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atomic-thomas · 2 months ago

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(Fake ASMR Commission) Returning To Liminal Space [Part 3]

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“Wow… I just can’t seem to stop thinking about that dream I had last night. It was so nice.”

“Wish I could time travel. Revisit old memories. It’d be one hell of a nostalgia trip.”

“Or maybe… I can. I remember when me & my friend were trapped in Liminal Space. Then after spending enough time there, we didn’t want to leave.”

“Maybe we can brainstorm a way to go back there. I hope they’re up for it. I’ll call them & see if we can give it a shot.”

*phone ringing sound*

“Hello?”

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“Hey! It’s been a while. Ya know… I had a really cool dream last night. It put me in a nostalgic mood. You remember that time when we were in Liminal Space, right?”

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“Well… I wanted to know if… You wanted to go back there.”

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“Oh, awesome! That’s so exciting to hear. Glad we’re on the same page. There’s just one problem. I don’t know how to go back there.”

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“Wait, really? YOU do? Well, spill the beans then. I need to know this.”

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“What? That’s it? It’s really that simple?”

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“So lemme get this straight. You were exploring the Abandoned Train Station in our town & just so happened to find a portal in the basement.”

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“Okay, well… That’s great. I’m glad it’s so simple. But why that place specifically? And how has no one else found it yet?”

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“Yeah, that’s fair. Can’t blame you for not knowing. Well, I’ll meet you there then. See you in a few.”

*phone hang-up sound followed by scene transition*

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“Heeeeey~! Wow, you weren’t kidding. There really is a portal here.”

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“I can take a guess as to why. Perhaps this portal is here because… An Abandoned Train Station is an old place that’s stuck in time so to speak. Fits the theme of liminality. It makes perfect sense.”

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“Yeah, let’s head on in. This place is really musty. Need better air to breathe.”

*portal traversal sound*

*sound of feet hitting ground*

“Woo! Look at that! We’re back in the mall. I remember it like it was yesterday.”

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“Ya know… Part of the reason we find locations like this so nostalgic is due to their sense of… What was…”

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“What I mean is… A mall is obviously built by people, right? But the people who built it… Are no longer there. This man-made structure is separated from those who created it. It makes the structure seem like it’s frozen in time. Stuck in the past. And that’s why it feels nostalgic.”

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“By all means, let’s look around.”

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*door opening sound*

“Oooh, this looks like a video game store.”

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“Yep. An old one at that. Check this out. There’s a Super Nintendo Entertainment System over here. It’s price tag says $200. Heh… If only consoles were actually that cheap nowadays.”

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“This is definitely a 1990s gaming store. I can even see a copy of Donkey Kong Country in the console. Never played the game myself, but I heard it’s an old favorite of many.”

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“It’s kinda funny. As a kid, I played so many video games. When you’re that young, you’ll enjoy just about anything. Even bad games that we look back on as adults with more insight & experience. Nowadays, my gaming library is quite shallow. I’m very picky about what I play these days.”

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“Oooh, look at this. A PlayStation 1. It’s cool seeing this old thing given that the PS5 exists. I wonder what game is in it.”

*button clicking sound*

“No way! Spyro the Dragon! That’s amazing!”

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“The original Spyro Trilogy were the first video games I ever played. This is just too much. My heart can’t handle this much nostalgia.”

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“Yeah, I’m really glad that trilogy got a remake. We still don’t have a true Spyro 4 though. Wonder when that’ll happen.”

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“Sure, we can find another room now. I’m gonna miss this one though.”

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*door opening sound*

“Woah!”

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“Wow… Now this looks like something I’d see in a dream! We’re on a road… But the road is a ring around the Earth… And all we can see around us is outer space.”

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“I wouldn’t question the logic in any of these bizarre rooms. I’ve accepted that if you can imagine it, you can find it in Liminal Space. Nothing is too weird if you suspend your disbelief. We don’t need an explanation as to how we’re able to breathe in space either.”

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“I noticed that the door is attached to the back of this car here. Looks like it was made in the early 1900s. I wonder if we can drive it.”

*sound of car door opening & closing*

“Well, the door certainly wasn’t locked. And there’s keys in the ignition. Maybe this’ll really work.”

*sound of car starting up & remaining stationary until driven*

“Huh… Well then… I guess this is happening now.”

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“Sure, we can drive for a bit. Gives me some time to talk about stuff.”

*car driving sounds until specified stopping point*

“So… Have you ever heard of Retro Futurism?”

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“It’s a bit of a specific term, but simple enough to understand. Retro Futurism is when the future is depicted from a past era. Say for example… Someone from the 90s drawing art of what they think the 2020s would be like.”

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“I know that sounds funny seeing how… When all is said & done… Society hasn’t really changed all that much in the past 30 years. At least I don’t think so.”

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“Well, of course I’m not saying that we haven’t had any advancements in 30 years. That’d be silly. For example, we went from old box TVs & VHS tapes to 4K flatscreen TVs & digital streaming. Touch screens, voice commands… All kinds of things.”

“I remember when I was kid, I’d watch America’s Funniest Home Videos every Sunday Night on a CRT vintage TV. Now that’s nostalgia right there.”

“In regards to the visual aspect of Retro Futurism, there are forms of art that feel like they tried to look futuristic for their time. This can be seen in Psychedelic Art.”

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“If you’re prone to seizures, I definitely wouldn’t recommend looking up Psychedelic Art, but if you can handle it, you’re in for a treat.”

“It’s art that consists of scenery painted with rainbow colors. Usually with flashing, swirling or wave-like motions. So you’ll typically find them in the form of gifs. To me personally, the nostalgic feeling of this art is linked to Retro Futurism. You can totally imagine it yourself, right? People from the 1900s drawing cities with neon lights thinking that the future would be like a whole new world with an advanced society.”

“But in reality, things didn’t actually change that much. Hell, cars that can fly & self drive are basically still prototypes today. I doubt those’ll be mainstream until the 2030s. Maybe even longer.”

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“I can think of other forms of nostalgic art that aren’t necessarily Retro Futuristic. In fact… Just about any kind of art can be nostalgic depending on the person.”

“Imagine a blank canvas if you will. A black one at that. Now add some stars to it. Golden stars for good contrast against the jet black paper. Ones that sparkle. Now add the moon. A golden moon. Make it crescent for even more contrast. Now place a star within the crescent gap. What have we just made?”

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“That’s right. A night sky. It’s simple. But as an old saying goes… There’s beauty in simplicity. A night sky is supposed to be calm. Beautiful. A natural work of art. It imbues a feeling of peace & tranquility within us. The art itself looks like something we could’ve made in Kindergarten. Like an arts & crafts project. A distant memory that we remember fondly. And that… Is nostalgic.”

“Furthermore, music can also trigger nostalgia. Typically, Liminal Space has it’s own dedicated genre of music. Dreamcore comes to mind. Usually consisting of somber tones or various ambience. But any music can be nostalgic depending on the person.”

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“Hmmm… Wanna find a different room? This one is nice & all, but it’s basically just an endless road.”

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“Yeah, that’s fine. Didn’t feel like driving anymore anyway.”

*driving sound stops*

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*door opening sound*

“GASP!”

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“Oh My God… I… I’m speechless. I don’t know what to say.”

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“Okay, so… To put it simply… This is the house I grew up in. And it’s in the same condition that it was in when I was 5 years old.”

“This is unreal. I recognize everything in here. Like this old pellet stove. Ahhh, I remember when we used to warm the house with this thing.”

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“We stopped using it because it eventually started shooting soot & smoke into the house. For what reason, we don’t know. And we never bothered to fix it. So we relied on other heating methods.”

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“Oh yeah. That’s the old box TV I mentioned earlier. Didn’t think we’d actually see it. This is so weird, but I love it!”

“My old Nintendo GameCube is here to. With all the games I used to own. I’m so happy right now! Haha~”

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“Of course we can check out my room. That's the best part.”

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“Here we are. Jeez, the carpet is just as hideous as I remember. But I don't care. I adore it!"

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"The carpet used to be white, but it kept getting dirtier & more stained over the years. Wasn't easy to clean either."

"Ahhh, & my cozy bed. With all my plushies & the flower pattern blanket. So comfy!"

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"Glad you noticed my Windows XP computer. It may be a piece of junk... But it was MY piece of junk. It wouldn't be able to run any modern game, but it was perfect for what I used it for. Humongous Entertainment games. Those were the best."

"Wow, I feel old looking at all this.”

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“I suppose it does feel a bit redundant to use the word ‘Old’ all the time. We’re in Liminal Space. Everything is old."

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“All this stuff reminds me of simpler times. Nostalgia is a drug, ya know? We only ever get to experience our childhood once. And it’s the time when we have our fondest memories. Growing up, learning so many new things, not having any responsibilities… And having the most fun. It’s a time that many of us wish we could return to.”

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“I’m glad that you’re enjoying this as much as I am. This is kinda like… A Liminal Date.”

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“I could run around Liminal Space… Probably forever to be honest. Haha~ What about you? Wanna keep exploring?”

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“Hehe~ You & I clearly share the same brain cell. We'll keep going after we spend some more time in my old house. I'm not done here yet.”

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THE END

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tillthelandslide · 4 years ago

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Oh F*ck It

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Love. What a load of bullshit, you hated the idea of love. The idea that people could love someone despite how shitty they were pissed you off. Sure you knew people weren't perfect but come on, some people could just do better, be better. You felt genuinely awful when you found yourself thinking certain people didn't deserve to be loved. And you had begun to think that the thought in your mind meant you too didn’t deserve to be loved.

People often told you, "Y/n, you're too kind", "Y/N you're too good for him" and that too pissed you off. How could you be too good for one person and not good enough for someone else? That was the story of your life, the people you loved, didn't love you back, and the people that loved you, well... They fell under the formerly mentioned category of "not deserving love" and you suppose that fact was the reason you were yet to find someone. You were stuck up, only you thought it but it was still true. Someone who thinks there are people who don't deserve love, is stuck up, surely? Your friends and family would tell you that they agreed that some people don’t deserve love but it didn’t make you feel better, it made you hate the human race just a little more than you already did. You were kind, you knew that, only the people closest to you knew of these thoughts that you hated to have and the rest… they knew you as a lovely girl, a positive woman who worked hard and was strong. But that was the facade you presented.

You wish you were the type of person that believed everyone deserves love, but you weren't.

So here you were, sitting in your apartment drinking a beer all by yourself, waiting until your only true friend finished filming and came and listened to your moaning. Who is that friend you ask? The one, the only; Henry Cavill. How the fuck he was your friend you'll never know. He was about 7 years older than you but that didn't stop you from being best friends with him. He was a genuinely nice guy, the most humble person you knew (even in his position), he was kind and loving and you always told everyone he was the best thing that ever came into your life. He may be a recurring guest star in the filthiest of your dreams and fantasies but you'd never let him know that. You had the biggest crush on him but covered it up with witty and sarcastic humour, sure the two of you flirted but neither of you had the guts to progress your friendship, his fans knew you as his best friend and you thought it would stay that way until he inevitably found a girlfriend. Little did you know that Henry felt the same way about you, in fact he was very much in love with his best friend, people said that you were too young but when you were together age was never an issue, in fact it was something Henry forgot about most days, only really thinking about it when someone had to comment on it (usually an ignorant reporter or pap)

You heard your door open, the jingle of keys, a coat being thrown somewhere, the sound of footsteps leading away from you into your kitchen, you heard the fridge open, you heard a beer open, all before you saw his face.

"Make yourself at home why don't you" you said, as he came into your living room and plopped himself down next to you. You instantly found yourself smiling and breathing him in, his usual scent invading your senses, making your eyes flutter shut for a second or two.

"Always do" he said simply, wrapping an arm around you to hug you.

"Ew get off" you joked, as you hugged him back, taking a deep breath as your head found a comfortable place in his shoulder..

"How was work?" you sang, making him jokingly groan at your singing.

"Good" was all he said and it made you chuckle.

"Henry Cavill everyone" you said, talking to an imaginary audience.

"How are you?" he asked, taking a sip of his beer.

"Shitty as ever my friend" you said, clinking your bottle with him as his eyebrows lifted.

"Why are you so dressed up?" he said referring to your current attire, he took your appearance in, smirking to himself and trying his hardest (as ever) to keep his thoughts to himself. He always thought you looked amazing, the most beautiful person he had ever laid his eyes on but tonight, he thought you looked phenomenally gorgeous and unfairly hot.

You were wearing black skinny jeans and a black satin shirt which had been undone when your plans got cancelled, revealing lace lingerie underneath. You didn't care that it was revealing and you were infront of Henry, it just didn't matter to you, you were comfortable with each other and to be frank, he had seen much more of you before.

"I was supposed to have a date with Damien but he cancelled. Couldn’t be bothered to get changed" you said, making him groan and tilt his head back.

"That douchebag again? " he said, which made you laugh, he sounded too posh to say douchebag.

"What's wrong with him?" you asked, making him chuckle and drink his beer.

"Well for one, he's a dick, two he treats you like shit and 3 he's a dick" he said laughing.

"Yeah well he wants me so eh" you shrugged, downing your drink, knowing that wasn’t a valid reason to keep seeing him.

"Really? He cancelled on you" he said matter of factly.

"Ouch. Hurt my feelings why don't you. We get it I'm repulsive nobody wants me" you said, making him frown at you as your hand placed itself over your heart feigning heartbreak at his words.

"That's not what I meant and you know that's not true" he said, downing his drink too.

"What's the truth then?" you asked, turning to face him, your back sliding down the sofa slightly.

"You have terrible taste in men" he said, laughing which made you hit him "ouch" he said, rubbing his arm, his forehead creasing as his eyebrows furrowed at you.

"Sorry, did I hurt you big guy?" you joked, hitting him again, making him grab your wrist to stop you.

"Seriously Y/N stop" he said, making you chuckle and pull your hand away.

"God why is dating so hard? Honestly I'm just going to give up" you said, making Henry groan in agreement.

"I mean if Superman can't find someone then I've got no hope" you said, making him chuckle, his eyes following you as you stood up.

"Another one?" you asked, making him nod, you walked to your kitchen, opening the fridge and pulling out two more glasses of beer, popping the lids off..

"I miss sex" you heard Henry say making you laugh.

"Me too" you said, coming back into the room, passing him another beer, you walked to your speaker turning them on and taking your phone out of your pocket, throwing it to Henry who caught it one handedly, this was a common occurrence for the both of you, you’d give Henry your phone and he would play whatever he wanted from your music library.

"You and Damien haven't?" he asked, glancing between your phone and you as you resumed your position next to him, your head resting against his shoulder, looking at your phone in his hands.

"No we have but it was shit, didn’t get me where I needed to go if you get what I mean" you said, laughing to yourself.

"Why keep seeing him then? He's a dickhead and he can't make you cum? What's the point?" he said, making you laugh, finally shuffling a playlist of yours.

"Oh if you're fans heard you now Cavill" you said laughing to yourself, the music filling the room.

"What's that supposed to mean?" he asked, bringing the bottom up to his perfect lips, downing a considerable amount, making you smirk and do the same.

"Just that they think you're so perfect. King Cavill they call you. Here you are, speaking all improper, having a beer with your clearly delusional and repulsive best friend and talking about cum" you said making him laugh alongside you.

"Eh, don't think they'd mind" he said, turning to face you.

“That’s true, think you could practically do anything and they’d bow down” you laughed, in your mind you understood perfectly why they acted the way they did and you truly loved every single person who loved Henry because they represented everything you were, everything they saw and thought about Henry, you thought, but considerable more because you knew him, all of him, not just the person he presented himself as.

"And stop calling yourself repulsive, you're not repulsive, far from it actually" he said.

"Calm down Cavill. Carry on being so sweet and I might think you’re in love with me" you joked, shoving his chest lightly.

"Yeah because that's not possible" he mumbled, you not hearing what he said.

"Huh?"

"Nothing"

"You look exhausted" you said, looking over his features, he had bags under his eyes and the skin around his face was drooping, you still thought he looked handsome but still, he needed to rest more.

"Thanks" he chuckled deeply, closing his eyes and leaning his head against your sofa.

"You work too hard" you scolded him, your hand moving to play with his curls the way you knew he liked. It calmed him and even though this was a fairly romantic thing people did, you did it anyway. Your friendship was weird like that, you could go from acting like best friends to acting like a couple (without the sex, much to your dismay). His eyes closed and his head tilted upwards as you did, a small smile resting on his lips, before they blinked open a few times.

"I enjoy my work" he said, humming at the feel of your gentle fingers in his hair. You could tell he was getting sleepy as his features softened and he no longer joked with you, the beer now long forgotten in his hand. You took the beer from his hand, placing it on the table, stopping your movements in his hair. Moving a pillow into your lap and saying his name, making his eyes open.

"I know you do, but you need to rest more, now lie down." you said firmly, gesturing for him to place his head on the pillow, to which he followed your instructions. Your hand resumed its movement in his hair, pushing the curls out of his face, running through the strands and occasionally stopping to massage his head.

"Maybe you need an older man, one who knows to treat you right” Henry said suggestively, wow he really is tired you thought.

“Treat me right? Are you talking about in or outside the bedroom?” you laughed.

“Both” he snickered.

"Going to set me up with one of your hot friends?" you said, trying to see if he was indeed talking about himself.

"I was talking about me." he said. Ah. So he was.

"Jheez you must be so exhausted" you said, trying your best to change the subject.

"I'm being serious" he said, his eyes still shut, groaning slightly as you weren't paying attention and accidentally tugged his hair.

"I'm too fucked up for you Henry. Besides you could have anyone you wanted" you said, hoping to some higher power that the topic please be changed.

"You're not fucked up, just a little messy, a little mess never hurt anyone" he said.

"You could have anyone you wanted" you repeated.

"Don't want anyone else" he said, suddenly sitting up from your lap and turning to face you.

"That beer must have gone straight to your head Henry. You don't know what you're saying"

"Don't be like that. I'm an adult, I can handle one fucking beer" he said, his tone turning you on a little. The song switched to Sail by AWOLNATION and the bass was loud, adding to the tension between you.

"Cmon Yn don't tell me you haven't thought about this" he said gesturing between you.

"I haven't" you lied.

"That's a lie. I see the way you look at me when you think I'm not looking" he said.

"Don't get me started" you warned.

"What's that supposed to mean?

"Oh c'mon Henry! You're always so protective when I tell you about guys I'm seeing, and you can't say that's just you being my best friend!" you shouted standing up from the sofa, walking to the other side of the room, turning down the music just a little.

"Yeah well, I know you have dirty dreams about me!" he shouted back making you gasp "I heard you one night when you stayed at mine, you moaned my name in your sleep"

"Yeah well, I always see you looking down my top at my tits" you said, making him look down at your boobs.

"Henry!" you shouted, your arms crossing over your chest protectively for about a second before you dropped them, not really caring if he looked.

"What! They're nice tits" he said make, a smirk on his face that you wished wasn’t there

"Well you have a nice face" you shouted back, you had no idea why the both of you were shouting at each other.

"So do you!" he shouted back.

"Yeah. Well you have rock hard abs like a fucking god? Like seriously what the hell dude?" you asked.

"Well you're fucking beautiful" he quipped back.

"Well, you have perfectly rideable thighs and sometimes when we cuddle I feel you against my arse… and c’mon how are you so big?" you said, glancing down to his thighs, flicking to his jean clad bulge, your mouth literally falling open as you did, making him chuckle at you. He hardened in his jeans as he heard you calling him big.

"It's nice arse. You have a nice arse" he said. It seemed like this was becoming a competition of who could complement the other more, you still had no idea why you were both shouting, probably to relieve the tension that was pent up inside the both of you.

"So do you! And you have really nice eyes, with the little bit of brown in the left one” you said, making him realise how much attention you paid to him.

“Not many people realise that about my eyes” he said, his mouth agape as he paused his shouting, the both of you trying to catch your breath.

“That’s because I like you.” you said, not shouting anymore.

“I like you more.” he said, still making it a competition.

"Well maybe we should just be together then if we like each other so much" you said.

"Maybe we should!" he shouted, the both of you realising that you had been moving closer to one another with every passing comment you had made, the both of you now standing chest to chest, the both of them raising and falling against each other. His eyes flicked down to your lips, to your eyes, to your breasts, back up to your lips before finally resting back on your eyes, the usual blue shade completely taken up by his pupils.

"Oh fuck it" you said , jumping into his arms, your legs wrapping round his waist, he caught you perfectly as you kissed each other. He carried the both of you back to your sofa, his lips moving perfectly against yours, as he placed the both of you on the sofa, you resting in his lap, your centres being instantly pushed together.

“I’ve wanted to kiss you for so long.” he said, breaking the kiss to tell you.

“Shut up and kiss me then” you said, his lips smudging against yours, the both of you moaning into the other, tongues finally fighting against each other, the feeling foreign but perfectly euphoric.

You shifted yourself against him, feeling him large and hard against your core. He pushed your open shirt over your shoulders, it fell to your forearms, you pulled your arms out of the sleeves, flicking the shirt in a different direction. Henry’s lips paused against yours to kiss at the exposed skin at your neck, moving down to your chest. You pushed your chest against his lips as he sucked at your bosom making you gasp and rut yourself against his bulge.

“I need you” you sighed out, his head snapping backwards to look at you, his hand coming to gently grasp your face, his thumb caressing the apple of your cheek which was now flushed and warm.

“I’ve wanted this for so long” he smiled at you, he lifted the both of you up, placing sweet kisses against your lips as he carried you to your bedroom, placing you softly against your bed, your head falling softly into your pillows. He paused above you, slipping his shirt over his head, before looking over you, his features soft as he did, a sweet smile on his face as his cheeks flushed.

“You’re beautiful” he said, making you smile up at him. You reached out for him, gesturing to him, he simply shook his head, needing a moment more to take you in.

“Please Henry. Come here” you said cutely, he finally obeyed your wish, resting over you, his core flush against yours as he rested his arm by your head, his fingers drifting over your face, before he placed tender kisses against your lips. His tongue sensually making its way back into your mouth, pleasure erupting between you as he pushed his hips against you, causing you to gasp, your lips opening against his. His grunt was resounding and stirred something deep inside you that wanted to hear the noise over and over until it was the only one you knew.

“Henry” you sighed as his fingers grasped the button of your jeans, popping them open easily, his fingers slipping down until they were pressed against your core over your underwear, a moan slipping from your lips, into his mouth as his tongue fondled yours. Your hands finally reached out, resting over his muscular shoulders, the muscles contracting against your soft touch. You moved them gently down his chest, moving your lips there too, pressing an open mouth kiss against his hairy chest as his fingers continued to move against your core. Your back arched and your eyes fluttered shut. You continued the movement of your hands southward, pausing over his abs to get a feel before landing on the button of his jeans, popping them open easily and beginning to push the material down past his thighs, over his plump bottom before he got up to remove them fully, giving you the chance to do the same to yours.

You were left in your black lacy one piece, you popped the buttons at your core, revealing your wetness to him making him groan loudly as he moved back over you. You took in his black boxers, seeing a clear and large bulge straining against the material. Your eyes flicked up to his and he took you in again, smiling to himself that this was finally happening.

“Kiss me” you said simply, his lips pressing against yours again. Your hands found the hem of his boxers, pushing them down, your hand finding his large shaft, grasping it lightly, your feather-like touch had him panting into your mouth, his eyes bursting open and his lips pulling away from yours as he snapped his head down, seeing your small hand wrapped around him. He had never seen something more simple yet the sight was nothing but erotic in his mind and he had to refrain from fucking himself into your hand. You began to move your hand up and down his shaft, spreading the precum that had formed at his tip to fully cover all of him. He rested his forehead against yours, eyes fluttering shut again as he moaned deeply.

“Baby I’m not going to last, need to be inside you” he said, speaking the truth. The pet name had your mind spinning and your stomach and core fluttering.

“Yes please” you begged sweetly making him chuckle.

“You sure you want this?” he said, grasping himself and placing himself against your core, tapping his tip against your clit making you sigh lewdly, precum spilling from his tip onto your clit at the sound.

“I’m sure” you confirmed, making him push into you gently, the both of you gasping, foreheads resting against each other, eyes looking into the others, making the whole ordeal more intimate.

His head arched upwards as he bottomed out, a loud groan falling from his lips.

“You okay?” he asked, his fingers caressing your cheek, moving to your bottom lip.

“Give me a second” you said, the stretch was nothing you had experienced before and you needed a second to compose yourself. His lips found yours and moved against yours slowly, drawing a moan out as his fingers found your clit.

“You can move”

“You sure?” he said, making you nod. He pulled back slowly and you moaned loudly, feeling every ridge and vein against your walls. He pulled out until just the tip was inside you, slowly pushing back in, making the both of you moan out loudly.

“Fuck” he said, repeating the action a few times, his thrusts were deep, sensual and slow, you could feel every part of him and it had you seeing stars already.

“Henry” you moaned, you had never felt anything like this, you were no virgin but no man had ever made you feel this good before. He pushed back in, his hips hitting against yours as he sped up his thrusts slightly, his member reached untouched places inside you and found your g-spot straight away, your back arched, hands flying out to grasp his shoulders for support.

“Henry” you repeated, his eyes opening to look in yours, worry written across his face “faster” you said, making him chuckle.

“We’ve got all the time in the world for that my love. Need to feel all of you. This way” he said, his words reinforced with a particularly slow and deep thrust making you gasp out.

He felt like he was being winded but it was perfect, every thrust was deeper causing pleasure to shoot inside of him, making deep and loud grunts fall from his lips which were moving against yours.

“Y/n” he moaned, as he made a particular hard thrust of his hips, his member pushing inside you harshly making the both of you swear at the feeling.

“Oh fuck” you moaned, his fingers moving against your pearl with every thrust he made. You began pushing your own hips up, meeting him halfway, creating a new feeling of pleasure.

“Look at you, absolutely glowing. Taking me in so perfectly” he said, looking down to where you were intertwined, officially moving as one being.

“You’re so deep Henry” you said, your lips fluttering over his neck, sucking against a vein which had appeared there.

“No one’s ever been this deep before have they?” he said, his hips still delivering slow and deep thrusts inside you, elongating the pleasure you both felt.

“Only you” you said and Henry knew you couldn’t have said anything more perfect and complementary.

“Oh I love you” he said, surprising you with his words, you looked at him, the both of you smiling and moaning against each other. Tears formed in your eyes, your hands grasping his face gently, kissing his lips.

“I love you too Henry. So much” you said, making his hips move faster against you, his dick still reaching deep inside you, pushing deliciously against your g-spot, pulling high pitched moans from your chest, your back arching and your hips rising off the bed.

Henry’s hands landed on your lace clad waist, leaning backwards on the bed, carrying you with him so you were on top, causing his member to fall some from your core.

Your hand steadied him against your core as you lowered yourself against him until the hilt, the hair at the base of him tickling against you as your legs draped over his thighs. You began raising yourself up before dropping yourself down, his cock somehow reaching deeper inside you, his hand supporting your movements but grasping your waist, helping raise and lower you against him. He leant back against the bed, his mouth agape as looked over you.

“Fuck Henry. Can you feel you, here” you said, grasping his hand and pushing his hand against your stomach making him moan.

“I. Love. You. So. Fucking. Much” he said, delivering particularly hard thrusts upwards into you in between every word.

“Fuck. So close” you said, lips bruising themselves against his again.

“Never felt this way before” he said, his words making you moan again. They had you seeing nothing but white as your walls fluttered against him, a near pornographic noise falling from your lips as you reached your high.

“There’s my good girl, that's it” he said, encouraging you as you came around him.

“Cum for me Henry. I need it, need to feel it inside me” you said, making his hips stutter as he came suddenly at your words, his eyes flickering in their sockets as he came. His load shooting upwards into you, coating your walls with him. Yours and his juices slipping out of you and onto his cock.

