs, and once when he begged for it explicitly. He knew it was something she endured rather than enjoyed.

The thought of her mouth on him right now, though, sent his arousal into overdrive.

“I want to,” she said. “You did it for me. I do it for you.”

Yet another reason giving her oral was turning out to be one of the best decisions he'd ever made. Not only had it gotten her off and turned him on more than he thought possible, it made her want to get him off with her mouth. He was definitely buying Petey dinner the next time they were out.

She slid his boxers off, careful of the bruise, and continued her teasing, mouth tracing over the v line of his right hip.

“Sarah, please." He was so riled up, he didn't think he could take any of her teasing.

He felt her lips curl into a smile against his skin.

His begging had the opposite effect he was hoping for. Instead of sinking a little lower, her mouth started moving back up to his.

A desperate sounding whine escaped him.

“Does this work for you too?” She asked before putting her mouth over his nipple.

Three seconds before that, he would have said no, but her hot soft mouth on him shot a surge of pleasure straight down his spine. A deep growl ripped from his chest and his hips surged up, desperate for any kind of friction. He swore.

She moved to his other pec and he felt like he might just combust.

“Sarah, baby, please.” He begged, “please.”

Her mouth lifted from his chest and he tried to gain control of his breathing.

“I think that's a yes,” she said, a bit of laughter in her tone.

Shifting down, she let her lips trail over his stomach again.

When she finally took him between her lips, the shouted sound he let out was barely human.

His muscles corded tight, desperately holding himself back from thrusting into her mouth. He was panting praises at her.

She lifted her head and he whimpered. Had he ever done that before?

“How do you want it?” She asked before wrapping her lips around the tip of him.

"I-" He tried, but his thoughts kept getting jumbled. "Like that," he groaned when she ran her tongue under the head. "Can you - can you use your hand?"

Her fingers wrapped around him, and he mumbled something incoherent even to his ears.

“Hmm?” She asked not lifting her mouth.

He couldn't hold back from bucking up at the vibration.

When he settled, she added her hand into the mix, gently twisting with her fingers. Hot, heavy pleasure flooded his limbs, turning them to jello. Oh god, he was in heaven. Her name came out of his mouth, moaned like a prayer. He wanted to worship her for the rest of his life.

He was so strung out that he couldn't vet any of his thoughts. “I want to come in your mouth so bad.”

She looked up and their eyes locked. This image was going to be branded in his mind forever. He knew it would be a memory he called up on the road when he was missing her.

She nodded, just slightly and sucked a little harder.

“Fuck,” he said reverently. She’d never let him come in her mouth before. The thought alone had him tensing up right there.

He tried to hold back. But feeling her come apart on his tongue had brought him so close to the edge already. Now, she had her mouth and fingers wrapped around him giving him the most amazing head he'd ever received, telling him he could let go in her mouth. All after 10 days without her. It was a losing battle

“I -” he tried to warn her, but his body was its own master, demanding release. He came in a sudden flood of intense light and pleasure that pulsed out to his fingers and toes.

She made a small noise of surprise, but true to her word didn't pull away until he was spent. Everything in his body went slack except his heart that pounded in his heaving chest.

Vaguely, he felt her get off the bed and listened to her walk into the bathroom.

When she came back, laying next to him with her head on his shoulder, she smelled fresh and Minty.

“Did you brush your teeth?” He asked, an edge of a laugh in his voice.

She winced, “I know I'm supposed to be all sexy and swallow, but I just can't stand the taste of it.”

Laughter bubbled out of his chest. “I don't care if you swallow. I don't really even mind not coming in your mouth, that was just a heat of the moment thing. Thanks for letting me anyway,” he said, pressing a tender kiss to her forehead.

She adjusted so she could kiss his lips. “I'm glad you asked for what you wanted. Thank you for sending me to the moon.”

He pulled her on top of him and kissed her. It was slow and intimate. The kind of kissing no one told him was more intoxicating than all the quick makeout sessions he had when he was younger.

“Do you think I can get you past it?” He asked.

“Past what?”

“Past the moon,” he said.

She laughed. “I mean, I guess anything's possible, but I'm not sure how you're going to top what you just did.”

“Well, I've got all day, and my only plans involve me showing you how much I missed you. So, tell me what to do and I'll take you wherever you want to go.”

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I Feel Like You’re Gonna’ Regret Askin’ That, Princess

Johnny Silverhand x Fem V

Johnny is left high and dry after his drive-in movie date with Rogue. Once V gets control over her body back, all she can feel is the frustration Johnny is left with. So she offers him her assistance.

*cross posted on AO3*

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I hated coming out of the trance-like state I was forced into whenever Johnny had my body. I rubbed my eyes a few times before zipping up my jacket as a cool breeze blew through the abandoned drive in. The movie I had put on for the two had finished, leaving us in a dark lot filled with rusted metal and a few trees peppering the lot. I looked around, my eyes landing on Johnny sitting on the hood of one of the cars, he was uncharacteristically quiet. I felt unsettled, and fidgety, as though my skin felt too tight for my body. I walked over to the car he was perched on and leaned against the hood. “Rogue leave?”

“Do you see her anywhere?” His voice was heavier than usual, and dripped in sarcasm.

“Guess she not a post sex cuddler?” I smiled, hoping that would get something outta’ him.

“Didn’t fuck” He was stoic, there was a cigarette between his metal fingers but it wasn’t lit and it seemed he had no intentions of doing anything with it.

“What happened?”

“What the fuck do you think happened! I know you’re not some gonk so put two and two together and figure out what the hell happened.”

“Johnny you’re gonna’ have to give me more than that.” I looked over my shoulder at him.

“Got rejected.” My eyebrows raised but I knew he wasn’t looking at me to see it. Who in their right mind would reject Johnny?

“That really blows choom, anything I can do to help?” As the offer left my lips I could feel myself start to get wet, and I knew he could feel it too. I watched as his flesh hand came up to rub his neck and then pull his aviators down his nose so he was looking over the red lenses at me.

“Don’t know, what’re you offering?” There was a hint of a smirk playing across his lip before I looked away in an attempt to hide the flush that was making its way to my cheeks.

“I can feel everything you can and it’s getting uncomfortable. So either we can help each other out or I can go find some doll.” Before he could answer he glitched off the hood of the car and reappeared in front of me, glasses gone. His organic hand grabbed the back of the short faded green hair, balling it up and pulling my face to look at him.

“Well you know my feelings towards dolls, so I guess there’s only one option.” He pulls my face towards his, a sneer painted across his lips as a surprised sound manages to get past my lips. His metal hand unzips my Samurai jacket before sliding against my hip that was exposed from the body suit I had chosen to wear paired with my low riding cargo pants. “I hate this sorry excuse for a shirt. Drives me nuts anytime you wear it.” He dully scratched against my skin making between my legs throb.

“You think I don’t know that?” The hand in my hair tightened and pulled my head back.

“So you’re tellin’ me that we could’ve been fucking this whole time and you didn’t bring it up til’ now?” I smiled as I felt his warm breath against my extended neck, his lips were dragging against my skin and making me feel like I was being hacked by Maelstrum cuz’ my body was on fire.

“Guess so, what’re you gonna do about it Rockerboy?” Finally his mouth was on me. His sharp canines dug into my neck, sure to have drawn blood. He sucked a dark hickey onto the same spot before pulling away.

“Feel like you’re gonna’ regret asking that, Princess.” The hand from my hair let go and both hands moved to my hips, lifting me up onto the hood of the car with Johnny now between my thighs. His hand came up to my neck and pushed me onto my back before releasing me once more. Before I had a second to question what he was going to do next I heard the rip of fabric followed by the chill along my bare chest. I shot up and glared at him.

“The fuck Johnny! That was exp-“ His hand was over my mouth, shutting me up before I could complain anymore.

“You don’t question me, got it?” I nodded, maintaining a pleading gaze hoping it would get me what I had been craving for much longer then I’m willing to admit. “Your body is mine and I’ll do with it as I please.” His gaze shifted from my own down to my chest for a fraction of a second before meeting mine once more. “You gonna’ be good?” I nodded, feeling my nipples perk from a mixture of the cool air and his eyes. He moved his hand from my mouth and slid both hands over my bare chest. One of his metal fingers slipped into my nipple ring as if it were nothing and pulled sharply upwards, I couldn’t help but whine as he pulled on it more. “Never pinned you for the type to get their tit pierced.”

“Never pinned you for the type to take your time.”

“Yea well I’ve never felt this frustrated.” He leaned over me, his mouth leaving wet kisses moving from just below my belly button up to my right tit and then over to my left, pulling at the piercing with his teeth. I sat up very slowly, hoping he wouldn’t notice. He continued the line of kisses up my neck, onto my chin and finally on my lips.

In an instant I tried to take back some sort of control. I tangled my fingers in his hair and pulled him as close as he could get. I slid down the hood of the car until I could feel the bulge in his leather pants against my own clothed crotch. We were a mess of tongue, teeth and lips and I couldn’t get enough. Every time he tried to pull away I tightened my grip, using my cybernetics to give me just a bit more strength than him to keep him where I wanted. He spoke against my lips ending my fun,

“Enough” I grumbled before completely releasing my grip so he could pull away, wiping his mouth on the back of his flesh hand. “You’re a greedy little slut aren’t ya” I smiled,

“Just been wanting it long enough.”

“Is that so?” As he spoke his hands began to work on my belt, pulling it loose quick enough. “Could’ve spoken up sooner”

“How the fuck do you expect me to bring that up? Want me to just casually mention as I’m gunning down scavs ’oh hey johnny we should totally fuck after this’?” He unbuttoned my cargo pants but stopped again.

“Think I would’ve said no?” I looked away from him, not liking how this turned from dirty to now digging into my insecurities. “You’re a hot piece of ass who knows her way around a gun, who’d say no to that?”

“Just thought it might make things weird, seeing as you’re taking over my body and all.” I felt my pants slip down my ass until my skin met with the very cold metal. Clearly he was done discussing anything because I could feel his flesh hand gently rub along my trimmed pubic hair exposed by the torn fabric.

“Is that supposed to be a lightning bolt?” I propped myself up on my elbows and bent my knees so I was holding myself up against the front bumper on the car.

“Kinda’ forgot I did that…”

“Cute.” I never expected those words to leave Johnny Silverhand’s mouth without being drenched in sarcasm. He leaned in close to my pussy and before I could process it he sunk his tongue inside me.

