#I tried to keep it fluffy but I had to throw in some conflict

[bastetwastaken]

Okay, um… for the writing requests if u‘d be interested in trying:

26. "I dreamt about you last night..."

Casteshipping, post canon (dm or DSOD, your pick) TBK + Atem came back AU, SFW and as fluffy as you can possibly make it :3

Pretty please? 💖

Ohhh very nice, what a way to start things off!

Thank you my friend for the wonderful prompt and a wonderful ship I have never had chance to write for before!

I went with post DSOD, but it may not be clear. I hope I made it sufficiently fluffy for their characters too, and that you enjoy <3

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With a sigh, Atem finally admitted to himself that sleep wasn’t coming. It had been one of those nights…he knew them all too well. 

Nights where he tossed and turned and never seemed to be able to stay asleep for more than a handful of minutes before his overactive mind decided to throw another issue at him to consider. 

The soft breathing of Yugi in the other bed in the room began to irritate him. He was jealous that his partner seemed to be able to sleep so soundly when he himself couldn’t manage to get more than two hours at a time. 

Another soft sigh left his lips and he pushed himself up, swinging his legs out of the bed and looking across the room. Yugi's sleeping form was barely visible to him in the darkness of the room, but it was almost dawn and the sky was growing lighter outside the window. 

Yugi never minded being woken when he couldn’t sleep but…he’d caused enough trouble turning up here uninvited with another long dead Egyptian in tow and he really didn’t want to bother him any more. 

His partner had done enough by opening his home to them. 

He stood up and pulled on a shirt then left the room as quietly as he could. As he made his way tiredly toward the living room he passed by the other room in the small apartment Yugi owned, the door stood open and he chewed his lip as he continued silently on. 

In what some would call a cruel twist of fate, Bakura had returned along with him to the land of the living just over a month ago. Neither of them knew how or why they had been given a second chance, and for lack of any other alternative, both had clung to the other as the only living relic of their time. 

The fact that Yugi had offered them both a home with him was nothing short of miraculous, but his partner had confided in him that although he was wary of Bakura, he couldn’t turn away someone who so clearly needed help. 

So they both lived in Yugi's home with him whilst they tried to carve out a new life for themselves in a world which was all but alien to them. 

As he entered the living room he wasn’t surprised to find Bakura sitting on the sofa, staring blankly at the TV which wasn't even on.

This was also new to them, this…friendship? No, alliance was probably a better word…he wasn’t sure they’d ever been friends, that they’d forged between them. It had taken time, of course, and the first time Atem had found the other awake and unable to sleep like him, panic had led him to run from the situation. 

A short week and many conflicting thoughts later though and Atem had opened the door between them, he’d introduced conversation to the times where they both found themselves awake and thankfully, Bakura had accepted his offers thus far. 

"Are you alright?" He asked softly, crossing the room and hovering awkwardly by the sofa, not sure if he should sit or keep his distance…that was never quite clear to him, even though he desired to close the gap between them more than anything. 

"No." Bakura's answer was short and sharp. 

Atem paused in moving closer, held himself back because this was still odd to him, it was still something he needed to get his head around. 

They were both meant to be dead after all, each of them had met their end thousands of years ago on one day where the world appeared to be ending and they stood on opposing sides. Yet still, he found himself drawn to this man. 

He wanted to know him, wanted to understand him and maybe…just maybe, he wanted even more than that too- but later. 

"Oh…" He hesitated once more then shook himself, reminded himself that once upon a time he had been a Pharaoh, and rulers of entire kingdoms didn't tiptoe around issues. "We can talk about it if you like…" 

He carefully took a seat on the opposite end of the sofa, moving slowly as if he was in the presence of a dangerous animal…and perhaps in a way he was. 

Bakura's head turned to him ever so slightly, eyes flicked curiously in his direction and he waited patiently. 

"Do you always have to be so damned formal?" Bakura huffed, arms crossing over his chest. "Would it kill you to relax?"

"You tell me." He said, voice light. 

Those words earned him a smile from the other and he allowed himself that small victory. 

"I'm done hating you." Bakura said softly. "You know that." 

"Perhaps…" 

Bakura sighed heavily, looking away from him and toward the window where the new day was dawning, the sky now a light blue. 

"I couldn't sleep." Bakura said, his words cutting the heavy silence between them. 

"Nightmares?" He asked, suppressing a shudder at the word he was all too familiar with. 

They both suffered from broken sleep, that was painfully clear in how they'd each found the other awake and at a loose end many a night now. 

"Not exactly." Bakura said softly. "But don't get me wrong, it could have easily been one…may well turn out to be yet." 

He nodded even though the other wasn't looking at him. He allowed himself to relax a little more, settling into the cushions behind him and letting his hands fall to his lap. 

"I'm here if you'd like to talk about it." He said. "Maybe we can work out if it truly was a nightmare?" 