“Oh fuck” he grunted, his chest heaving as he breathed heavily, yours doing the same as you collapsed against him as he fell back, his back hitting your bed, his hands grasping your comforter. You felt him softening inside you, your walls still pulsing around him as you rested your head against his sweaty chest.

“That was fucking amazing” he swore.

“You’re the best” you said, making him growl and flip the both of you, his length falling from your warm and wet cunt, he was coated in a mixture of the both of you making you smile.

“Why didn’t we do that sooner?” he said, now lying on top of you, his arms supporting his weight.

“Because we’re idiots” you said, both of you laughing breathlessly.

“Be my girlfriend please?” he said, pushing hair out of your eyes as you smiled up at him.

“It would be my pleasure” you said, kissing him slowly, he let out a deep exhale from his nostrils.

“You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me and I want to tell everyone that you’re my girl. Will you let me tell everyone you’re my girl?” he said making your heart burst with joy.

“You better, everyone’s got to know you’re my man” you said, laughing up at him.

“I’m your man” he said, repeating the words more to himself than to you.

“You’re my man” you confirmed, making the both of you smile, you giggling as his lips began to attack your neck again.

#henry #henry cavill #henry cavill smut #henry cavill fluff #henry cavill fanfic #henry cavill and kal #henry cavill angst #henry cavill imagines #henry cavill imagine #henry cavill fandom #henry cavill fics #august walker #august walker smut #napoleon solo #charles brandon #geralt #man of steel

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misslilli · 3 years ago

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Felix Felicis

MSR. AU. PG-13. | tagging @today-in-fic | AO3

Chapter 14 - Last Chance For Spotting A Rainbow

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[ FM ]

The second Friday in school marks the end of the grace period for the first-grade parents where they can accompany their kids all the way to the classroom. From now on, we wait for them in front of the school with the other parents.

It also ends the grace period where I can “casually” bump into Miss Scully in front of her classroom and I’m a little disappointed, to say the least.

This morning though, I get lucky because when we enter the school, we run into her on the way from the teacher’s lounge to the classroom, a stack of books in her arms and a cup of coffee perched perilously on top of them.

Felix is ecstatic. “Good morning, Miss Scully!,” he yells from across the front hall and tugs me towards her.

She stops and waits for us, her coffee cup wobbling. “Good morning, Felix! Mr. Mulder!”

“Good morning! Do you need help with that?” I gesture towards her books but the shakes her head no.

“No, no, I’m fine, thanks. So Felix, you got any big plans for this weekend?” They’re walking in front of me and I’m proud of myself that I steal a glance at her ass only once. Okay and one at her legs. ‘Those heels, oh boy. Another pair to add to my inappropriate fantasies, in most of which she always wears heels. And nothing else.’

“Yeah, we’re going to the farmer’s market tomorrow! Have you ever been there Miss Scully?” Felix swigs his schoolbag along, his gaze never leaving her.

“Actually, me and my friends go there every Saturday, so maybe we’ll run into you guys there!” I somehow get the feeling that if Felix gets any say in this, we’ll be spending the whole day there until we run into her.

When we reach the classrooms, she finally lets me help her out. “Could you get my keys please? They’re in my back pocket. Just pull on the lanyard.” ‘Oh Lord. They’re in the freaking back pocket of her jeans. Of course they are. I just can’t seem to catch a break.’

Biting back a dirty joke – which I’m 100% positive she wouldn’t appreciate – I do as told and tug on the lanyard, unlocking her classroom door and opening the door for her. I briefly wonder if I should just put the keys back where they were, but the thought alone almost gives me a heart attack, so instead, I loop the lanyard with her keys around her neck and she smiles thankfully.

“Thanks. Have a good weekend, Mulder boys!”

After school, I don’t see her again because they’re, as Felix informs me, in the gym already. But I’m treated to a story about her in recess in the car.

“So I was sitting on the teacher’s bench again today and Miss Scully was talking to Miss Anderson and you know how they’re kind of weird and only ever use the first letters of their names? Miss Anderson always calls her “D” and I’ve been wondering forever what it stands for.” Yes I do know, I had to get him the book of first names from our library’s top shelf. Also, a kid’s definition of forever will never cease to amaze me. It’s been a few days, tops. I wait for him to continue.

“… and then, Miss Anderson said it, dad! She said: ‘Dana, I’m not sure this is gonna work!’ Now I finally know! …Dana.”

I nod, but on the inside, I sincerely hope that he hasn’t made the obvious connection, that her name is almost eerily similar to his mother’s first name. Just one letter.

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[ DS ]

That night, we order Chinese takeout, none of us particularly interested in cooking and we gather around the kitchen table. Sarah passes out the chopsticks while Holly opens a bottle of Shiraz, our classes clinking together for a toast. “Two weeks down! So girls, how was your week? Any juicy stories?,” Sarah asks, looking around at us expectantly.

“Well… I could tell you about that really awful date I had this week with Mark the banker, on which he made a move 10 minutes into the conversation buuuut I get the feeling someone else might have more interesting stories.” Holly points her chopsticks at me and grins, waggling her eyebrows. My own chopsticks pause halfway to my mouth.

“Me? Why?” I ask innocently, stuffing a piece of spring roll into my mouth.

“Very funny! You wanna tell me why I saw a very handsome dad leave your classroom all smiley faced on Tuesday?” ‘Busted.’

“What?! Mr. Mulder? How did I miss this?” Sarah looks at the both of us incredulously.

“Because your classroom isn’t across from D’s and you didn’t happen to look out through the window to see Dopey McSmileypants leave! So D, spill it, and don’t leave anything out!” I shrug nonchalantly.

“I asked a mom to help with read-alouds but her kid was sick, so since Mr. Mulder happened to stand there, I asked him if he could do it. Of course, the kids were all over him with questions, who are you, what are you doing here, you know how curious they are. He was a big hit with them, though, they absolutely loved him.” ‘They’re not the only ones though’

“Bet they weren’t the only ones who loved him, huh?” Damn Sarah for reading my mind! I laugh uncomfortably, shifting in my seat, but I nod. It was really nice to have him in my classroom. To cover for the fact that I’m not telling them the whole story, I help myself to some Kung-Pao Chicken. Sarah catches on anyway, of course she does.

“Wow, that’s mighty nice of him, to take an hour out of his workday to help you out! But I get the feeling that there’s more to the story, what aren’t you telling us, D?”

“Well… after he left, the kids had even more questions, they practically fell over each other, why are your cheeks so red Miss Scully, is he my boyfriend, or is he my husband? And… I caught myself thinking ‘Ya, I wish!’ …” I trail off, a little embarrassed at my admission.

“Man this is some serious Romeo and Juliet shit that’s going on here, D. So we’ve established that you like him, we suspect that he likes you too, judging by the glazed over look on his face when you walk by and he thinks no-one is watching. What’s the hold-up then?”

“Please don’t tell me we’re still hung up on the people talk – good reputation bs!” If I had hoped that the conversation would not take this turn, Holly quickly extinguishes it.

“I don’t know, guys… it’s not complete bs though, you know how I hate when people gossip about me behind my back, and dating the new guy in town puts me in a spotlight that I’m not particularly comfortable being in. I guess what’s worse however is that I’m scared. Like, terrified, of putting my heart out there again after that 2 year on-again-off-again shitshow with Steve last year.”

“That narcissistic asshole…,” Holly mutters under her breath and the others nod, remembering when I had finally hit emotional rock-bottom last year, after I realized that he’d gaslighted me over and over again, resulting in me having a mental breakdown curled up on the cold bathroom floor.

“My anxiety has been badever since, it’s getting better with therapy, but still… I just know I’ll screw it up. I’m damaged goods.” Alex, who hasn’t said anything yet, listening intently, finally speaks up.

“That’s not true, D. You’re getting help and you know we’re always there for you.” – “Yeah, we’ll kick anybody’s ass who dares to hurt you!” – “Don’t interrupt me, S. If he’d ask you out on a date, do you think you’ll say yes?” I consider this for a moment.

“I’m not sure. I don’t really know anything about him except that he seems to be a great dad and that he believes in aliens…” Holly bursts out laughing at the last part.

“What? Aliens?” I tell them the story that took place with the PTA parents in front of the school and the others join Holly’s laughter and I’m grateful that the conversation has taken a lighter turn.

“That’s too funny... You know, he could really learn a thing or two from his son, he asked us to his and his dad’s birthday party today at recess! It was so sweet, guys, I can’t even… We’re all invited, by the way – I think it’s going to be quite the event!” Felix had come up to Sarah and me today, holding out an official invitation and one that he had made himself, just for us.

“Yay, a party, I love me a good party! So, are we going to go?” Holly looks at us questioningly. Sarah only scoffs, rolling her eyes.

“Are you kidding? Of course we’re going to go!”

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suituuup · 4 years ago

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Could do where Beca actually joined Barden two years later than she should’ve because she initially joined the army, but was sent home after she lost both her legs in a horrific battle. She meets Chloe but is reluctant to have any kind of a relationship because she is so insecure about her body.

so this is what it feels like

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Barden University.

Beca looks at the sign and heavies a deep sigh as the car rolls forward, stopping at the curb a few minutes later. The driver steps out and takes her wheelchair out of the trunk, setting it up next to the open passenger door.

“Need any help?”

“I got it,” Beca mutters, shuffling to the edge of the seat and easily transferring to the chair. “Can you just hand me my bag? Thanks.”

She sets it on her lap and starts rolling away towards the main building, catching people staring. “What are you lookin’ at?” Beca spits out, glaring at a group of boys who instantly glance away.

She doesn’t want to be here. She was perfectly happy across the world, working for the Army. She had friends there, a family. A landmine took that away from her, as well as her two legs.

She was flown back to the States after an emergency amputation and moved in with her dad and the step monster. The following year was rough, as Beca dealt with both depression and PTSD. Numerous therapy sessions helped her figure how to live again and slowly dragged her out of her grieving state. She eventually agreed to her dad’s suggestion about going to college, figuring she couldn’t stay hauled up in the house forever.

She picked English as a major, as she’s sort of a book nerd, but she’s got no idea of what kind of job she wants to do.

She likes music and enjoys messing around on her computer making mixes but… it won’t ever be good enough for her to actually make a living out of it.

The first few days of classes are uneventful, except for the way people keep looking at her. Beca figures they’ll get used to it sooner or later, but for now, she glares.

She hangs out at the library a lot or at the coffee shop on campus to work on her mixes.

She’s at the library one afternoon, rolling up an aisle to get the book she copied the reference from on one of the computers.

“Damn it,” she mutters when she realizes it’s on one of the higher shelves, which are out of reach.

“Need any help?”

Normally, Beca would say I got it, because she hates relying on other people, but one, she really doesn’t have it and two, the words die in her throat when she takes a good look at the stranger.

A redhead, with the most vibrant eyes and smile Beca’s ever seen.

Her brain eventually reboots and she blushes slightly out of embarrassment for taking so long to reply. “Um yeah. Could you grab me that green book on the top shelf?”

“Sure thing,” the stranger chirps, standing on the tips of her toes to grab it. “Here you go.”

Beca takes it, setting it on her lap. “Thanks.”

She’s about to roll away, when the girl speaks again. “Would you be interested in joining an acapella group?”

Beca’s eyebrow shoots up. “Aren’t you supposed to be able to dance, too?”

“Not necessarily. I mean, we could figure something out, if you’re interested.”

“I’m not. I don’t— I don’t even sing.”

“Oh. Okay. Too bad.” She winks. “See ya around.”

She continues on her way, and Beca on hers.

Beca sees her again two weeks later, at the Barden Beanery. She’s stuck outside because the damn automatic door won’t work and of course it’s starting to rain.

“For fucks sake,” she grumbles, hitting the button once more.

“I’ll get it for you.”

Beca looks over her shoulder to see that same girl from the library heading over. “Oh. Hey there, acapella nerd,” she teases as she manœuvres her chair to roll into the coffee shop. “Thanks.”

“No worries,” she replies, smiling softly. “Wow, this place is packed.”

Beca nods towards a table in the corner. “I think those guys are leaving.”

“Nice catch. Mind if we share?”

Beca shrugs. “Yeah, sure.”

She tucks her chair in the free space at the table and opens her backpack to pull out her laptop, ordering a black coffee and a slice of carrot cake when the waitress comes by.

She and the redhead work in silence for a while, Beca with her headphones on (one ear left uncovered) as she messes around with her mixes. She soon loses herself into the music, bopping her head up and down to the rhythm.

“What?” She asks when she catches the other girl staring, blue-grey eyes peering at her above her laptop.

“Nothing,” she murmurs, a serene smile on her features. “I was just wondering what your name was.”

“Oh, right. I’m Beca.”

“Beca,” Chloe repeats, nodding. “I’m Chloe.”

“Cool to meet you, Chloe the nerd.”

“I’m not a nerd!” She cries, laughing.

“You’re in an acapella group, so you’re a nerd by definition.”

Chloe rolls her eyes. “Fine.”

They work together for another hour, Chloe bidding her goodbye when she has to get to rehearsals. Beca sticks around until 7, heading back to her hall to head dinner.

“Hi!”

Beca looks up to see Chloe popping down on the seat across from her at that same table as three weeks ago. It’s a week later, and the place is near empty this time around, so Beca’s confused as to why she decided to sit with her.

“Um, hello?” It looks like Chloe’s here to stay, and Beca can’t say she minds? Weird. “You look happy.”

“I am! The Bellas and I are competing this weekend.”

“Competing?” Beca cocks an eyebrow. “So this acapella thing is pretty serious, then?”

“Totes!” Totes? “Our plan is to get selected for the National championships in NYC.”

“Wow. Well, I hope you guys make it.”

“Thanks! You should come check us out if you don’t have anything planned.”

Beca scrunches you her nose. “I don’t know how I feel about being in the same room as so many nerds.”

A laugh flits past Chloe’s lips. “What are you working on anyway?”

“Um, mixes. I mix music.”

Chloe’s eyes adorably pop wider. “You mix music?? That’s so cool. Can I listen?”

The normal Beca would have said no in a heartbeat. She didn’t plan on making any friends, the last year’s events making her more withdrawn and more of a loner. But there’s something about this Chloe, something Beca can’t pinpoint, that makes it impossible for her to say no.

“Yeah sure, if you want to.”

Beaming, Chloe switches chairs to sit next to Beca as Beca takes off her headphones to hand them over. She selects her Titanium + Bulletproof mashup and hits play, taking a sip from her drink as it starts.

The look on Chloe’s face as she listens, one of pure enjoyment, makes Beca’s chest swell with something unfamiliar.

“This is amazing!” Chloe nearly shouts, shrinking in her seat when people’s heads turn towards her. In a lower tone, she adds, “Sorry.”

Beca chuckles. “Yeah? You like it?”

Chloe takes off the headphones. Her eyes are sparkling, the same way Beca’s do when she listens to something she’s really into. “I really do. Have you thought about making a career out of music?”

Beca shrugs. “I did, yeah. I thought about going to LA, but my dad didn’t like that idea because he doesn’t believe there’s a career to be made. He wants me to try college first, for at least a year. I think he’s still pissed about me enlisting in the Army without telling him.”

“How long were you in the Army for?”

“Only a couple years,” Beca says, motioning towards her legs next. “Then this happened.”

Chloe grimaces. “I’m sorry.”

“Yeah, well…” her shoulder lifts in a half shrug. It took her while to reach that state of mind; to stop being angry at the world for what she was going through. She learned to accept her handicap and to live with it, even if some days prove to be really fucking difficult. “It is what it is.”

She doesn’t know why, but that weekend, she finds herself attending that acapella competition to check out the Bellas. The songs suck big time and the outfits are questionable, but Beca is too enthralled by Chloe’s beautiful voice to really care about the rest.

“You came!” Chloe exclaims in surprise when she spots Beca at the end of the show. She’s bending down to hug Beca before Beca can protest, and Beca feels her face heat up as she awkwardly pats her back.

“Congrats on being selected,” she says when Chloe pulls away, her lips stretching in her first genuine smile in a long while.

“Thanks! What are you doing later?”

“Um… nothing planned. Why?”

“Wanna order pizza and watch something on Netflix?”

Chloe’s question makes Beca hesitate for a few beats. She truly doesn’t know what Chloe sees in her, as it’s not like Beca has made any efforts to strike up a friendship, but she has to admit that spending time with Chloe is nice.

“Sure, yeah.”

The night turns out to be one of the best Beca’s had in a while. She doesn’t remember laughing that much since before, and it’s all thanks to Chloe and her dorky sense of humor and positive energy. They hang out more over the next few weeks, either at the coffee shop or at Beca’s dorm, and Beca quickly develops a crush on her new friend, berating herself as soon as she acknowledges her feelings.

Even if Chloe does feel the same way, which is unlikely, it’s not like she’d go out with someone like Beca.

“I need your help,” Chloe blurts one day, plopping down across Beca at their usual table.

“What’s up?” Beca asks, glancing up from her book.

“Our set list sucks. There’s no way we’ll make it through to the ICCA’s.” She sighs, then nibbles on her bottom lip for a couple seconds. “I was thinking… maybe you could make us a setlist? We’ll totes pay you.”

Beca rolls her eyes. “You don’t have to pay me. But would Aubrey be okay with me helping?”

“She will be, I’ll talk to her.”

They spend the next few hours brainstorming songs, eating pizza and drinking root beer on the floor of Beca’s room.

“How ‘bout Don’t You Forget About Me? It’s a cool song,” Beca suggests; they’ve been stuck on the third song for over thirty minutes. “So while a few of you sing the end of Price Tag, the lead could start singing Won’t you, come see about me, I’ll be alone, dancing you know it baby,” Beca sang, faltering when she caught Chloe’s weird look. “What?”

“You can sing!” She nearly shouts, her jaw dropped as she shoved Beca’s shoulder. “What the fuck, you told me you couldn’t!”

Beca chuckles. “I was afraid you might harass me if I told you I could,” she pauses, eyeing Chloe. “Am I wrong?”

Chloe grimaces, blushing slightly. “No. We were really desperate at the start of the year.” She shakes her head. “I can’t believe how good you sound.”

Embarrassment wrinkles the bridge of Beca’s nose. “I’m pretty rusty. Your voice’s beautiful, though.”

“Thanks, Becs.”

They work on the arrangement for another two hours, and just like that it gets past midnight, but it’s done.

“We did it!” Chloe cheers, throwing her arms up. She hugs Beca tightly, almost making her topple over from the force of it. “You’re the best.”

“Jesus, Chlo,” Beca laughs, hugging back and momentarily melting into the soothing embrace, kind of never wanting to let go.

Chloe’s eyes flicker down to her mouth when she pulls away, and Beca barely has time to inhale before Chloe’s lips are on hers, soft and tender and just… right. Beca loses herself into the kiss for a second; a blissful second where her mind goes blank, before her insecurities slam into her brain at once and wrench her out of the liplock.

“I’m-- I’m sorry, I thought--”

“Well you thought wrong,” Beca mutters, gaze fastened on her thighs. She can’t. She can’t start something and have Chloe change her mind when she realizes she could do much better than Beca. “Can you go, please?”

“I… okay.”

Chloe swallows and hastily gathers her stuff, the door soon clicking shut behind her.

Beca doesn’t see her for a week; she doesn’t go to the coffee shop, preferring to stay hauled up in her room to work through her frustration.

A knock at the door cuts through her thoughts one night as Beca is chilling on her bed messing around with more mixes.

“One sec,” she calls out, shuffling to the edge of the mattress and transferring herself into her wheelchair. She rolls to the door and unlocks it, pulling it open as she backs up to make room. Chloe is standing on the other side. “Hey.”

“Hi,” she says, her greeting uncharacteristically quiet. “Can I come in?”

Beca nods and backs up some more, waiting for Chloe to slip inside.

“Aubrey loved the setlist,” she murmurs with a soft, albeit nervous smile. “She says thank you.”

Beca nods. “That’s good, I’m glad.”

A sigh puffs past Chloe’s lips. “I’m really sorry about the other day. I shouldn’t-- I shouldn’t have kissed you.”

Beca wets her lips, finding the courage to meet Chloe’s eyes. “I shouldn’t have snapped. You didn’t do anything wrong, it’s just--” she sighs, struggling to find the right words.

“Just what?” Chloe presses gently.

“You don’t-- you don’t want this.”

Chloe tilts her head to the side. “What are you talking about?”

“Look at me,” Beca raises her voice, motioning towards her amputated limbs. Tears burn behind her eyes as the frustration that’s been bubbling up inside of her finally bursts out. “I don’t have legs, Chlo! I can’t walk, I can’t dance, I can’t-- do normal person stuff.”

“Beca…” Chloe whispers, taking a few steps forward and kneeling in front of Beca’s chair. Beca averts her eyes, hating that she’s on the verge of crying. “Look at me,” she coaxes gently, reaching up to cup Beca’s cheek. “It breaks my heart for you that you don’t get to do those things anymore, but it doesn’t change how I feel about you, or the fact that I want to be with you.”

Beca blinks, the shield surrounding her heart splitting open and vulnerability shining in her eyes. “You… want to be with me?”

Chloe simply smiles. “I thought that was pretty obvious.”

Beca’s eyes flutter shut for a few beats as she puffs out a breath, trying to tame down her insecurities about her body and letting people in in general.

“Hey,” Chloe murmurs, squeezing her hand. “I don’t want to make you do anything you’re not ready for, alright? If you do feel the same way, we can take it slow. You set the tone.”

Chloe’s words soothe the anxiety swirling in Beca’s belly and her heart swells; she trusts Chloe and her intentions and god, she really wants to be with her, too.

Leaning forward, she cups the side of Chloe’s neck and brushes her lips across hers. Chloe hums, smiling against Beca’s mouth before she kisses back.

“I’m taking you out on a date tomorrow night,” she says when they eventually pull away.

Mind still tipped upside down from that kiss, Beca blinks and nods, a dizzy smile spreading across her lips. “Alright, nerd.”

The next few weeks turn out to be amazing as they easily fall into a relationship dynamic. They hang out even more, texting whenever they’re not together. It’s kind of gross, how happy Beca feels, but she figures she deserves it after everything.

“Can we um— pump on the brakes a little?” She asks breathlessly one evening, squeezing Chloe’s waist as she straddles Beca’s lap.

“Yeah, of course,” Chloe rasps, smiling sheepishly. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry. I liked that, I just— I’m not there yet.”

She’s terrified Chloe might not find her attractive or worse, be grossed out when she finally sees Beca completely naked.

“That’s okay,” Chloe assures her, pecking her lips. “You set the tone, remember?”

“Thank you,” Beca murmurs, truly appreciative of Chloe’s selflessness. “Hey, so um, I have my first physical therapy session with my prosthetics next week and uh, I guess I would like it if you could be there?”

She’s had countless appointments over the last few months to get measurements and fittings for her prosthetic limbs, and she would finally see whether or not she could walk in them next week. While she’s been wary so far about including Chloe to that part of her life, she knows she’ll need someone there for emotional support, and she can’t think of anyone better than her amazing girlfriend.

Chloe’s eyes widen. “Yeah? That’s exciting!” Softening, she adds, “Of course I’ll be there.”

Beca is a nervous wreck by the time her appointment comes around. After much internal back and forth about whether she wanted Chloe to be in the room while they set up the prosthetics and for her to see her stumps, Beca eventually figured she would sooner or later anyway.

Chloe doesn’t show any signs of being grossed out once Beca’s pants are off, and she even grabs Beca’s hand and presses a kiss to her knuckles, as though reading Beca’s mind and guessing she needed some sort of reassurance.

Once the technician slipped the sleeves and liners on Beca’s residual limbs, she straps the prosthetics on. “How does that feel?”

“So far so good.”

“Alright, ready to take some steps?”

Anticipation and slight nerves swirl in Beca’s guts as she nods, moving her wheelchair in front of the metal bars. She puts the brakes on and with the technician’s help, rises to her feet.

Her trembling hands reach for the bars as the technician holds onto her waist with a belt in case she loses her balance.

“Let’s try a couple stationary steps first,” she advises, and Beca manages to lift one foot after the other, familiarizing herself with the feeling. “Great job. Let’s try a couple steps?”

Beca nods, exhaling slowly and gripping the bars tighter as she moves her right foot ahead, then her left. It’s wobbly and the sockets are a bit uncomfortable, but she knows it’s just a question of getting used to. Tears sting her eyes because she’s walking again, and while she knows the road ahead is still long, she also knows she’s going in the right direction.

“Doing okay?” The other woman asks as Beca takes another two steps.

“Yeah, I just need a small break.” It’s much more exhausting than she thought, sweat beading on her forehead already.

Chloe’s grinning from ear to ear when Beca glances back at her. “You’re walking, babe.”

“Yeah,” Beca exhales with a disbelieving laugh. “I won’t take you out dancing right away, but someday.”

Someday.

Chloe takes her out for a celebratory dinner after and once they’re back to Beca’s dorm and on her bed to watch something on Netflix, Beca doesn’t reach for her computer, capturing Chloe’s lips in a yearning kiss instead.

Their make out session quickly turns hot and heavy, and Beca whips her top over her head at some point, staring at Chloe with darkened eyes.

“Are you sure?”

“I love you,” Beca murmurs instead, cradling Chloe’s cheek tenderly. “I’m so sure.”

Chloe’s eyes soften, and a dazzling smile spreads across her lips as she kisses Beca. “I love you, too.”

Time slows down after that as they explore this new window in their relationship, and Beca doesn’t feel one bit uncomfortable about her appearance, not when Chloe is showering her body with so much love.

The next couple months are pretty much perfect. Chloe and the Bellas win the ICCA’s, Beca continues making progress in physical therapy, to the point where she’s able to walk short distances with just the help of a cane.

On Chloe’s graduation day, she shows up not in her wheelchair but on her feet, intending on surprising her girlfriend, who has no idea she got that far. She spots Chloe talking with her family across the room after the ceremony and slowly but surely makes her way over, gripping the bouquet of flowers in her right hand tighter as nerves over meeting Chloe’s parents sprout in her belly.

“Oh my god,” Chloe croaks, her eyes widening and a bright smile lighting up her features when she finally sees Beca.

“Hey you,” Beca greets with a lopsided grin, laughing softly when Chloe shakes her head in awe and tucks herself into her arms. Beca inhales her scent, closing her eyes as she basks in the closeness. “Congratulations. I’m so fucking proud of you.”

Chloe kisses her softly, taking the bouquet from her to slip her hand into Beca’s now free one and gently tugging her to the older pair.

“You must be Beca,” Chloe’s dad says, his eyes the same vibrant blue as his daughter’s as he extends his hand. “It’s nice to finally meet you.”

“You too, sir,” Beca replies, accepting the handshake.

“Please, call me Mike.”

“And I’m Alice,” Chloe’s mom introduces herself next, her smile warm and genuine.

“You’re joining us for lunch, right?” Mike asks, offering a matching smile.

Beca smiles and her heart warms, not having expected an invitation. “Um, yeah, sure. I’d love to.”

Chloe kisses Beca’s cheek once her parents start to make their way to the car, walking slowly to match Beca’s pace.

“What?” Beca asks when she notices Chloe is staring at her profile.

“Nothing,” Chloe murmurs, squeezing Beca’s hand. “I’m just really happy.”

The Beca from a year ago would have never thought she’d know what it felt like; to be loved and loving someone like she did Chloe. Yet, here she is, the happiest she’s ever been, and she’s got the feeling it’s just starting.

“Me, too.”