“Hol- fuck!” He flicked his gaze up to me and I could feel him smile against me. As he began to suck on my clit ruthlessly I felt two of his metal fingers slide inside me. The wet slapping sounds filled the empty lot accompanied only by my breathy curses making me feel closer to a joy toy then a merc. He organic hand scratched down my thigh before applying just a touch of pressure onto the top of my clit, spiking my heart rate and tightening the burning knot that was growing in my loins. “Christ Johnny shit s-stop” He paused his tongue and fingers, but didn’t pull anything away. Our eyes met as I tried my best to pull myself together enough to actually form a sentence. “Want you” was about all I could manage. He thrust his fingers in one final time before pulling them out, but before he stood up he tongue fucked me one last time. I watched as he licked his lips.

“What exactly do you want, V?” I sat up, letting myself slide down the hood of the car until I was standing in front of him. I grabbed him by the belt, pulled him closer before unbuckling his belt and pants.

“I need to see this cock you keep bragging about? Wanna’ see if it lives up to the hype.” He scoffs, pulling my chin up to look at him before kissing me. This time it wasn’t as carnal as before, something about the lack of teeth and hair pulling made it feel almost passionate. I unzipped his pants as we kissed and reached in to feel his warmth, warmth that never really made sense to me seeing as he’s a construct. I pulled back, breaking the kiss before sinking down to my knees, taking his pants with.

All I could do was stare. I didn’t want to validate him by complimenting it, but I knew he was staring down at me with that stupid smirk because he knew exactly what I was thinking. “Now Princess, don’t beat yourself up if you can’t take it all.” His voice was laced with such a degrading tone.

“I’ve seen bigger” I lied through my teeth, and we both knew it.

“How about you quit your lying and show me what else that pretty little mouth of yours can do.” His metal hand knotted its way into my roots and guided me towards his head.

I teasingly sucked on just the tip, making sure to drag my tongue along the engorged head. I encircled my hand around the base just to keep me stable on the balls of my feet. His hand in my hair pushed me deeper, I relaxed my throat as much as I could as he continued to push me further and further down. My tongue ran along the series of four piercings that graced the underside of his cock. Before I knew it I had my nose nestled against his thick black curls and I moved my hand to hold onto his ass. “Damn, I did not expect that. Does little miss V have more experience then she lets on?” His voice was more gruff then usual,I looked up at him, giving him the best pleading eyes that I could muster. “Can’t wait to fuck you so hard you can hardly ride your damn bike” I pulled almost all the way off his cock and just as he was about the start talking I took a deep breath through my nose and deep throated him in one motion.

“Fuckin Christ!” Both his hands gripped the back of my head and held me there for a second, when I felt them weaken just slightly I did it again. Over and over I took him into my throat, relishing at the grunts I could hear each time. As I got into a rhythm, and my gag reflex was completely gone Johnny pulled me off, a thin line of saliva connecting me to his cock. “Jesus V” I looked up at him innocently. “Don’t gimme’ that. You’re way more of a slut then I expected, y’know that?” I smiled up at him, waiting for him to make the next move. “Stand up”

I ran my tongue along the underside of his cock one final time, revelling in the way the barbells of his piercings were so cold despite the heat of his skin. “Up” he spat out through clenched teeth, I stood up and tried to hold back a smile when I noticed how flush his cheeks were. He wrapped his metal hand around my neck and pushed me back on the hood of the car. He grabbed what little fabric was left from my bodysuit and ripped it in two, giving him the most access. “I really liked this outfit.” He smirked up at me,

“Yea, but I think it’s better like this.” He pulled my forgotten pants over my combat boots and tossed them on the ground next to him before pulling my legs onto his shoulders. He nudged his cock against my throbbing pussy, letting it slide over my wet lips a few times watching me intently.

“Just fuck me already” he shook his head, contiuning to rub himself against me in the most teasing way possible.

“I think you can ask me nicer than that, don’t you?”

“If you’re not gonna’ fuck me, I’ll just give River a call and see if he’s up for the ta-” Before I could finish the sentence he sheathed himself fully inside me, a moan pushed past my lips as a groan came from him.

“River couldn’t eat you out like I did, he ain’t got shit on me and you fuckin’ know it.” His metal hand came from my neck up to grab my cheeks, forcing me to look him in the eyes as he fucked me much slower then I wanted. I could feel the bumps of his Jacob’s ladder every time he pulled out. Admittedly his cock reaches deeper than I’d ever had before, every thrust grazed against my G-spot purposely never touching it.

“You’re being an ass.” I managed to squeak out, knowing I didn’t sound nearly as intimidating as I could have in any other situation.

“Don’t know what you’re talkin’ ‘bout.” He pulled out until only his head was inside, bringing both hands to my tits, kneading and tweaking my nipples.

“You know I want more than that, but you refuse to give me anything.” I sat up on my elbows, my legs still on his shoulders. He sneered at me, knowing he was getting to me. “I want you to bend me in half and fuck me until it hurts, but you just won’t.”

“Maybe if you ask nicely I might.” He pulled my thighs against him, dragging me down to sink deeper on his cock. He bent over until my thighs were pressed against my tits, pressing our foreheads together. “Tell me you love my cock.” He roughly kissed me before the words could leave my lips “Tell me River could never fuck you as good as I am.”

“But…”

“If you don’t say it, I’ll delta the fuck outta’ here and you can finish yourself off.” He punctuated his sentence with a few thrusts here and there, to really emphasize his point. I bit down on my lip, turning my head away so he couldn’t see my cheeks flush.

“Who knows, you’ve hardly fucked me. At least River gave me what I wanted” I knew that would piss him off but I couldn’t resist.

“I was there V, I know he didn’t give you what you really wanted” He glitched away completely, my legs falling down to hit the front bumper of the car hard enough to leave bruises. The breeze felt icy against my exposed and wet core as I looked around frantically for him.

“Are you fuckin’ kidding me Johnny!” I stood up, dipping a finger into my pussy to feel just how wet I was. “Come the fuck on man!” I looked down at myself, my tits hanging out and what little of the body suit that was still in one piece was riding up my ass as I walked to where my pants were thrown. I pulled my Samurai jacket off for a second, tossing it on the car before stepping out of the destroyed top and pulling my pants back on over my boots. I grabbed the jacket again, pulling it on and zipping it up over my bare chest. “I should’ve guessed he’d pull some shit like this.” I grabbed the torn fabric, thinking maybe I could stitch it up at some point before walking towards the parked Porsche.

I pulled the driver side door open, hearing the door creak loudly at my force. I got in, hitting my head against the head rest a few times in pure sexual frustration. “Fuck Johnny and his fuckin cock.” I breathed out, making no move to close the door or drive away. My core was knotted and felt like it was burning a hole through my skin, and no matter how I sat it wasn’t enough friction. I unzipped my jacket just enough to look down at my abused tits, covered in bruises that I half expected to disappear along with him. I huffed out a sigh, I can’t believe he got me to do this. “River could hardly keep a decent pace, his sex was too gentle and his...fuck Johnny....his cock wasn’t as impressive as your’s.” I waited for a second, expecting him to glitch in front of me, cock out and ready to fuck me senseless. I looked around, waited a few more seconds before angrily slamming my door and starting the car.

SLAM

“Get the fuck out of the car!” He banged on the window with his metal arm, his glasses were back on as well as all of his clothes. He pulled the door open, grabbed the back of my hair and roughly pulled from the car. He slammed the door closed behind me, pushing me against it. His mouth was on mine before I had much time to process what was going on, his hands unzipping my jacket again, throwing it off my shoulders into the dirt before pushing my pants down just past my ass. “That was a sorry excuse for what I asked, you’re just lucky I’m thinking with my cock tonight.” I reached down, unbuckling his belt and pulling his pants open. I used both hands to push the tight pants down enough for me to wrap my hand around his cock, finally getting a chance to fondle his piercings as I rubbed him.

“Johnny I want your fat cock, please.” I pleaded, meeting at his hidden gaze.

“You want it?” I shook my head, tightening my grip on it.

“No, I need it.” He smiled against my lips.

“Who am I to deny a need.” he purred as he bit my lower lip. He pulled me over to the hood of the Porsche, pushing me over the curved headlight and grabbing my arms behind me. He was buried deep inside me before I could ask for it again. He plowed into me roughly, leaning over me so I could feel his breath on the back of my neck and the kevlar of his vest. I could feel the all too familiar pull in my lower stomach, it started as a tingle then grew until I was bucking against him begging for more. I knew he was getting closer as his pace stuttered, no longer rhythmic, closer to carnal. He licked a line from the middle of my back up my spine until he bit the base of my neck. “Imagine if someone drove by right now, saw you gettin’ fucked by nothin’.” He pulled me up by my hair, still plowing into me. His hands had an iron grip on my tits, my head lolled to the side as a string of slurred words attempting to be a sentence fell from my lips. “Come on baby, just let go” my mind went blank when his hand slipped down my belly and ever so lightly ghosted over my clit.

As the wave crashed over me, I fell from his grasp onto the car moaning and bucking. It took me a few seconds to come down before I realized he was leaning over the hood of the car, one hand bracing himself, the other forming a vice grip around the base of his cock. “Christ, does it always feel like that?” His words came out as laboured as mine would have, if I were able to form any. I simply nodded, my body bucking still against nothing.

“You...you felt that?” My voice came out horse, he looked at me through his mussed hair and nodded. “Thought there was a delay between us.”

“Your guess is as good as mine, Princess.” Once my legs no longer felt like warm wax I pushed myself up from the car and turned to him. His metal hand was still around his junk while the other grabbed my shoulder and pushed me to my knees. Without much thought I took all of it into my throat with little regard for my gag reflex, tasting myself all over him. I reached up to pull his hand away, before resting mine on his thigh. “Can’t wait to see you fuckin’ painted” I attempted to process his words but before I could really connect the dots, he pulled my head back, fingered my mouth open and grunted out a tight fuck.