Bakura glanced at him and Atem gave him a gentle smile. He did want to improve the relationship between them, he wanted to know more about Bakura, who he was and what he really wanted. 

Although they had spoken a little since being granted this new life, he still wasn't sure he understood just why Bakura was here…with him…

He wasn't even sure of himself. Too many nights had confusing thoughts plagued his mind along with an attraction he couldn't deny. At first that attraction had scared him, but following advice from his partner he had learned to embrace the scary feelings he found himself faced with and lean into them a little. 

Just a little. 

"I…" Bakura sighed and turned to him, hands grasped tightly together in his lap and eyes not quite meeting his, instead they rested somewhere at his collar and for some reason Atem felt himself blush under the curious stare. "I dreamt about you last night." 

"Me?" He asked, unable to stop the excited flutter in his stomach. Bakura nodded. "Um, what did I do?" 

Bakura laughed, eyes finally meeting his as he shifted on the sofa, moving closer to him. 

“Something bad.” Bakura said, a smile on his face which Atem struggled to define the meaning to. “Terrible, absolutely abhorrent.” 

“I’m sorry.” He said, the words out of his mouth before he could even think of how to respond. It seemed that all he ever did was apologise to this man, for everything he’d allowed to happen, for everything those before him had allowed… “Whatever I did, I assure you it’s nothing I’d ever do to you now-” 

“That’s a shame.” Bakura cut him off, a small smile on his face. 

“What?”

Bakura moved closer again and Atem was suddenly torn between readily accepting this new development between them or jumping away for fear of his life. 

“Well…In my dream, I didn’t exactly mind what you did and that is why I find it so terrible.” Bakura told him. 

He nodded, no idea where this conversation was taking them but when a hand moved to rest over his knee he decided he was content to wait and find out. 

Bakura had never broken that particular barrier between them, never once reached out to him yet here he was now, moving even closer to him and so confidently too. 

He guessed the others' boldness shouldn’t shock him so, he’d never been bound by the ties of tradition as Atem had, never been forced to subdue his feelings, to conform… but still, the touch, no matter how small felt all too intimate and he was so torn in how to react. 

After all, if he reacted too eagerly he’d never hear the end of it, but if he shied away then perhaps he’d ruin the chance which seemingly presented itself. 

So he settled for not moving at all, for simply staring back into eyes which had seen too much for their age, into a face scarred by atrocities which never should have happened…

“You kissed me.” Bakura said, shock clear in his words, even though a small smile remained on his face. “And I found that maybe…I wanted you to.” 

He opened his mouth then closed it again, unsure of how to respond in a sane manner.

“Imagine my surprise, to find I can leave a Pharaoh speechless with nothing more than a few words.” Bakura’s voice was smug, but his smile was gentle and Atem was feeling so many things in that moment he wasn’t entirely sure what to do. 

When Bakura's hand slid just a little higher he was shocked out of his thoughts. That touch brought a heat with it which he hadn’t felt for what seemed like way too long and he laughed breathlessly. 

“Take pride in your achievement then, it is one so few have managed.” He said, shifting back into old habits, masking his feelings with his words, trying for an eloquence fitting of his previous life. 

“Ah, there he is.” Bakura laughed. “There’s the royal brat I’m used to.” 

He grinned, glad to hear a joyous sound from the other for a change. 

“Oh, insults now?” He teased, deciding to lean into the scary feeling a little more. “I am flattered.” 

“You know me well enough by now, did you expect any different?” Bakura said with a smile and he shook his head. 

He felt as if something had shifted between them, another barrier had fallen and Bakura suddenly seemed just that much more…human to him. A frown creased his brow and Bakura hesitated, he felt the hand on his thigh tighten then slip away but he moved quickly, placing his own hand over the others. 

Bakura gave him a smile which was unlike any other he’d seen before on his face, and it made his stomach flutter with excitement again. 

“What troubles you?” Bakura asked, his voice quiet and uncertain.  

He wanted to make a joke about him showing concern but he thought better of it. Instead he smiled shyly, his hand moving to hold Bakuras, he moved slowly, slipping his fingers between the others and seeing how far he would allow him to take this. 

“Is it not strange to you?” He asked softly. 

“You mean suddenly finding myself attracted to my sworn enemy?” Bakura laughed quietly. “Perhaps.” 

Another breathless laugh left his lips as he looked down at their joined hands. He wasn’t sure what he expected from such a small touch, but for it to feel so right was a surprise. 

“I suppose love and hate stem from the same place…” He said. 

“Oh? Royalty and a scholar? Aren’t I lucky.” Bakura's voice was teasing but it was warm to hear. 

“Don’t you forget it. Now as for your dream…” He said softly. “Would you like it to become reality?” 