#bechloe #bechloe fanfic #chloe beale #beca mitchell #pitch perfect fanfiction

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chocolatequeennk · 4 years ago

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Forever Timeless, 4/23

Summary: Two months after the Dalek Crucible, the Doctor and Rose are getting used to having the biggest family on Earth. As they visit Leadworth in 1996, Victorian England, a mysterious desert planet, and Elizabethan England, those family and friends often help in unexpected ways. But no matter where they go or who they’re with, it’s always the Doctor in the TARDIS with RoseTyler–just as it should be.

Ten x Rose, Donna x Lee

Betaed by @saecookie, @rudennotgingr, @pellaaearien, and @jabber-who-key

Tagging @doctorroseprompts for Doctor/Rose content

Part 7 of Being to Timelessness

AO3 | FF.NET | TSP

Ch 1 | Ch 2 | Ch 3

Chapter Four: At Last

The Doctor looked at Lee as the TARDIS spun slowly in the Vortex. “I’ve got the coordinates all set. Are you ready to see Donna again?”

Lee nodded. “Please.”

The Doctor flipped the lever, and the time rotor moved up and down with its typical grinding, wheezing sound. Lee shook his head, amazement etched across his features. He studied the TARDIS like someone who’d heard about them all his life and couldn’t believe he was finally seeing one.

“Just n-never thought I would be inside a TARDIS,” he explained when Rose looked at him questioningly.

Rose reached out and patted the central column. “Put on a good show for him, dear.”

The TARDIS lights flashed, and they spun through time and space at a dizzying speed. The ship landed hard enough to send them all to the grating. Everyone laughed, no one harder than Lee.

The Doctor jumped up and brushed himself off. “Let’s go see what Donna and Jenny are up to,” he said, jogging up the ramp.

Rose’s phone chimed, and the Doctor had a sinking feeling he knew what the incoming message said. He waited for Rose to read it, and her sigh confirmed his fears.

“Oi, Sunshine. When we said a week, we meant an Earth week, as in seven days. You’re late.”

“Oh… this is bad.” The Doctor ran his hand through his hair. He could already feel the bleach burning his scalp.

“What’s wrong?” Lee asked.

“We landed a day later than we promised to meet Jenny and Donna,” Rose said as she typed out the text and hit send. She looked up in time to see Lee smile and shake his head. “What?”

“Just imaging Donna’s reaction.”

oOoOo

Donna was in the middle of telling Jenny exactly what she planned to say to the Doctor when her phone chimed with a text notification.

“Oh, that better be them,” she muttered as she fished it out of her purse.

Sorry we’re late, Rose said. We brought something for you.

Donna snorted. “If they think some little rinky-dink souvenir is going to make me forget they actually did strand us, they need to think again.” She picked up her bag and tossed a note on the table to cover the bill. “Come on, Jenny.”

They could see the TARDIS from the edge of the park, and Donna unconsciously picked up her pace. At the moment, she couldn’t tell if she were more eager to be home, or to give the Doctor a piece of her mind. Either way, she was glad to see the TARDIS.

When they were about ten feet away, the Doctor stuck his head out of the TARDIS. “Are you coming?” he asked.

Donna stopped and put her hand on her hip. “Oi, don’t get shirty with me, Spaceman,” she told him. “What did I tell you about not leaving us stranded in Barcelona? You’re just lucky the hotel had a vacancy so we could keep our room for another night—and lucky Jenny was positive you would only be a day or two late.”

An amused chuckle cut off Donna’s tirade, and she whirled around to tell the innocent bystander exactly where he could put his busybody nose.

But the sight of a familiar face drew her up short. “Lee!” she gasped. Then she put her hands over her mouth, for once in her life completely speechless.

“Hello, D- D- Donna.”

The stuttering broke through her shock, and she ran to him, reaching out to touch his face, his hair, anything just to convince herself he was really there.

Her hands finally settled on his shoulders, and she clung to him just as she had in their last moments together in the Library. “Oh God, oh God. Is this real?”

“You’re real,” Lee said, holding her just as desperately. “I hoped you were real.”

“I found you. I promised I’d find you, and I did. I found you.”

Donna pulled back and cupped his face between her hands. “But… how? And where?”

“I got t- t- trapped,” he explained. “Between worlds.”

“When we activated the transmat at the Library, the Reality Bomb was in full effect,” the Doctor explained.

Donna tore her gaze away from Lee to pay attention to his explanation.

“And Lee’s transmat beam, unfortunately, got caught in the Void—the space between the universes. He was literally stuck in a crack between worlds. Somehow, the crack opened up in the bedroom of a little girl in 1996, which was where we found Lee.”

A shiver ran down Donna’s spine. “I thought you said all of that was repairing itself. Closing back up like it had never happened.”

The Doctor tugged on his ear. “Strictly speaking, it didn’t happen. Not in this timeline. Mickey and Pete and Jackie were only able to hop through because Pete’s World ran ahead of ours, and things hadn’t yet—”

“I asked about Lee, not the whole bloody universe.”

He cleared his throat. “Right. Sorry. Welllll… the crack was closing when we found Lee. But he’s here now!” he said quickly, before she could react.

Donna pulled Lee into a hug. “I can’t believe I came so close to losing you,” she whispered. His hand stroked her hair, and she had to swallow back tears. “I spent so long looking for you…”

Rose caught Jenny’s eye and gestured towards the park. Taking the Doctor’s hand, she pulled him towards the trees, trusting their daughter to follow.

oOoOo

Lee closed his eyes and rested his head on top of Donna’s. Her whispered confession eased one concern he’d had—that what they’d had in the Library had all been a lie.

Up until then, he’d felt a bit like he was on a first date, sweaty palms and all. But now… “I was sent to the Library to find out what happened. Instead I found you.”

Donna stepped back half a step and looked up at him. “What do you mean, you were sent?”

He lowered his voice and leaned in. “I’m a Time Agent,” he told her quietly.

“You mean Rose was right?” Donna exclaimed.

Lee chuckled. “Yes, she was.” He frowned. “I apparently spent 100 years in the Library’s mainframe, and I still don’t know what happened.”

Donna smiled and took his hand. “Well I can answer that,” she said. “Come on, let’s go for a walk.”

“We were supposed to have a quiet day in,” Donna started. “I was painting my toes, Jenny was reading, and Rose was painting. Then the Doctor came in and told us to get ready to go…”

Lee listened raptly to the tale, from the message on the psychic paper to the surprise strangers arriving in the Library to the lights suddenly going out.

He sucked in a breath when Donna repeated the Doctor’s warning. “Count the shadows.”

“Vashta Nerada,” he breathed.

Donna rolled her eyes. “Of course you’ve heard of them.” She sighed. “Am I always going to be the only one who doesn’t know things?”

Lee blinked at her. This insecurity… It hadn’t been there in the Library. But maybe the program of the computer had given her the confidence she apparently lacked. It had certainly made other changes, like making his stutter even worse than it was in reality.

Donna took a breath and continued the story. “So, one of the crew was taken. Eaten, I guess. And as soon as the Doctor knew how big of a threat it was, he wanted to send me and Jenny back to the TARDIS to be safe. He dragged us into the little shop, with the transmat pad by the door.”

Lee nodded. That was when their story began, then.

oOoOo

The Doctor wrapped his arm around Rose’s shoulder as they walked the paths in the park. They’d taken off in the opposite direction of Donna and Lee, with Jenny walking beside them, telling them all about their week long holiday.

The Doctor held Rose close as he thought about the other couple and wondered how things were going for them. He remembered how devastated Donna had been when she’d gotten back from the pocket universe in the Library computer. She’d had the life she’d always wanted, but it had been fake.

Hopefully Lee can make it real this time, Rose said, following his train of thought.

He hummed in agreement. I hope so. I just… He took a moment to soak in everything they had—each other, their bond, their daughter walking with them. Donna deserves all of this, too.

Rose stretched up and kissed him on the cheek. “You’re very sweet sometimes,” she whispered.

Her phone beeped before he could reply. Rose checked the text, but all three of them had turned back towards the TARDIS as soon as they heard the chime, guessing what the message was.

oOoOo

Rose smiled when she caught sight of the couple. They were sitting across from each other at a picnic table, holding hands.

It looks like Donna’s worries that the real Lee might not care about her didn’t come true.

The Doctor hummed. Yep. Oh, I’m glad.

Donna saw them first and she jumped up. “About time you got back here,” she snarked. “Although I shouldn’t be surprised you’re late… don’t think I’ve forgotten you were a whole day late getting here.” She gestured at the Doctor’s head. “Nice platinum blonde, I think.”

“But… you…” The Doctor gestured vaguely between Donna and Lee. “I had a good reason for being late! And aren’t you glad the TARDIS took us to Leadworth to find him?”

Donna’s teasing expression faded to happiness. “Yeah. All right, you’re off the hook this time, Spaceman. But next time…” She raised an eyebrow meaningfully.

“So, are we ready to go back to Cardiff?” Jenny asked. “I bet Gran is wondering where we are.”

Rose rolled her eyes. “Mum will find something to mutter about, no matter when we arrive. But, as long as we don’t need to make any stops first…”

She looked at Donna and Lee. “You’re certainly welcome to come with us, Lee. We have a few friends who might be very interested to meet you, actually. I understand if you aren’t up for meeting a whole group of new people today, though. We could drop you and Donna off somewhere and come back after the party, if you’d rather.”

Lee shook his head. “I’ll come with you.”

“Excellent!” The Doctor, still worried about his hair, darted to the TARDIS and unlocked the door. “Come on them, what are we waiting for?”

“I was going to say that your mother-in-law’s anger at you missing the party would be punishment enough, but you’ll just natter on about how this is a time machine.” Donna pursed her lips. “And you’ll be able to get us back in time without her even knowing we were almost late. It’s almost not fair.”

“Jackie’s stubborn refusal to grasp the basics of time travel can be frustrating, but it does have its advantages,” the Doctor agreed.

oOoOo

The Doctor watched his little entourage as he and Rose flew the TARDIS back to Cardiff. Donna was watching Lee like she thought he was going to disappear again, and he had her hand clasped firmly in his own.

Jenny sat on the jump seat, watching the two of them. The Doctor tilted his head and studied his daughter. There was something… off in the way she was holding herself.

Let’s take Jenny for a trip on her own as soon as we can, he suggested to Rose.

Rose turned slightly to watch Jenny for a moment, and then she nodded.

Their landing was soft, and Rose led the way to the top of the ramp. “Time to visit family,” she told everyone. “Lee… I know you agreed to come, but please don’t feel like you need to spend time with my mum. I love her, but she can be… a lot.”

Lee smiled reassuringly. “I’m pretty sure I’ve met people more difficult than your mum, Rose.”

“I wouldn’t bet on it,” the Doctor muttered under his breath.

Rose glared at him, and he smiled unrepentantly back. They both knew that the faux antagonistic vibe between him and Jackie was all for show… Well, mostly.

“All right,” he said, gesturing for them all to leave the ship. “If we don’t get out there now, she’ll be banging on the door wondering why we’re staying in this box.”

Rose opened the door and started laughing when she saw her mum halfway to them.

“Well, what are you waiting for?” Jackie said. “I don’t know why you’d want to stay in that box when the party is inside.”

Rose stepped outside and moved aside so everyone else could exit the TARDIS. Jackie’s eyes lit on Lee, and Rose nodded. “Donna brought a plus one, if that’s okay.”

Jackie smiled. “Of course! Now come on, the party is nearly started.” She turned and led the way back to the front door.

A car pulled into the drive as they were walking inside, and Rose raised her eyebrows when she realised that Martha and Mickey had arrived together. The Doctor had told her about the timelines he had noticed, but she hadn’t really given it much thought.

The two groups met at the front door and entered the house together. “It’s about time you all got here,” Jack called from the living room. “I was starting…”

His voice trailed off when he caught sight of Lee. “Well hello,” he said. “Jack Harkness, and you are…”

“Not interested,” Donna said firmly. “This is Lee. Lee McAvoy. We met at the Library.”

Rose covered her mouth with her hand to hide her smile at Donna’s clever wording, but to her surprise, Jack’s gaze sharpened.

“Lee McAvoy? At the Library?” he said, emphasising the article.

Donna looked back and forth between the two men. “Oh right,” she said after a minute. “Jack used to be a Time Agent, too.”

“Yeah, and I remember hearing about an agent who was lost in the whole quarantine of the Library.” He looked at the Doctor. “You know, I actually wondered about Lee here when you told us you’d been to the Library. But I assumed if you didn’t mention him that you hadn’t met.”

He looked at Donna, then at her hand clasped in Lee’s. “I guess I was asking the wrong person,” he said, waggling his eyebrows.

“Jaaaaack,” the Doctor said, exasperated.

“You know, I’ve heard of Jack Harkness, too,” Lee interjected.

Jack leaned forward. “Oh yeah? The tales of my greatness go before me?”

Lee shook his head soberly, bur Rose noticed a glimmer in his eyes. “N-no. The tales of your…” He opened and closed his mouth a few times. “Of your nakedness.”

The whole group burst into laughter. “He’s got you there, Captain Cheesecake,” Mickey said, pounding the man on the back.

“Why are you naked in all the stories, Mr. Jack?” a very young voice asked.

Rose bit her lip and looked down at her little brother, who had snuck into the room when no one had noticed. Oh dear, she thought, looking at the unamused expression on her mum’s face.

“Oh really?” Jackie said as she picked up Tony. “What kind of stories have you been telling my little boy, Harkness?”

She ignored Jack’s incoherent sputtering and wheeled on Pete. “And you, Mister. We’ll be talking about you taking Tony with you to work.” She swept out of the room, and everyone let out collective breath.

“I see what you mean, Rose,” Lee offered, and the tension broke into laughter.

Jenny slipped away from the group, making her way to the kitchen. Pete was pulling dishes out of the cupboards. “Can I help set the table?” she said, guessing what he was up to.

“Of course.”

They each picked up a stack of dishes and carried them into the dining room. As they laid plates around the table, Jenny felt her granddad watching her.

“Jackie tells me Donna brought a plus one tonight,” he said after a few minutes.

Jenny’s hand clenched around the knives she held. “Yeah. Lee McAvoy. They were married in a parallel universe, and we’ve been trying to find him.”

Pete nodded; he understood different universes and different lives better than anyone. “I’m glad Donna was able to find him. She’s seemed a little sad this summer.”

Jenny sighed. Donna had been sad, which made her own upset that much more selfish. “Yeah,” she said quietly.

They finished setting the table, and then Jenny followed Pete back into the kitchen. “Of course,” he said, “Lee joining your group changes the dynamics a bit, doesn’t it?”

Jenny bit her lip, then let everything she was feeling spill out. “Yeah. Mum and Dad, and Donna and Lee. And then me. Just Jenny. I’m the fifth wheel.”

She dropped onto a bench and slouched. “I don’t fit anymore.”

Pete held out a hand and pulled her to her feet. “Then you have to find a way to make yourself fit,” he said firmly. “Come on; dinner is just about ready.”

oOoOo

After supper had been cleared from the table, the Doctor clapped his hands. “All right everyone, may I have your attention!”

“Oh, we’d better listen to him, or he’ll find a way to blow up the dining room or something,” Jackie said sardonically. Everyone else laughed.

The Doctor rolled his eyes. “If you’re done taking the mick—”

“Never,” Mickey said.

“Then maybe,” he continued, raising his voice a little, “you’d like to hear my new safety resolution.”

“Oh, for—” Jackie took a large gulp of her wine. “I’m going to regret this, but let’s hear it.”

“Thank you, Jackie.” Finally, everyone quieted and gave him their full attention. “All of you have travelled with us at one time or another, and most of you have had the… let’s say the misfortune of being stranded.”

Mickey nodded. “On a spaceship in eighteenth century France.”

“Quite right, Mickey Smith. And now, we’re all going our separate ways, to a certain extent. Some of us are in Cardiff,” he gestured at Pete and Jack, “Some in London,” Mickey and Martha, “And some of you might not even live in this time.” This to Lee. “And since we all seem to find trouble more easily than most, I’d like to offer… let’s call it a safety button.”

“What are you thinking, Doctor?” Martha asked. “Project Indigo was completely dismantled by UNIT when the Earth was put back where it belonged.”

Jack held up the wrist that had his vortex manipulator. “I’ve got my own safety button.”

Lee reached into his back pocket and pulled out an identical device. “Me t-t-too.”

“Where did you get that?” Donna exclaimed.

Lee pointed at himself. “T-t-t…” He paused and took a breath. “Time Agent,” he said, forcing the words out.

The Doctor interrupted before Donna insisted on a full history of where he’d been hiding his Vortex Manipulator this whole time. “Excellent, the two of you are covered then. But for the rest of you, what I’m about to suggest is the next best thing.”

The soft murmur of conversation around the table stopped and everyone looked at him. The Doctor nodded and launched into his explanation.

“The TARDIS and I have been working on a little project.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out ten thin pieces of wire. “These are homing beacons. I’ll just install these in your mobile phones under the battery. If you’re ever in trouble and need us to come get you, just press and hold 9 and it’ll activate the beacon.”

“I hate to admit it,” Jackie said, “but that’s actually a good idea.”

Everyone around the table nodded and pulled their phones out. The Doctor rolled his eyes at Jackie, but went to work on installing the homing beacons onto all of the phones, working down the line.

The last phone on the table was a plastic toy mobile. He looked down at his young brother-in-law, staring up at him with all the seriousness a three-year-old could muster. “I wanna be able to call you too, Doctor.”

The Doctor ruffled the boy’s hair. “Absolutely, Tony Tyler.” He picked up the toy and pointed the sonic screwdriver at it, letting the sound fill the room for a few seconds before he stopped. Then he handed the toy back to Tony.

“There you go. One Tony Tyler homing beacon, ready to go.”

The nanny, who had been waiting at the doorway, came in and held her hand out. “Come on, Tony, you got to talk to the Doctor like you wanted. It’s time for your bath now.”

“Night, Doctor! Night Rosie!”

“Oh, I don’t warrant a good night,” Jackie said, but the Doctor was fairly certain she sounded less irritated than usual.

Sally, the housekeeper, brought out coffee and tea and placed them on the sidebar. Jackie smiled and thanked her, then looked at the group.

“As long as we’re all making announcements, I’ve got one of my own. You’re all invited to our place for Christmas. We’ve got plenty of room for all of you, if we pull out the couches.”

Mickey and Martha both started shaking their heads. “We can’t get that long off,” Mickey said. “We’ll be doing good to get out here for dinner and back to London before we’re expected to be at work the next day.”

“Oh, come on,” Jackie wheedled. “It won’t be the same without you.”

The Doctor got an idea, and after gaining Rose’s approval, he spoke up. “There is a way we could have a holiday house party and still get everyone to work on time the next day.”

“How’s that, boss?”

Martha got it immediately, though. “If we leave the current timeline for the week, right Doctor?”

He nodded. “We could take everyone off-world for a holiday trip. Pick you all up on the 23rd, say, and then bring you back the next morning. Not only do you get a few days’ holiday, you’ll still have Christmas Day at home to catch up on laundry or whatever.”

“I’m not spending our first Christmas together in a hotel on some strange alien planet,” Jackie protested.

“But we could rent a house,” Rose told her. “You could do all the grocery shopping and bring everything with you, and then you’d still get to host the party just like you wanted.”

Jackie pursed her lips. “You’ll help him find a house?” she pressed.

The Doctor rolled his eyes, but he kept his mouth shut.

“Yeah, I’ll help him.”

Jackie looked around at everyone. “Are you all okay with this?”

Mickey nodded. “It’ll be nice to get away for more than a day,” he said. “UNIT has been working us hard for the last few months, trying to clean up the mess left by the Daleks.”

“All right then,” Jackie conceded. “We’ll go away for the holiday.” She pointed at the Doctor. “But we better not end up on the planet Zhoz.”

“I’ll have you know—”

Jackie waved him off. “Come on, everyone. Get yourself a cuppa and let’s go sit down in the living room.”

oOoOo

Rose took her cuppa and went to an over-stuffed armchair tucked slightly away from the rest of the seating arrangement. She tucked her legs up underneath herself and watched her family.

Jack and Lee were swapping stories from the Time Agency. Donna was sitting pressed against Lee’s side, and every once in a while she’d interject with a story of her own from traveling on the TARDIS. Rose loved to see her newfound confidence—a year ago, she wouldn’t have felt like she had anything to add to a conversation like that.

A naked streak interrupted her observations. Rose jumped up when she realised the streak was her little brother, dripping wet from his bath. He shrieked with laughter as he darted through the living room.

“Oh, Lord,” Jackie muttered.

“I’ve got him, Mum,” Rose told her as she took chase.

It wasn’t hard to track the little boy. If the puddles of water hadn’t given him away, the constant giggling would have. She caught up with him just before he opened the back door to run out into the garden.

“Oh no you don’t, mister,” she said, scooping him up. “Come on, time to go to bed.”

She waved at Pete and Jenny, who were trying not to laugh. “And apologise to Dad for interrupting him and Jenny,” she instructed.

“Sorry, Daddy!” Tony shouted.

“You’re forgiven, Tiger.” Pete stood up and kissed Tony on the forehead. “Now be nice to Anna. She’s getting her exercise in today.”

The winded nanny smiled tiredly. “Thank you, Mr. Tyler.” She took Tony from Rose. “Come on, young man. It’s bed time for all streaking toddlers.”

“What’s streaking?” Tony asked as they left the room.

As soon as he was out of earshot, Rose, Pete, and Jenny burst out laughing.

When Rose reentered the living room, Jack was leaning back on the couch, a gleeful smirk on his face. “And now I’m not the only one with a naked story.”

#ficandchips #ten x rose #dwfic #fic by Nancy #doctorroseprompts #donna x lee #the reunion we've all been waiting for!#plus lots of hijinks at the Tyler party #Tony Tyler is a ham and steals the show every time

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soundofseventeen · 5 years ago

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Kiss Me Slowly (Yoon Jeonghan)

Happy birthday @babiesanshine!! Gina, I hope you know we love you very much here and we’re so lucky to call you a friend!!(Thanks to your miscs, I was able to piece together your birthday and I had time to put this together!) Enjoy your day, my love bc it’s all for you!

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Word count: 2558

Jeonghan at your front door at a quarter past two in the morning rarely meant good news. Well it’s not like it meant bad news either; it was more of you losing sleep because he showed up at an unreasonable hour and left at an even unreasonable hour. But he was an idol with a schedule more hectic than yours, so you were always happy to see him even if it meant getting looks from your nosy neighbors who thought you were lonely just as he was leaving at the crack of the following morning. However, the only thing wrong at the moment besides you needing to be up in a few hours, was the fact that it was pouring outside and he was soaked to the bone.

“Are you even aware of the weather...or the time?” you scolded him when you found a clean towel to dry himself off.

“Yeah,” he nodded, “I feel sorry for everyone who’s out there.” He chuckled, not really caring that he outed himself.

You rolled your eyes. “How was the game show?” you asked, leading him into the kitchen. You opened the fridge and pulled out a beer, which he declined.

“It was fun, but long. And I didn’t feel like staying home yet. So here I am.” He smiled brightly as if he didn’t have any other responsibility except being there with you.

“Don’t you have dance practice tomorrow?” Or later today? You were too tired to make the correction.

“I’ll have you know that- yes.”

“Okay. Go shower.”

“What?”

“Go. Shower.” You took out the remains of your dinner leftovers, and proceeded to heat them up. Jeonghan was still drying his hair and somehow the fluorescents of the kitchen light accentuated his features, making him look angelic. And it’s not that you didn’t like it, but you hated how the makeup artists whitewashed his skin tone and made him look like something he wasn’t. And this Jeonghan scared you sometimes. Sometimes it felt like if you touched him, he’d disappear. The raindrops that he managed to miss slid down his face, exposing the slivers of the real Jeonghan underneath.

“If you get sick, I won’t visit you until you’re better and you know I’ll leave my doors locked.” Which was true. The germaphobe in you rarely let you do anything when your friends were sick.

“I know,” he chuckled. “Do you have clothes for me?”

“I’ll throw them into my dryer so they’re warm. And I’m reheating some food so you’re gonna eat and you’re staying here so don’t even bother arguing.”

He left once you promised to leave some dry towels in your room as well and you went about your business, seeing that it’d be a couple of hours until sleep could grace you with her presence again. You rummaged through your cupboard and cabinets until you found what you were looking for. You took out a small pot and filled it with water, placing it on the stove next to dinner and proceeded to look for some of Jeonghan’s clothes that you swore he left sometime during his last visit, which proved to be challenging.

You had met Jeonghan sometime in his predebut days when you had already established a secure future for yourself but it had amazed you that he rarely spent nights with you when you became friends, only staying when it was too late or too ugly outside. (He had enough common sense to know when to leave but he was human and forgot from time to time.)

Either way you invested in a pull out couch in your living room which you fixed up for him once you found old pj's and threw them into the dryer along with another towel. (You would’ve given him the spare bedroom but you turned that into your personal library and office room.) And once you heard the water shut off, you ran to the dryer and took out everything and placed them in your bedroom. No way you were gonna walk in on him when he wasn’t decent.

“Han?” you knocked on the bathroom door gently, “I’m leaving your towel hanging on the knob and you can get dressed in my room. The food’s almost ready too.”

His muffled, “Thank you,” sounded and you walked back to the kitchen in time to see the food hot enough to consume.

You lowered the temperature of the near boiling water so it wouldn’t be ready so quickly. You opened another cupboard and removed a plate before opening the curtain to enjoy the view. Living in the heart of Seoul city wasn’t as bad as you expected it to be. Much like the streets of Los Angeles, it remained busy day in and day out, and if it wasn’t for the mostly soundproof room, you never would’ve considered moving here, but it had become your home rather quickly. The fourteenth floor had the perfect view of everything you loved. Your favorite part of the whole place was the skyline you often ogled, even on a rainy night like now. It seemed cold enough that the condensation fogged up the glass and you shivered when your fingertips touched the window to wipe it away.

You sighed deeply, not sure why nostalgia was hitting you at the moment. It could’ve been the late night or the warmth of the room, but you missed something. A tap on your shoulder brought you back to reality and you remembered that you had a guest and you turned off the stove off.

“Do I get to know what you’re thinking?” Jeonghan asked as softly as the night as you served him a plate.

“I want a tattoo of this skyline.” Which was true. It had been crossing your mind lately to get it somewhere on your body. You wondered why no one ever considered turning it into the eighth wonder of the world. “I’ve never seen anything like it.”

You turned around to find him running a towel through his hair, and not a hint of makeup on him. This was your favorite Jeonghan; the one with tan skin kissed under the sun and purple bags under his eyes from not getting enough sleep (well, you didn’t like either but that wasn’t what you meant) with a little bit of acne on his cheek from whenever he had eaten too many peanuts and all the moles and freckles that made him Jeonghan. This was what made him look more human and when you felt better about calling him your friend. You felt more comfortable around him when he wasn’t Seventeen’s angel. But that was the price of having him in your life.

“Then get it,” he shrugged. “I was thinking about getting an eyebrow piercing.” He sat at the table as you came with two plates since you figured he wouldn’t eat if you didn’t.

“Are you really?”

“Nah, that’s not my thing, but Joshua was thinking about a new piercing soon. If you two want, you can set up an appointment soon and then I can tag along.”

You nodded, thinking about it. “We’ll see when we all have time. Do you want something to drink?”

He shook his head. “What time do you have to be at work?” He raised his chopsticks and tasted the noodles, slurping them eagerly when his taste buds agreed with the flavor.

“Doesn’t matter. I don’t think I’ll sleep a lot anymore.” You smiled a little as he inhaled his dinner, not sure how someone could eat so happily.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know. I should’ve gone straight home, huh?”

It was your turn to shake your head. “No. I always tell you that my house is open to you no matter when.” Also true. You weren’t ungrateful that he wanted to spend time with you instead of going straight to bed like a normal human being, but you couldn’t deny that a head’s up would’ve been nice. “Thank you for coming. It’s always good to see you.”