I guess I had never thought about what being covered in a construct’s jizz would feel like, but this felt way more real then I would have expected. My tongue darted out to get a taste of some that was dripping down my chin before I looked up at him. He grabbed my cheeks, manipulating my cheeks so he could get a better look at me. “Fuck look at you ” He stared down at me, rubbing is flesh hand along his beard making sure to never forget my cum covered face. He stepped away from me, pulling his pants back to his hips, he reached in the Porsche and grabbed the forgotten fabric that once was an article of clothing. He walked back over to me, reaching his hand out to me. I took it and stood up, feeling my knees protest slightly. He gently rubbed the shirt over my face, thumbing one drop and holding it to my lips to take, I opened my lips so I could greedily lick it off getting a tired groan from him.

I pulled my pants back up into place, my legs still a touch weak. I grabbed my jacket from the ground, dusted it off before throwing it back on and zipping it half way. I sat in the driver’s seat about to close the door when he glitched in front, leaning forward. I closed the gap and kissed him, when we pulled away we both smiled “Remind me to thank Rogue next time I see her.” my voice sounded way louder then it should have. He faded away before reappearing in the passenger seat next to me.

“Let’s just get home, gotta’ make up for lost time.” His hand glitched onto my thigh as I started driving down the empty road.

#cyberpunk 2077 #johnny silverhand x v #johnny silverhand #cyberpunk 2077 fics #cyberpunk 2077 smut #ao3 author

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Don't blame me, blame this post from @thesmpisonfire.

This is just a study on the possible worst case scenarios, they will be posted as reblogs and let it be known that I kissed consistency in my writing style goodbye a long time ago.

Tallulah

You could hear a pin drop on the train station's floor. For once a gathering of most of the Islanders is marked by a deep uncomfortable silence, no one is talking, no one is joking around, they are all standing by themselves or on small groups, even Foolish is uncharacteristically quiet, all tense shoulders and clenched hands, none of his usual mirth present on his face.

They all knew what was happening the moment the French were called to the train station.

It's time for another sick game of the mysterious figure responsible for taking their children. Fit was the first to be called, no one knew what the fuck was happening, what they should be expecting, nervous energy made them talk their heads off that time, sharing theories, trying to not drown on how scared they were.

Fit came back with Pomme.

And also with tales of tests and danger and fighting to save her. She lost a life in the process, he confessed to her parents as they hugged the crying little girl, and the already tense atmosphere got even worse as they all realized that Pomme was the only child allowed that mercy.

They all know now that there is a chance their children will be lost. That their life is in the hands of someone else, that there is nothing they can do but wait and pray.

When they hear the train approaching the air gets heavier, suffocatingly so.

The train stops.

The doors open.

No one leaves.

No one breathes.

Finally after what feels like a century Etoiles leaves the train.

He is crying.

No one has ever seen him cry before, most didn't think he was capable of it.

That is how they know.

Baghera comes next and she looks shell-shocked, like someone who has just experienced hell beyond comprehension. Her hands are clenching something red.

All parents are holding their breath, desperation marking the atmosphere.

Pierre is the last one to leave, Antoine having stayed behind to look after Pomme, and he is carrying a small body in his arms, tenderly wrapped in what looks like a hastily crafted blanket. His expression is unreasonable but his arms are shaking.

No one dares to step forward. They can't, rooted to the spot, fear gripping their hearts, squeezing their lungs. They can't make out anything from the body, they don't know who is about to lose part of their hearts.

"I'm sorry."

Etoiles' voice is rough, his accent thicker than they ever heard.

He is looking straight at Philza.

No one dares to say anything, no one would ever be so heartless, but the relief of everyone else is palpable.

"No." Philza's voice shakes, he takes a step back, shaking his head "No. No. No."

"I'm sorry Philza." Etoiles says again, pleading

"We tried." Baghera's voice sounds distant, as if she is somewhere far away, her hands still gripping something "We tried so hard. We were so close."

"No. No."

"Who?" Missa speaks for the first time, his hands are shaking as he leans against a wall as if that is the only thing keeping him upright, his voice barely over a whisper

They realize, maybe for the first time in this mess, that Philza has two children to lose. That even if Etoiles is speaking to him they don't know which of the children is under that blanket.

"It's Chayenne right?"

Wilbur's voice cuts the silence and all heads turn to him. His voice is shaking as badly as Missa's and tinged deeply with desperation, his hands gripping his own sweater so hard the fabric is tearing.

"It's Chayenne?" He asks again when the silence stretches more, stepping forward

"Her lungs..." Baghera speaks as if she didn't hear any of them "The air was so bad, it was so hard to breathe, there was so much smoke. She couldn't... Her asthma."

Wilbur lets out an inhuman noise.

Forever has to be supported by Pac as he stumbles, losing all his strength.

"No." Philza says again, gripping his head "This isn't real. This isn't real. This isn't real."

"I'm so sorry." Etoiles repeats again, as if those are the only words he remembers "I'm so sorry."

"This isn't real." Philza almost screams, his grip on his own hair is so strong he is tearing it out "Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up...."

Philza starts to hit his own head, repeating the same words over and over again, tears streaming down his face. Etoiles steps forwards, unsteady on his feet in a way most of them have never seen, and with shaking hands he struggles with Philza until he manages to capture his hands pulling the blonde man to his arms, half a hug half a restraining action.

Philza let out a pained scream, something gutural, from the bottom of his soul, he struggles in Etoiles' grip but it seems like all his strength is gone and he collapses against the Frenchman sobbing as Etoiles adjusts so he is supporting all of his weight.

"I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry" Etoiles keeps chanting, slipping into french halfway through but the feeling is too easy to understand

"Tallulah" Wilbur lunges forward, unstable on his feet as if he forgot how to walk, tears streaming down his face "Lulah...Lulah...."

No one knows what to do. No one moves, no one dares to breathe too loudly. Philza is screaming in grief, the sound muffled by Etoiles' armor, Forever has collapsed to the ground, Pac following him in order to offer comfort, Missa is still leaning against the wall, tears fall down from behind his mask but there is a distinct lack of tension on his shoulders, Roier leans against him, a silent reassurance.

But no one knows Wilbur enough for that, to offer him this comfort, not anymore, not after months and months and the horrors scattered in between.

They can just watch as he stumbles forward until he reaches Pierre, he stops extending his hands as if he wants to touch but he just hovers over the blanket trembling so much.

"My niña... My niña..." He whispers voice shocked and raw, finally lowering his hands enough to touch

That is what breaks him.

Wilbur lunges again, arms around his daughter as if he is trying to hold her one last time, Pierre allows him to take Tallulah from him, hovering over Wilbur's shoulder as the man holds his daughter's body like one would hold a baby.

It's probably the worst thing they ever saw.

Wilbur collapses, cradling Tallulah to his chest, sobbing so hard it's almost impossible to make out his words. It takes them a moment to realize he is attempting to sing.

"I have to wake up, I have to wake up" Philza still can be heard as Etoiles holds him for dear life, voice shattered "This can't be real, this can't be real."

"I'm sorry Philza. I'm sorry." Etoiles replies back over and over, tears still cascading down his own face

They don't know how long they stay there, static and joined in their grief, in their fear. Their children could be the next. They could be the next.

So they stay. They watch as Philza breaks in Etoiles' arms, as the warrior begs forgiveness over and over again, as Wilbur cries and cries telling his daughter everything he thought he would have time to do.

That is probably the worst part of it all- Tallulah is gone before she could feel her father's arms around her, before she could hear him apologizing for leaving, before she could finally hear him say that he loved her. All the things the little girl longed so hard to have and all that is left to receive it is as a cold body wrapped in a blanket.

Too little, too late one could say.

#i was going to do a single post but damn it would have been LONG #so in the reblog it goes #i was supposed to finish this like ages ago #but life (and the fever) kicked my ass #qsmp #qsmp fic #qsmp tallulah #qsmp wilbur #qsmp philza #qsmp french

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staygoldwriting · 2 years

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🎄 Last Christmas

Steve Harrington x reader

Warnings: just fluff! A little pining but a happy ending

Word count: ~1.4k

A/N: Merry Christmas, you guys! I thought I’d mix it up and post a Steve fic for today. I’m sending you all lots and lots of love and merry wishes! Please show love and support as always, and I hope you enjoy this fic! ❤️✨

You plopped down on the couch, throwing your legs over Steve’s lap as you handed him the mail. You two were neighbors, but, being best friends, you might as well have moved in with each other. It was your turn to get the mail, so you sorted through everything, putting it into four categories: yours, Steve’s, junk, and bills. You both had identical envelopes from Nancy Wheeler, and you peered at them curiously.

“You open it,” he encouraged.

“It’s a Christmas party invitation,” you said quietly, looking at the cardstock decorated with gold lettering and designs. “She’s hosting it with Johnathan at their new house,” you said slowly, watching Steve’s face for a reaction. He dragged his hands across his face and sighed.

“Well, I guess it would be rude not to go,” he said flatly.

“We don’t have to, I can see how it could be hard,” you said quietly.

“I just don’t really understand why I could never get over the breakup, I mean, I don’t want to be with Nancy anymore, but everything about the breakup just felt so…”

“Unexpected?” you finished.

“Yeah, exactly. I mean, one year, she’s got my heart, my love, my everything, and then she just gives it all away.”

“You’re like Last Christmas,” you said, sort of regretting letting such a ridiculous thought slip out.

“I guess so,” he sighed, then looked at you with a smile. “Great song, though.”

“Couldn’t agree more,” you smiled. “It’s my favorite.”

“Mine too. So, should we go? Maybe I’ll find my ‘someone special’ to save me from my tears this year,” he said, moving your legs so he could go to the kitchen.

“Yeah, I wonder where she is,” you said quietly, feeling deflated as you wished you could be that girl.

“What did you say?” Steve called from the kitchen.

“Oh, nothing, forget about it,” you quickly replied. “We should probably get a gift, though.”

Steve stood in the doorway and frowned. “Yeah, I guess so. Root beer or Coke?” he asked, holding the options up.

“Coke, please,” you replied. “Do you want to go in on one big present together?”

“I guess,” he said, sitting down and putting your legs back on his lap. “Like what though? Pots?” he joked.

You chuckled. “It’s not a bad idea! How about a crock pot?”

“A crock pot?” Steve asked, looking skeptical.

“Why not? Would you rather get something more personal?”

“Definitely not!”

“So, it’s settled?”

“Settled. I’ll get one tomorrow.”

-🎄-

“Well, look at you, Miss Beautiful!” Steve beamed as you came out of your room. You had chosen to wear a red long-sleeved dress for the night, and your hair was in an updo. You smiled and blushed bashfully as you did a little twirl, suddenly feeling much more confident.