He relished the brief moment of stunned silence he received, but it passed quickly and he was once again left speechless by the man before him. The others eyes moved down to his lips slowly, a smirk crept onto his face and Atem sat frozen. 

“I have never been one to let an opportunity pass me by.” Bakura told him, the hand in his tightened its hold and the distance between them disappeared just a little more. 

It was a gradual thing, something which he didn’t truly register was happening until his eyes fell closed and lips pressed against his. Nothing about the kiss was gentle, but he hadn’t expected it to be such. Honestly, he might have even been disappointed if it was. 

The way Bakura kissed him though…it was everything he needed. It was short, but just as Bakura did with everything, he did it with passion and that left him wanting so much more, but then the short distance was back between them and he took a deep breath as he opened his eyes. 

“We should try to get back to sleep.” Bakura said, the slightest hint of regret in his voice and Atem smiled. 

“We could stay here and try.” He suggested. 

“Together?” Bakura's voice was filled with shock, and maybe even a little hope too…

“Um, only if you want to.” Atem said quickly. Pushing things would do him no good, he’d come so far, he didn’t want this to ruin all their progress. “I wouldn’t mind staying here with you anyway.” 

Bakura hummed, glancing back toward the room he’d been given then looking back at Atem, a small smile on his face. 

“Maybe it’d be easier to sleep with company.” Bakura said. 

“Can’t hurt to try.” He agreed. 

“Spoken like a true politician.” Bakura teased, then he pushed himself away, dropping Atems hand and laying back against the sofa, feet coming up to nudge against his legs. “Come here then. If we’re gonna try, we should try properly.” 

He hesitated for a moment, looking back at Bakura who gave him a smile, holding his arms out wide. 

Atem tried to move like he wasn’t so eager for the contact, like he didn’t want to be held so badly. He liked to think he succeeded. 

Bakura only laughed, arms coming to rest around him hesitantly. He could feel the other tense against him, the chest under his head hardly moved with breath and the arms around him were stiff. 

He’d never been one to back down from a challenge though, so he pressed closer, threw a leg over one of Bakuras and snaked an arm around his waist, tilting his head back so he could press a gentle and short kiss to the underside of the other's unshaven jaw. 

That particular move could have had him tossed from the sofa completely, but instead, it had an opposite effect. He felt the arms around him relax, the body against his fell a little more naturally into the cushions. 

He closed his eyes and sighed happily, content to lay there in the early hours of the morning with someone who in another time, he wouldn’t be with. In another time they would have avoided each other, perhaps even tried to kill one another, but now? 

Now they had a new life, and a new world to carve out a place in and maybe they needed each other to provide some stability in all of that. He felt himself drifting off to sleep, and distantly he registered fingers running through his hair, what could have been lips pressed to his temple, but he was too sleepy to explore that right now. 

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#casteshipping #atem #bakura #thief king bakura #ygo dm #fanfiction

[phoeebsbuffay]

Imagine you are a Jedi who survives the fall of the Republic. You struggle to survive, living in the shadows until you are led to Obi-Wan Kenobi. The two of you find comfort in each other after a long period of conflicts… but will it be enough for both of you?

Warnings: drama, soft smut. Reference to Obi-Wan Kenobi’s message on episode 2, season 1 “Rebels”. Here in this alternative story he’s not being prosecuted. I need him to be happy. Therefore this is meant to be a FLUFFY story.

Recommendations: if you, reader, want to feel the fluffiness to the core listen to “A Thousand Years”, part 1 &2 by Christina Perri.

No minors.

***

You are tired of hiding. There is a moment in your life where you begin to wonder the purpose of the roads that led you there. You’ve been trained in the force half of your life, but when you were this close to become a Master Jedi…

Darkness rose and eclipsed all that was good. Or all that was good for you anyway.

Forced to be on the run, you did encounter a few fellow Jedis. You joined them even, tried to help spark the fire of resistance in those who were not corrupted by the Empire. But after you’ve lost your friends to the Inquisitor’s forces, you’ve lost your hopes.

You are now a ghost in the world of the living. The witness of the decay of memories that people so easily forget. The Jedis have become a name, a forbidden term few would dare to speak. From peacekeepers to traitors. How great was their fall…

Yet, had the Council not become so vain, perhaps this would have been prevented. Perhaps the Order would remain honorable as it was meant to be.

However, what good does it do in dwelling in what cannot be changed? You are doing better in the shadows… until you remember an artifact that you’ve recently come across to. Since you are living in an abandoned house, you’ve learnt to be discreet.

So here you are. The house is obscure, enough to serve your purposes well. You close your eyes and trust in the Force. It opens and a message of Obi-Wan Kenobi is heard.

The message informs the fall of the Order, the result of the rise of darkness casted upon the Galaxy by the Empire. Kenobi also warns the Jedis who might have survived not to go back to the Temple. Have hope, he says.