“I like coming. It always feels like home.” It stayed quiet while you finished your meals, occasionally looking at each other and smiling. “If you’re tired, you can go to sleep. I can clean up,” he offered.

“I’ll be fine. I can always use a sick day if I want to. You should sleep.”

“I’m not tired,” he protested.

You scooted your chair back, a knowing smile on your lips as you stood up to clear the plates. “Figures. I made you some tea to help you.” You brought back a mug. “Here. It’s still hot so be careful.” As predicted, even with his shower, Jeonghan’s hands were cold as you handed him the mug and you accidentally brushed fingers. “Are you cold? I can turn on the heater.”

“I’m fine,” he smiled as he stood up and decided to go to his comfy pull out bed. “Do you have an extra charger I can borrow?”

You couldn’t help but feel how domestic everything felt which once again you blamed on the late night. He was especially close for comfort and if you reached behind you, you could find his hand and hold it, hold him. But you shook the thought off really quickly. Yoon Jeonghan was a friend, nothing more. You invited him into your room and he sat on your bed patiently while you searched.

Meanwhile, Jeonghan curiously eyed a scrapbook that you left out on the bed and he opened it, revealing bits and pieces of who you were and what crossed your mind. He traced the designs of the washi tape you used, memorizing your handwriting and marveling at how colorful your mind was. He frowned a little when he came across the words in your primary language, frustrated that he couldn’t decipher them.

He didn’t realize how much or rather how little he knew about your home life before you moved here. All he knew was that you moved to escape memories, and Jeonghan didn’t like the fact that he couldn’t tell if the people you were posing with were with friends, family or even fans, but they must’ve been important if you did this.

“Those were the days,” you told him quietly, twirling the charger in your hands. “Sometimes I remember home wasn’t such a bad place.” You pointed to the faces, giving them a name and who they were to you. You turned the pages carefully, revealing everything about your past life, torn between being honest and keeping him on a need to know basis. “You know, when I got engaged, it seemed like I could finally be someone my family could be proud of and I thought I’d be happy.”

“E-Engaged?” He wasn’t sure if he heard you clearly. He frowned, not understanding. “You never told me you were married.” You were so young to begin with; he couldn’t imagine you feeling old enough to go through something so...life changing.

You wanted to scoff, but you held it in. “I wasn’t. He...uh, ran off the day of the wedding.” It was a blow to your ego and to your heart. “He was the one who proposed and made sure we had everything to go.” You took a deep breath. “When I got a hold of him, he was just leaving the airport in Taiwan. That was the last time I ever heard from him.”

“But you...you seem so...and you’re just so...how? Why?”

“I guess I’ll never know,” you said a little too bitterly. “I was so angry, so embarrassed, so hurt. Everywhere I turned, I heard the whispers and felt the pity. God, it was too much. And one day, I just packed my shit and left and didn’t tell anyone.”

At that he chuckled a little, his hand tentatively reaching for your hair and touching it carefully. “It must’ve been a shock when they turned on the TV or went on Facebook one day and saw you onstage, huh?”

“At first, I wanted him to remember me, make sure he never forgot who he did this to,” you admitted. “And then, I just stopped caring. Doing this now, it’s only for me.” You stayed quiet, refusing to not tell him that once you met him and saw him (and his friends) trying to achieve his dreams, you forgot about your vengeance...even if you were successful with it. “I’m petty sometimes, I guess.”

“I think I would’ve done the same thing.” Jeonghan stopped talking after that, letting your words absorb into his brain and wrap themselves around his head. In a way, it made sense why you were so private about everything. He hoped that you made peace with the past and were looking for much better things and looking around the room, he could see a little of that. “Is-is your window open?” He asked when he was sure he could hear the rain falling outside. “No wonder it was cold in here!”

“It helps me fall asleep!” You threw one of your pillows at him and opened the curtain to let some of the moonlight seep through. “But if you get sick, I’m sorry.”

“You’re bringing me chicken soup if I do! Man, the boys are gonna kill me if I so much as let out a cough.”

“You’ll be fine,” you assured him. “Just leave Seventeen’s leaders to me.”

Jeonghan picked up his phone from the bed, pressing the power button to check the time. “I guess I should head off to bed. Thanks again for letting me stay the night. I’ll text Joshua.” He got off the bed slowly, thanking you again and silently left the room, shutting the door behind him.

The sadness came out the moment you were alone, but you didn’t do much about it. When the sun would come up in the next few hours, you’d be back to your normal self of living the idol life and belting out the lyrics of your latest single. Tonight though, you curled up under the blankets, hugging your favorite pillow as you tried not to think about anything.

Before you could succumb to the sleep, there was a faint knock on your door. “Yeah?” When he didn’t answer, you sighed and got out of bed to open it. There he stood rubbing his eyes sleepily and you opened the door fully. “What happened Jeonghan?” The moonlight seemed to be the only thing illuminating your place, making him seem ethereal and dreamlike. You couldn’t stop the way your hand went up to cup his cheek. He didn’t disappear like you thought he would, and you were grateful because you didn’t want to be alone.

He sighed at the contact but didn’t say anything, enjoying the moment. He wasn’t sure what this would mean for you in the future but right now, he didn’t want to think about it. His eyes fluttered shut and he leaned in to kiss you. He hoped you wouldn’t run away and shut the door on him, just like he hoped that this was scary for you as it was for him.

He held his breath as you leaned closer. He could taste your lips, enjoying the way your thumb caressed his cheek, overall finding comfort in you.

And then you kissed him slowly.

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The nine lives of Caroline Forbes chapter 1

For @austennerdita2533, @caritobear, @misssophiachase, @babeyouareenough, @joceysstuff

Xxx

“Come on Rebekah hurry up.”

“You try running in heels.”

Klaus and his younger sister Rebekah and younger brother Kol are running into the tall and open coit tower but these three are not here to see the panoramic views of the city and bay. They followed the man dressed in black and has scars on his face who is sent to kill their kind but at the moment he is after Caroline Forbes who doesn’t know who she is or how to protect herself.

“No please.” The man with scars has cornered Caroline to the edge of the tower she looks down at the ground the people look like ants they are so high up.

The trio hear her cries and Rebekah reaches down and takes her heels off and catches up to her brothers. They are to late they get to the top of the tower as Caroline is pushed off. The man with the scars watches as Caroline’s body hits the pavement.

Klaus reaches out and takes his siblings hands and they turn around quickly and quietly.

The bald guy with scars turns around and watches as the two blondes and brunette siblings are running down the stairs he gets an evil grin on his lips and he chases them down the stairs.

As they get down to the ground. Klaus being older pulls his siblings behind him Rebekah is putting her heels back on behind him and Kol is in front of his sister. Klaus address the man that just killed Caroline. “You would really kill us here out in the open. Knowing who and what we are?”

As the older man with scars saunters towards them drawing a knife pointing it at them. “One way or another you will die if not from my hands it will be from someone’s. The order has declared it.”

Xxx

That morning:

Blonde perky Caroline Forbes wakes up excited for the day to begin today is her sixteenth birthday. All she wants is a convertible bug doesn’t matter what color anything except green or orange.

Her bedroom is as bright and perky as she is and everyone has a dark side too all of that is reflected in her room. With tea dye walls the back wall behind her bed is a black piece of wood with white mandalas over it. As she is getting out of bed with a baby blue padded headboard with her pink striped comfortable and pink and black pillows. She puts on some music and dances as she picks out of her clothes for the day. The sun is shining through the windows of her little nook she has a window seat of red cushions, she has a chair, a footstool and a beanbag in the nook seating area. With her desk one one side and her mirror on the other.

While in her en-suite bathroom taking a shower her mind wonders to the color of car she wants a convertible bug maybe red, or pink, yellow could be cool but maybe blinding they do live in San Francisco, baby blue or regular blue could be pretty.

When she finishes her shower she puts on a pair of denim capris, pink spaghetti strapped tiered cami and a navy textured jacket if she gets cold she also has on black wedges and a silver heart necklace.

She goes down to the kitchen which her mom gives her a kiss on the cheek. “Good morning sweetie.” She hands her a bag which when she unwraps it, its a bag of Reese’s, a new black sweater and two new necklaces one is a gold tear drop with gold balls along the inside surrounding a crescent moon and the other is a tube necklace with three lines hanging down but connected to the other side of the necklace.

Caroline hugs her mom. “Thank you I love them.”

“Your welcome there is one more gift but you can’t see it until tonight.”

She nods and as she is picking up a banana. “Did dad send anything?”

“I’m sorry honey he didn’t we don’t even know where he is its likely he forgot.”

After swallowing some of the banana she looks up at her mom and puts on a fake smile. “It’s ok, I know that he left years ago but I just thought that he would send me at least a card on my birthday its not everyday your adoptive daughter turns sixteen.”

Liz pulls her daughter into another hug, even though she is not the biological parent of Caroline she loves Caroline no different.

Xxx

Before school starts Caroline and her two best friends brunettes Davina Claire and her cousin Enzo Claire are talking by one of the stairwells. “I keep having this strange feeling to visit coit tower I don’t know why. I’m going to try to ignore it.” Caroline rubs the side of her temple ever since, Davina and Enzo picked her up in Enzo’ black Jeep everything has been incredible loud every little noise is amplified she swears she could hear he inner workings of the Jeep it’s giving her a headache.

Enzo’s parents died when he was five and a half, and he was sent from Southampton England to San Francisco to live with his cousin so he has a British accent. “Don’t look now cuz London is coming.”

Davina peaks over her shoulder and bites her lip and just like that Kol and Klaus Mikaelson a devilish duo on a good day are coming down the hallway. Kol has a basketball he is bouncing off the walls and catching it. Klaus and Kol stop in front of the staircase and Kol hands his ball to Klaus so he can flirt with Davina, while Klaus is waiting for them to finish he throws the ball above Caroline’s head and catches it so he throws it again above Caroline’s head who is not thrilled and just waiting for the ball to hit her in the head she reaches up and grabs the ball.

Both Caroline and Klaus walk towards each other with different ideas in mind, Klaus wants the ball back and Caroline wants to give him a piece of her mind. “Listen just because your attractive and British and have dimples and look really good in a Henley.”

Enzo pinches her to stay on topic. “Right doesn’t mean you can throw a ball above my head and I’ll be totally fine with it.”

With one hand Caroline throws the basketball down the crowded hallway and it swooshes into a garbage can near the exit of the school. Students in the hallway are amazed and mummer did you see that, Klaus is speechless and looking down at Caroline but Klaus is not the only one speechless so is Caroline and that whole group.

It’s Enzo’s voice that breaks the silence. “How did you do that?”

Caroline swallows and still shocked. “I don’t know lets go.”

Her and Enzo grab Davina’s wrist and drag her off she yells back to Kol “Talk to you later.”

As Caroline is rushing down the opposite hallway she threw the ball in with Enzo and Davina right behind her Klaus and Kol share a look and watch them flee with amazement.

Xxx

Caroline comes out of science and has to go down the stairs to history when Klaus who is coming up the stairs stops her by putting his arm on the wall and backs her up until her back is against the wall. “ That was impressive earlier. You’ll have to show me your moves.”

Caroline nervous she knows his sister Rebekah better they are friends since the Mikaelsons moved here three years ago she can count on one hand the number of conversations she and Klaus have had one when Rebekah introduced Caroline to her brothers Kol and Klaus she said hi he said hello that was it. “ Moves I dont have any moves. That earlier was a freak of nature.”

“I wasn’t talking about basketball.”

Caroline raises an eyebrow. “Subtle.”

Klaus puts a hand on her waist. “Oh I’m not trying to be.”

Caroline has never been this close to Klaus it’s like she can hear his heart beating. She always thought he was Rebekah’s jerky older brother. “ Why are you talking me?”

He leans in and smells her neck. “You smell nice.”

Caroline now a little uncomfortable but when he smelt her his heartbeat jumped. “ Ok its called taking a shower and perfume.”

If it was even possible Klaus gets even closer to her. “Why are you giving me such a hard time Caroline Forbes.”

“We’ve never had a conversation.”

“Looks like we’ll have to change that. I feel like we are going to be great friends.”

Klaus leans down to give Caroline a kiss as his lips hover over hers they both hear. “Klaus!”

They both look at the stairs going upstairs and Rebekah is coming down. With Klaus distracted Caroline makes her escape as she is going around Klaus she smiles at Rebekah. “Hey beks.”

Rebekah smiles at her.

Xxx

Klaus, Rebekah and Kol are sitting in the library and Rebekah hits Klaus in the arm. “Really klaus.”

“We need to know there is only one explanation for the basketball trick this morning.”

“And if she wasn’t she would be dead. And you would be prime suspect number one.”

Kol chimes in with “The basketball stunt is all over school everyone is talking about it.”

“If Rebekah would of not interrupted my test we would know.”

“She’s my friend plus Nik you were coming off creepy. Seriously smelling her neck we don’t have a specific smell making us different then everyone else.”

Klaus rolls his eyes. “I don’t see you coming up with any better ideas.”

Kol asks. “You’ve been friends with her for three years and you’ve never noticed anything.”

Rebekah side eyes her older brothers. “Its not like we are doing ritual sacrifices and I can see if she heals quickly or lazer tag to see if she has night vision, we’re not doing cheerleading or gymnastics to see if she can jump high. Am I supposed to pretend to want to paint her nails and see if claws extend.”

“We need to find out before they find her that is if she is one of us.”

Xxx

Caroline works at a clothing store/bookstore with a cafe. She doesn’t understand the merge of the two but the clothing store goes into the little cafe off the bookstore. There’s no middle wall between the two. While at the counter of the clothing store a brunette teenager comes to her. “ I’m new to this town, do you know cool spots to check out?”

Caroline turns around and comes face to face with the new student at her school Stefan salvatore she had heard there was a new student. “There is a nice cafe over there. It’s California so people like to hang outside.”

Since it’s a slow day at the shop Caroline and Stefan sit in cafe and talk. “How do you like San Francisco so far?”

“Its nice my dad moves us around a lot. Its just the three of us my dad my older brother and me my mom died years ago.”

“I’m sorry, my dad left years ago its like he’s dead we never hear from him.”

As Stefan is leaving Caroline watches him leave he’s cute.

Xxx

All day Caroline has had this lingering feeling to visit coil tower, she doesn’t know why she visited this place when she was younger before her dad left. As she is walking up the stairs to the building she notices a man in all black and has scars on his face. Three claw marks down the right side of his cheek and neck. The man is watching her go into the tower. As she is looking around at the base of the tower she notices the guy is following her. She figures she’ll lose him going up to the tower since there are thirteen levels of stairs.

Xxx

Present:

Rebekah and Kol had snuck away to find Caroline’s body which people have started to surround around. As Kol and Rebekah are trying to get through Kol announces. “Nothing to see here folks just a prank.”

They hear a women say. “A prank I saw her fall from the tower.”

As Kol is lifting Caroline up Rebekah goes over to the women. “Are you sure your feeling ok your saying a lot of crazy stuff.”

Xxx

Klaus opens the door to the penthouse as Kol brings Caroline in, Rebekah rushes over to the couch to make room for Caroline’s body. Their older brother Finn who is on the phone with his wife Sage while looking out the window sees their reflections in the window and pulls the phone away from his ear. “Did you get to her before they did?”

“No but we did bring her here. When she wakes we will explain everything.”

Finn turns around to see Caroline’s lifeless body laying on the couch. “And how do you know this girl is one of us?”

Kol looks up at him. “She one handed tossed my basketball down a crowded hallway and made a perfect basket in a garage can.”

Finn puts the phone back to his ear to tell Sage he loves her and he’ll call her back. “How long has she been like this?”

All three of his younger siblings look at each other. “An hour.”

“The first death and the loss of innocence is always the longest to come back from.”

Xxx

As Kol’s popcorn is finishing in the microwave Caroline’s eyes open and she looks around at the dark penthouse she is in. Moonlight shining in from a wall of windows, she’s laying on a black couch and there two black chairs on each side of the couch. The last thing she remembers is being at coil tower and that creepy guy following her.

Rebekah is in her bedroom and Klaus is in his studio, Kol went to go make popcorn and Finn was in charge of watching Caroline’s body to see if it did something. While waiting Finn called Sage back he wasn’t paying attention to the couch and the now awake blonde.

Caroline looks around and sees Kol in the kitchen pouring popcorn into a bowl and a man she does not know talking on the phone she gets up and is a little lightheaded really confused on how she got here and her headache is still hurting. As she is going towards the elevator Kol comes out of the kitchen and puts an arm around her waist and picks her up.

“You can’t leave yet.”

She kicks him but it does nothing, she never know Kol was this strong. “What is happening and why are you holding me hostage?”

Kol carries her back over to the couch. “I know it looks like that but this is for you own good. Finn you had one job watch her. Can you get Klaus and Rebekah.”

Finn puts his phone back in his pocket. “I’m in charge here you go get Klaus and Rebekah I’ll watch her.”

“No offense Finn but you didn’t do a good job the last time and I think she could take you.”

Finn flicks his hand and claws comes out of his nails. “I think I can handle one teenage girl.”

Kol rolls his eyes and leaves the living room to get his brother and sister. Caroline looks at the elevator and Finn who is looking at his claws. “ I wouldn’t if I were you. Like my brother said I know this looks bad but we are trying to help you.”

“Help me by keeping me in this dark fortress.”

Finn looks over at her and raises an eyebrow. “Fortress, please this a penthouse.”

Kol re enters with Klaus and Rebekah and Caroline rushes for Rebekah and hugs her finally a friendly familiar face.

Rebekah gets her back on the couch and Klaus sits on the arm of the couch next to Caroline his feet on the couch and arms resting on his knees while Kol sits in a chair off to the side and Finn leans up against the window. Caroline looks at them and they are all looking at her. “Will someone tell me what is going on and how I got here?”

All the siblings look at each other none of them want to explain this it’s hard to explain. Klaus begins. “Kol picked you up after you fell and brought you here.”

Kol adds. “To your death you fell and died.”

Caroline shoots up and exclaims. “What I died. I’m dead, the afterlife is full of Mikaelsons. I can’t die it’s my sixteenth birthday I still have not got a car yet.”

Kol looks over at his siblings. “I don’t know whether to be insulted by that.”

Finn sighs. “How did I end up with this?”

“Freya is busy, Elijah is on a date and Sage is out of town on business.” Finn glares at his sister.

Klaus looks up at Kol while Rebekah tries to get Caroline to sit back down. “I was going to ease her into that tidbit.”

Rebekah gets Caroline to sit back down and is rubbing her arm up and down. “Your not dead... anymore. Look you are like us your Mai.”

Caroline looks over at Klaus and raises an eyebrow. “Excuse me I’m not yours.”

Rebekah tries this time. “No Mai are a group of people who have amazing abilities were not all human but not all god we are descendants of a powerful goddess Bestet we were once protectors of humans and used to help Pharaohs but we got sick of taking orders and the mai and humans had a falling out, for centuries now we’ve been hunted. That man earlier with the scars he was sent to kill you and if we didn’t intervene he would of kept killing you.”

“Kept killing me how many lives do I have?”

Finn from the windows tells her. “Nine we all have nine some refer to us as Demigods, our abilities manifest when we are teenagers.”

Caroline looks at Rebekah. “Is this a joke?”

Rebekah shakes her head no.

“I have claws like him.” She points at Finn.

Rebekah lifts Caroline’s hands up and her finger nails are longer and look like claws. Caroline’s eyes widen. “How do they go away?”

“Relax.”

“That’s easy for you to say you didn’t just learn you died and came back with claws and have had a headache all day.” She glares at Kol for telling her to relax.

Finn leans off the window taking charge. “I know you’ve just been told a lot of things and processing but maybe you would like to go home, you said it was your birthday why don’t you go home and celebrate.”

His three siblings look up at him Finn sometimes can be so insensitive. Caroline nods and Finn flicks a finger to Klaus to take her home.

In the elevator down to the lobby Caroline is pacing and Klaus stops her and puts both hands on her shoulders. “You need to relax did you forget that part where we are being hunted if someone sees claws they will try to kill us.”

Caroline nods and tries to make them go away by closing her eyes tightly but nothing. “Breath with me.”

As the elevator doors open the claws disappear.

Xxx

Klaus drives them to her house, as he drives he asks her, “You were born in the Ukraine right?”

Caroline nods. “How did you know?”

“Mai are not born in America, we come from Europe, Ukraine, Russia that’s where my family was born we moved to London later. Since Mai and humans have had a falling out we can never have a intimate relationship with them. You can not date a human I saw you earlier at that clothing store flirting with that new guy at school that’s all it can be Caroline if you kiss him something bad will happen.”

“Bad how bad?”

“If a Mai kisses a human the human dies best case scenario paralyze before death.”

Caroline turns towards him as he pulls up to her house. “Mai can only kiss mai.”

Klaus nods. “Want to practice.”

Caroline rolls her eyes. “Any more changes?”

“Claws, enhanced hearing, faster reflexes, hyper awareness, accelerated healing, night vision, your stronger now and what am I forgetting oh yeah a tail.”

“What?”

Klaus laughs “Just kidding. About the tail everything else you do get.”

As she is opening the car door. She tells him. “Not funny.”

“Don’t worry one of us will always be there for you, watching out for you.”

Xxx

As Caroline is coming up the front stairs of the two story home she shares with her mom. When she opens the door Davina and Enzo jump out and yell “Surprise!”

Caroline screams and in seconds Klaus is right behind her he places a hand on her shoulder and she jumps they both can hear how fast Caroline’s heart is beating. Klaus leans down and whispers in her ear. His breath tickling as she hears. “Breath.”

She looks up at him surprised he’s here, she thought he left how did he get there so fast. “You forgot this in the car.” He hands her a long black velvet jewelry box. “Happy birthday.”

Xxx

After he leaves Davina and Enzo surround her. “What was Klaus Mikaelson doing here? And what did he give you.”

“You two have had quite the journey today from where you two were this morning.”

Caroline rubs her temple she can hears heartbeats, car’s driving past, clocks ticking, conversations in other homes their TVs. People going for nightly jogs she can hear their music. “Its been an interesting day.” She opens the jewelry box and her eyes widen at the beautiful diamond infinity bracelet.

Liz comes home and sees her daughter and two best friends on the couch. “Your present is here.”

Caroline’s eyes widen and Liz puts her hands over her daughters and guides her outside and there in front of the house on the street is a powder baby blue convertible bug. “Ahhh thank you so much mom.” Caroline flings her arms around her mom’s neck.

Xxx

Later that night after Davina and Enzo went home Liz pulls out a small cinnamon crumb cake for two she gives Caroline and fork and they sit at the island and eat it. After they finish Liz tucks a piece of hair behind Caroline’s ear. “Did you have a good birthday sweetie.”

“It’s definitely one for the books.”

Liz pulls out a card and hands it to her daughter. “This was in the mailbox.”

The envelope does not have a return address it’s addressed to her. She opens the card and all it says is Happy Birthday H.R.

Every year she gets a card from H.R. she doesn’t know who they are and there is never a return address. She has all of them in a shoebox under her bed. One day she hopes to find out who H.R. is.

Xxx

As Caroline is drifting off to sleep Klaus is sitting on her roof watching to see if any harm will come to her. Also her email dings and it’s a email from her father that says happy birthday.

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mochikeiji · 4 years ago

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Since We Were Seven

↠ Pairing: Bokuto Koutarou x Akaashi Keiji

↠ Warning: small mention of death, small angst but fluffy ending

↬ Word Count: 3,040

↣ a/n: hi!! this is a really late entry for the BokuAka week! This was suppose to be in Day 1 but I saw the content late :(( I hope you all enjoy!! Happy @bokuakaweek2020!!

Summary: Keiji has always been fond with light novels as a child (influenced by his lovely mother) often you would see him during his free time drowning in an ocean of black ink in a paper boat in any local library and bookstore. Then there's his childhood friend, Bokuto Koutarou, having to just stare at the coffee in his hand in wonder of an idea that will surely change everything they've had.

⇢ Day 1: Confession/Childhood, Coffe Shop AU

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Nothing says warm summer breeze than kids running around the park getting down and dirty without a care of the world. Some were seen to be catching bugs that surely made some cringe in disgust, some were seen repeatedly sliding down despite the hot surface their bottoms were receiving, and some just getting chased in a lovely game of tag. That is, until someone gets tripped over.

For a certain owl haired child that stood out of the crowd, all he could do was repeatedly receive a volleyball— in a sloppy way, but in his own world laughs at his mistakes and carries on with his little hobby.

"Akaashi! Look, look! I made this cool move, watch." with excitement rising from his, the boy, Keiji, he had called couldn't help but give him all of his attention as young Bokuto tosses the ball in the air with his small hands. Backing up a little in a receiving stance, eyes determined to catch it, only to have the ball land on his head with a loud thump, causing Bokuto to whine at the slight sting and hold his head on the grassy ground.

"Are you okay, Bokuto?" Akaashi blinked, almost unamused at his best friends mistake. This wasn't an old sight to him.

"You could've atleast be a bit more worried to me." Bokuto pouts, finally sitting up with his hands in between his legs as his hair somehow deflated within his mood.

And yet young Akaashi Keiji found that oddly an adorable perk of Bokuto.

"I'm sorry, Bokuto," he offers a small smile as a pause, "It's just that I knew you'd make a mistake, I was just waiting for you to call me if you needed assistance."

The golden eyed child didn't seem impressed with his reasons, pouting even more with the spikes of his hair almost wilting on his head.

"I knew you would get up on your own anyways. I didn't want to underestimate you."

His ears twitched and perks up. Finally out of his own dejected mode, he sprungs up with sparkling eyes, "Akaashi, that's so sweet of you!" laughing loud with his head thrown back without a care of the world staring at him like a mad child. His laughter soon dies down as he stares deeply into gun metal like eyes.

Akaashi swore he stopped breathing at that time of tension.

"But seriously though, I don't mind if its you who runs to help me up! I know you won't be mean to me like other kids," he then glances at the thick white book on the smaller males hands, "I'm just confused why you seem more excited on that book you always read."

Akaashi's mouth opens a bit, unnoticed by the boy infront of him standing out in the light of the sun as he was seated by the shade of the biggest tree in the park. Trying to utter out the words he wished to say, he prevents himself from going any further and just smiles,

"It's a very knowledgeable book I might need, Bokuto."

And that is was when they were seven years old.

Ever since Bokuto was always on his own due to his parents working overseas, Mrs. Akaashi, being a dotting person as Keiji is always took care of him as a child. She thought it would be nice for her son to grow up with someone as a brotherly figure in his life considering it was always just the two of them.

Without hesitation, Bokuto happily allows himself to be raised by the Akaashi family until he was in highschool, already used to living on his own and doing stuff as a proper adult. Even Keiji was surprised to see that he could handle himself so well than he did. Keiji doesn't even know how to cook for both of them.

Finally at his third and final year, Bokuto stared at the other side of the court, almost in hunger— a predator, twirling the ball in his hands expertly. Unlike before when he was a big squishy child. On the sidelines, Akaashi sat on the floor, still intrigued with the book he hasn't yet finished even for years.

The loud swoosh of the ball being tossed up in the air caught his attention away from his book, only to be greeted by a sight he would describe as, "satisfying."

In almost a perfect spiking stance in his eyes, he watches the captains hands fit his entire palm on the balls leather skin. Pupils dilating a bit at the sight of his forearm flexing in instinct, and giving the ball a rough hit that made it smash on the glossy like surfaced floor, almost looking squished by the impact of that and Bokuto's monstrous strength.

Despite having to see him in this state in both practice and matches, Bokuto never once fails to make the black haired male stare in awe at him from a distance unknown to him, but obvious by others.