“You’re looking rather dashing yourself, Handsome,” you winked, holding his extended hand. “Shall we?”

“We shall,” Steve smiled, kissing your hand.

As you two sat down in the car, Steve tapped on the steering wheel, occasionally breathing a little heavier. He loosened his tie, rolled his window up and down, and constantly checked himself in the mirror. Finally, you rested a hand on his shoulder.

“Steve, are you sure you’re okay? I am more than happy to be your support throughout the night, even if it means not going.”

“No, no, I think it’s important that we go,” Steve said. “I just don’t understand why she invited me to this, doesn’t she know how I feel?”

“I actually don’t know,” you said, thinking to yourself. “I’ve talked to her about you before, and she talks about you like a friend more than an ex-boyfriend. Maybe she just likes your company.”

“Maybe. Why were you two talking about me?” he asked.

“Oh, no reason, just the usual chatting,” you said, trying to brush off your actual purpose. You wanted to make sure Nancy wasn’t hung up on Steve, even though it had been years.

“Hm. Well, I guess there’s no turning back now,” Steve said in defeat as he pulled into the driveway. He looked at the lawn and sucked his teeth.

“It’ll be okay,” you said, resting a hand on his. “I’ll stick by your side the whole time, promise.”

“You better, I’d be lost without you, Y/N.”

-🎄-

“You came!” Nancy exclaimed. “It’s so great to see you both. Y/N, I love your dress! Here, come get some food, you guys,” she said, motioning to the table.

Jonathan, Robin, Eddie, Argyle, and Will were sitting around the table already, enjoying some drinks. You and Steve said hi to everyone and sat down next to each other, and Johnathan reached over to fill your glasses.

“I’m so glad you all were able to make it,” he smiled. “It means a lot.”

“We wouldn’t miss it,” Steve smiled back, holding your hand gently. Robin shot a suspicious look at him, and he scowled.

“You guys sure have become close, haven’t you?” she said slyly.

“Well, we are neighbors,” you said. “It’s hard for me to avoid him, believe me, I’ve tried!” you joked.

You looked over to see Steve’s reaction, but he was looking at Nancy and Johnathan sitting close together. He sighed, and you rubbed his hand a little bit. You caught his attention, and as he looked over at you, he smiled softly and bumped your shoulder with his.

“Oh! We got you a gift, but I left it in the car! Excuse me for a moment,” you said, standing up and grabbing your purse. As you rushed out, Eddie was whispering to Robin, who was smirking widely.

“So, Miss Buckley and I have been talking,” Eddie said smoothly, “and it seems that you and Miss L/N have become close.”

“Quite close,” Robin added.

“Oh please, you guys, stop,” Steve said, trying to hide his blush.

“Man, don’t deny the love you have right in front of you,” Argyle added, “embrace it, man! Embrace it.”

“Embrace what?” you asked as you walked in with the big box.

“Here, let me help you,” Steve said, grabbing the box from your arms. “And nothing, they were just being funny.”

“Oh, okay,” you smiled. “Nancy, Jonathan, we bought this for you as a housewarming present! Where should we put it?”

“Oh, that’s so kind of you, thank you!” Nancy said. “You can just put it on the coffee table.”

“Got it,” Steve smiled as he walked away.

“A joint present, huh?” Robin said, tapping her chin.

“I smell a courtship, perhaps even a relationship?” Eddie replied.

“Oh, come on, you two, Steve doesn’t see me that way,” you said solemnly.

“Y/N,” Will said softly. “I’ve never seen someone look at another person the way Steve looks at you. It’s filled with admiration and warmth.”

“You’re sweet, Will, but I think my case is hopeless,” you said softly.

“We’ll see about that,” Eddie grinned.

-🎄-

“Well, this has been an amazing night, thank you all so much for coming,” Jonathan said.

“Of course, and congratulations again!” Robin smiled as she gave him and Nancy a hug.

“You ready to head out?” Steve asked you quietly, and you nodded.

As you two gave your goodbyes and walked to the door, Eddie rushed forward.

“Wait! Look!” he gasped, pointing up. You and Steve looked up to see a mistletoe above you both. You and Steve both blushed.

“It’s tradition!” Robin sang.

“Steve, you don’t have-”

Before you could finish your sentence, Steve kissed your lips sweetly. You kissed him back, leaning forward as his hand cupped your cheek. You felt giddy, and you both waited for what seemed like forever to end the kiss. As you did, your eyes fluttered open and you smiled at Steve, then remembered everyone was in front of you two and saw everything, and you blushed, hiding your face. Steve chuckled as he pulled you into his chest.

“That was a long time coming,” Argyle said plainly, making you both laugh.

“I knew it,” Will whispered, smiling softly.

“I didn’t know you felt the same way,” you breathed, looking back at Steve, smiling brightly.

“Of course I do,” he smiled softly, “I told you I’d find my ‘someone special’,” he smirked as he kissed you again.

-🎄-

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satoruzlove · 2 years

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- i love you’s

synopsis: in which you tell your heart’s desire that you love him, when he’s been biting back on his feelings for you

suna rin, miya atsumu, hinata shoyo

! the ‘l’ word, established friendships, post timeskip boys[tsumu is in his first year of college] , swearing , lots of pining between friends , fluffyfluff, nn means nickname!

r suna !

you had no clue as to what time it was. having not checked your phone in hours , and with rin’s curtains being closed - you didn’t even have the slightest indication. the pair of you had been playing genshin impact for at least 6 hours straight now, when rin finally let out a sigh at a certain quest. that’s how you knew he was done. he slipped off his head set, eyes heavier than usual as he looked at you. “‘m done, fucking exhausted,” he muttered, leaning back into his chair. your green eyed friend was just admiring you, the way a tired breath slipped past your lips along with a laugh at his words, the tussle of your hair, the reflection of the pause screen in your eyes. he thought you were very, very pretty.

truthfully, it was mutual. rin was very pretty to you too. a lot more than pretty, he was smart , understanding, strong in multiple ways but most of all he was your best friend . he always stayed true to that. rintarou was always your rock , your wake up call, your comfort. he was ‘multipurpose’ as you called him once. over the years that he supported you, the years you came to know him beyond his aloof public presence you found that rintarou was not who he seemed to be. rin was annoying when you got to know him, he would become so overwhelmed with his emotions that he’d sometimes stutter- create broken sentences because he can’t handle it.

you were one of the few who knew this little things about rin and if he appreciated one thing about you, it was that. you picked up on small things about him, things he’s shown you little by little because he knows you won’t treat him differently. and you never have. this is what made rintarou love you, what made him fall inlove with you. and the way he’s shown it to you made you fall just as hard.

neither of you have said anything about it for the past three years. you started college together, and you felt the spark immediately. everyone else saw it too. you both stay hellbent on not saying anything- until tonight. rintarou realises how long he’s been looking at you, and he feels embarrassed momentarily . he throws a stray paper from his desk at you, to diffuse the tension. you scoff stay him, throwing it back, “ we were having a moment , asshole,” you say, feigning hurt. your best friend chuckles at you, taking the paper and shoving it into your shirt - earning a yelp. “ yeah, a fuckin’ moment of creepiness; staring into my soul like you wanna eat it,” he says this right before you kick the front of his seat- barely missing his crotch and launching him backwards. he steadies himself before getting up with a big, dumb grin on his face .

rintarou is strong. he picks you up, and throws you onto his bed with ease. your worthless attempts at standing , escaping his wrath were futile because as soon as you were on the memory foam- he was poking your sides and tickling them. your giggles and snorts fuelled him, your hands doing a hopeless job at shielding you until he stopped and smeared his hand across your face. you move it aside, attempting to rub the feeling away.

you can’t help the way your cheeks are pink and your heart rate is up from the close contact. the way he picked you up so easily. it was the small things he did that drove you up the wall. rintarou plopped next to you, and stared at the ceiling muttering a , ‘ and you say i’m annoying ’ that earns him a shove . he only laughs dryly. you turn to him as your heart rate picks up again, because the thought of telling him crosses your mind.

this is how it happens in movies, so it’ll be fine, right? it has to. the main characters are alone after a long night and confess to eachother. yeah. yeah. you’re so caught up that you don’t notice him turning towards you too with a questioning look on his face. “ hurry up and talk before i fall asleep - i can feel a grey hair sprouting,” he almost whines. you click your tongue, “ ‘s not that easy, man. give me a second.” you reply. this is when rin becomes curious. his hair is fanned out around him due to the squishing of his sheets and you’re surrounded by him. his scent , his belongings , his body heat is seeping into the covers and slowly rising onto your own. your head is running wild. what if-

“hey. cut that shit out.”

your eyes urgently flit to his and he’s looking at you sternly , he continues, his tone still soft and caring. “ you always do that, you wanna say something but then you stop ‘cause you think i’m gonna judge you or something. just say whatever it is, i’m sure it’s not bad,” rintarou says, his attention now fully on you. you swallow thickly , processing his words. he’s right. it’s not that bad. so you talk, and when you do your voice is shy and fragile - afraid of rejection.

“ i love you , rin.”

he pauses. it’s like the sincerity of your words is hot, boiling water to his skin. it starts in his stomach, bubbling and skiddish. it’s the butterflies you get when you present to the class or when someone calls you cute. then it’s in his chest, going upwards, trickling into his throat and on his lips finally , coating them in a sweet, sticky substance. his affection towards you. it feels so right , to hear you say it to him. so when he replies to you, he makes sure you truly understand how much he appreciates your words. your affection. he lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, a relief to him. that you’re finally his.

“ i love you too, yn.” he mumbles, bringing your hand to his pulse point. your gaze is questioning, but your eyes widen at the rapid pace his heart beats at. “i’m not the best at words or anything,you probably know that by now,but i hope you can feel that i do mean it. i love you, like a lot .i always will.”

a miya !

for once, it was quiet as atsumu stood behind his home’s kitchen counter. his brother and parents had gone out and he mindlessly invited you over - not expecting the current situation.it started as a little hang out- a small session to catch up. to catch up with your closest friend, the man you loved the most, your ride or die.you didn’t expect much from that day- just some giggles and heart- stopping moments.to your surprise and at first , dismay, a lot happened, a lot was said, things that weren’t meant but most of all feelings were hurt. atsumu joked about osamu ‘ finally not being around’ and you laughed at first. it was funny. the blond felt validated by your giggles, and he carried on, not really thinking much as he spoke. he just wanted you to laugh again, to like him.