It ends there, encouraging the survivors to nurture hopes. You open your eyes and holds the object close to you. Then it occurs you to find Obi-Wan Kenobi.

“Where are you, Master Kenobi?”

You ask yourself, barely moving your lips. You see him as a spot of hope, the one you’ve come to lose after years of battles. You are not older enough to have the share of Kenobi’s experiences—otherwise you’d have made a Master—nor sufficiently young to be accounted as immature or naive.

Thus it is you begin to prepare for your long journey. After you shower, you dress a white cropped and black pants, throwing a grey cape over your shoulders. Supplies are carefully packed in your bag and now you are finally set to go.

It’s strange going to the ship you’ve carefully hidden it in the ground—if you can call that piece of burnt, abandonment land so.

“Well”, you feel weirdly animated by a cheerful perspective when looking at the ship you’ve proudly “borrowed” from a storm trooper. “It’s time to put you in good use again, babe.”

You pat it before you drop yourself right into the ship. Thankfully, despite years out of use, there’s enough fuel to take you to the planet where Obi-Wan is.

As you pilot to where he is—or where you hope he is, but there is little doubt about the good feeling you have regarding his whereabouts—-you feel the Force flowing in you. You are sure you listen to the voices of your long gone friends:

“Don’t give up, Y/N! You are the one with Force and the Force is with you. Keep going!”

However, you should’ve known that you’d come to find some Empire troops in their ships checking the space. They try to contact you, but before you know you are being chased.

Your heart is heavy in your chest and you barely breathe out. Your ship is hit, but you manage to bring down two ships with you. Nonetheless, you manage to land successfully in a planet nearby. You are disappointed: is this the region where Master Kenobi is?

Before your frustration rises, something tells you that yes, it is. He’s here. Follow your intuition. You are suspicious, though. There’s sand everywhere and… are you detecting TWO suns in the skies?

Oh Maker.

You don’t complain, though. Renewed by the purpose of meeting the one you think to be the new Jedi leader, the embodiment of resistance against the Empire oppression, you face your new trials to find him. Because going to him incurs in leaving behind the ghost of you, throwing yourself right into the spotlight and maybe die in the hands of the Empire, accused of treason.

However, as an almost Master Jedi yourself, you are remembered of who you are and what the Order shaped the ideals in you. You throw the hood to disguise your features, acting silently, but now filled with a new sense of bravery…and the hope you had long buried with your old friends.

It takes hours. It seems hopeless as you reach the city Y/C. You don’t greet people as you cross their path. Instead you take a more discreet path. The Force seems to lead you… and eventually, you find him. Just right where you are walking to a cave that’s isolated enough of the downtown.

As tired as you are, as thirsty and hungry you might be, none of this matters when you finally accomplish your small mission. And there’s tears in your eyes because Obi-Wan, sensing the Force, comes at you, baffled and recognizing you.

“By the Maker! Y/N? Is that you?”

You run to his arms, foolishly and imprudently so. But it’s good to find a friendly face. Obi-Wan cannot help himself either when greeting you warmly. As he embraces you, his eyes get a little teary himself: after experiencing countless losses and witnessing the fall of the Order he’d been so committed to, after seeing his protégée being stolen away by the Dark Forces… When he believed to be alone in this world, here you are.

“I thought…” his voice is choked when he pulls you reluctantly away from his embrace. He looks at you, your face, your eyes… it’s really you! “How…?”

But these questions could wait when seeing how exhausted you are.

“Come here. Rest first and talk second.” Obi-Wan is cheerful to have a company. Despite the danger out there, his spirits don’t seem overshadowed by grief and eclipsed by a sense of powerlessness after a long while. “Take a seat. I have some food and water.”

“I’ve brought mine, Obi-Wan.” You tell him when taking a seat on the cold floor, crossing your legs. “I didn’t want to eat or drink until I find you.”

He somehow blushes at your words even though he finds no malice in them. He’s taken aback, though. How strange that he inspired you to leave wherever you were to find him.

Should it be strange, though? Or is it he who’s sabotaging himself again in order to prevent there be more suffering? A shadow of sadness that doesn’t seem to let go the possession of his heart seems to make this thought even more aching.

No. I cannot be this kind of man. This is not the Jedi way. I must persevere in this conflict and thus be the one Y/N expects me to be, whomever this man is.

“Nonsense, my dear. Why would you do that? Come.” He gives you the food he prepared and offers you fresh water. Obi-Wan is compassionate to your long journey, seeing the effect it has on you.

The two of you are silent for a while. It’s a pleasant silence, though. Obi-Wan watches you, tired, reclining your back against the wall. Your hair is tied in a braid over your head, a pink lipstick coloring your lips, and some blush in your cheeks. You are wearing a pair of earrings.

You are beautiful, a thought that comes naturally, though unwelcoming it is. There’s energy in you, but when watching you contemplate the sunset in Tatooine, he notices the depth of sadness there is in the color of your eyes.