Exhaling deeply, the captain hooted loudly into the gym air, "HEY, HEY, HEY!" echoing through the males ears, but he smiles and cherishes the sounds and the phrase he has always heard whenever Bokuto was enthusiastic.

"Akaashi! Did you see that? That was a perfect one, ain't it?!" his eyes sparkling like a child during Christmas. One of the lists Akaashi has about Bokuto was a list of, "What Bokuto Does When He's Very Happy" and number three haopens to be, "He will ask for praise."

"I did. It was amazing." even with a poker face, Bokuto has gotten used to Akaashi expressing his emotions with that facial expression. He knows deep inside how genuine the boy is when it comes to words.

And that's what he always loved about him, yet the world prevents him to do so in fear of not being thrown by society, but to be thrown away by the only person who has stuck with my throughout his life when everyone he loved left.

"Hm? You're still reading that book?" his face going from a happy child to a curious one as his eyes focused once more on the book in his hands. It became a habit of his to always notice something in between the males hands. Because of that, he can already describe Akaashi's hands being bigger than his, but softer by the looks of his.

How he longed to hold them.

Not noticing the way Akaashi flinched at the topic, he hides the lower part of his face with the book. To Bokuto, it seemed he was just resuming to the page he marked before talking to him, but to Akaashi, he was hiding his quivering lips and his lightly pink dusted cheeks.

"I haven't finished it, and it's getting to the good part so.." he trails behind, though his tone stayed the same monotone yet honey smooth like sound.

"Alright, alright. I won't mess with ya. But hey, maybe after you read about it, you could tell me what's it all about."

Raising a brow at the captain, "But aren't you fond of books, Bokuto?" he asks, knowing his bestfriend, the captain of the volleyball team is a known enemy to studying. More so, books.

"Yeah, but this book always has your attention since we were kids. It's only natural I listen to my best buddies interest like he does for me!"

Inside Bokuto's mind, he wanted to speak out the words that were punching their way out of his mouth, "I wanted to know how that book made you smile so fondly a lot."

Akaashi on the other hand was touched at his words. But the only thing that rang in his ear like an annoying buzz was the fact that he was labelled, "Best Bud."

But who was he to feel that way?

"I promise, I'll tell you once I finish, Bokuto."

That promise, Akaashi hoped, Bokuto would forget. Because if he still kept asking about it, he knows it'll risk the only thing that made him happy.

Him

A year passed, Akaashi was left alone during his third year. To say it wasn't pleasant was an under statement. He can no longer hear the loud, echoing greets of his best friend in the hallway, he sits alone on the way home in the train when he used to always go with the entire third year batch. Most of all, he was getting lonely during practices. No one was asking him for a toss due to his intimidating presence.

He recalls the time Bokuto was in full uniform infront of his house as usual. Since they walk to school together, Akaashi wanted him to. But he had to point out that he has already graduated.

Being embarrassed, Bokuto dismissed that and offers to walk him to school. He asked why, and his reason just made his day a bit more brighter,

"I didn't want you to be alone."

Now in the present, finally getting a day off from his hectic work schedule. Akaashi finds himself fully relaxed at a cafe, still reading the thick book that was taken with outmost of care during his childhood days.

This time, he was nearing at the end.

"Here's your order, sir! Two cups of coffee with waffles." the lady in the counter chirps in delight at Bokuto. It wasn't everyday you see Black Jackals famous ace order in a small coffee shop away from prying eyes.

"Thank you! This looks wonderful!" he gives a small review with a charming smile that made the lady squeal silently.

After his game against the Alders, he agreed on eating out with Akaashi on his free days since it had been long since the two had hung out after entering the world of growing up.

Akaashi was internally screaming when Bokuto had invited him out. Growing up, Akaashi developed being more expressive. He could be seen to be smiling a lot more than he was as a teenager.

And Bokuto had never cried tears of joy and thanked the heavens for letting an angel down in his life.

But now the ace had never felt more nervous after their first encounter again as grown ups. He couldn't believe Akaashi would be even more prettier than he was before. Meanwhile Akaashi had to hold his breath upon being in Bokuto presence. He was much more broader, taller than he was. And all Akaashi wantes was to hug him tight infront of so much people that day.

Bokuto stood by the side, his mind debating about something as he stares at the two steaming hot beverages and teasingly sweet smelling desserts then back at Akaashi's figure. Even though he had his back turned from Bokuto, he couldn't help but silently gush on how adorable he looks in sweaters.

Suddenly an idea came to his head.

It was now or never.

"Um miss?" he goes back at the kind lady, who was responsive to his call, "Do you mind..Adding something on the waffle? Maybe even the coffee too??"

Akaashi's nose crinckled a bit as the sweet, satisfying and calming aroma hits his nostrils. Not bothering to take his eyes off the book he was about to finish, Bokuto took a seat infront of him with a nervous smile.

"Still not finished with that book are you, Kaashi?" lightly chuckling when Akaashi fumbles as his glasses lightly messes up on his face.

"I-I am now, Bokuto." pushing the bridge of his glasses up, "So far, it was more than knowledgeable than I thought. Mother was right about being inlove with this book." giving himself a tiny smile at the thought of spending the day with his bestfriend, he didn't expect the topic coming from his best friend's mouth almost make him fall back from his chair.

"Speaking of, being inlove, have you met someone these days?" leaning on his hand for support, Bokuto keeps a close eye on the other males expression. Almost wincing when he saw a small blush on his cheeks. The thought of falling inlove with someone hurts him.

"W-well, I haven't been going out a lot due to my papers from work." fiddling at the hem of his sweater, his eyes taking a quick glance at the book that was on its last page with the text formed in bold and slightly bigger, "But I have been inlove with the same person before." whispering under his breath, his hair falling lightly on his forehead for being too long.

To Bokuto, he was losing hope, but growing up with the habit of not being afraid of trying, he still went for his plan. Even though not knowing he might be hurt in the worse case possible.

"I see..Must be a lucky person to catch your attention huh?" After Atsumu told Bokuto he wasn't allowed to be as dejected as he was before, he had mastered the arts of hiding his own sadness behind his eyes as he looks at the swirling cup of coffee.

"I love them. A lot, but.." the pause made Bokuto look up to him in a more focused and serious matter, "I don't think that person will love me." smiling sadly at the book under his gaze, Akaashi could still feel the erratic beating of his heart slowly hurting inside.

"How could nobody love you? You're like an awesome person to be loved!" the ace exclaimed rather loudly, earning a few eyes from the costumers— who luckily doesn't know him to avoid being crowded, and the lady behind the counter who seemed to be watching things unfold between them in anticipation.

Akaashi doesn't fight the blush on his cheeks as he bites the inside of it, he really wishes he could've had more courage into this if it wasn't for his constant over thinking about the outcomes of an unknown future.

"But if that person doesn't love you, Kaashi.." the sound of the cup of coffee sliding on the wooden table across him slowly to avoid spillage, his eyes widened at the creams design.

"I'd still love you."

It was a heart.

Not believing his eyes, he rubs it with the back of his hand, his mouth now opened a little in shock as Bokuto chuckles away the nervousness in his body.

"You're kidding."

"Why would I joke about saying I love you? That's cruel, Kaashi." Bokuto pouts, but for a short moment and offers him a genuine smile, "Would you dare to believe in me, Akaashi Keiji?" he says, in a lowkey flirty way.

The black haired male gulps, his heart unable to rest, but his mind was somehow at ease at that moment, closing his eyes and letting out a sigh, making the male in front of him worry, Akaashi returns the line,

"Would you dare to believe that I too, was inlove with you since we were 7, Bokuto Koutarou?"

Like a volcano, Bokuto's face erupts in different shades of red, his ears lightly steaming from being too flustered. Gaining his composure, he coughes into his fist, carefully grabbing the plate of waffle that was for him, "You tell me."

And next he slides in the waffle to Akaashi, the chocolate syrup drizzled on the plate with the waffle away from it that read,

"I love you since we were 7."

Now it was Akaashi's turn to blush madly at the confession. He could only raise both palms into his face and buries himself into them.

Was he dreaming or was he really living?

To Bokuto, his world finally was at ease knowing he was loved by the person he has been eyeing since he was a child. He was somehow whining at the back of his head how he didn't get to date Akaashi back in highschool so they'd be those couple goals before and what it would've been if he and Akaashi were to lvie together in his lonely house.

Then again, seeing this moment now was like entering the biggest and most awaited match in his life.

"There's no way I can eat or drink this, Bokuto."

"What? Why not!?"

"This is too adorable and heartfelt."

They both share a laugh with eachother. Occasionally bickerking why Akaashi hasn't touched his food, they both carried on a normal conversation despite having each other confess out of the blue. Both were glad that things were still the same, as if they grew up not only as siblings or as friends, but as if they memorized each others lives.

"Hey, now that you've finished your book. Didn't you promise you'd tell me all about it?" he watches as Akaashi finally took a sip of the heart coffee.

Gulping harshly in embarrassment, he taps his closed book nervously, "Why though?" wanting to change the topic, thinking what he might say may be too cheesy for Bokuto's liking.

"Well you always have your attention on the book. I also wanna know how my lover smiles so much about it."

How could you casually say that? He thinks as his face lightly becomes red at the label he was called, "Lover."

With that ringing in his ears for a good hour, he opens the book to the last page, where the bold and sightly big text was written,

"This book was about two lovers who had different worlds, but they grew up together without telling each other how they felt and eventually drifted apart and forgotten each other." he explains to him with a smile, fingers running on the text of his book.

"So why was Mom and you so inlove with that book?" Bokuto grew up calling Keiji's mother his own mom. It wasn't as weird as it sounds, it was warming for Keiji since it felt like they were a family.

"Because in the end, they have gotten together in one place, and said—" Akaashi's smile becomes a loving grin as he shows Bokuto his favorite line in the entire book.

The same line that made his mother and father fall in an endless love even after his death, it was still the most loving line both Mother and Son could hear from their destined lover.

"I've loved you since we were 7."

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lesdemonium · 4 years ago

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I’d Be the Choiceless Hope Chapter 3

Ship: Geraskier Word count: 9,430 Chapter: 3/16

Summary:

“Such a nice, beautiful sound,” the fae crooned. “If only he were this way always.”

Julian’s mother stood up. She claimed she was prepared to stop the fae, to protect her baby, but in Julian’s darkest moments he doubted this part of the story. His mother loved him, of that he had no doubt, but she had been young and weary, and even years later, she couldn’t quite get the twinge of exhaustion out of her eyes when she recalled Julian’s infancy. Even if she had been keen on protecting him, the fae was too close, too fast, too set on his plan.

“A gift, for the new mother,” the fae continued. He leaned a hand in to stroke Julian’s cheek. “I give you the gift of obedience.”

As a baby, Jaskier was visited by a fae, who gifted Jaskier’s mother with Jaskier’s obedience. As Jaskier grew older, the “gift” became more of a curse.

Additional tags: AngstAngst with a Happy EndingHeavy AngstUnrequited LoveNot Actually Unrequited LoveAlternate Universe - Canon DivergenceCanon EraNot Canon CompliantCursed Jaskier | DandelionAlternate Universe - Ella Enchanted FusionCurse of ObedienceRape/Non-con ElementsImplied/Referenced Rape/Non-conJaskier | Dandelion Whump

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Being away from Geralt was harder than Jaskier ever anticipated. The safety, of course, was hard to replicate. Jaskier found his life was far easier when people stayed far away from him, though he did try his hardest to change the people’s tune on Geralt so that would happen less often . Let it be known that Jaskier was not a selfish friend--he truly tried to remedy Geralt’s reputation, even though there were many times that the witcher and any company he kept being completely unapproachable would have been exceedingly helpful to Jaskier. While Jaskier craved it, Geralt didn’t deserve it.

Truly, though, being away from Geralt was excruciating because Jaskier missed him .

It hit him as he was passing through Posada. He didn’t often make the return to Posada--it was kind of a shithole and even as he had started writing his amazing ballads, the crowds simply were not up to Jaskier’s standards. He figured it had been a while since he graced the lovely town with his skill, though, and so he had tried again to see if the crowds were more amiable. They were not. But, as he had already made it there and didn’t much feel like camping or traveling alone at night, Jaskier had gotten a room.

He and Geralt had parted ways months earlier, as Geralt went to Kaer Morhen for the winter. Even if Jaskier was not in much of an admitting mood, he had to confess that he was absently looking for Geralt. It was spring, surely Geralt would have left the keep, or was preparing to disembark. Jaskier wasn’t exactly sure where Kaer Morhen was or the route Geralt took to leave, but he reasoned that Posada had to be at least a decent guess.

Jaskier wanted to claim that he was absently searching for the witcher due to the protection he offered. Though he lied to everyone else, Jaskier did not much enjoy lying to himself. He was actively searching for the witcher because the past few months without him had been long and terrible and though Geralt had never been much for conversation, he was amazing for company. Also, Geralt’s particular brand of humor had been washing off on Jaskier and apparently it only seemed to work for persons who were large and brooding and vaguely terrifying.

Geralt was not in Posada, nor was he in Vengerberg, Aldersberg, or Rivia, but he was in Carreras. How Geralt beat him was anyone’s guess, but Jaskier found he was quite delighted to have found his witcher again.

“Geralt! Long time. I trust your winter was delightful. Full of witchery-like grunts and grimaces. I wonder, is there a witcher-to-common book in that reportedly extensive library of yours?” Jaskier greeted, arms wide in excitement (though Geralt eyed them warily like Jaskier was trying for a hug, and Jaskier would never mortify himself with that sort of expectation).

“Lambert and Eskel are more talkative. Not as talkative as you ,” Geralt answered with a huff as he continued walking, hauling the head of whatever beast he had just slain. Jaskier wanted to ask after the creature, but found himself far more interested in this snippet of his personal life Geralt was sharing with him.

“Ah, so it’s just you, then? Figures I should attempt to become the barker of a witcher who refuses to share gory details with me to his own benefit!” Jaskier knocked his shoulder into Geralt’s as he fell into step beside Geralt. To Jaskier’s great delight, he saw the corner of Geralt’s mouth tip up, just a smidge. Maybe Geralt had missed him, too.

“No. Vesemir talks less than me, now.”

Jaskier hummed. “So, Lambert, Eskel, and Vesemir, they are…?” Jaskier trailed off, hoping Geralt would continue his information binge--and wasn’t that truly distressing, that this was what Jaskier would refer to as a binge --enough to fill in the blanks.

“Vesemir trained us. Lambert and Eskel are my brothers,” Geralt answered.

Jaskier was dying to ask more. He didn’t know where to begin. Before the words had finished leaving Geralt’s mouth, he had formed hundreds of questions on the training of witchers alone . Geralt had to speak to the alderman, though, and to interrupt him on his quest to get his coin would leave Jaskier with a cranky witcher on his hands, and less information than he would like. Besides, a barrage of questions had never helped him get anywhere with Geralt. Sometimes he could confuse Geralt into answering one or two just to get Jaskier to stop, but Jaskier had a suspicion Geralt was becoming immune to his charms.

“Geralt, what is next on our docket?” Jaskier asked as they walked away from the alderman, Geralt’s pockets significantly heavier, due in no small part to Jaskier’s wheedling and dramatizing about the creature--which he still did not know the name of. “Perhaps a vampire? A harpy? One of those disgusting eight-legged creatures with a face that looks like every nightmare ever had pressed together?”

“A brothel,” Geralt answered.

“Right. A… a brothel.” Jaskier frowned, his eyebrows furrowed. “And then what, my good sir? The nightmare creatures?”

Geralt shrugged. “I imagine then a good fuck. I don’t usually find nightmare creatures inside brothels.”

Jaskier groaned. Had the witcher not been practically speed-walking his way away from Jaskier, he would have shoved the witcher. Not that it would have done much good anyway, but Jaskier would have felt better. Like he had made his frustration known.

“Geralt, I hope you aren’t being evasive on purpose. I know you’ve missed me--or at the very least, missed the way I can talk you into some extra coin--and I won’t have you trying to avoid me and leave when I’m caught unawares.” Jaskier huffed, crossing his arms in frustration. “I am going to get myself a room at an inn. If you try to leave without me after you have relieved your carnal urges, I will write you a scathing song. You’ve seen how much good I can do when I’m singing your praises. Do not underestimate my ability to destroy your reputation through song.”

Geralt rolled his eyes, but Jaskier liked to imagine he saw a flicker of fear in them. Jaskier would never do such a thing, but he’d certainly be heartbroken. It wouldn’t be the first time, but, like a sane person, he tried to avoid obvious heartbreak darkening his door.

The crowd, as he performed at the tavern that night, was much better than the one in Posada. They shouted out requests, laughed at his jokes, and stomped their feet more-or-less in time. Jaskier’s case was full of coins by the time the tavern door swung open and Jaskier was fully distracted by the witcher striding inside.

Jaskier had traveled with Geralt long enough to recognize displeasure on his face. It was hard to tell from his otherwise gruff and unhappy expressions, but Jaskier could read it in the tilt of his lips and the tension of his forehead. The witcher took a seat in the far back of the tavern, at one of the few open tables left, and though Geralt’s back remained to Jaskier, his head was tilted as if he was actually listening.

A moment later, Jaskier came back to himself. It would not do well for him to lose his audience, not when they were so enamored with him, and he had to put food in his belly somehow. Though every part of him longed to join Geralt, to inquire after what went wrong--because clearly something had, or Geralt would have remained in the brothel--Jaskier continued his performance. It wasn’t long, he had certainly done longer performances elsewhere, but it was long enough to keep the audience’s favor. Often, it was best to leave early, lest they lose interest.

Geralt was still at the table when Jaskier slid onto the bench across from him, but now he had an ale before him. And two empty ones besides.

“I expected you to be buried beneath a beautiful working girl for the better part of the night, and possibly into the early morning. No one there to your liking? Have you decided listening to my dulcet tones is a better way to satisfy your hunger?” Jaskier asked, winking.

“They stank. Every one of them.”

Jaskier raised an eyebrow. “Do they not have baths there? Perhaps that could have been your foreplay. You do so love a warm bath.”

Geralt’s head began to shake before Jaskier finished speaking. He took a drink of his ale, spending enough time on it that Jaskier wasn’t certain Geralt was going to offer the information Jaskier was so clearly missing. “Not like that,” Geralt finally answered. “Fear. Every one of them smelled like fear. Strongly.”

He shrugged, as if this was nothing, and Jaskier’s heart ached for him. He hadn’t realized the witcher could perceive that, though, at this point, Jaskier had been certain there were few surprises left. Evidently, he did not know as much about witcher physiology as he thought he did. He would have to do more to press Geralt about this, but perhaps not at a point when Geralt looked so… sick of himself.

“Perhaps if you gave it another go? Maybe they were caught off guard?” Jaskier asked, and again, Geralt was shaking his head before Jaskier finished speaking.

“I will not lie with someone terrified I’m going to rip their throat out,” he answered. Hard to argue with logic like that. “It’s fine. I’ll try again in another town.”

There was very little Jaskier could do to fix this. As much as people were beginning to welcome the witcher, Jaskier couldn't fix everyone’s perceptions of him. And if Geralt really could smell fear on them, well, there wasn’t much Jaskier could do about that, even if he did change the public perception of witchers. It would take a long time before the automatic fear response went away. It was baffling, though. Jaskier couldn’t imagine how anyone could look at Geralt and not want to bed him.

“Well. Save your coin tonight, friend. I already have a room, and you are welcome to join me!” Jaskier announced cheerily.

Geralt snorted into his drink. “I’ll get my own room, bard.”

“Ah, yes, well, that is the thing. There is a rather large chance I have purchased the last remaining room.” Jaskier grimaced at Geralt. “I’m afraid it was less an offer of loneliness, but rather an offer of necessity.”

Geralt grimaced right back. “You needn’t sacrifice your room. I’ll find other lodgings.”

“No,” Jaskier insisted, shaking his head. “Geralt, really. Share my room. I will endeavor to give you space when we sleep, but you know I cannot help what I do while I am unconscious. Hence why I will fund this particular stay in a real bed that I know you will hold over my head for the length of our travels tomorrow. But I must insist that you stay here, and not only because I am still afraid you will leave despite my warnings of a scathing song.”

Geralt snorted again, and finished the last of his ale. “Fine, Jaskier. Only if you stop talking , though.” He pushed back from the table and stood up, looking expectantly at Jaskier.

“You know I can make no such promise,” Jaskier answered, though he grinned as he stood up.

Though this night undoubtedly was terrible for Geralt, it was shaping up to be exactly what Jaskier wanted. Even if sharing a bed rarely went well for them, as Jaskier had a tendency of wrapping himself around Geralt in his sleep, much like a snake would to squeeze the life out of their meal. Still, Geralt followed after Jaskier, and they oscillated between idle chit-chat and companionable silence as they both staged their belongings in the room and undressed for bed.

“Geralt,” Jaskier started, sitting on the bed as Geralt continued the long, arduous process of removing his armor.

“Jaskier?” Geralt answered.

“You can smell fear on people?”

Geralt paused for a moment, his hand stilling over his armor as he placed it carefully away. He nodded, and said, “Yes. It smells… sickly sweet. Like rotting fruit.”

Jaskier nodded back, mulling this over for a moment. “Have you ever smelled it on me?”

Geralt shrugged, returning to removing his armor, though he was now more methodical than he had been. Like he was trying to keep his hands busy. Curious.

“At times,” he answered. “When a beast gets too close to you, or when that drunk swiped a knife at you.” Jaskier shuddered at the memory, and just barely caught Geralt’s smile before it disappeared.

“Never with you, though, right?” Jaskier said this urgently, and Geralt turned to look at him, an eyebrow raised. Whatever he found on Jaskier’s face made him hum, and he turned to abandon the last piece of armor.

“Once. When you asked about the fae. But it was… faint. I don’t think it had anything to do with me.”

“It didn’t,” Jaskier answered immediately, then winced. It was important to Jaskier that Geralt knew Jaskier didn’t fear him, but he didn’t want Geralt to press on why Jaskier had been a touch afraid during that conversation. It wasn’t time, Jaskier didn’t have the words, and he just prayed to every god out there with a silent Please. Please let him not ask.

Geralt turned to Jaskier, an eyebrow raised, but he didn’t ask. Only looked at Jaskier. They both stayed there for a moment, watching each other, and as Jaskier stood from his seat on the bed, Geralt’s gaze turned guarded.

“So you’ve never smelled fear of you on me?” Jaskier clarified.

Geralt’s eyes narrowed, and his head shake was slow. He didn’t understand where Jaskier was going with this. Jaskier wasn’t surprised.

“So it’s possible for humans to look at you, and never feel fear because of you. It’s possible for someone to look at you and only see how amazing you are.” He paused, and looked at Geralt. His features took on a wounded quality, but he didn’t turn away from Jaskier, nor say anything. Instead, amber eyes stayed locked on Jaskier’s, and though he looked skeptical, this felt like permission to continue. Jaskier took a few steps forward, until he was just before Geralt. Jaskier could lean forward and kiss him, if he wanted. He so desperately did, but he wasn’t sure yet if Geralt would.

“You are not a monster, Geralt of Rivia. And even if it takes a hundred songs, I will make sure that one day you will have forgotten about the time when you had to sniff out fear before taking someone to bed.”

Geralt glanced down at his lips. It was just the briefest of glances, but Jaskier saw it. He shuffled closer, and tentatively put his hands on Geralt’s chest. Geralt hesitated only a moment, before taking Jaskier’s hips, and the corner of his mouth quirked.

“Bold words,” Geralt said. He wanted to say so much more, Jaskier could tell, but the words evaded him. Jaskier smiled.

“I am not afraid of you. And I won’t be the last.” Jaskier said the words softly, seriously, like a promise.

It was a promise. Jaskier had already seen a shift in the witcher’s treatment. Surely if he kept going, wrote more songs, he’d be able to keep Geralt as safe as Geralt had unwittingly kept Jaskier. Geralt deserved better, deserved more, deserved anything and everything the world could offer him. If Jaskier could do anything to change Geralt’s life, Jaskier would do it without question.

“Can I kiss you?” Jaskier asked, breathless. He didn’t mean to ask it, but with Geralt so close, touching Jaskier, and allowing himself to be touched by Jaskier, how could the bard resist?

Geralt answered by closing the distance between them. The kiss started off slow, exploratory, as if Geralt was waiting for the other shoe to drop, waiting for the stench of fear to overtake him. Jaskier could say, with certainty, that this didn’t happen. Jaskier allowed himself to be kissed at Geralt’s pace, as he slid his hands up to cup Geralt’s neck.

Soon, the kiss turned hungry.

Jaskier’s heart hammered in his chest as Geralt backed him up against the bed. Jaskier pulled away only to clamber onto the mattress, tugging Geralt with him until Geralt hovered over Jaskier. Geralt pushed Jaskier’s doublet and shirt out of the way, but made no move to remove them, and Jaskier untucked Geralt’s shirt as bruises were sucked and bit into his neck.

“Should’ve known you’d be bitey,” Jaskier teased, and he couldn’t remember the last time sex had made him this breathless this early. He thumbed at the fasteners on Geralt’s pants until they were undone, then pushed his trousers down. It wasn’t an elegant move, nor an elegant angle as Jaskier pressed his hand inside and against Geralt’s hardening cock, but Geralt replied with a groan that spoke of want .

“Does it bother you?” Geralt asked, trailing down to leave similar bite marks along Jaskier’s collarbone.

“Not in the slightest.”

Geralt’s laugh was breathy against Jaskier’s skin, and quickly descended into a bitten off moan as Jaskier finally, awkwardly, got a hand around Geralt’s cock. His touch was light, his only goal presently was to get the witcher hard for him, and to Jaskier’s delight, that didn’t take long. Geralt pressed his face against Jaskier’s neck, and Jaskier could have sworn Geralt smelled him, and something about it had Geralt’s cock twitching in Jaskier’s hand.

“Take your pants off,” Geralt ordered.

Jaskier’s body complied, but his blood went ice cold. Geralt must have noticed this, because he pulled back and met Jaskier’s eyes. Tried to, anyway. Jaskier couldn’t look at him, just kept his eyes trained on his trousers and smallclothes, which he now kicked to the side, off the bed.

“Jaskier?” Geralt asked, a hand on Jaskier’s jaw, forcing Jaskier to look at him. Amber, even now, with his pupils blown wide with desire.

Of course Geralt, with his enhanced senses, would notice. Jaskier flushed and offered him a half-hearted shrug and a shaky laugh. “I don’t like being bossed. That’s all. It’s fine. Are we going to do this, or not?” he answered, with all the bravado he could.

Geralt watched him for a moment, his eyes narrowed, but if he thought Jaskier would reveal more to him, he was incredibly wrong. Finally, he pressed forward to kiss Jaskier again, licking into his mouth. As he distracted Jaskier with the kiss, which quickly turned filthy , Geralt kicked his own clothes off and ground down against Jaskier’s hips in a move that had them both panting, open mouthed against each other.

“Fuck, Geralt,” Jaskier breathed.

He held Geralt’s hip, his fingers pressing into the flesh of his ass. Geralt pressed their bodies close, rutting up against Jaskier’s hip and pressing his own abdomen against Jaskier’s cock. It wasn’t quite enough pressure, but his brain didn’t seem to care, as the motion drew a chorus of moans and many renditions of Yes, please, Geralt from his mouth. As Geralt moved, Jaskier captured both of their cocks in his hand, pressing them together and the new pressure, the new friction, had them both biting off swears into each other’s mouths. They weren’t kissing so much anymore as panting, heavily, against the other’s lips.

“Jaskier,” Geralt moaned, turning and pressing his face into Jaskier’s neck again.

Jaskier lost himself as he came, though Geralt kept moving, and in a distant way Jaskier felt the oversensitive twinge of his cock as the witcher rutted against him. He came back to his body just as Geralt’s found his release, and Geralt caught his lips in a bruising kiss that had Jaskier tugging at Geralt’s hair brutally.