“really though, i like it better when he isn’t around us,” he hummed from his seat next to you. your brow lifted, turning to him you said , “ samu is nice, tsum. don’t be like that,” in a small pout. he looked at you with this look, a look that said ‘ be serious.’, you scoffed. “ atsumu, i literally met him first- i genuinely like his company. you should too, he’s your twin!” and to that he didn’t respond.

his mind started up. you never really said that about him, did you? he was constantly clawing for the validation he needed to know whether you liked him, or his brother. it was common, atsumu was used to people using him for his brother. the worst part is that they’d always butter him up, praising his volley ball skills or court presence. and atsumu always fell for it. before he thought it through, before he could think, he spoke. “ what, d’ya like him more than me or something?” in a small voice, but loud enough to mask the genuine insecurity he tried to put out. you looked at him with the same look he had given you earlier, and he felt his stomach drop every so slightly.

“‘m serious , yn! do you? ohmygod, you do-!”,” tsumu, i like you both equally,chill.” your statement did a good job at keeping him quiet. he sat , deflated slightly. his glossy , honey eyes peered at you through his lashes for a moment. atsumu wanted to cry, and he wish he could say he didn’t know why, but he did. he wanted to be your favorite , the same way you were his. he didn’t want you to say that you liked osamu even close to as much as him. atsumu deserved it! he was your shoulder to cry on , your comfort, your best friend. in this moment he wanted to hit osamu in the head with a melon. atsumu spoke to you, voice wavering ,” but,” he inhaled slightly,” why ?why not me?” his voice was barely a whisper. your heart broke for him- you realised that even you knew that your earlier statement was wrong. you didn’t like them equally- that wasn’t even a fair comparison. you and osamu, regardless of meeting first, werent as close. you didn’t speak as often. hell, did osamu invite you over? no!

you struggle for words, not wanting to give yourself away.he could not know, it would ruin everything. literally everything. your friendship with him, osamu, kita, aran, your reputation would probably be screwed up too if your friends all dropped you. you choked out an ‘ i’m sorry,’ as he got up , mumbling something about water. he got up to pour some, resting his arms on the counter and you simply watched. “‘s not fair, you know. he doesn’t deserve any of that precious attention you give him,” he mumbles. “ y’know who does though? me. i deserve it, and i think i earned it,” he continues. you almost smile at his childish tone and the way he sways his glass as he talks. your eyes glint affectionately, it’s small things like this. things that make you love him.

“love you, tsumu,” you say, without much thought. your heart was pounding, and when his head snapped quickly enough to dishevel his pretty blond hair- you laughed. he was silent- the silence was thick and globby- full of tension. you didn’t know what to expect. a boyish grin came over his features , “ so ya love samu too then right?” he asked you cheekily. you laugh again, and his heart swells. he places his cup on the counter, pacing towards you, and crouching infront of you.

“ i love ya too, fuckin’ menace. and i better not hear ya saying you love samu- or i might actually throw him into the trash.”

s hinata

tick. tick. tick.

you had counted almost 60 minutes at this point , sat on hinata’s college dorm bed. he was supposed to be back in a few minutes, not a whole hour. enveloped in his scent , the smell of his deodorant that stained his sheets- his volleyball trophies and scattered sports science textbooks. it felt like home where shoyo went. the ginger described your relation to him as , ‘ besties !’ and it made you want to eat glass. the only hope you had- to fuel your daydreams of being with him forever- was that his actions didn’t match his words.

you caught him staring at you when his friends were talking to him, and he’d usually smile at you and look away awkwardly. whenever you didn’t have a class- he conveniently ‘forgot my books for this lecture , so what’s the use of even going right?’ and chose to float around the library with you as you studied. he watched you intently, chocolate eyes flitting to match your hands’ swift writing. he swore that you were an angel, the way the sunlight hit you as you read. you pretended to not feel his gaze on you- you didn’t want to give yourself hope.

it was small things - always little things. the way he looked at you, the funny look on his face when you mentioned a male friend, the gloss of his eyes when you spoke about something you liked, the mutter of ‘ missed you, nn’ as he hugged your tightly after a weekend. small things that gave you hopeless butterflies and made you stutter.

what you didn’t know is that shoyo as feeling the same. he always hated that he was shy. he didn’t know how to express when you gave him butterflies , or when he so desperately wanted to tell you all about his feelings for you. which is kinda how you ended up waiting for him. he had ran out to grab a couple snacks for you two, but came to a halt when he saw a mural. he had passed it before, many times. before practices, on his way to campus, but today it meant something.

“ take that chance.”

that’s what it read. he hastily walked past it but it stuck in his head. take that chance, shoyo.

he wanted to. he wanted to pour his heart out to you and hold you, he wanted to kiss your nose and your temples whenever he saw you. he wanted you. but what if you didn’t? what if the small smiles and fleeting glances were in his head? what if he ruined everything? shoyo didn’t notice the way his legs came to a stop as he passed the mural when coming back. he came to a halt infront of the mural this time rather than passing it- and he was fully aware that he looked insane. talking to a wall. “ should i? like actually?” he mumbled to the art. the red head was truly awaiting an answer- something- anything.

as if magic were real, as if the gods heard the shy whispers of his heart, shoyo was ripped from his trance when a butterfly fluttered past his nose. it was blue, black spots adorning the silky wings. he blinked slowly, exhaling.

take that fucking chance.

he practically sprinted back to his dorm, heaving as he entered. he was anxious, the back of goodies falling limply on the bed as you gave him a bewildered look. “ where were you-“ ,” nn,” he interrupted you, looking right into your eyes. calloused fingers gripped your own as he belly flopped onto the bed to mirror your own position.you laughed at him- his urgent expression and the fact that he didn’t even bother to remove the sandals from his socked feet.

“ yes, shoyo,” you hummed. he felt like he was gonna throw up- in a good way! the way his name slipped from your lips so slowly and fondly, it was just too much. shoyo smiles at you- wide and eye- crinkling as a blush creeps onto his face. “ i love you, nn “ he smiles. your jaw nearly falls through the mattress, and he giggles. shoyo can tell from the warmth of your cheeks and the slight smile on your ( freakishly widely opened) mouth that this wasn’t a bad reaction.

he smooches your cheek- loud ‘ mwah! ‘ emitting and you now sport your own shy smile. you hold his cheeks , your forehead against his.

“ i love you, shoyo.”

a/n

holy FUCK this took me so fucking long ,, 😭😭😭 i’m sorry it’s so few characters, i did NOT have it in me. gn. also atsumu’s kinda goofy idc and in shoyo’s i was gonna talk about blushing a lot until i realised you can’t always see it on someone’s face.😐 not fun ALSO DID I MENTION THAT I RLY LIKE SHOYO WHENDJW he’s rly cute n i wanted to write 4 him he’s babygirl . didn’t write for my husband omi cus this isn’t top form and he deserves the best N E WAYS i’m gonna go eat carrot sticks rn. but enjoy this shit post ily bye

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sleepy-moons · 1 year

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idk I just thought about this one night and I haven't stopped thinking about it since. I dont usually write fluff so this is probably very bad !

synopsis: just some fluff :). bkg kinda proposes. reader is a pro hero & gender neutral (no pronouns used). barely proof read- pls enjoy <3

there was a special place in your heart for days like this. days in which neither you or katsuki had to work, where you had what felt like all the time in the world to do whatever you absolutely wanted. many couples, pro hero or otherwise, plan dates or run a few errands. you both did the next best thing;

nothing.

it was a hard habit for your boyfriend to form, never really one to do nothing. he slowly learned that days off are days off, and that he deserved to relax.

it was almost 11 o'clock now, since dinner had been put away about an hour ago and the both of you found your way back to the same couch you'd been lounging on all day. you had your feet nestled in bakugo's lap, and he absentmindedly massaged them as he watched whatever movie was on at this hour.

not too interested in what the tv had to offer this late, you’ve resigned to scrolling through your phone, quietly giggling every so often at a silly post. about 15 uneventful minutes had passed since either of you spoke, until-

"you know," your boyfriend started, hands still working at any tension in the muscle. he paused for a moment, and it made you look up from your phone. you could tell he was thinking of the right words to say, gears turning in his head as his thumb applied a gentle pressure to the arch of your foot.

"yes?" still, you half expected him to say something silly, something deserving of a particular black couch pillow thrown directly at his head. he tends to get a bit slaphappy as he winds down for the night, so it wasn’t too crazy of an expectation.

"you know...I've. I've never felt like this before, with anyone else. I've never..." he cleared his throat, hands moving up your calf. he still hasn't looked at you.

"I've never loved anyone the way I love you."

you had opened your mouth to speak, though you're not exactly sure what to say yet. nerves began to creep up your spine, started to prick underneath your skin as you waited for something to happen to next. you’re not really sure what to expect, but you’re positive the sound of your heart beating against your ribs can be heard from miles away.

"I never want to love anyone the way I love you. I don't think I can."

a brief silence filled the room, though you're sure he could hear the fluttering of butterfly wings in your stomach.

"is this your way of proposing?" your question came off as more jokey than serious, though your intent was anything but.

Katsuki finally looked at you. the look in his eyes, deep red and simmering in what seemed like a million different emotions. you’ve seen it before, like when he first said i love you, or when you first got seriously injured on the job. this time, though, it felt different. heavier. and with each emotion that swam along his irises, it was clear that pure love was following right after.

"Yes." his answer was quick, as if you’d simply asked him if the sky were blue. “well, no. I’ll do it properly, swear. But I have every intention of keeping you in my life, for as long as I live.” he had always been a man of his word, but you're not sure you'd ever heard him sound so sincere.

today wasn't anything particularly special. it started just like the rest of your shared days off, and somehow ended being a day you’d never forget.

#hello !#this has been in my drafts for a while. i hope you all enjoy #katsuki bakugo x black!reader #bnha x black!reader #bnha fluff #bnha headcanons #bakugo fluff #bnha x reader #bakugo x reader

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orcaofmyheart99 · 9 days

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Gay Awakening

Notes: I think I already posted this story but just posting it again just in case.