Before he can say anything, though, you’re the one to break the silence.

“I got your message, Master. That’s how I ended up here. I needed to make sure you were alive and well.” You make a pause, avoiding eye contact. “I needed a reason to resurrect the hope that was dying inside me.”

Obi-Wan pats your shoulder, understanding.

“I’m sorry about how such sad events brought us here. Though it does little good to dwell in the past, I have to say guilt consumes me. I try to give others hope, but in all frankness… Is there one?”

You raise your eyes only to meet desolation in his. A sentiment you are familiar with.

“We have to believe there is.” It’s when you remember the old saying: “I am one with the force and the force is with me.”

These words are like a balsam for Obi-Wan. As if he’s been thirsty in desert until he finds a well full of drinkable water. He closes his eyes, meditating. When he opens, there is peace. As little as it is, it is something. And you feel it too.

“Thank you, Y/N. You have always been a good Padawan to your Master. And a great knight too.” Obi-Wan tells you. “I still remember the day you got to the Temple and I was a Padawan myself under the guidance of Master Qui-Gon Jinn. He told me he always thought you very full of life. Cheerful, hopeful even.”

You smile at this remembrance. It rings to the words your master used to tell you. He’d go as far to say you’d probably be the merriest Master Jedi there was ever in a Jedi Council—which was a good thing, he said, because honestly they were all too serious.

You giggle at that memory.

“Though I was mindful of my duties, I still thought a bit of cheerfulness would do no harm. I tried to stick to that even laterwards.”

You are in fact surprised that this trait of yours is the one thing Obi-Wan remembers.

“Indeed your perception is correct. You’ve brought me some of this cheerfulness that is so characteristic of you.” Obi-Wan makes a small pause to serve both of you some fresh water. “Thank you, Y/N.”

“I didn’t do much.” You tell him, unsure if you deserve this compliment. “Unfortunately, I haven’t been doing enough.”

He looks at you again, feeling the same burden that he felt himself over the years.

“It will pass. The sentiment of powerlessness. Believe me, it will. Don’t stuck to it.” Obi-Wan says softly. “For now, we must wait.”

“Wait for what?” You ask him, confused.

Calmly, Obi-Wan tells you.

“To counterattack, of course.”

A new hope seems to spark in your chest.

***

He refuses to share the bed with you even though you divide it the best you could. In fact, Obi-Wan realizes that sleeping on the floor, however uncomfortable that is, is like a punishment he feels deserving.

This thought brings him to the depths of regrets and sorrows his mind got accustomed to deal when night rises. Again he doesn’t sleep well. And he’s surprised for seeing you waking up early.

Obi-Wan is silent and pretends to be asleep, but his eyes follow your moves. He tries to look away as you remove your clothes—believing him to be sleeping, and it’s not as if that place’s size is enough to have included something close to a bathroom or somewhere to have your privacy. But against his will he is tempted to look at you.

So the Jedi eventually captures the shadow of your curves, going up to your back and noticing how long is your hair before staring down at your hips.

By the Maker!

He shuts his eyes. Although he’s thankful there’s little to see, what he sees gives him…a boner. Obi-Wan hates it. The once perfectly composed Jedi who struggles not to give in to temptations of the flesh would not give in now as unbearable as it is.

As much as his body complaints about the cold floor—the cold that makes his own body lifeless at times, he is not won by what he sees as weakness of the flesh. And that is how by overcoming his carnal needs that eventually goes back to sleep.

You, on the other hand, start the day fresh and clean outside. The skies remain dark, the sun is yet to rise. First, you meditate. You keep your emotions in check. It’s when loneliness seems to engulf you. Sometimes meditation is a dangerous activity that opposes you to your remorse in surviving when neither of your friends did. Like before in planet Y/C where’d you been hiding for the last two years, you are now facing your demons. You interrupt the meditation bathed in salty tears.

By holding your knees to you, your vision is limited and thus you don’t see Obi-Wan approaching. The moment he was falling asleep he sensed your pain. So here he is, taking a seat next to your side as the sun begins to rise.

“You are being too harsh on yourself again, Y/N.” The ginger male puts an arm around your shoulders, giving you the consolation you need. “Don’t carry this guilt with you. Your friends wouldn’t like that. Your Master wouldn’t be happy to know his sacrifice meant you resigning of who you were supposed to be.”

You let a out a sob.

“It’s difficult, Obi-Wan.” It’s all you can say, though. You’ve tried to choke your tears, suppress your fears, but they are always coming back.

“I know. I know more than you think.”

He gives you a warm embrace. The two stay like this for a long while, long enough for the sun to rise completely to the skies. You then recollect there’s yet another sunrise you missed… because Tatooine has two suns. The idea distracts you from your distress.

“How do you manage living here?” You ask him. “Summer here must be unbearable. I suspect this is the only season there is.”