The fervor left slowly, and Geralt rolled off him and to the side as Jaskier followed, unwilling to sever this connection just yet. Geralt made a sound that Jaskier chose to interpret as a happy grunt, or at the very least a satisfied grunt, and Jaskier could understand. He was feeling pretty satisfied himself.

“You don’t like to be bossed?” Geralt asked, pulling away. He held his head up by his hand, his elbow pressed into the bed, and looked down at Jaskier curiously.

Jaskier had approximately zero interest in having this conversation as Geralt stared into his soul , so he pushed himself up to sitting. He shrugged off his doublet, tossing it to the side with far more nonchalance than he normally would have. The bed was warm and he had every interest in staying where it was warm, thank you. He left his shirt on, though. It was a ridiculous look, he was well aware, but there was something comforting in it. Or maybe he just didn’t want to be fully bared while he carefully talked around Geralt’s question.

“No, I don’t,” he answered, shrugging. “I don’t like people telling me what to do or ordering me about. Obviously I wanted to remove my pants, or I wouldn’t have done it--” Geralt’s breath in was audible, and Jaskier feared he heard the lie, so Jaskier barrelled on “--but I don’t like being told to.”

Geralt was quiet for long enough that Jaskier finally turned to look at him. He looked at Jaskier as if Jaskier was a puzzle he couldn’t quite figure out. Jaskier couldn’t blame him. After a moment, though, he held a hand out to Jaskier, which Jaskier gladly took, and slotted himself against the witcher’s body.

“I will remember that,” Geralt promised, and Jaskier’s heart fluttered in his chest. “For… next time?”

Jaskier grinned and nodded. “For next time.”

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vintagevalentinex · 5 years ago

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Wings

This has been a labor of love. It is the longest story that I have written to date and I have to say I’m quite proud of it. I have had this Cas/Reader story in my head for such a long time and I’m so happy that I was finally able to get it out.

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Title: Wings Author: vintagevalentinexx Words: ~4775 Pairing: (Castiel x Reader) Warnings: Major FLUFF. Brief mention of torture/violence. Brief angst.

Wing /wɪŋ/ noun: Any of a number of specialized paired appendages that enable some animals to fly, in particular.

You never really took into consideration how important some things were until they were gone, or even became damaged. You could remember when you were eleven years old when you broke your arm. You had to wear that stupid pink cast and that sling for nearly a month. It was difficult getting dressed, bathing, eating, and you had to rely on other people for nearly everything. Being the precocious, independent youngster that you were, it was difficult having to lean on other people to get things accomplished. It was then that you realized how some parts of your body are like extensions of yourself (literally). While by the end of the month you were figuring out how to get things done without the aid of one of your arms, you were certainly grateful to finally get the cast off. That memory had stuck with you though. It made you not take anything for granted, and it gave you compassion toward other people who may be going through a rough time.

Which is why you could understand why Castiel was so upset and self-conscious about his wings.

You remember the first time you saw his wings. He was a solider of Heaven; fierce and powerful and you watched with awe as he smote demon after demon as you lay incapacitated on the ground. Your vision went in and out, but you could have sworn you saw a magnificent shadow, shaped in the form of wings, the span of which you had never seen before in any kind of animal. As you lay bleeding out you saw bursts of light, the shadow of wings continuing to flicker against any wall they faced. When it was finally over, you thought for a moment that you were going to pass on, but Castiel’s glowing blue eyes kept you awake, always in a trance-like state as he bent down, his gaze softening as he pressed two fingers to your forehead, murmuring something about trying to relax.

When you woke you were greeted by those same beautiful blue eyes, albeit not glowing now. He was staring at you worriedly, his face showing signs of relief as you finally came to.

“You lost so much blood, (Y/N).”

“I…I’m…sorry?”

He looked at you bewildered, his lips forming into a small, shy smile. “You are such a fascinating creature.” With that, you heard the all too familiar flutter of wings as he left, a dopey smile on your face, visions of blue eyes unable to fade out of your mind as you fell back asleep.

It was a long time later when you were gifted with the opportunity of seeing Castiel’s wings again. You were fighting side by side, something that was happening more frequently while Sam and Dean tried to find a cure for the Mark of Cain. Castiel would take you on excursions to question rogue angels, trying to figure out where Metatron was hiding. If there was anyone who knew, it might be him. The both of you were nearly inseparable during that time. You had watched him go through everything—losing his grace, being kicked out of the Bunker, learning about his “extracurricular” affair with April (which for some reason really rubbed you the wrong way), watching Dean turn into a demon, and finding the rest of his grace. You had seen the toll all of these ordeals had done on him. The once curious, awkward angel was now weary and jaded; the wonderment he once had about the world was gone.

Naturally this broke your heart. You had longed for the shy smiles the angel seemed to save for only you, and you missed teaching him about the subtleties of human existence. You wanted to speak up, but you found yourself having a difficult time knowing what to even say to Cas. Hey buddy, why so glum? Hey there pal, I’ve noticed you’re not as awkwardly adorable as you used to be. Yeah…that’s definitely not going to work.

You sighed, your mind shifting back to the fight you were currently in, Castiel by your side as you fought more demons. You were thrown against a wall, crumbling into yourself as you saw the bright light again that you saw so very long ago. You shielded your eyes, not wanting your eyeballs to melt out of your face, waiting for the blinding light to die down. Finally you were away to uncover your face, seeing the faintest shadow of his wings. You heard a gasp, realizing moments later that you were the person who made this noise, seeing the condition of his wings. Several feathers were missing and currently falling off, the shadows of them fading into nothingness as they hit the ground. You bit your lip, your heart sinking at how Castiel’s wings looked now. He had been through so very much and it must have been tiring on his vessel and his grace. You wondered if there were things that could not be healed by grace.

The flutter of wings signaled Castiel’s presence in front of you as he bent down. You could see him staring tenderly at you. “(Y/N)…I am sorry that you are always getting hurt while I’m around…I wish…I wish I could protect you better.”

You tried to smile, feeling his warm fingers going to your forehead, the pain and aches of the fight quickly dissipating. “It’s okay, Cas…it’s part of the job.” You put a hand on his bicep, feeling the muscle through his trenchcoat. “I…I need to tell you something Cas.”

He looked at you inquisitively, tilting his head as he helped you up. “What is the matter, (Y/N)?”

You fought to meet his eyes, nervous, hoping he wouldn’t be upset with you. “Well…one of the first time we fought together…I saw your wings…and they were beautiful, enormous and they looked so powerful.” You swallowed, trying to not look at his face, knowing there would be sorrow etched into his features. “I saw them again today…they…they looked quite different.”

Castiel looked at you through his eyelashes, unspeaking, nodding as you continued. “They were so different today. Your wings…they looked damaged.”

“I have sacrificed many things for the betterment of humans, (Y/N).”

“I know you have, but at what cost, Cas? What would I…er…we do without you around? You are so very important.”

“I am but a soldier of Heaven…”

“You are one of us. You are special to me, Cas. And we need to get you better. Please…please let me help you heal.”

You made it your personal mission to help him heal.

“I do not understand this at all, (Y/N)…”

You laughed as you plopped down on Sam’s bed, the only room in the Bunker that had Netflix. That was something you’d definitely have to work on. You continued to giggle as you watch Castiel try and sit on the bed in his trench coat, shoes still on. You quirked an eyebrow.

“Seriously, Cas? Shoes? Your coat? Both of them off. Now.”

“I…but why?”

“Because…” you started, “if Sam finds out I let you sit on his bed with your shoes on, he will never let me watch Netflix again! Now c’mon!”

You could have sworn you saw him roll his eyes as he finally plopped down next to you, smirking a little as you swayed on the bed from the force of him. You clicked the TV on with the remote, the dim glow of the screen illuminating the room.

“Would you please explain to me again why this is necessary?”

You sighed, scrolling through the movies and shows on the home screen of Netflix, trying to find something you think that Castiel would like. “It’s very necessary. You need to heal. You are so far done that you can’t heal yourself and you can’t even fly anywhere. The ordeals you have been through have been very taxing on you, Cas…”

“Yes, I understand that, but why is this…” He motioned to the television, “needed? Can’t I just lie here?”

It was your turn to roll your eyes. “Technically no. But it can be rather enjoyable! All of these different movies on here all tell different stories of the human experience. Some are sad, some are angry, some are absolutely hilarious. The point is that you can step outside of yourself and focus on these stories instead of what you have going on. It’s nice sometimes to be able to put it off for a while sometimes.”

Castiel nodded, smiling the small, shy smile you have started to adore as he stared intently at the screen, his smile growing larger as you click on a documentary about bees. You slyly glanced at him, smiling at him fondly, his eyes excited as he watched the screen. What an adorable dork.

You couldn’t see it, but in the shadows of the room, Castiel’s wings twitched, less feathers fell from them as they started to subtly glitter and dance against the shadows.

“Just humor me.”

You sat in the library of the Bunker with Castiel, swinging your legs as you sat in a chair, nursing a mug of hot chocolate. You pouted up at him, trying to give him the best puppy dog eyes you could muster, taking another sip of your hot chocolate, unbeknownst to you, a bit of whipped cream resting on your upper lip.

Castiel chuckled as watched you. As he stepped closer he bent down, taking a thumb to gently wipe your upper lip. “You had something on your face. (Y/N)…are you well? You feel so warm?”

He tilted his head as he looked at you. You pulled away from him harshly, trying to completely not look like a mess as he touched you. “I’m…I’m fine, Cas. It’s just the heat from the hot chocolate!”

He seemed to accept that as an answer as he finally took a seat next to you, a mug that was meant for him. “What am I supposed to do with this, again?”

You beamed. “You’re supposed to drink it! It tastes so good! Chocolate is amazing!” You giggled as you watched him eye the steaming mug suspiciously.

“When I consume anything, I can only taste the molecules, (Y/N). As ‘amazing’ as your hot chocolate sounds, I will not be able to taste it.”

You looked at him sheepishly, hanging your head as you realize your mistake. “Oh, right. I’m sorry, Cas. I should have realized. That was really stupid of me.” You chewed on your lip; picking at your fingernails as you looked down, feeling terrible. You just wanted to make him happy and try to cheer him up a little bit.

Your head snapped up as you heard the scrape of a chair moving closer to yours. His chair was butted right alongside yours, armrests flush with each other. Cas picked up your mug from the table, handing it back to you. “Please don’t apologize, (Y/N). Maybe it will taste like something. I should not have said anything until I tried it.”

Smiling, you took your mug, clanking it with Castiel’s as you both took a sip out of your respectful mugs, you smiling, your face scrunching up as you tasted the warm hot chocolate; Castiel’s’ face scrunching up in disgust as he sipped.

“This is still terrible.”

You giggled softly, shifting as you leaned your head on his shoulder, your toes wiggling in your thick woolen socks as you enjoyed the quiet with Castiel.

Just out of your line of sight, Castiel’s wings were unfurled, yet still fairly barren. Despite this, his wings did not shed a single feather now, yet still hung rather limp.

Of course the heat wasn’t working properly in the Bunker. That seemed to be right on par with the day you were having. You stubbed your toe nearly as soon as you stepped out of your bed this morning, you shrunk your favorite t-shirt in the wash, there wasn’t any coffee left, and Dean ate all the damn pop tarts. You huffed as you nestled yourself down on the couch, cocooning yourself in several blankets, getting comfy. You turned on the tv, trying to keep warm. Hopefully the boys would be back soon to fix the damn furnace.

Unbeknownst to you, Castiel had popped into the Bunker to check up on you, find you fast asleep on the couch. He smiled softly as he watching you for a while, bundled up in all the blankets. He watched you for a little while longer, a frown etching onto his mouth as he realized you were still shivering under all of those blankets. He crouched down, brushing your cheek with the back of his hand, trying to rouse you from sleep.

“(Y/N)…(Y/N)…please wake up…” You shifted, your eyes fluttering open slowly to be met by the most beautiful blue ones you had ever had the pleasure to see. A smile crept its way onto your lips as you groggily answered him.

“Hey, Cas. Everything okay?”

His eyebrows furrowed as he continued to watch you shiver. “You are cold, (Y/N).”

You smiled self-consciously at him, averting your eyes. “Yeah…the heating seems to be on the fritz so I’ve been trying to stay warm…”

Before you could even speak Castiel was moving around the blankets to get into them next to you, not realizing that you were a blushing mess. It was enough to make you blush to just be near to him, but cuddling under blankets was probably going to kill you.

“Your heart is beating rather fast, (Y/N). Perhaps I should move closer to try and give you some of this vessel’s warmth.”

You couldn’t even speak as you felt him wrap an arm around you, the heat in your cheeks intensifying. The both of you sat there for a while, and you found yourself unconsciously moving closer to him as the warmth from his body seeped into yours. You found yourself dozing off, your head finally lulling onto his shoulder. Castiel smiles down at you, giving you a firm squeeze as he aimlessly watches whatever is on the television.

He doesn’t know it, but the limpness in his wings is significantly less now, returning to the strength they once were. The shadows of his wings trembled in the shadows against the walls, the light from the television creating beautiful shapes against the shadows of his wings.

“It is merely a visible mass of condensed water vapor floating in the atmosphere. I don’t see what is so important about that.”

You sighed, flopping over onto your side, leaning up on an elbow to stare at the angel. It was a beautiful spring day, and while the sky wasn’t completely cloudless, the beautiful puffy, tufts of white crawling their way through the sky. Although you had seen many beautiful days, it was nice to be able to spend a moment alone with Castiel.

Castiel.

If anyone reminded you of a beautiful, blue, sunny day, it was him. You were currently trying your best to not stare for too long at him; he was more observant than he let most people realize. When he smiled, actually, genuinely smiled, it was as if the sun was warming your skin, the heat intensifying when that smile was directed your way. His eyes were more captivating that anything you had ever gazed upon; the most beautiful shade of blue that you could ever imagine. You found yourself growing fonder of him as the days passed and as you spent more and more time with the angel. He was becoming a facet in your life; a piece of your heart that you did not want to give up.

“(Y/N)…(Y/N)…is something wrong with my face? Are you alright?”

You jerked your head, your nose colliding with Castiel’s forehead; apparently he was much closer now, but you would know that if you weren’t daydreaming. Your hand immediately went to your face, the crunch of the blow making your eyes water, trying to keep composure. Castiel was immediately pulling you up, making you move your hand, his eyes full of concern. He pressed two fingers to your forehead, the warm of his grace flowing through you, healing your nose as if nothing had ever happened. He held you by your shoulders, leaning in close.

“Please forgive me, (Y/N). I am so very sorry that I hurt you…I would never want to hurt you.”

You smiled, wiggling your nose. “See…it’s as good as new. I promise I’m not mad…”

Castiel continued to look at you like a scolded puppy and you couldn’t help but giggle, his concern for you warming your heart.

“I tell you what. If you can tell me what that cloud looks like we can call it even.” He rolled his eyes, still not understanding why you would want to do such a trivial thing. He plopped back down on the ground, taking you with him at his side. His eyebrows furrowed, deep in thought, turning his head to pout at you as you giggled softly at his ‘thinking face’.

“That one there…it seems to resemble the shape of a bee…”

Castiel smiled at you, your lips moving of their own accord to match his grin. The both of you laid there until the sun hung low in the sky, your eyes growing heavy as you fell into a comfortable, warm sleep. Castiel brushed the hair out of your face, pressing the softest whisper of a kiss at your hairline, smiling down at you.

You snuggled closer to the warmth of him, the warm spring wind blowing gently, caressing your skin. Little did you know that Castiel’s wings were flexing and flapping gently, stretching the muscles, creating the breeze you felt. Feathers no longer fell from his wings. New fluffy, downy feathers grew in the empty spaces, maturing into the longer, outer layer that so desperately needed to be replaced.

The power had gone out in the Bunker. Well…not really, but you had turned out all of the lights, your flashlight leading Castiel and you through the hallways.

“(Y/N)…now you’re really confusing me. This seems extremely unnecessary. Can’t we just turn all the lights back on and get on with our lives?”

All you did was grin at him as you dragged him to your room, flashlights and candles flicking in the space. You could see Castiel smiling fondly at your work, his lips curling up into a warm smile as he looked at your creation in the center of the room. “Did you collect all of the blankets and pillows in the Bunker to create that…umm…”

“Fort. It’s a fort, Cas. It’s a blanket fort! C’mon!”

You dragged him under and into the fort, where more lights and candles illuminated it (good thing you had an angel with you for assistance if you started a fire with all these candles). After the both of you got settled amongst the blankets and pillows, you set your flashlight aside, the soft light illuminating both of your faces. You shuffled closer to Castiel, sitting shoulder to shoulder as you wiggled your sock-clad toes.

“Tell me something about yourself, Cas.”

He looked at you confused. “I don’t understand…”

You smiled, “I want to know more about you, the things you like, what you were like when you were younger…wait…were you ever younger? Were angels ever babies?! Please tell me there are such things as angel babies!!”

Castiel openly laughed, noting the flush in your cheeks as his hand “accidentally” brushed against yours.

“I think I understand what you mean now, (Y/N). Perhaps you should go first.”

You nodded, pondering about what you wanted to tell him. “Well…when I was little I always used to love camping in the backyard when it was warm enough. One summer, it seemed to rain every night so I wasn’t able to spend the night outside. My parents had the amazing idea to create a blanket fort inside so we could spend the night camping in the house. We gathered up all the blankets and pillows in the house and made the most amazing fort ever. We stayed up all night telling stories to each other. It’s the fondest memory I have of them.”

Castiel smiled, taking your hand into his, giving it a firm squeeze. “Thank you for sharing that with me. It’s a beautiful memory.”

You smiled back at him, your hand still firmly planted in his. “Alright, it’s your turn.”

Castiel let go of your hand, causing you to pout momentarily, your frown quickly being replaced with a shy smile as his arm found its way around your shoulders, pulling you into his side, engulfing you in his warmth.

“When the Earth was new, I enjoyed the time when the animals and all of the creatures were being created. I was marveled at how each creature is such a masterpiece. God even let some of the angels help create some of the animals…the platypus for example…one of Gabriel’s creations…”

“No way…you’re making this up!” You laughed, your head finding its way onto his shoulder.

He chuckled. “He also had a lot of input on the giraffe…” He paused for a moment, turning his head to smile down at you on his shoulder.

“But my fondest memory…that would be…that would have to be several things, (Y/N). I suppose it could be summed up as one thing, though. The first time I saw you smile is probably the fondest memory that I have in all of my years…”

You looked up at him, steeling yourself as you bent upward, pressing your lips to his. The kiss wasn’t overly passionate; it was sweet, and it spoke volumes for you, everything you wanted to say to him at that moment but were unable to say.

The empty spaces on Castiel’s wings were completed filled in now, the strength slowly but surely still coming back to them. They started to unfurl much more effectively.

“Can you please explain this to me again?”

You pumped your legs as you glided through the air, swinging back and forth on the swing set, the breeze blowing through your hair. You grinned at you turned your head, watching him move his legs, and unsuccessfully swing. Hopping off of the swing mid-air, you made your way over to Castiel’s swing, standing behind him.

“You need to push yourself off first to get the momentum going, Cas.”

“I do not understand.”

“Here, lift your feet off the ground…”

You grabbed the chains, pulling the swing back as the bewildered angel looked back at you. You let go of the chain, pushing him forward. “Go ahead now, Cas. Move your legs!”

You watched on as he pumped his legs like you showed him, the swing going higher and higher. Hopping back on your own swing, you went back to the wonderful task of flying through the air on your swing, completely oblivious to whatever Castiel was doing. You continued on for a while before all of a sudden your swing stopped abruptly, your back met with a solid wall of muscle. You let out an audible “oof” as you craned your neck around to look up at Castiel. “What are you doing, Cas?”

“Something I should have done a long time ago.”

He moved around, now facing you as he grabbed the chains of your swing, he pulled you forward, pulling you up to him as his lips finally found yours, kissing you like you had wanted him to for such a long time. Your hands found their way to his face, cupping his cheeks, completely trusting in the fact that his angelic strength would keep you locked in that position for as long as Castiel so desired.

There was now a shimmer to Castiel’s wings, as if his grace was pumping through them. Their strength was just about back to full power; nearly completely healed.

This night could not have been any more perfect. You were alone with Castiel; the both of you had the motel room to yourselves for the night while Sam and Dean did some reconnaissance of a warehouse where they believed a nest of vampires were staying. Castiel held you in his arms, swaying the both of you to the faint music on the radio. You snuggled into his chest, letting him move you to the music, breathing him in. You murmured softly, “I can’t remember a time where I was ever so happy, Cas. You are so incredibly important to me and I feel so deeply for you.”

Castiel halted your movements, taking both of your hands into his own, pressing them to his lips.

“Ever since I’ve been with the Winchesters, I have felt as though I have straddled both Heaven and Earth; no longer belonging to either place. It has been a feeling I have been struggling with for years. Spending this time with you has taught me that although I do not belong to either place, all I need is to belong to you, and that keeps me sated. I feel whole because you feel like home.”

You looked up at him, tears welling up in your eyes as you reached up to kiss him, putting everything that you are into his lips, your arms wrapping around him, your body pressed flushed against his. “Cas…I don’t even know what to say right now…”

“Then don’t. Just feel with me. Be at home with me, (Y/N).”

Castiel’s wings, now fully healed wrapped around you, shielding you from potential dangers and keep you close to him. You couldn’t see them, but it was as though you felt a blanket of comfort and warmth draped around you.

That was the most important, most beautiful memory you had. They say when you are about to die, your most important memories replay in your mind. Your mind kept showing you memories of the time you had spent with Castiel everything from simple little moments, up until the moment you knew that the both of you loved each other.

The demons tortured you relentlessly, trying to get a location of the Winchesters out of you. Naturally you didn’t tell them a single thing, which obviously pissed them off. They beat you down, leaving you within mere moments of death, your vision blurring, fingers growing cold. All you could think of was Castiel, his blue eyes burned into your memory.

As if out of nowhere, a near-blinding white light filled the room in which you were being held, the force of it almost painful. You struggled to close your eyes, worried that you may not be able to open them again. You could see the magnificent form of wings, full and lush, against one of the back walls. It took a while for your eyes to focus, but as they do, you see blue, nearly crying as you see the beautiful eyes of your lover.

Without a word he smites them all, quickly coming to your aid, his gaze becoming pained as he takes in your pitiful state. His voice is strained as he speaks. “Please forgive me for not getting here sooner…”

Castiel pressed his lips to your forehead, his grace flowing into you, healing you, bringing you back from the brink of death. He literally kissed away your wounds, gathering you up into his arms. You looked up at him, your beautiful, brave, selfless angel and you smiled, feeling so very grateful that you did not have to part with him yet; you were blessed with more time with him, precious time that you would never take for granted.

“I love you, Castiel.”

“There is nothing more precious to me in the entirety of existence than you, (Y/N). ‘I love you’ does not have enough depth to describe what I feel for you.”

You smiled, arms wrapping around his neck. “I saw them, you know. Your wings…well at least what my eyes would allow me to see. They looked amazing! When I first saw them, they were…well…nearly bare. But now…they are glorious!”

He smiled down at you thoughtfully. “Yes, they are completely healed. I never imagined that they would be returned to their unblemished state, knowing the condition that they were in. However, it seems that spending time with you has healed them, healed me. I will spend the rest of eternity taking care of you. But first…I think we will need to make sure you are completely healed.”

You kissed him, feeling content, knowing that you were finally home as well.

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stereksecretsanta · 5 years ago

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Merry Christmas, @callofthemoon!

Happy Holidays! Hope you enjoy the fic!

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Lost and Found

"Focus on me, okay?"

A deep voice cuts through the haze of panic, like a light shining down into the well of despair his anxiety has thrown him into.

"Hey, you're safe."

Warmth. A hand on his. A warm chest under his palm, the heat filtered through a thin layer of soft fabric. He can feel a heartbeat, steady and strong.

"Breathe. Come on, breathe with me."

The voice—the male voice—might as well have asked Stiles to turn water to wine, breathing seemed just as impossible. He knows it isn't. He manages fine most days but most days he isn’t....

No. Don't think about it. Not yet. Not now. He's safe. The man said so and there's something about him that feels familiar, something about his soul that Stiles's magic recognizes.

He inhales on a gasp, exhales a shaky breath.

"That's it. That's good. Just like that. In again."

Stiles breathes in. He blinks and the world comes back into focus. He sees blue, brilliant blue eyes set in a handsome face framed by stubble. The man smiles, showing off a pair of bunny teeth that take nothing from how blindingly hot the stranger is.

"And out. Good."

Each breath shared with the stranger brings the rest of the world a little further back into focus. He's in a convenience store, the little shop three blocks from campus. It's night. Late night, if he remembers correctly, after midnight. He'd been studying at the library and he wanted midterm supplies before he went back to the dorms.

"Hi, there," the stranger says. He's wearing a blue police uniform. The name tag says 'Hale.' Stiles wonders if he's related to the Beacon Hills Hales. He wonders if this one is also a werewolf. "Back with us?"

Stiles nods. He pulls his hand away from the officer's chest with reluctance. He wants to curl into the safety of the stranger's arms, but most people would consider that rude, or at the very least, creepy and weird.

"S-Sorry." His voice comes out rough and reedy.

"Nothing to be sorry about," Hale says. He sits back on his heels, putting some distance between them. "Do you know where you are?"

He nods. "S-Store."

"Do you live nearby?"

Stiles nods again. He's feeling a little steadier. The uniform helps. It reminds him of his dad, even if it's the wrong color. He wants to call his dad but if he's not working then he's probably asleep and Stiles doesn't want to risk waking him if he is. He glances down at his turned-out pockets. He also doesn't have his phone to call with.

Stiles releases a long sigh and runs a hand through his hair. His chest hurts. The brief lack of oxygen is giving him a headache. "Yeah," he says. "At the dorms."

"Do you want a ride back? I can take your statement in the morning. We don't have to go through everything right now."

Officer Hale is being too nice. They need his statement now if they want to catch the robber. It'd be sharper in his memory, assuming he could remember anything past having a gun shoved in his face.

They probably don't intend to catch the guy. Most trivial robberies go unsolved. If Hale is a werewolf, maybe he's going to try tracking by scent? That seems unlikely.

Stiles slumps back against the ice cooler. His student ID was in his wallet, which he no longer has either, which means he can't get back to his room, assuming Scott would even wake up if Stiles knocked to let him in.

This really isn't his night.

"No, I need my wallet and keys to get in."

"Okay." Officer Hale nods easily. "Do you want to wait at the station? You can use the phone at my desk to call someone. I've been told our coffee isn't half bad."

He could call Lydia, she's probably awake, but he has one of Deaton's books in his backpack and three unfinished papers on his laptop that he hadn't backed up. He doesn't really want to wait and risk the robber selling off his stuff.

If he wants his belongings back, he's going to have to do it himself.

Stiles looks up at the shelves. There's not a whole lot to work with but he's the king of improvisation, though half the time he only does it to watch Deaton's face twitch.

Officer Hale offers him a hand up. His palm is warm. Stiles wants to hold on forever, but again, trying not to be a creeper. Hale doesn't pull away immediately either, so maybe it's not just him. He glances up at Hale and smiles when he catches Hale watching him.

Later. He can hit on the handsome police officer later.

Stiles reluctantly releases Hale's hand and peruses the shelves. He grabs a bottle of iced coffee, a container of salt, a lighter, and a travel map. He brings his haul to the counter where the clerk is watching him strangely.

"Want your money back?" The guy nods. "Then comp me this and let me borrow a knife."

Officer Hale raises a very judgmental eyebrow. "You have a license to practice magic?"