Davey had always been focused on school and his family. He had always felt a sense of responsibility and duty. The free time he had was spent on studying history. Davey had never thought much about dating. He had gone out on a few dates with a few different girls from school but nothing ever went anywhere. It just didn’t really feel right to Davey although he couldn’t explain exactly why that was.

Davey’s father got into an accident while at work. This forced him and Les to go out and become Newsies until his father would be able to go back to work.

Davey was a bit nervous on his first day. He got even more nervous when he met him. He was just a little shorter than Davey was with twinkling eyes and a dazzling smile. His younger brother seemed to know this boy “That’s Jack Kelly” Les explained.

“This is my brother David” Les introduced him to the boy

“Nice to meet you Davey” Jack greeted with a genuine smile.

Davey felt butterflies in his stomach. Something which he had never experienced before.

Jack offered to sell with him and Les that day. Davey went home that night with a distant smile on his face and a lightness to his steps. He felt happy in a way he had never felt before.

The next day Davey made sure to sell again with Jack. There was something intoxicating about him.

A young woman came walking along. Jack put on his charm to sell to her. Davey felt a small twitch of what was most likely jealousy towards the young woman. To his surprise she wittingly turned Jack down which made him seem even more interested in her. That night Jack felt a little heavier. He told himself that it shouldn’t matter. Jack was straight and so was Davey. He probably only felt butterflies because it was just a whole new experience. Everyone seemed pretty in awe of Jack.

A few weeks passed and Davey got to know Jack more. And the more he got to know him, the more Davey liked Jack. Maybe Jack had caused Davey to have some sort of gay awakening?

Jack asked Davey one afternoon for some advice “I am going on a date tonight. Got any ideas on where I should take her?”

Davey was caught off guard.

“That girl you were trying to sell to the other day?”

“Yeah. We are going out tonight. You seem like the romantic type. So any ideas?”

Davey felt a pain in his stomach. His mouth suddenly felt dry.

“Uhh umm not really. Sorry.” Davey stuttered and walked away. He grabbed Les’s hand muttering that they had to get going, citing that they would be late for dinner.

Jack was left feeling confused. He ended up taking the girl out to the theater at which they had a good time and enjoyed each other's company.

Jack tried to rectify the situation with Davey. Davey had been avoiding him since he asked for advice. Choosing to sell by himself instead of Jack which was strange.

“Davey you seem to be avoiding me” Jack commented as the Newsies lined up.

“I’ve been busy” Davey said, not meeting his eyes.

“I’m not sure if I overstepped something the other day by asking for advice for a date. But I am sorry if that made you feel weird at all” Jack tried to apologize.

“Why the hell would that make me feel weird?” Davey snapped looking directly into Jack’s shimmering blue eyes.

Jack looked taken aback by this tone of voice from Davey who was usually very soft spoken.

“Why would I care who you date or where you go on dates Jack? It’s not like I’m into you or anything! Just leave me out of it ok?!” Davey stormed off in a huff stuffing his papes into his bag.

Jack was left speechless. Why was Davey acting like this? And what did he mean that he wasn’t into him? Jack thought that was a very strange thing to say.

That night Jack couldn’t sleep. Davey’s words kept spinning over and over in his head. He finally propped himself up and looked around to see if Crutchie was awake.

“Hey Crutchie you there? Jack mumbled.

“Yeah I’m ere Jack. Can’t sleep?” Crutchie muttered back.

“I just keep thinking about what Dave said. I thought it was fine when I asked for his advice about my date with Katherine. I thought he would be happy to help out his friend. Guess I was wrong. I am just mostly surprised about how he spoke to me today. I really didn’t mean to offend him or anything.” Jack said, sounding a bit sad.

Crutchie let out a small laugh

“What’s so funny?” Jack demanded.

“It’s just that Jack. As much as you are charming you can often be a bit oblivious. Davey obviously likes you. Hell, I would say he is in love with you. Have you noticed the way he looks at you? How he hangs on your every word? How he has to sell with you everyday? How he has to stand close to you?”

Jack was quiet.

“No, I guess I didn’t. If he really is into me I would understand how me asking about where to go on a date would make him upset. What can I do to make it up to him?” Jack asked.

“Honestly, I would give him some space right now. He probably has a lot to process and figure out.” Crutchie advised.

Jack gave a sigh of defeat.

“Alright. I will” Jack gave in.

For the next few days Jack let Davey have his space. He didn’t want to lose Davey as a friend so he let him be. Giving a polite nod and smile when they interacted. About a week later Jack was selling his last paper Davey approached him in a cautious and nervous manner.

“Gotta a sec Jack?” Davey asked.

Jack looked surprised that Davey was talking to him.

“Sure. What’s up?”

“I, uhh, I wanted to umm apologize for how I spoke to you the other day. I was upset and took it out on you wrongly. You are my friend and I am truly sorry about how I treated you. Friends help each other out and I should have helped you on your date place.”

“Davey, don’t worry about it. I understand I’ve been in your position before.”

Davey’s eyebrows knit together.

“What do you mean by my position?”

shit , shit shit. Jack thought. Why did I say that?

“Ummm I just mean like. Helping friends out with dating stuff when you know umm you, you know.

Davey’s brow furrowed further.

“What?”

Jack fiddled with his hat in his hands. He took a deep breath, trying to imagine Crutchie’s advice. Crutchie would probably tell him to be truthful.

Jack quickly said

“When you like a friend in more than a friend way, then the friend you like is going on a date and you want to be going on a date with that person.”

Davey stood there, mouth slightly open.

“Unless I’m wrong?” Jack asked nervously.

“No, you aren’t wrong. I do like you. Like more than a friend” Davey said looking down at his feet.

“I thought I was straight until I met you.” Davey said now looking into Jack’s eyes and moving closer.

“Hell, Jack, every time I am near you I lose my breath. I forget how to walk. My mind goes blank. Jack, no one has ever made me feel the way you do.”

For a change Jack felt nervous. Davey stepped even closer to him.

“I know this is a long shot and I know that you are dating that girl, but I really like you. If you ever want to go out with me I am here. Just know that.”

Jack felt his face flush

“Actually Dave. I am not seeing that girl anymore. After Crutchie provided some insight I realized that she wasn’t the one I wanted to go out with.”

“Really?” Davey whispered. Hope beginning to fill his heart.

“Really” Jack responded.

Before he knew what he was doing, Davey was kissing Jack. Jack pulled Davey in closer, wrapping his arms around him.

“So, you wanna go out on a date with me?” Davey asked, smiling.

“For sure” Jack responded, grabbing his hand.

The news traveled quickly to the other newsies. Everyone was very happy for them.

#mac speaks #newsies #david jacobs x jack kelly #jack kelly #davey jacobs #les jacobs #crutchie morris

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accihoe · 9 months

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I'm on a two week spring break (as the seasons in my country work differently to EU and USA), and I'm also working on a business report that has to be submitted by October 13th. What better time to write than now?

I am once again truthfully sorry for my continuous disappearances.

Here's a Bucky fic because I found my tiny magnetic frame with a photo of him in it <3 (pic of photograph at the bottom).

P.S. this will be my first publicly posted Bucky fic woo-hoo!

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!reader

Summary: it's the 1940s, and Bucky comes home from a hard day at work, but his wife is there to make every moment of his hard work worth it.

Genre: fluff

Warnings: mentions of war. Probably not all canon regarding time, etc. Slightly oc Buck.

A/n: Please do not plagiarize my work, and please give me credit if you post my work elsewhere. I might make this a series, dunno. Love y'all. Pls comment or inbox me if you'd like to be on a taglist.

××××××

The walk home seemed longer than usual as Bucky trodged down the familiar path, every item of clothing feeling heavier with each step. He juggled his keys, slightly frustrated when they didn't go into the lock in the first few attempts. Finally, he managed, stumbling forwards from having his weight on the door. Bucky kicked off his boots in an instant, hung up his coat and hat, and looked around for his sweet love, his sugarbunch.

A smile bloomed across his handsome face as he saw her sauntering towards him, pretty dress flowing in the cool spring breeze. "Well, hello there, handsome chap. To what do I owe you the honours?" She smiled playfully, arms stretching open. Bucky gracefully accepted her invitation, wrapping himself around her and laying his cheek on her shoulder. "There, there, my love. Come on in. Go have a warm bath whilst I finish setting up the dinner table." His wife soothed, kissing above his cheekbone.

Once he'd freshened up, Bucky came downstairs to their four-person dining table, grinning at the meal his wife had prepared. She slid down in the seat across from him and reached out her hand, taking his. "Would you be as kind as to say grace for us?" She smiled, stroking her thumb over his bruised knuckles. They bowed their heads and closed their eyes as Bucky prayed for the food, "Lord God, Heavenly Father, bless our food and our drink, since you redeemed us so dearly and delivered us from evil, as you gave us a share in food and so may you give us eternal life. Amen.". They said amen in unison, and James kissed her hand as he let go of it.

"Jamie, my dear, I do not mean to alarm you, but I read about the war in the papers earlier today. It only seems to be intensifying. And I'm afraid young American men are no longer permitted a say as to whether or not they're getting drafted." His wife announced as she was washing the dishes, and he was drying and packing them away. The mug that he was busy drying slipped from his hands, but thankfully, his wife caught it just before it tumbled down the floor. "James," she breathed, taking his hands and gently tugging him away from the sink.

"Be..g my pardon, m-my love. The reality of the situations and times that we are living in has only dawned upon me now." James breathed, exhaling once again in disbelief. "Why don't you go and get ready for bed whilst I finish up here, hm?" She hummed, trailing her hand up to his neck and laying it there against his warm skin. "Alright, my darling, I bid on seeing you soon." He smiled, squeezing her hand that he held. "In the blink of an eye, sugar. Now go." She grinned, patting his cheek.

She joined him shortly after bathing and getting ready for bed, her chest tightening as she saw his frame in the bed, curled up in fear and staring off at the wood of his closet doors. Despite being fully aware of her presence, Bucky jumped when he felt her hand snake over his side and onto his stomach and chest. "Pardon me, my love." She giggled, spooning up against his back. James held his hand over hers as he continued to stare at the door. She felt sudden guilt. Should I not have told him that? She wondered.

"I'm sorry if I alarmed you, my darling." She said, pressing a loving kiss to the back of his neck. "You did not alarm me, dollface. 'M just tired from work 's all." He said, turning to face her. "Jamie, what'd your mama teach you about lying?" She warned. "Alright, alright." He smiled, eyes trailing across her bonny face, ruminating his luck. "Whatsoever may happen with this war, James, know that I love you." Y/N smiled, holding his hand to her chest and kissing his palm. "And I you." He smiled.