Obi-Wan cracks in laughters at your observation. You smile at him because the sound is peaceful: it appears he hasn’t laughed for a while.

“I don’t always live in caves. I’m staying here only for a while. Until I find a discreet place that is.” He strokes his beard before adding: “But other than that, yeah, the heat in here can be sufferable.”

“Is there a reason why you are particularly here?” You ask him so spontaneously that Obi-Wan is surprised you pose this question that he doesn’t expect you to. You are quick to appease the embarrassment you created for yourself, though. “I’m sorry, I did not mean…”

“No, no. That’s okay. I should have assumed you’d ask it eventually.” He hesitates, but sensing you are someone whom he could trust, Obi-Wan tells you the truth.

He tells you about his confrontation with Vader. He admits the whole distress he’d been under—and as doing so, you are now the one to console him as he comes to tears. There’s more to tell, but he’s overwhelmed and you don’t press him.

You see how the rise of Empire and the fall of the Order alongside the Republic costed much to you both.

“You know something, Master?”

“I am unworthy of being addressed as one, Y/N.”

You ignore his comment. But gently make him look at you.

“My new purpose will be to restaure you joy. If I’m given the cheerfulness that my former Master appreciated, perhaps it’s time you do it too.”

Obi-Wan’s eyes go tearful. He appreciates your gentleness, above all your friendship. You, on the other hand, become aware that by healing him, your are healing yourself. When you lock gazes, it is as if innocence is restaured once again.

***

He watches as you play with little Luke. Owen follows his gaze and a small smirk twitches in the corner of his lips.

“I’ve never thought I’d see the hermit Kenobi besotted with somebody.”

Days have turned to weeks and these in turn gone into months. Once earned the trust of Obi-Wan, you’ve come to learn about Luke Skywalker and here you are, playing with the boy—whom you feel the Force flow strongly and whose temper is sweet.

“Uh?” Obi-Wan parts the gaze to look at his friend in perplexity. “What are you saying, for the Maker’s sake?”

Owen smirks.

“I know you, Kenobi. And I also know the look of those smitten. There’s a better word for this, as the younger say these days: in love. That’s what you are. Y/N is a sweet girl. You should give her a chance.”

“What are you…”

“Oh please. The Order is no more. But if you want to fool yourself, who am I to stay in your way? However… I do pity her, though. She returns your feelings if that is what you are concerned.”

You are unaware of the conversation until later that day, when you two go back to the new abandoned house you found. You had just showered when Obi-Wan says, a bit out of, erm, sensibility for lack of better word.

“Y/N, my dear. There’s one thing I would like to discuss with you. I don’t think I am the best person for you to nurture affection.”

You are caught of your guard. You are occupied brushing your hair when he says that. You turn your head to look at him. Obi-Wan is sitting at the edge of bed, concern in his face. You can tell he has his own traumas, but… Was I so evident?

You had grown fond of him in these last months, it’s something you cannot deny. When looking in retrospective, the laughters, the smiles, the sparks of joy in his eyes were all so captivating… How distressed you were when he was plagued by bad dreams. How worried you were when he was feverish in the first days of autumn.

You were present in every particularity of his life. But were there any expectations? When your eyes lingered in his face when he was distracted; when you wanted to warm his bed; when desire assaulted you that day where unintentionally you were close to see him nude.

You blush when these questions show at the back of your mind. Nonetheless, where reason acknowledges the fact—however unwillingly so—your emotions are shielded with pride, a barrier you are quick to rise.

“Obi-Wan”, you laugh a false laughter. “Where’d you take these ideas from?”

He is confused, but also disappointed. Why? Isn’t it best for you both? At the same time, Obi-Wan feels you might be lying to him. He sighs.

“Y/N… I’ve been there too. I can tell you are not being true to me.”

Busted. But even so…

“Why, can’t a friend be genuinely caring for the other? Can’t I be fond of you without necessarily falling onto the field of romance?”

The point you make comes cringingly so. Your throat is dried and you feel the need to drink water. By giving your back to him, you miss the frown in his features.

He stands and moves to where the window is.

“If that’s what you are telling me.”

“I reassure you. Besides I can’t form attachments.”

Obi-Wan would have exasperatedly reminded you that there is no Order so this rule is not even… Another sigh. Why is he bothered by this? What is he expecting?

He looks up at the skies. If he searched well, he’d find the truth in your heart. But Obi-Wan is too busy to deal with his own…hurt? He turns at you subtly.

The Jedi observes you making them coffee despite being too late to insert caffeine in the stomach. He then detects a small tear threatening to drop your eye, but at what cost are you holding it back?

Damn it. Obi-Wan knows he cannot run away from the obvious. He leaves his own pride as he moves to where you are.

“Y/N… Can you look at me?”