Stiles smirks at Hale. “I’m more than just a pretty face.” He holds out his hand. “Stiles Stilinski, Spark and Emissary to the McCall pack.”

Something hot and electric spreads from where Officer Hale’s hand grips his. “Derek Hale.” His eyes flash blue and Stiles bites his cheek to keep from drooling. “Beta of the Beacon Hills Pack.” Derek runs his eyes over Stiles and there’s a hunger in his gaze that lets Stiles know he’s not the only one with some instant attraction going on. “I’ve heard of you.”

Stiles smiles and looks at Derek through lowered lashes. “All good things, I hope?”

The clerk scans everything in, presses a few buttons, then pushes it back with a pointed cough.

“Right. Knife?”

Derek pulls a folded blade from his pocket and hands it to Stiles. “Here. Use mine.”

Stiles arches an eyebrow. His lips twitch into a wry smirk. “Don’t you have...?” He mimes claws.

Derek shrugs. “Sometimes you don’t want to get your hands dirty.”

“Fair.”

Stiles carries his goods out onto the sidewalk in front of the shop. He unfolds the map and holds it down with the lighter, salt, knife, and coffee, one in each corner. He pours a circle of salt around the map, then uses the lighter to sterilize the blade. Once the blade cools, he cuts his palm and makes a fist over the center of the map, squeezing his blood out over the map.

He closes his eyes and concentrates on his missing backpack. He’s used it to carry so many things that have been touched by his magic. There’s a durability charm sewn into the bottom and each strap. He’s got a lighter, candle, and mountain ash in one of the pockets. He’s got a woven protective charm on a keychain and a spelled coin in his wallet.

He opens his eyes as his magic gathers in the items before him. The salt swirls into a miniature hurricane, lifting the map up as his blood soaks into the paper. The map folds itself into an origami bird. The salt disappears into the folds.

The bird flits around Stiles’s head twice. Stiles points to Derek and the bird moves to flutter in the air in front of the officer.

Derek stares at the bird with wide eyes. He looks somewhat awed when Stiles hands him his knife back and picks up the rest of the supplies.

“What’s the coffee for?” One of the other officers—Boyd, according to his nametag—asks.

Stiles twists off the cap and takes a long chug. “I’ve been up since eight in the morning and magic uses a lot of energy.”

The bird flies a short distance away and hovers, waiting.

“Shall we?” Stiles asks.

“Get in the car.” Stiles doesn’t stifle his giggle well enough when Derek does the whole hand on the back of the head thing while helping Stiles into the back of their cruiser, judging from the look Boyd shoots him from the passenger seat.

The bird takes off and the cruiser follows. Stiles’s magic is sentient enough to know to pause for red lights and stop signs. They pull into an apartment complex.

“Stay here,” Derek says, his voice holding the warning growl of a territorial werewolf.

Stiles smiles and turns to lay down in the back seat. “Yeah, sure.” He waves his hand in a grand gesture. “Do your thing. I’m gonna take a nap. Please lock the doors on your way out.”

Derek snorts a half-suppressed laugh. He doesn’t ask why Stiles doesn’t want to come in with them, and Stiles kind of loves him for it. He’s not being arrogant when he says he’s an amazing magician, one of the strongest Deaton’s ever encountered.

He's strong. He's taken down Darach and wendigo and rogue Alpha werewolves with a laugh and a heavy dose of snark and sarcasm. But ever since one of his asshole classmates went crazy when he was in high school and shot up the Sheriff's Station while Stiles was visiting his dad, he's had a thing about guns. A very strong, very panicky thing about guns that sends him into an anxiety spiral like that one that Derek pulled him out. So he'll gladly stay in the car and letting the mostly bulletproof werewolf—werewolves?—deal with the asshole that stole his stuff.

He doesn't actually expect to fall asleep, but it's been a long day.

He wakes to someone tapping on the window above his head. Stiles blinks up at Derek. He flails, grabbing for something to help lever himself back upright. Once he's seated, Derek opens the door and sets Stiles's backpack on the seat next to him.

"Your phone, wallet, and keys are inside." Derek taps the front pocket. The paper bird is perched on Derek's shoulder. It nuzzles against Derek's stubble. Derek sighs in a way that suggests this isn't the first time the bird's done it and Stiles kind of loves him a little more. "Can I give you a ride back to the dorms?"

"Yes, please!"

Stiles pulls his phone out and unlocks it, checking his messages while Derek drives them back to campus. Stiles points him to the correct dorm. Derek gets out first to open the door for Stiles.

Stiles grabs Derek's arm before he can get back in the car. "Hey, can I ask you something weird?"

Derek raises an eyebrow but says nothing. The bird ruffles its wings and settles into a round, happy lump on Derek's shoulder.

Stiles holds out his phone with a new contact form open. "Feel free to tell me to fuck off if you're not interested, but would you like to go out sometime and if so, can I have your number?"

Derek's answering grin shows off those adorable bunny teeth. He ducks his head slightly as he takes Stiles's phone. "Yeah, that's... I'd like that."

As soon as Derek passes back the phone, Stiles shoots off a text so Derek has his number. "So, it's kind of midterms right now, but I'm free after Thursday and could really use something that doesn't involve studying or taking tests to kick off the weekend."

"I think I can manage that. I'm off on Friday."

"Cool." Stiles's grin is out of control. He bounces on his heels. "It's a date."

"Yeah," Derek grins back at him. "Looking forward to it."

Boyd raps on the window.

Derek jerks his thumb behind him. "I should go. Finish my shift."

Stiles gives in to impulse and raises up on his toes to drop a quick kiss on Derek's cheek. "My hero." He waves to Derek and the bird as he swipes to get into the dorm.

Despite his panic attack, he has some very good dreams that night featuring a blue-eyed officer.

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doubletriplepowerbomb · 5 years ago

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Caveman Part 2

Part 1 here

Hey babes! I’m back again with part two of Caveman! No smut just yet ;) but things have gotten juicier.

I know my requests are still closed but I’ll reopen them soon I promise. There’s just a few more things I want to finish before taking your requests again.

Anyway enjoy part 2 of Caveman!

Word count: +4600

Warnings: swears and legit one line of implied smut

I’m also trying a thing. I wanted to add some of Roman’s point of view so whenever there’s a “-” and a break in the text it changes from Lindsey’s to Roman’s point of view.

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“Gimme a week.” Roman said quickly. “A week… you tutor me and I’ll try and if I don’t get above a C on my tests you don’t ever have to deal with me again. I’ll leave you alone forever.”

He picked me to tutor him because he thought I had a crush on him and I would do his work for him. He called me a cunt. But he came to my house and apologized and I melted at his feet. Ugh.

Roman’s week started this morning and I prayed to God that he would take initiative. I needed him to study and want to work with me because if he didn’t, I couldn’t tutor him. I really didn’t want to see him sit out of any more games.

Right. That was the reason. Not that I wanted to spend more time with him.

I felt a flutter in my chest when I saw the name that lit up on my screen. Roman texted me asking to study today in the library. He is taking initiative.

While walking in the hall to the library, my heart dropped. Not even a week ago Roman and I had a huge argument. I mean after all, Roman expected me to do his work and help him cheat because he thought I had a crush on him. I do have a crush on him but that isn’t important. I’m not that desperate.

I just couldn’t believe that I forgave him so easily. All he said was sorry and I folded. Maybe I am that desperate.

I continued to walk while I thought about everything and quickly realized I was in the library. My eyes shot to the little, private corner that Roman and I always sit in. There he was eating his sandwich, arms bulging in a green tee shirt, his hair was tied back in a bun and again I melted.

“Hey Roman,” A familiar little voice pulled me from my lunch, it was Lindsey. I looked up from my sandwich and I felt something weird in my chest. Her hair was pulled halfway up with a light blue scrunchie and it always looks so good like that. She looked at me with a smile on her face too and sat down next to me. After everything I did to her, she still greeted me with that cute smile. Cute? What the hell am I saying? Fuck she smells so good. Roman stop! What the hell’s happening?

I had a light feeling in my stomach and I couldn’t think straight. She was sitting so close I just wanted to… I don’t even know. I needed to focus though. Lindsey would kill me if I slacked off.

“Roman… Earth to Roman.” I said waving my hand in front of his face. He’s been staring at one problem for about a minute now.

“Oh… uh. I uh…” He stumbled over his words and I moved closer. So I could explain the problem of course.

“It’s okay, this problem is hard.” I heard him breathe out in relief. “Just break it into small steps.” I said, looking up from the paper to him. He was already looking at me when my eyes met his.

He’s staring at me. Lindsey look away. Okay you’ve been staring at him for I don’t know how long. Does he think this is as awkward as I do? What is he thinking about?

Oh god what I wouldn’t give to kiss her right now. No Roman look away. Right now.

Roman’s eyes went back to the paper and I looked down as well. I felt a blush rise on my cheeks. I have no idea how long we stared at each other for.

The bell rang ending lunch. We didn’t get too much done today but it was okay because Roman was coming to my house tonight to study more.

He had a math test on Thursday and every day before that we studied during lunch and at my house after school. We got closer too. He spoke more and laughed more. And I started to like him more.

My doorbell rang at 7 on Wednesday night, Roman’s test was tomorrow and I totally forgot he was coming tonight. I looked down at myself. I was wearing blue athletic shorts, an over-sized Baja hoodie, and my glasses. Not to mention my hair in a messy bun at the top of my head. I didn’t look cute… at all. “Hey, Roman.” I said as I opened the door. My face reddened, he was staring at me.

She opened the door and my eyes widened. She was wearing short shorts, a drug rug, and her glasses. I had to clench my jaw to keep it from hitting the floor. She noticed me staring at her and blushed. I wanted this girl. She never wore this kind of stuff, I wondered why not. She looked hot as hell.

After staring for a couple more seconds I realized that I had been standing in the doorway for about a minute. I hadn’t said one word or moved at all.

Say something idiot. She’s gonna close the door on you, fucking weirdo.

“Hey, Lindsey. Nice drug rug.” He commented with a grin. This is so embarrassing. I never let anyone see me like this. I always take time to get ready for school. Now, I'm standing in front of my crush in my pajamas. I didn't even have a snarky remark for him. I was so embarrassed. “Are you okay?” He asked me, his eyes went from scanning my body to settling on my face.

He took a large step inside, getting much closer than he needed to, and closed the door behind him. “You know I was kidding about the hoodie, right? You look hot.” His words made me look up at him. He was smiling at me. His eyes didn’t look empty. He looked extremely sure of himself.

I look hot? Did Roman just call me hot? Oh my god, he did just call me hot.

I shook off my embarrassment and lead him to the kitchen table. “What do you have for me today?” I asked him, turning around to face him. His eyes went wide again and shot down to the floor before he started playing with his backpack strap.

I smiled to myself, those shorts ride way up. I was just showing off my ass to Roman Reigns.

Knowing he was caught, he was desperate to change the subject. “Can I just have some water.” He choked out. He brought his hand up to rub the back of his neck. His bicep bulged in his tee shirt and I almost tripped over my feet. I nodded my head and got two glasses of water before sitting down at the table next to him. I could tell this was gonna be a long night for both of us.

“Okay, so we’re finishing the review?” He looked at me and took another sip of his water. My eyes found their way to his neck and I watched his throat move as he drank.

I’m going insane.

“I actually finished the review, I have some questions though.” He corrected me. I was shocked that Roman did the review by himself.

Despite how awkward and tense as it was at the beginning of the night, it became more relaxed and enjoyable very quickly. Roman had a few questions and we studied as much as we could but we just couldn’t manage to stay on track.

“You know, I think you're crazy,” I said with a determined look on my face.

His mouth gaped and he threw his hands up. “So what I don’t watch Game of Thrones? It’s confusing. There are so many characters, I can’t follow that shit.”

“It's the best show in the whole world! I’ll give you my HBO password, you have to watch it. And who cares about how many characters there are? That just makes it better. You’ll be able to follow all the stories. You just have to pay attention.”

“See, that's my problem. I do other things when I watch TV.” His voice was smooth and steady as if he was unaware of the gates he just opened. But little did I know he was fully aware. He knew well and good how much I loved shows and movies and once you got me started, there was no stopping me.

“No!” My tone was playful. “You don’t. Those people drive me crazy! How can you put something on TV then not watch it? Like what do you do? Don't tell me you need noise just to look at your phone or something.” I turned in my chair to face him completely and sat with my legs crossed.

I saw his eyes move to look down at my legs before he spoke. “That’s exactly what I do.” He said before taking a sip of his water. My facial expression was enough to make him choke on his water before laughing out loud. My face displayed a mixture of horror, disgust, and confusion.

“How could anyone do that?” My hands flew up and knocked over a glass. He laughed even harder than before, gripping his core to keep himself up. I tried to stay focused on the water on the table but his laugh was so infectious.

It’s kinda sad if you think about it. I’ve been going to school with him since kindergarten and I don’t think I’ve ever heard him laugh in public. He laughs almost every time he comes to my house though. Even when we sit alone in the library sometimes I get a chuckle, but I have never heard the laugh I did today. It was the laugh where it starts really loud in your belly, but you quickly get breathless and the laugh gets silent and you begin to wheeze. It sounds terrible but it’s the best laugh you could ever have with anyone. The type of laugh that lasts forever and leaves you with tears in your eyes and soreness in your core.

“You know, I’ve never seen anyone talk with their hands as much as you do.” Roman’s sentence came out in bits in pieces in between his laughs. I tried to explain myself but I couldn’t. His laugh made me laugh so now we were both there, sitting at my kitchen table, laughing our asses off.

Eventually, we both started breathing again and we got back to studying. Little giggles would erupt from either of us every now and then or someone would make a comment that made the other laugh. It was amazing and natural and it felt right.

3 hours later we finally finished everything. I looked up from the book and my mouth fell open. “Roman. It’s 10. It’s been 3 hours.” I wasn’t mad about the time, I was just surprised that it had been that long.

“Well, thankfully my dad won't kill me for being late. Ya’ know he doesn't mind too much when I come home late from your house.” He said. I could tell this confused him.

“Probably cause you’re studying and getting better grades. You come home late, but your homework is done and you're getting good test scores, he probably doesn’t mind as much.” I explained. Although we both knew how crazy Roman’s dad was, this logic was pretty sound.

“Well, I should probably go.” His voice wasn’t as light and fun as it was before. Him leaving my house meant no more laughter, he’d go home to a house full of awful people that couldn't wait to take out their anger on him.

I smiled at him and stood up as he did. He put all of his books away and lifted his backpack onto his shoulder. I watched his arms lift the bag and my mouth watered. His arms. I blinked hard and walked over to the door.

I thanked God that she was in front of me. I got to stare at her perfect ass and she wouldn’t know. I licked my lips subconsciously and my mind quickly became full of images of what I would do to her if she was mine.

I wanted her. Badly. I blinked hard and my mind went to a place it hadn’t been with her. The horny, yet smooth-talking, teenager that would hit on girls and make their knees turn to jelly. “You should wear those shorts more often.” I started, waiting until she turned around to finish my sentence. “They make your ass look great.” I accompanied my words with a smirk and she rolled her eyes at me. A little blush rose in her cheeks and I knew I had succeeded, I’m in her head now.

Roman texted me on Thursday morning after 4th period. Test went well I think. Can you stay after again? Mr. Barnes should be finished grading before 3:15. I smiled at my screen and texted back that I’d be there.

School flew by and I walked from my ninth period class to his math class. He was waiting there and perked up slightly.

“I really think I did a good job on this one.” Roman said. Mr Barnes came out just as his sentence ended.

“Roman. Lindsey.” His voice was a mixture of annoyed and angry. He handed Roman his test with a frown and walked back into his classroom.

Roman took a breath before flipping the test over and looking at the score. He paused for a moment after looking at it and I got nervous.

Oh no. He failed.

Roman’s mouth curved into a smile and his eyes stayed locked on his paper as he spoke to me. “Lindsey. I got an 88.”

“What?” I looked up at him with a smile on my face. The expression he had on his face practically forced me to smile. His eyes gleamed and his smile showed off his dimples.

“I got an 88 on my test. Lindsey, I don’t think I’ve never gotten a 88 on anything school related in my life.” Roman’s voice boomed and after he was finished speaking he wrapped his arms around me and lifted me off the ground.

I rested my hands on his shoulders and opened my eyes. Our faces were less than an inch apart, I stared into his eyes and I felt his arms tighten around my waist. I used every ounce of self control I had to not press my lips against Roman’s. He smelled so wonderful and his body felt so strong and firm against mine.

I felt the ghost of his arms around me when he put me down and I had to act like I wasn’t overwhelmed. “Roman, that’s incredible.” I said, grabbing the test out of his hands and stared at it in awe.

Lo and behold, on his test there was a red 88 in the right corner. I looked up at him and his eyes gleamed with something I’ve never seen. He was proud of himself. Roman drove me home from school and he was ecstatic.

Friday went by quickly and I was in my room getting ready for the game tonight. I got a text from Baron and put down my hairbrush. Not coming to the game tonight.

Baron hasn’t been around much this week. He really hates Roman and he isn’t happy that I’m still tutoring him. He just can’t get past that I’m spending so much time with ‘that caveman.’

I didn’t think about it too much, I just put my phone down and continued getting ready. I went to the game alone and tried to get Baron out of my head. Rumors still swirled around the bleachers but there were significantly less than the games before.

The game was close the whole time and the bleachers were full of energy. It was tied 28 to 28 the entire fourth quarter and in the final minute, Roman sacked the other team’s quarterback for the fourth down, giving Lakeside the ball. With that, we scored the winning touchdown.

The bleachers erupted with screams and cheers as the clock counted down the final seconds. The student section didn’t hesitate to disobey the administration and school security and stormed the field.

I quickly found Roman and made my way to him. “Roman, that was great!” I yelled once I finally reached him.

I heard that little voice congratulating me and I turned around. Before she or I said anything else I hugged her and lifted her off the ground. I felt her legs wrap around my waist and I felt my heart jump.

I even felt something in my chest when I saw her. Maybe it was her outfit. Jean shorts and a red crop top for the American themed game. Or maybe her hair, it was pulled halfway up with a white scrunchie. Or her smile. Or maybe it was that out of all the voices on the field it was hers that I heard.

Whatever it was, I had no idea what was going through my head other than that I wanted to kiss her.

So I did.

Roman tightened his arms around me and the next thing I knew, he was leaning in.

Is he leaning in? For what? Leaning in for what? Is he gonna kiss me? He is. Roman Reigns is gonna kiss me.

His gorgeous lips were soft and warm. His strong arms held me tightly against him and time seemed to stop as his lips pressed against mine. The whole world seemed to stop. All the voices on the field suddenly cut out leaving just me and Roman. I felt every nerve in my body practically explode as I melted in his arms and let him hold me as tightly to him as he wanted.

My crush of 6 years was kissing me. Not on a dare, not playing spin the bottle, but because he wanted to.

I felt sparks rushing through my body and I never wanted this to end. One of my hands held tightly to his shoulder while the other held tightly to his hair. I didn’t know if this was real, but I wanted more.

Why didn’t I do this earlier? She moaned into the kiss and I held her tighter. I moved my hands down her back to cup her ass in my hands. I was expecting her to pull away but she sat up straighter in my arms. She tightened her grip on my hair and pressed her body closer to mine.

I knew the kiss was going on for to long. Someone’s gonna come over. Somebody’s gonna break it up. Roman get off of her. Put her down. I felt her tongue run across my bottom lip and I opened my mouth. Fuck, I don’t care if anyone comes over. No one is breaking this up.

“Oh yeah Reigns, get it!” The loud booming voice of one of Roman’s football buddies broke our kiss and reality came crashing back in.

Roman pulled away and put me down, but he held firmly onto my arm. “Ambrose, get lost.” Roman’s words were firm and his grip on my arm didn’t loosen. Did he wanna kiss me again? Why is he still holding on?

Dean quickly ran away and Roman turned to me. He looked at me with fire in his eyes and the most dilated pupils I had ever seen.

Tell her how you feel. This is your chance. You can finally have her.

“Look, Lindsey… I really-” He started, but he was cut off by another voice screaming my name.

“Lindsey!” My head whipped around to see Baron. He was running across the field, pushing through people to get to me and Roman. “What the fuck are you doing?!” He yelled once finally reaching us. He didn’t even give me time to answer. He just grabbed my arm a hell of a lot tighter than Roman did and began pulling me towards the parking lot.

“Baron! Let her go!” Roman screamed as he ran after us. By this time, most people on the field had stopped talking and kind of just stared at us. Of course they wanted to see this scene unfold. I would’ve too if I wasn’t in the middle of it.

“Roman, fuck off, man! Leave her alone!” Baron yelled. I struggled against Baron’s grip but he just tightened it. My face begged Roman to stay, to help me, but he couldn’t. His coach was calling the boys into the locker room. Roman looked at me with a sorry look in his eyes, then turned to run to his coach.

Baron dragged me to his car, only letting me go when we got there. Although we were in the parking lot, many people were still around. A lot of them followed us off the field. I could only imagine how quickly this story was going to make its way through the hallways. “Baron, what the hell?” I asked him when he finally let me go. I didn’t particularly care that I was making a huge spectacle. Normally, I would hide away, but Baron stole me away from the boy I had been crushing on so hard for years and I was not happy.

“You’re kidding right? First, you lie to me about tutoring Roman. You act like you aren’t involved with him in any way and I come to the game to see if you’re okay and you’re fucking making out with that caveman!”

“He isn’t a fucking caveman!” I screamed. Baron seemed taken aback by how loud I yelled in Roman’s defense. “I only lied about Roman because I knew you’d get like this. You know I’ve been crushing on him since we were 12 and I’m finally spending time with him and all you do is shut me down. He finally kissed me. Roman Reigns, the boy I’ve been crushing on for 6 years, finally kissed me and my best friend doesn’t even care.” As I spoke to Baron I started to really comprehend what had just happened a few minutes ago on the field.

Roman fucking Reigns, the hottest guy in the school, and my crush since 6th grade, the school’s resident jock just kissed me. Me. A shy nerd who takes pictures for the yearbook. And it wasn’t just a little peck it was a full on, tongues and all, hands roaming, desperate for more, kiss.

With all my thoughts racing through my head I forgot where I was, who I was with, and anything I had previously said. “He kissed me.” Was all I was able to mutter.

“Lindsey. Please don’t tell me this is getting to you. Please. He’s a horny jock and that kiss meant nothing. He was excited about the win and he lost control. He had no idea what he was doing…” Baron was talking but I wasn’t really listening.

Yes he did. That boy knew EXACTLY what he was doing. If he didn’t mean to kiss me he wouldn’t have kissed me for so long, or practically shoved his tongue down my throat. He wouldn’t have grabbed my arm when Dean came over. He would’ve let me go and acted like it never happened. But he wasn’t embarrassed, I saw his face. He wanted Dean to leave so he could have more.

“Are you even listening to me?! I swear Lindsey you are so stupid sometimes!” Baron turned away from me and got into his car. He didn’t wait for me to get in, he didn’t ask if I had a ride, he didn’t check for my car in the lot. He just left.

I wouldn’t have gotten into his car if he offered to take me home anyway.

I watched Baron’s tail lights disappear out of the parking lot before walking to my own car. People were staring at me but I couldn’t care less.

“He kissed her…”

“Kissed her? Dude he swallowed her…”

“It was hot…”

“Hey Lindsey how was that kiss?”

“Slutty bitch…”

“She practically threw herself at him…”

“She did not…”

The sound of the whispers swirling around me were only silenced by my car door closing. Even then people were obviously talking about me. I didn’t care though. Roman kissed me. He lifted me up, shoved his tongue down my throat, and grabbed my ass. As unromantic as that sounded, I was on top of the world.

I turned my music on loud and waved at all the people staring. Nothing, not even my best friend screaming at me, could ruin this moment.

I got home with a smile still plastered on my face. I changed out of my shorts and crop top into my pajamas before I started looking through the pictures from tonight. I downloaded the pictures onto my computer and sent the pictures out to the boys. I looked through the ones of Roman and smiled at the ones I took for myself.

Yes, I took a picture of his ass. Yes, For myself. Of course I didn’t send it to him. They were for me.

...hey honey. It’s your brain. I know you had a great time making out with Roman and all. But what did that mean? I’m sure you didn’t want to think about it but here I am. Time to think.

What the hell did that mean?

I made myself a cup of tea and sat on my couch. Okay well obviously he kissed me and obviously he liked it. Obviously I liked it too. He leaned in first which means he wanted to. And he didn’t kiss me immediately which means he thought about it. Granted, I begged him to open his mouth first, but he did it and he did it quickly.

I leaned my head back against the couch and closed my eyes. I still felt his lips on mine. “Oh fuck, Roman…”

But what did he want. Did he want more than just one kiss? Was that his way of telling me ‘hey I like you’ or did he just want a kiss?

Maybe Baron was right. He lost control and kissed me just because he was excited about the win. He was responsible for the fourth down and he was a major factor in the win. And I did go over to him. He probably just kissed me cause I was the first girl he saw.

Well he was talking to Emma before me. Emma’s a cheerleader. He didn’t kiss her. He kissed me. And it wasn’t like he just kissed me right away. He smiled at me, then lifted me up, looked into my eyes and then kissed me.

“He had no idea what he was doing…” Baron’s words came back to haunt me.

Did he mean it? Did he want a girlfriend? Did he want a hookup? He did grab my ass, but was that just a signal that he wanted to hook up? Or was that him enjoying it?

That kiss wasn’t exactly reserved. Did he kiss me like that cause he knew he wouldn’t kiss me again? He definitely didn’t leave too much to my imagination. Or maybe he wanted to show me what I could have, make me want it more.

Nobody kisses like that if they didn’t mean it. And we were in the middle of the football field, surrounded by people you don’t do something like that unless you mean it. Well every other time we’ve been together we’ve been alone. Maybe he didn’t mean it.

Maybe I should just ask him. No I can’t do that. What if he didn’t mean anything by it and I ask him what it meant? He’ll never talk to me again. He’ll think I’m a psycho.

Lindsey… you’ve been talking to yourself about a kiss for 10 minutes now. You are a psycho.

He kissed me, if he wants more he’ll make sure I know. If he doesn't, that's fine too. I’ve spent 6 years not thinking I’ll ever get to talk to him let alone have this problem with him. It’ll work itself out.

Oh god but what if it doesn’t? What if he wants more? What if he doesn’t? What if my reaction changes his mind? What do I do then? Do I act like I want more? Will he be weirded out? Well if I act like I don’t care will he stop trying? Maybe this kiss was his final attempt at making me his. But what if I act like I’m interested and he’s not? What would I do then?

Am I overthinking this?

Yes?

Yes.

Part 3

#roman reigns #roman reigns fanfiction #roman reigns smut #roman reigns fluff #roman reigns x oc #OC #highschool #au #Baron Corbin #dean ambrose #angst #caveman #WWE

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Ladybug and Reine Nuit: Chapter 16

Riposte

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“Are you sure you really want to do this?” Tikki says. “You’re already running late for everything, so adding fencing is only going to make you even more stressed.”

“That’s if I make the team.” Marinette pulls a fencing helmet on and yelps when it slips and smothers her. She huffs, takes it off and says, “And I couldn’t say no when Adrien asked if I wanted to try out. It might be nice to do something with a friend. Plus, it’ll help me a lot as Ladybug, won’t it?”

“There’s that,” Tikki agrees. “Well, if you’re sure you want to do it, I’ll support you a hundred percent.” With a grin, she adds, “The fencing gear really suits you, Marinette. Maybe you should change your Ladybug costume.”

“Maybe you should zip it,” Marinette says, poking Tikki on the forehead. Tikki just giggles and swoops into Marinette’s pocket, and Marinette lets out a long groan when she slams the oversized helmet back onto the table and upsets every other helmet. “Oh, come on!”