She skipped her reading that night, and so did he, just basking in each other's presence. The pair had fallen in love just after high school. James had seen her at church after praying for a pretty woman to cross his path, and she had prayed for a stable rock in her life to start a family with later on. It was instant love. After a period of wooing the pretty girl, they started dating, which then flourished into marriage. Bucky, age 24, Y/N, age 22, decided that they were content with the life they had built. Small but decent apartment, church community, flourishing matrimony, James had a stable job, and Y/N was applying for several.

Not to mention, their parents were incredulously proud. They were the spoken couple of Brooklyn, and Y/N treated Steve with the respect he deserved from day one, which was probably one of the central reasons for Becky's undying love for her. The life they had built together was sublime. Until the war hit.

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Fin. Hope you liked it. Lots of love x

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Yeah I couldn't help myself, I had to write more for Majima lasdjaslkdjs. This one like I said earlier, has an entirely different feel compared to the last one, lots of angst, fluff, hurt & comfort. I hope you'll enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. Please enjoy!!

Yakuza 0

Goro Majima x Reader

Summary: After spending who knows how many hours alone in your less than glamorous apartment, he finally comes home to you in the way you were least expecting.

Notes: Angst, fluff, mentions of violence, aftermath of violence, blood, swearing, serious injuries, comfort, no spoilers

Also posted on AO3!

There was an eerie silence all over the apartment, the sounds of the radio fading away as the device slowly ran out of batteries. It was inevitable, the damn thing had been playing broken tunes for some time now. Slowly, you turned to look at the time. It was late, so late you could see the moonlight seeping through the curtains, providing some illumination. Perhaps you should have turned on a lamp or two.

The bowl of ramen on the small coffee table in front of you had gone cold hours ago, you didn’t think you even touched it once. You had no appetite, not when worry troubled you so. It jabbed at your insides uncomfortably and killed all chances to think of anything else, much to your dismay.

You hugged your arms in an attempt to calm yourself. Every small sound around you fell on deaf ears, yet the occasional and distant police siren that passed caught your attention almost too well and did little to ease your anxiety. Your mind traveled to the worst places when you heard the piercing noise, and you chided yourself for that. However you couldn’t help it, you had been waiting for too long.

Usually, you would be in bed at this hour, enjoying a much-needed sleep after a long day. The thought of the comfort awaiting you just a few steps away was appealing, painfully so, as it felt like it was barely out of your reach, the only thing in your way was your own stubbornness. You wouldn’t sleep, not yet, despite your eyelids growing heavier by the minute.

Tonight was different, it seemed. And to some extent, it frightened you. Some part of you always expected something like this, nights on which he would come to you later than usual. But you had no clue just how much it would affect you. Your uneasiness kept you awake and for a moment you wished you didn’t know just how much danger he was putting himself in day by day. You were sure he wasn’t telling you everything and perhaps you were somewhat grateful for that.

Still, you worried for him. Especially when surrounded by the utterly grueling silence you only wished to be filled with his charming laughter. Despite that, you knew there was little to worry about. He always came back fine, maybe with a couple of bruises from street fights he seemed to quite frequently get into here and there, but he was always in one piece, wearing that silly, slightly sheepish smile on his face.

More than anything, you just missed him. That’s why you waited. You wanted to go to bed with him, as you could not stand the feeling of empty space next to you during the night, it was too similar to the one you were experiencing now.

Your gaze shifted once more, this time towards the opened window to your side. You had wrapped your arms around your knees and leaned your head on them. As you watched the night your thoughts flew. The thought of laying down was inviting, and that was what you subconsciously tried to simulate with your position. It was comfortable but not comfortable enough to bring you to sleep. Although feeling the entire day’s worth of exhaustion weighing on your entire body, sleep was difficult to resist.

Maybe if you just rested your eyes for a bit, it would help ease the overwhelming tiredness. Your poor eyes were already struggling to stay open, you’d just have to allow them to close themselves for just a few moments and that would most likely give you some energy back whilst you waited. A yawn emerged and with it, your eyelids began to fall slowly. And you let them, just for a bit. Just for a tiny, little-

The front door rattled and your eyes shot open. Immediately you straightened yourself, got up, and headed for the source of the sound, all of your previous fatigue suddenly fading away. It felt as if a massive weight had been lifted off your shoulders. He was finally here, and you couldn’t help but smile as you stopped in front of the entrance.

The door opened slowly, unusually so, but you failed to notice it, as you were far too ecstatic to throw yourself in the arms of the man you had been waiting to arrive for hours.

However, your smile fell and your previously joyful expression got replaced with one filled with woe as soon as you laid eyes on him.

Majima looked back at your frozen form, regret filling his entire being as those worry-filled eyes of yours pierced right through him. His hand was on his stomach, clutching it in pain and your gaze immediately noted how his white shirt had become stained with blood. You did not even dare to guess whose it was.

“Shit..” He croaked out, voice broken, and rueful. “Thought you’d be sleepin’..” He attempted a chuckle, but it scattered into a cough. Between his lips, he held a cigarette, and with its small flame, you could see the bruises tainting his face and the trail of blood under his nose. He was barely standing, holding onto the door for support, his one remaining eye just slightly open. He had abandoned his coat and let it fall to the ground.

“Goro…” Your lower lip quivered at the sight of him, it broke your heart. You didn’t know what to say, the shock of what you were seeing was far too much for you. He looked so exhausted and weak, it was overwhelming. This wasn’t real, he was supposed to be fine, and he promised as much. The reality, however, was staring right at you, taking the form of the damaged man.

Majima noticed the way your gaze became glossy and how your form began to tremble. Guilt latched itself to him. He shouldn’t have come at all, seeing you like this pained him far more than the injuries ever could.

“Hey, hey. Don’t-” He tried to approach you, but found himself hissing in pain as soon as he tried to take a step further inside. It burned all over. He couldn’t recall the last time he had been in this much pain, but what troubled him the most was that he knew he would fail to convince you that he was fine. Deep down even he knew he wasn’t.

Majima’s stumbling seemed to wake you up, as you were quick to grab onto him, helping him stay up. You looked at him worriedly, brows frowning at his brutal wounds, but soon came to the realization that this was no time for you to be crying. Hell, if someone was to cry it should’ve been him. He was barely conscious. You forced yourself to extinguish the tears that threatened to fall out, and promptly began leading him to the bathroom.

You heard him groan next to you, but that was as far as his protests went. He seemed to have swallowed his pride, for the time being at least.

“What happened?” Your voice was quiet, just barely able to lift your question into the silent air. Truthfully, you did not know if you even wanted to know what had caused him to come home to you practically looking like a corpse, but the question came out regardless. He sighed, more so out of frustration as he recalled the events.

“This ‘n that. Buncha fuckers jumped me, got kicked a few times, one of ‘em had a gun-” You snapped your head towards him at that. “I got no extra holes in me, I promise.” He raised one of his hands defensively. You sighed in relief. A bullet wound would have been significantly more difficult to deal with.

Once you made it to the humble bathroom of your apartment you helped him sit down. Under the light, you could see the extent of his injuries better. The poor man was clearly fatigued, you could see it in the way his body was barely able to stay up. You would have to make this as quick as possible.

You pulled out a single stool from a corner and dragged it in front of him before walking to the door of the bathroom and briefly glancing at him.

“Just a second.” He somehow managed to grin slightly.

“I’ll be here, doll.”

Scoffing a little at his comment, you headed for the kitchen. Somehow, your past self knew you would need ice packs and other supplies one day, maybe for a sprained ankle or wrist, or in this case, the nasty bruises and cuts that laid upon Majima’s body. Your face dawned a grimace just thinking about it. You couldn’t even begin to imagine what had caused them.

Sorrow stuck to you as you thought about it. All of it. What he was doing, how he got into more and more fights as time went on, and how you wouldn’t have the slightest clue about what to do if something happened to him. He was strong, incredibly strong, you had seen it firsthand more than enough times. Yet he tended to be arrogant, too confident in his strength, and now that you had seen the results of what you were most certain was him biting off more than he could chew, you never wanted to witness it again.

After collecting the necessary items, bandages, towels, and whatnot, you stepped back into the dimly lit bathroom. Immediately a smell infiltrated your nose quite fiercely. Smoke. He was still smoking. His head was leaning back as he exhaled the toxic vapor from his mouth. Majima looked surprisingly peaceful, the half-burnt cigarette hanging lazily from his lips, the faint smoke surrounding him disappearing slowly.

You wondered what was going through his head and how he was able to remain so calm, despite his body being in immense pain no doubt. You frowned. You could only hope your help would ease his discomfort even a little bit. It would be challenging, given the quantity of his wounds, but you knew where to start.

Majima’s half-lidded eye shot open when he felt you snatching the cigarette from between his lips, and he could only watch as you pressed the stub against the sink, killing the flame and some light from his expression. It was understandable, though. You hated this habit of his after all. Still, he let out a noise that could only have been interpreted as a whine of sorts.

“How cruel…” He complained, but you caught the usual jesting tone in his voice. You knew it was merely his way of trying to make the situation seem less alarming. It was somewhat working, as you cracked the tiniest smile at his words.

“You gotta hold this to your head, okay? It should help with the swelling.” You sat down in front of him and gently took his hand and placed the cold ice pack on his palm, helping him guide it to the bruise on his head. His face twisted slightly at the tingling sensation. Your warm hand lingered on top of his for a moment, helping him press the pack to his wound. A treacherous yawn escaped your mouth and Majima was quick to catch it with his eye. His gaze fell.

“Man, ya really shouldn’t be doin’ all this. I was really hoping you’d have dozed off by now.” He sighed heavily, feeling the guilt of being treated by you at an hour like this. If only he had been more careful with the fights he picked. You shouldn’t see him like this.

You ignored his comment and tilted his head up, just enough so you could wipe off the dried-up blood from under his nose with a towel. Majima let out a breath he had apparently been holding at the feeling of your soft hands on his face. The action was familiar for both of you, you had treated some minor wounds like this in the past, except those times, he did not flinch as you cleaned him up. Someone must have truly wanted to kill him. The thought made you frown.