You blink a few times before looking at him. He’s dangerously close to you. You’d try to stay away had he not held your wrist.

“Don’t run. I… I should have been kinder, my apologies. I do not wish to…” Obi-Wan tumbles with the words.

You turn at him, now standing in front of your fellow Jedi in shorter distance. You take his hand and hold it.

“We all have traumas to heal. Take your time, my dear.”

“You deserve better, Y/N.” He raises his eyes and where in yours there’s content, in his there’s unhappiness. “I cannot offer you my whole being. Not only I’m ten years senior than you, but you are young and there’s a whole lifetime to rebuild yourself. There are others whom you can spread joy and remember what life really is without the weight of world on their shoulders.”

You gently caress his cheek, his beard tingling against your soft skin.

“I don’t care about age, here’s a first.” The way you say makes him smile even if unwillingly so. “You remembered me what’s like to live without fear, you renewed my hopes in becoming better as an individual and as a Jedi for those who forget the world can still be a better place. You showed me how to be brave when dealing with your demons. I’ve been hiding for two years all the while you’ve never stopped fighting even if looking after the Skywalker kid doesn’t strike you as a resistance act against Palpatine’s shameful machinations.”

You know you speak too fast. Words that you thought to have been drowned in the back of your mind and into the depths of your heart from the day you considered the possibility of not having your sentiments returned—which was okay for you because making Obi-Wan Kenobi smile was the best mission you could’ve thank the Force for—are flowing from your mouth.

On his part, Obi-Wan’s heart races. To the point he fears you might hear it’s beating. There’s an exchange of long looks. He knows you’re waiting for a response.

“I’ve been so broken…” He confesses in a whisper that you listen nonetheless. His eyes move to your hands. There’s an innocence in how you lock each other’s fingers.

“There’s always hope to mend. You’re not the only one whose heart and soul were tore down by the Empire.” You speak in a similar tone, making him look at you.

It’s a strange urge that takes the heel of his heart. Obi-Wan never thought…

“Who broke your heart?” He inquired, sounding more jealous than he thought. Where did this feeling come from? Has he become insecure about holding a place in your heart?

You giggle when reading what’s unspoken, though it is seen in his eyes.

“My dear Ben…” you lean your forehead against his. “You know very well that is not what I’ve meant to say.”

He is forced to confess what’s his heart been pounding to say.

“I cannot… I… I shouldn’t, but the idea of you with somebody else displeases me. It’s ridiculous, pathetic and illogical. I know.” He heavily sighs. “However, I wasn’t expecting to relearn how to love. I’ve been through so much…”

You beam when his words give away more than Obi-Wan intends to.

“Are you admitting you love me, Obi-Wan Kenobi?”

He rolls his eyes, but the red in his face, deep as a tomato, is the answer you need. You beam again, so full of joy.

“Oh my darling! How could we both fear to fall? We are only aiming to fly high!” Your smile spreads.

Obi-Wan is enchanted to see how you glow. How could’ve he take so long? What a beautiful sight to behold.

Slowly he untangles his hand from yours only to use one to grip your waist all the whilst he places the other to caress your cheek.

“You brought me back to life, my love. The Force brought you to me. I… I’m not good with words, but I know one thing. I love you, Y/N. And I don’t intend to waste the rest of my days without you by my side.”

“Neither I intend to leave you. The Force has brought your heart to me and I will love you for a thousand years. To immortality and beyond. I’ll go wherever you go. I’d die a thousand deaths to make you live.”

“Well, let us hope not get to that.” He chuckles before finally pressing his lips against yours.

Your body shivers from the moment his beard tingles against your skin, your lips brushing against his, dried in opposition to yours so soft. As his tongue breaks through your mouth looking for yours, world seems to spin slowly.

Your hands rest in his shoulder before slowly running over his hair—it’s longer than you remember, a detail only now you come to perceive. Your fingers explore his ginger locks all the while you stand there together. His kiss tastes sweet and his tongue pairs yours in a delightful dance.

His grip around your waist tightens, evoking a heat to you unknown. You have no rush in discovering the rise of strange sentiments. All you care to is give yourself to him.

Obi-Wan reads you well, so he takes his time. Without parting the kiss, the former Jedi presses you against the wall, his hands around your waist running to your hair, so loose and wild in your back.

It’s when he parts the kiss to catch his breath. His eyes look for something in yours—an uncertainty? a regret?—but his heart skips a beat the moment he finds love in it’s most pure form of expression: in the delight spark that is in your eyes. All the thoughts that never make to your tongue do, however, reach his mind.

He nuzzles his nose against yours. Then he rests his forehead again.

“You are the light of my life, Y/N.”

“As you are mine, Ben Kenobi.”

Obi-Wan smiles at how you make his short name sound different to his ears. He beams when looking into the eyes that invite him for more.

And he takes it.