Once she’s ready and in the courtyard, she joins the line of other beginners and stands up straight. One of the fencers in Mr D’Argencourt’s line of current students waves at her and she waves back, figuring that it must be Adrien, not that she can tell when everyone’s wearing these ridiculous helmets. Honestly, if it wasn’t for the fact that Adrien is one of her friends, she wouldn’t even be doing this.

She snaps back to attention when Mr D’Argencourt starts to pace between the two lines of people.

“I am the fencing master, Mr D’Argencourt,” he announces. “As I’m sure you’re aware, we have only one open spot on the team this year. So, in order to select the best possible candidate, I will observe the beginners performing a number of attacks on the experienced students. Positions!”

Adrien immediately approaches Marinette and lifts his helmet to reveal a wide smile. It’s so infectious that Marinette can’t help but lift her own helmet and smile brightly back.

“Thanks for doing this, Marinette,” he says. “I know it’s not a guarantee, but if you did make the team then it’d be nice to spend time with – uh, I mean – have a friend to share it with – I mean –”

Marinette giggles, wondering why his cheeks are so red. “I guess you’ll have to come over and bake one day, huh? Or we could play some Ultimate Mecha Strike III. You did so well in the tournament!”

Adrien nods, his cheeks growing even darker. “I – uh – we should –”

“Oh, yeah!” Marinette hefts her sabre in front of her. “Am I doing this right?”

“Your stance is off. Bend your knees, then stretch your left foot back, turned outwards. Perfect!” he says when Marinette adjusts herself, before approaching her. “Uh, do you mind?”

Marinette shakes her head, so he reaches around her to guide her to lean forward while using his other hand to slightly adjust how she’s holding her sabre. His breath on her neck is slightly faster than usual, and she can’t help but wonder just how exerting fencing is to make him breathe this fast before he’s even started. Maybe the experienced students had been practicing while the beginners were getting ready.

“Greet each other!” Mr D’Argencourt orders. Marinette and Adrien slide their helmets back over their faces and turn to each other, then copy Mr D’Argencourt and cross their sabres over their chests and whip them out to their sides. “En garde! Prêt…allez!”

Figuring that her only chance of defeating a skilled fencer like Adrien is by surprise, Marinette darts forward and jabs. To her surprise, Adrien hasn’t even started to attack, so he’s caught off-balance when the point of Marinette’s sabre touches his chest.

“Attaque!” Mr D’Argencourt announces, then gestures to Marinette. “Touche! Point! Continue!”

“Amazing reflexes!” Adrien says. “I wasn’t even ready!”

Marinette’s about to ask why an experienced fencer like Adrien hadn’t been ready for what’s probably such a predictable beginner move, but she’s forced to defend herself when he lunges at her before she can talk. To her surprise, even though he hits her first this time, she’s granted the point when she blocks his move and hits him in the chest again.

“Attack, parry, riposte, counterattack,” Adrien says and pushes his helmet up. Marinette follows suit.

“That makes no sense,” she says. “I just defended myself. You’re the one who attacked and hit me first.”

“With sabre fencing, the attack doesn’t necessarily win the point even though he touches his opponent first,” Adrien explains. “You took the initiative, so we say that you had priority. I can only parry or riposte, so I lose.”

“How do you know?” Marinette says. “Everything happens so fast!” At least when she’s Ladybug, she doesn’t need to worry about keeping track of points.

“We don’t always know for sure. That’s why you can also abstain. Shall we continue?”

Marinette nods and they lower their helmets again. Before they can begin, however, they’re interrupted by a shout from the entrance of the courtyard.

“Hey, you!” A figure in red is standing on the scoring box with a red sabre in hand. “Are you Mr D’Argencourt, the fencing master? I want to join your team.”

Mr D’Argencourt sniffs. “Only the best are admitted here, you knave.”

“I was the best everywhere I went.”

“The whippersnapper has nerve! Alright, I may consider your admission despite your insolence if you defeat one of my students.”

The red figure strides over to the pairs of students, who are all dead silent as they stare. “Which one of you is the best combatant?” the figure demands. Everyone looks around at each other and shuffles their feet before sliding away from Adrien, who lifts his helmet.

“Adrien, please give this young lady a lesson in manners,” Mr D’Argencourt says. Adrien smirks and pulls his helmet back down.

“I shall, Master.”

What follows is a match of legends. The first point is a tie and the second is an abstinence, so Adrien and the red fencer detach themselves from the scoring machine. This just makes the match even wilder, as Adrien and the fencer end up jumping all around the courtyard, then upstairs, then into the library. By the time there’s finally a hit, Marinette is the only witness and so she’s thrust into the role of unofficial referee when the figure turns to her and demands, “Who got the first hit? Who?”

Marinette freezes. “Uh – I –”

“Who touched first?” Mr D’Argencourt says as he finally crawls into the library, having been trampled by Adrien and the fencer whenever he got near. “Tell us now!”

“I don’t know!” Marinette looks between Adrien and the fencer wildly, wishing that the ground would open and swallow her whole right about now. She crumbles under the pressure and makes her decision. “It…was…Adrien?”

“Aha!” Mr D’Argencourt jumps up. “Wonderful! This victory is an honour to D’Argencourt Academy!”

The red figure nods and approaches Adrien to shake his hand, then walks out of the room, remarkably calm for someone who had just lost their chance to join the team after making such an entrance.

“Are you sure, Marinette?” Adrien says when he takes his helmet off.

“I don’t know!” Marinette bites her lip. “It all went so fast. I should have just abstained but I…panicked.”

“Well, I think she touched me first,” Adrien says.

“The referee has the last word,” Mr D’Argencourt says with an air of finality.

“I want a rematch,” Adrien says. “She was the most skilled fencer out of everyone else here. Even if I did win, she deserves to be on the team.”

“I agree,” Marinette says. “There’s no way I could be anywhere near that good!”

“Oh.” Adrien looks down with pink cheeks. “I didn’t mean – I know I asked you to join –”

“There’s no way I’m going to be able to challenge you, Adrien,” Marinette says, nudging him. “Not like her. Go after her before she’s gone!”

Adrien nods and sprints out of the library. Marinette follows at a more sedate pace, leaving the school just in time to see the red fencer, who’s next to a similarly red car, take her helmet off to reveal that she’s a pretty East Asian girl, with short, jet-black hair in a bob and light brown eyes.

Just as Adrien jumps in his car and it pulls away after the girl’s car, Marinette catches sight of a small, dark butterfly flapping in the same direction, no doubt after either Adrien or the girl. Either way, her friend’s about to be in danger!

“An akuma!” she gasps. She gives chase but, recognising that she’ll never catch up as herself, stumbles down the steps into the metro station and quickly checks that no one’s around to see. “We need to get it before it turns someone into a villain!”

“At your service, Marinette!” Tikki zooms out.

“Tikki, spots on!”

Once she’s transformed, Ladybug leaps out of the metro and swings after Adrien’s car. And not a moment too soon; when she reaches Adrien’s car, it’s been split clean in half and Adrien has been cornered by a glimmering silver figure with a long, deadly-looking blade. Ladybug’s vision narrows to Friend! Danger! and she lands on top of a poster display and tosses her yo-yo to wrap around the blade.

“How’d you like to start a duel with me?” she says. She yanks on her yo-yo, but it just slips off the blade. She blinks and gasps, “It’s merged with their hand!” and then she and Adrien dart out of the way as the akuma slashes, slicing the display clean in half.

“Give me a moment, Adrien,” the akuma snarls. If it’s not Adrien that’s been akumatised then this figure must be the girl that he’d fenced with. “I must finish her off first! But don’t worry, I haven’t forgotten about you. I won’t be long.”

Ladybug is utterly outmatched, and she’s not afraid to admit it. She’s only able to defend herself with her yo-yo, unable to launch a proper attack even when Adrien tosses her the girl’s red sabre, and she’s forced to make a strategic retreat when Adrien injures his ankle diving in to roll her out of danger.

“What kind of fencing was that?” Ladybug says when she’s carried Adrien to safety behind a chimney stack. He winces and holds his hurt ankle.

“Nothing like I’ve ever seen,” he replies.

“Well, it’s going to be hard for me to fight and protect you at the same time.” Ladybug opens her yo-yo and calls Reine Nuit.

“I know, I know, akuma,” Reine Nuit says. “I’m coming. I just had to…uh, take care of civilian stuff first. Responsibilities and all that.”

Ladybug’s response dies in her throat when the chimney is sliced into rubble and the silver figure towers over them with a snarl.

“Allow me to explain the rules to you,” she hisses. “You’re not allowed to call it quits at any time! Adrien is mine! I will defeat you. Both of you! I am Riposte and I am the best fencer!”

“Hurry up and get here!” Ladybug hisses into her yo-yo before hanging up.

“That’s why I wanted you to come back!” Adrien says. “My friend Marinette even agreed that you deserve the open spot on the team! I wanted a rematch because you’re so skilled.”

“And Marinette’s not an experienced fencer,” Ladybug says. “She had the decision shoved on her – uh, from what she told me!” she hastens to add when Adrien shoots her a weird look. “Maybe she missed something. Maybe she made a mistake. You don’t have to get so bent out of shape about it.”

Riposte growls. “Well, this time I will be the referee!”

The only thing on Ladybug’s mind is getting her friend to safety. Once she’s managed to pull another chimney down on Riposte, she finds Adrien behind a third chimney and scoops him up to swing him to safety. They end up at the Louvre, where Ladybug calls for an evacuation and then searches for a safe place to hide Adrien.

“There!” She spots the Egyptian exhibit and guides Adrien over to a sarcophagus, then helps him inside.

“I’m sorry, but at least you’ll be safe in here,” she says. Adrien grabs the lid to stop her from closing it.

“Wait –”

“Adrien, I have to go!”

“Are you sure I can’t come and watch?”

“No,” Ladybug says sternly. “You’re hurt. And even if you weren’t, I still wouldn’t feel comfortable with you being exposed. Especially not with an akuma who’s targeting you.”

“I guess…well, please be careful, Ladybug!” Adrien says. Ladybug smiles.

“I’ll be fine. Thank you. Just stay out of harm’s way, okay?” She closes the lid and, with one last smile at Adrien, sets off to find Riposte. She doesn’t have far to go; outside the Louvre, Reine Nuit has intercepted Riposte and is trying to fend her off with twin batons, but it’s clear that the cat hero is very much outmatched.

“Where is Adrien?” Riposte snarls. “I want my rematch!”

“If you weren’t Edward Swordhand then I’m pretty sure Adrien would’ve agreed,” Reine Nuit says, then jumps away from Riposte’s sword.

“And if you need akuma powers then that doesn’t speak very highly about your skills!” Ladybug adds. Riposte shrieks and attacks Ladybug with a series of jabs and cuts, forcing Ladybug on the defensive to deflect every blow of Riposte’s with both the girl’s sabre and her yo-yo; that is, until a particularly nasty slash rips the sabre out of Ladybug’s hand. Reine Nuit joins the fray, and it’s two against one, Riposte gaining the upper hand, until –

“Ladybug?” says Adrien’s voice from nearby. Ladybug’s heart screeches to a halt in her chest. What’s Adrien doing outside the sarcophagus? “Ladybug!”

“Agreste!” Riposte’s eyes light up, and she leaps away in the direction of the voice. Before Ladybug and Reine Nuit can follow, however, their eyes are drawn to a blond figure waving from the entrance to the Louvre. Wait, what?

“Adrien!” Ladybug hisses when the heroes jump to his side. “What are you doing?”

“How ‘bout we take this inside?” Adrien says, wincing when he leans on his injured ankle. “She won’t be fooled for long.”

Once they’re back in the Egyptian exhibit and Adrien can sit down, Ladybug confronts him with her hands on her hips.

“What part of stay in the sarcophagus to be safe did you not understand?” she demands. Adrien wilts.

“Sorry, Ladybug,” he says. “I just…I’m claustrophobic, alright? It made me…you know…panic in there.”

“Oh.” Ladybug’s anger melts in an instant. “Oh! I’m so sorry! You should’ve told me!”

“Classic voice recording from the phone hidden nearby?” Reine Nuit says, jabbing her thumb at the stairs.

“Yeah,” Adrien says. “I figured you two could use a break.”

Reine Nuit’s cat ears twitch. “Uh, I think she’s coming.” But before they can hide Adrien away, Riposte’s landing in the exhibit from the top of the stairs and regarding Adrien with gleaming eyes.

“Adrien Agreste,” she growls. “Finally. En garde!”

“But he’s hurt!” Ladybug protests. Riposte smirks and raises her sabre arm. If the akuma’s not in there, Ladybug will personally hand her earrings to Hawkmoth.

“I don’t care. If he’s really the better fencer, then he’ll beat me with or without an injury.”

Reine Nuit springs into action to block Riposte’s sabre, knocking over display after display as she fights for her life. Shielding Adrien behind her, Ladybug makes a split-second decision.

“Lucky Charm!” A camera falls into her hands. “What am I supposed to do with this?”

“Better think fast, angel bug!” Reine Nuit says before promptly being kicked in the stomach and sent flying across the room. As Riposte approaches her and Adrien, Ladybug manages to cobble together a plan with the camera, Riposte, Adrien, and Reine Nuit.

“Cataclysm her sword when I say so!” she calls to Reine Nuit, who groans in response. She hands the camera to Adrien. “Looks like it’s your turn to be on the other end of the camera, model boy.”

As Riposte lunges, Adrien raises the camera and snaps picture after picture. With every snap, the camera flash reflects off Riposte’s shiny silver body, disorienting her enough for Ladybug to get a good grip on Riposte’s sword arm and pin the akumatised girl to the floor.

“Now!”

“Cataclysm!” Reine Nuit grabs the sabre in her hand and crumbles it to release the akuma. Ladybug easily captures the nasty black butterfly and purifies it, then takes the camera from Adrien.

“Miraculous Ladybug!” The ladybugs fix all the broken displays in the exhibit, then swarm up the stairs to repair the damage that Riposte had done elsewhere as Adrien gingerly tests his ankle and sighs in relief. Riposte’s silvery skin dissolves to reveal the girl in red, who stares around the room dazedly.

“What am I doing here?” she says.

“Thanks for your help, Adrien,” Ladybug says with a smile. She holds out her fist to Adrien, who looks at it like it’s the next coming of Christ.

“Pound it!” he choruses gleefully with Ladybug and Reine Nuit.

“Uh, I really gotta go,” Reine Nuit says. “See, I’m babysitting some kids, and…well, my replacement won’t be too happy that I’ve been gone this long…”

“It’s okay, pretty kitty,” Ladybug says. “I’ll take care of her.”

With a grateful nod, Reine Nuit bounds away. Ladybug approaches the girl and kneels to place a hand on her shoulder.

“Everything’s okay. How are you doing?”

“I…I don’t remember a thing after I got into my car,” the girl says.

“That’s normal. You were akumatised – turned into a supervillain by a man named Hawkmoth. He preys on negative emotions.”

“So, I let my emotions get the better of me.”

“There’s no need to beat yourself up.” Ladybug smiles at the girl. “Hawkmoth’s the one at fault here, not you. There’s no shame in being taken advantage of by a monster like him. And there’s no shame in feeling negative emotions.”

The girl’s lips barely twitch, but it’s something at least. “Thank you.”

Ladybug’s earrings beep, and her hand jerks up to cover one of them. “Oh no! I’m about to transform back!”

“I’ll escort her out,” Adrien says. Ladybug smiles.

“Thanks. Bug out!”

Once outside, she lets her transformation fall and peers out from behind a street display about the Egyptian exhibit, watching Adrien and the girl leave the Louvre. They pause in front of her red sabre, discarded from her akumatised fight with Ladybug, and Adrien bends down to pick it up and offer it back to her.

“Perhaps you’ll agree to take this back now?” he says. She reaches out to take it but then pulls her hand back.

“No. I lost. You keep it.”

“I personally think the point was yours,” Adrien argues.

“That’s not what your friend saw.”

Before Marinette knows what she’s doing, she’s running out from behind the display and up to Adrien and the girl. Adrien’s face lights up as she approaches, while the girl surveys her coolly but not with any antagonism.

“Adrien!” Marinette pulls Adrien in for a quick hug. “I was so worried! I saw the akuma – then you got attacked and Ladybug saved you – I was terrified you’d get hurt!”

“You didn’t have to follow me all the way here,” Adrien says as his cheeks grow dark pink. “Ladybug saved the day like she always does.”

Marinette smiles at him, then turns to the girl and sticks out her hand. “I wanted to apologise for earlier. I panicked and made a rushed decision, especially when I hardly know anything about fencing, so I hope we can start over. I’m Marinette.”

The girl stares at her hand for a moment before nodding and shaking it. “I’d like that. I’d also like to apologise for suspecting you of cheating and showing your friend favouritism. My name is Kagami.”

“And I’m Adrien,” Adrien says, holding out his hand for her to shake. He then offers her sabre to her again, and this time she takes it. She and Adrien then bow to each other.

“Get ready for that rematch!” she says when the red car from earlier pulls up.

“I can’t wait, Kagami,” Adrien says. Kagami nods and gets into her car, leaving Adrien and Marinette standing alone together.

“I’m sorry you won’t get to join the fencing team, Marinette,” Adrien says. “I was really looking forward to fencing some more with you. You show a lot of promise!”

“Well, I can always come along and watch sometimes,” Marinette says with a smile. “And I don’t really think that fencing is my thing. I’m glad that someone like Kagami got that spot.”

Adrien just stares at her, eyes wide as though he’s entranced. Marinette shifts and rubs the back of her neck, and the spell is only broken when Adrien’s car comes to a stop in front of them.

“Uh…do you want a ride home?” he says, shaking his head. “It’s kind of my fault you’re here, since – you know – you came to see if I was okay and all.”

“Are you sure?” Marinette says. “You must be running late for something or other. Busy schedule and all!”

“Forget the schedule,” Adrien says. “You’re my friend. You’re more important.”

Marinette smiles and approaches the car with him. He holds the back door open to let her climb in, and she waves at his thickset bodyguard as Adrien gets in beside her and shuts the door. The bodyguard doesn’t say anything, but that’s probably a good thing, since that means he doesn’t seem to have any objections about going out of his way to take her home. Once they pull up outside the bakery, Marinette opens the door and slips out.

“Thanks, Adrien,” she says when he rolls down the window. Adrien smiles back at her, and his smile warms her to her very core.

“No problem. And…thanks for being my friend, Marinette, and tagging along today even if it’s not your thing. You’re really awesome.”

Marinette gets one last glimpse of Adrien’s pink face before the window rolls up. She remains rooted to the spot with tingling at the base of her spine, blinking after the car as it drives off.

“Are you okay, Marinette?” Tikki says from inside her purse. “You look rather out of it.”

“Huh? Yeah!” Marinette shakes her head. “I’m fine!” She gets a strange look from a passer-by, forcing her to smile sheepishly and wave. The man walks off with a shake of his head, no doubt thinking that she’s totally lost it. “I’m just…wondering things.”

“Well, you might wanna wonder them inside,” the little kwami says. “People will think you’re bonkers, talking to yourself!”

“Oh, ha, ha,” Marinette says, rolling her eyes with a smile. She heads inside, surreptitiously sticking her finger in her purse to poke Tikki, then heads upstairs to call Alya and have a very long chat about the mess that is her life.

#miraculous ladybug #aotq fic #aotq: reine nuit au #chat!alya #marinette dupain-cheng #alya cesaire #adrien agreste #kagami tsurugi #riposte #adrienette #hmm is marinette starting to feel things :)#bamf adrien #even with a busted ankle and no fursona he pulls through

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wonderland-irwin · 5 years ago

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Paper Airplanes ~ Lily

Word Count: 1711

Warnings: N/A

Author’s Note: I have six characters I have created, each with unique personalities and stories. They all have struggles and successes, and since I can’t quite figure out how to write them into one large story (nor was I able to complete the fics they were originally supposed to be in), short stories about their lives will have to do for now. Not that I mind! I love them all so much, and they’re dynamic is quite fun to explore. Paper Airplanes is the story that began their tale. I will be setting up a place on Wattpad where you will be able to find the stories there as I post them. If you would like to be tagged in other short stories, let me know. You can “sign up” for one character if you like one specifically, or all stories in this world.

Summary: After a disastrous study session in the library, Lily starts folding her notes into tiny paper airplanes when a stranger comes up and offers advice on how to make them more efficient at flying.

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Lillian sat in the back of the campus library in her little study group, barely paying attention to the argument going on about stock prices and exchanges. There were a thousand other things Lily could think of doing instead of studying - reading or working or sleeping, for example - but the members of her group were quite strict in their schedule, and so at seven on a Friday evening, there she was studying for a midterm that was three weeks away.

She watched them argue with a blank expression, their words passing over her head. There was something about finance that didn't click with Lily's brain. Maybe it was that the professor who taught the three hour lecture was dry and boring, or that she didn't have a particular interest (no pun intended) in stocks or bonds, but nothing made sense to her. She had read the textbook, the words and theories all confusing her, and the only reason she was doing well in the course was because she knew from the homework how to manipulate the numbers into the equations. If she didn't know how to work the formulas, she was sure she would be failing. Still, it would be nice to know what all those numbers meant instead of operating them blindly.

The argument got louder and Lily placed her chin on her fist. She sighed, glancing around the mostly deserted corner of the library. There was another group working on what looked like a large model of some organ, which one specifically was hard to determine; it was mostly just a mess of clay and paper. They were at least laughing though, and Lily would have loved to be laughing and joking around instead of tuning out to things she really should have been paying attention too.

She watched the group of biology students for a while, a small amused smile forming on her face, then realizing she should look away before she was caught, turned to see if there was anyone else interesting to look at. Sure enough in one of the leather chairs under the window was a boy. He had tucked his feet up under him, a textbook open in his lap, however he had his phone in one hand and was lazily scrolling through it. With his other hand he played with the hoop in his nose, a feature Lily found intriguing.

"Lily!" A voice yelled, causing Lily to jump. She turned to the group of irritated looking girls that was supposed to be her friends and her study group, and swallowed the lump in her throat.

"Y-Yes?" She stammered. Heat rushed to her cheeks and she looked down to her now folded hands in her lap.

"If you're not paying attention, maybe we should end this," Claire barked at her. Lily instantly felt like she'd shrunk to the size of a peanut. Claire was one of those people who always had a way of making you feel worthless and she was also one of those people who always had to be correct. There was no way to correct her or even suggest an idea that might be different than hers. Lily had struggled to make a good friend the first year of university, and Claire had sat beside her in their managerial accounting class and quickly offered friendship. Lily now felt obliged to be her friend, even though she wasn't fond of her.

"I'm sorry," Lily muttered, "I'm just tired. It's hard to focus."

"You know what, yeah," Peggy said softly, "it is late and I have to catch the nine-forty bus. We should head out."

Claire protested, but thankfully the other girls began to pack their bags and pull their coats on. Lily sat staring at her unopened textbook and untouched notes, listening to Claire's protests as the four girls started to the staircase without her. The floor got instantly quieter and Lily let a long breath out that she hadn't realized she was holding in. She never felt more stupid than after a study session with those girls. They had a way of over-complicating topics that Lily had barely become comfortable in understanding, and the only way they seemed to be able to speak was through an intense debate. Lily mostly remained quiet when around them, and when she did speak her ideas were either determined stupid, or they found a way to belittle her. It always took a moment after being around them to settle her thoughts and regain composure.

She wasn't mentally ready to pack up her things and leave yet, and she got a strange desire to construct a paper airplane out of one of her notes. Every so often she got this desire, however she was unsure what drove it except that maybe she was subconsciously looking for something to do with her hands, and there was something calming about folding paper.

Nonetheless, she snatched up a note about rates and returns beginning to fold it. Eventually she had a wonky looking airplane, and she held it up. She cocked her head to the side and frowned, knowing she hadn't done something right, but decided to fly it anyways. Pinching it between her thumb and forefinger, she gently sent it off with the far fetched thought that maybe it would fly in a straight line. It barely got any lift before it spiraled to the floor and crash landed.

Instantly Lily's heart sunk. Like somehow her inability to produce a nice paper airplane was directly related to her not being able to understand finance and making poor decisions in who she selected as her friends.

Lily sighed, leaning her forehead against the table. She closed her eyes, willing for it to be over. School, that is. Lily had decided that once she got her Bachelor of Commerce, she would be done with school. School was a means to an end, and she had two and a half years left. Sometimes, like now, she wasn't convinced she would be able to make it through. A good night's sleep, and possibly a good cry later, and she'd gather herself up and tell herself she had to, and would be able to continue.

Sometimes that was easier said than done.

"Hey," a voice spooked her again and she bolted upright. The boy from the leather chair stood awkwardly in front of her. She stared at him, her eyes taking in quick details like his eyes were hazel, he had tiny black gauges in each of his ears, and that the black knit sweater he wore looked soft and comfortable.

"Are you okay? That looked pretty rough." He adjusted the strap of his backpack on his shoulder, his hand going to poke at his nose piercing.

Lily shrugged, "I suck at making paper airplanes."

The boy gave her a puzzled look before amusement took over and he laughed. The wonderful sound made Lily's heart jump and her face heated again. Why was he laughing at her?

"Sorry," the boy chuckled, "I should have been more specific; the group you were with. They were absolutely awful."

"Oh, yeah," Lily looked away, "they're like that a lot. It's okay."

"It doesn't really look like you're okay."

Refusing to look at him, Lily shrugged again. She wasn't sure how to respond, and she was sure there were more interesting things that he would want to do than talk to her, however he surprised her.

"This isn't that bad of a plane. I think you may have missed a fold."

Lily looked back up to him. He held her airplane and was examining it.

"I can show you how to make a really good one if you'd like?" He glanced up to her, one of his eyebrows quirking up.

Lily smiled at him, "I'd like that."

He grinned at her, walking quickly to the empty seat beside her and lowering himself onto it. His bag hit the floor with a thud and he set her plane on the table to roll up his sleeves. His arms were heavily inked with tattoos and Lily blinked at them in amazement. There was something so calming and beautiful about his arms that Lily couldn't help but admire them. Each image was outlined in black, then filled in with the wildest and brightest of colours. Nothing looked out of place or forced. She didn't know him, but somehow she knew they all fit with him. From the piano tiles that wrapped around his wrist like a bracelet, to the tiny gumball machine on his forearm by his elbow, they all had their place.

Lily could have spent all day looking at his tattoos, however he was staring down at her with an amused smile, and so she had to stop.

"Do you have a piece of paper?" He asked, his eyes locking with hers. She nodded, passing him a note with equations scribbled on both sides. He glanced at it, and then looked to her, "you don't need this?"

She shook her head, "I mean I do, but I have the PowerPoints and the textbook. They're all there."

The boy nodded, then lay the paper on the table.

Lily watched him as he shifted the paper around, partially folding the it in a plan. She shuffled closer, leaning over his arm to watch as he began to make smooth folds and creases turning the paper into a plane in a matter of seconds.

"Ta-da!" He held it out to her proudly, "you can send it on its first flight."

Lily laughed, shaking her head, but she took the plane as she had with her own, and gently released it into the air. It sailed in a smooth line, then landed softly on the floor and rolled to the side.

"It works!" She gasped.

"You sound surprised," he laughed.

"I've been trying to get mine to fly like that for years!"

"Years?" His eyes widened.

Lily nodded, "years."

"Well," he smiled softly, "I'm glad you know how to do that now."

"Mm," Lily hummed absentmindedly, reaching over to grab another note to make her own plane, "can you watch and help me make one?"

This time the boy shuffled closer to her and leant over her shoulder to watch, "of course."

#writing #short stories #original characters #oc's draw #my oc's #original content #wonderland-irwin writes #paper airplanes

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