As you continued examining and cleaning his face, Majima couldn’t help but stare at you and note just how concentrated yet exhausted your expression was. It was clear that you had spent a lot of your energy staying up and waiting for him, but you were still selflessly offering your help despite the fact that even a blind man could see that you yearned for comfort in your bed.

With your brows frowned, you worked your magic, making sure to wipe off every little speck of dirt and blood on that handsome face of his. Some strands of his raven hair had become loose, so with your finger, you gingerly brushed them to their place. You always started with his face, which might not have been the most practical order of doing things, but you just despised seeing his face so… Ruined. It sounded harsh, even to you, but every time he came to you even with only a single bruise on his temple, you wanted to get rid of it as soon as possible.

He had already lost an eye, you wouldn’t stand for any more injuries to his face.

You leaned back just a bit to see the result of your work. You were more than pleased to see Majima’s face mostly rid of the blood and mud that had tarnished it. Your eyes ran over the bigger cuts on his face and you ran your finger over one of them. He flinched and you were quick to apologize. It wasn’t too alarming of a cut, thankfully. Time would heal it eventually.

Something in the corner of your vision caught your attention and you soon found yourself looking at Majima’s upper arm and the crimson stain on his sleeve. Your eyes widened, how had you not noticed it? Majima exhaled deeply, he was hoping you would not pay attention to the massive cut on his bicep, alas, nothing escaped your watchful yet caring eye.

Fueled by worry once more, you unbuttoned his shirt carefully, sliding it off him and making contact with the skin of his shoulders with your hands. The wounds revealed themselves like a snake coming out of hiding, and you felt an uncomfortable prickle in your core once you looked at his stomach that he had been clutching earlier.

“Oh…” Your voice broke, and your shoulders fell. Majima could only look away as the expression on your face hurt him more than the clump of darkened bruises did. You swallowed a sob, trying to keep yourself calm despite the horrible view in front of you.

His midsection was littered with marks left by someone’s fists and heels, the impacts leaving him with bruises that looked so harsh, you truthfully weren’t quite sure if they would ever fade. You clenched your fists, frustration spreading throughout your being as tears threatened to pool in your eyes once again.

“You idiot…” If you hadn’t been so overwhelmed with emotions, you would not have let those words slip so carelessly, but you subconsciously threw them out there, immediately feeling something similar to guilt. Majima merely stifled a chuckle.

“Ouchie.” Your eyes had fallen to your feet, so you could not see the joking smile on his face, but you could hear it in his voice which had thankfully regained some of its volume. You were aware that your insult coated in worry for his well-being would not affect him in the slightest, however hearing it from his mouth relieved some of the tension that had dawned.

With a long sigh, you composed yourself, aiming your attention back at the cut on his upper arm. Even with the slight distance between you two, you could deduce that it was rather deep, though most of the blood had dried up, fortunately. You briefly glanced at the bottle of disinfectant you had brought with you. The fun part was about to commence.

“I have to clean that,” you announced, to which Majima sighed softly. He straightened himself and placed the partially melted ice pack into the sink, satisfied with its assistance. He was already feeling better, even though the work you had done so far wasn’t that excessive. That’s what the next part was for. It was to be expected, the slash on his bicep burned and would no doubt get infected if it was left untreated.

You stood up next to him and poured some of the liquid on a cloth, glancing at him every now and then to make sure he had not drifted off. You assumed he was even more tired than you, so you did your best to make tending to him as fast as possible.

“This’ll probably sting a bit.” Your warning was an obvious one, and Majima was well prepared for it.

“S'alright. Used to it.”

You hummed quietly and pressed the cloth to his wound. There was an immediate, sharp burn and you noticed Majima adjusting his position to cope with the sting while muttering a swear or two. You gave him an apologetic look and continued cleaning his injury, all the while scanning his body for more wounds like this one. There was one on his upper back, right behind his right shoulder. It was a less severe cut, but one that needed to be cleaned nonetheless.

Majima closed his eye, the uncomfortable tingling of the disinfectant slowly fading as he was more focused on the feeling of your tender touch. It brought him comfort, it drowned the pain his body was under. One hand held his arm with utmost carefulness, while the other tried its best to get rid of all the bacteria that had emerged without causing him any more discomfort. He smiled to himself. Perhaps he should get himself injured more often.

Content with the sanitation of his possibly most urgent wound, you carefully stepped behind him while sliding your hand along his shoulder as you moved. Your eyes glued themselves on the beauty that was his tattoo, the intricate design always fascinated you, and you often lost yourself in it. You worried that the ink had gotten damaged in the fierce struggle, but the cuts looked shallow enough, much to your relief.

As you held your hand on his bare shoulders, the tense feeling of his muscles made you frown. He never seemed quite relaxed enough.

“You need to go get yourself a massage one of these days.” You pressed your knuckles into his flesh for a few seconds before preparing to clean his wounds once more. He huffed at your comment, letting out a short chuckle.

“Why’d I go anywhere when you’re right here?”

You rolled your eyes and scoffed, pressing the damp cloth against his skin.

“You know my hands aren’t strong enough to turn bricks into dust.” Majima turned to glance at you at that, unusual warmth in his brown eye.

“Well, they’re the only ones I want touchin’ me.”

Something shifted in your chest at his words, stopping your process for a moment. He rarely spoke so earnestly from his heart, it caught you off guard. Though his words alone weren’t the most unusual, they still came out in the way you were familiar with, however, the way he said them was different. You don’t think you had ever heard his voice be so soft. It reminded you how vulnerable he must have felt.

Majima noted how the movement of your hand slowed down ever so slightly, the pains in his body seemingly fading away at your touch. He was sure they weren’t completely gone, but his mind that had calmed down significantly whilst you were with him no longer detected them. His eyelid was getting heavier, and you saw it.

“Hang in there for just a little more, okay love?” Keeping your hand on his shoulder, you moved to his side, kneeling next to him. Majima glanced at you and flashed you a small grin, you couldn’t help but mirror it.

You were almost done. The only thing left to do was to wrap some bandages around his arm, just in case the cut decided to put up a fight later on. Your eyes drifted to the vile bruises on his stomach and they soon filled with condolence. As they were, you could not do much to them. Not at this hour anyway. You had not predicted him having such marks on him, so you didn’t bring anything that could treat them, nor were you sure your apartment even had anything. You sighed quietly. You would have to make a trip to the pharmacy later.

Holding onto his arm once more, you lifted it up ever so slightly so you could wrap it up easier. You were certain that mere bandages probably weren’t enough, but unfortunately, you had no experience in stitching, whether it was fabric or skin. You made a mental note to yourself to ask him to go see a proper doctor in the following days.

Majima watched as his wound disappeared under the soft bandages and observed how your skillful hands worked. He was grateful, so incredibly grateful. You treated him so well, yet he couldn’t help but wonder if it was truly deserved. Time and time again, he came to you wounded, and every time he felt shame. The very first thought that entered his mind every time a violent fight was done was how you’d react to the sight of him upon his return. He hated that he knew exactly how your face would twist into a worried frown.

But in spite of that, you always helped him.

He was more than convinced that tonight, you couldn’t take it anymore. The nature of his injuries was far too ferocious, and if he were honest with himself, he was not sure how he was still standing. This would be crossing the invisible line you had hidden in your mind, he had thought. Too overwhelmed with concern, you would not be able to deal with it anymore. He knew you worried, perhaps too much, and when he fueled that emotion with his unintentional carelessness, it pained him. It almost felt like a betrayal.

Apparently, that was not how it was for you. Because although you did hurt to see him like this so many times, you pushed the feeling aside in order to take care of him. Weeping would not help anyone, let alone him, so you quelled your tears.

You let out a breath that you did not even realize you were holding as you finished your work. Running a finger over the freshly wrapped bandage you made sure it would stay on for the night. It was snug, but not too tight. You smiled in satisfaction and returned to your seat in front of the man you loved.

“There.” You placed your hands on his cheeks and carefully lifted his heavy head that had slowly been drifting down. “Almost back to normal.” You allowed yourself to let out a small laugh to which the corner of his mouth thankfully lifted upwards. He looked beyond exhausted, ready to drift off at any moment.

Majima then placed one of his hands on your wrist, holding onto it carefully. His hand was cold, quite the contrast to your warm one, but it still warmed your heart. Your eyes drifted to his darkened knuckles, and the dried specks of blood made you frown. Lifting yourself up slightly, you leaned in and pressed your lips to his forehead, right on top of a bruise that was on the smaller side. You could practically feel how his taut body abandoned all the tension and it brought you some joy, as it at least told you that he was presumably feeling less horrible and that your help had done its job to at least some degree.

You retreated from him, but held onto one of his hands, slowly running your thumb over his battered knuckles. The silence between you had turned into a tranquil one, rid of any possible tension that might have been there earlier. You were glad he was alright.

Majima looked at you, losing himself in the soft look in your eyes. Your gaze, framed with comforting warmth, dug itself into his most vulnerable places, spreading that warmth throughout his being. He hardly felt cold anymore. He could barely stay awake, and he wanted nothing more than to let his weary head fall and drift off to sleep.

“Do you need anything to ea-”

Before you had time to finish your careful question, Majima leaned forward, so suddenly you had close to no time to react. You caught him, and he rested his poor head on your shoulder, loosely wrapping his arms around you. He was so relaxed, you could feel his weight on your arms as you held onto him. Worry stuck to you until you heard him yawn softly.

“M'tired…”

His voice was but a whisper, so distant and faint, you could barely hear it despite him being practically glued to you. Your hand instinctively traveled to the back of his head, sliding his hair tie off and letting his raven locks cascade down his bare back. You hugged him, perhaps too securely. It had been far too long since you had embraced each other so, and though his condition was far from ideal, you were happy he still found the energy to hold you. It had been a selfish wish in the back of your head, one you did not think would be fulfilled tonight, yet here you were.

You were grateful, but so was he, incredibly so. Majima could not help but think just how lucky he was. He did not how it had happened, but somehow he had been blessed with an angel taking the form of the person he clung to at this moment.

Finally, the tears you had been holding back fell down your cheeks. But you smiled. Gone were the feelings of frustration and worry, you had blocked those off for just a moment. Right now, you wanted to enjoy the embrace you had been missing.

With your hand on his head, you closed your eyes, letting out all negativity that had plagued you in a single breath. Tonight, you would sleep well.

And so would he.

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