He leads you to bed all the while kissing you again—a new addiction he never thought he needed it. But when he lies you down, he hesitates. You feel it and you give him a quizzical look.

“What’s the matter, my dear?”

“I think…” He realizes it’s your first time. He can tell, whether you like it or not, that you don’t feel very secure about doing it. “…we should best wait.”

He leans down next to you, cuddling you. You look at him, an amusement twinkling in your eyes.

“Are you sure?”

“Mmhm.” Obi-Wan holds you close, unwilling to let go of you. He smiles when you adjust to his arms. “We’ll have time for that.”

He kisses your cheek, most pleased to have you so close to him. You turn against him, nuzzling against his neck.

“I love you, Ben.”

“And I love you, my star.”

It’s with a smile on your face that you fall asleep.

***

Epilogue.

The room is finally empty, save for the two of you. Dressed in a long white gown, simple as it should be, you lean into the window, contemplating the landscape that lies beneath your attentive eyes as you wait for him.

The green field, the blue lake and the cloudless skies cannot distract you anymore once the door opens and soon is closed. When you turn at him, your husband shows before you with what you swear to see a yellow halo above his head.

“Here’s my angel.” You say when going to stand right before him. His hands engulf your waist and a small smirk is seen twisting in your lips. “What took you so long?”

Obi-Wan laughs. He’s looking at you with such a pure devotion that makes you blush. Your husband is admiring the loose curls of your y/c hair, the make up that reinforces your delicate traces and the red lipstick that is painted over your lips. His eyes too lower to your collarbone all the while his fingers run high to your back and begin to undone the laces of your gown.

The two of you married in a small, but significant ceremony in the planet Y/C with the Organas there present. For matters of security, unfortunately Luke Skywalker could not attend with his uncle—but you’d visit them soon. A few Jedis that lived there in secrecy came to attend. It was perfect and dreamy as it should be, with little Princess Leia as your “bridesmaid”.

“Leia took me long enough to lecture me about the duties of a good husband.” Obi-Wan and you laugh at it. “She really likes you, Y/N, so I had to make an oath upon which I vowed to never break your heart.”

You giggle in response, enjoying as his fingertips work to remove your gown, though you begin to flush when your skin is exposed right under his eyes.

“I’m so glad she did so. I’ll have to thank her later.”

“Indeed I fear you might.” Obi-Wan chuckles, moving right behind you where he begins his traces of kiss from your cheek down to your jawline and stopping by your neck.

“You are so beautiful my love”, he whispers against your skin as his hands begin to explore your soft spots.

You close your eyes, leaning your head behind as your husband starts to introduce you to a new world. You sigh happily when being under his stimulation. Your sighs grow louder, the sounds turning to gentle moans as he inserts a hand right in the between of your legs.

“Hmm. So wet for me.” He smirks, aroused when seeing you react intently under his touch. “Is this good, my love?”

“It is. Oh, Ben!” You turn yourself into him, helping him undress—though failing in the whole process because his fingers are distracting you, a sight very pleasant to him.

But he too begins to lose his concentration once you discover him and do the same moves he does to you with him.

“Hmm.” His moan makes you far more aroused than you’d think.

As he lies you down in bed, you are found on the edge of your climax. You ask for more and he gives you. His lips begin to journey all over your body, taking a long time in your breasts—that might be a place he has his fun as much as you have yours.

The room is suddenly filled with loud noises. Obi-Wan is careful to tease you slowly to the unbearable point where you are begging. His smirk is malicious, devilish even. But when looking at him, you come to think loudly:

“A handsome sight to behold, by the Maker!”

You giggle when he blushes upon you remark. He stays right there in your belly, his hands caressing your legs.

“I should be the one saying so of my lady wife.”

“My, my, Obi-Wan! What a lover you are!” You chuckle, feeling a heat paint your cheeks in turn.

“Not as much as you, my princess. My love, my darling.”

And before you breathe in anticipation, his head is right where his fingers were. You seem to float, and maybe you are due to the Force he’s been using into you.

It’s so good. And that is precisely what Obi-Wan wants: to ruin you, to make your first time very memorable.

And it’s just right in the moment you are about to orgasm that he climbs back to you and slowly thrusts his manhood into you.

“Oh!” You moan gently. “By the Maker, Ben!”

It is so indecent how he looks at you that your cheeks burn. And even more so when he lifts your chin and gently takes hold of your face:

“Look at me, my love. I want to see what a mess my wife is going to be.”

You like that, don’t you? Oh yes, you do. Even if your face goes a bright shade of pink, you do not divert away. Your eyes remain locked as he starts his pace, a slow one as he matches his hips with yours.

“It feels so good!” You sigh in content.

“Not painful?” He asks concerned.

You’d rather say discomfort, but as you adjust to him, it all goes better. It’s a pleasurable pain if you’d have to name it.

“I want you.” You moan softly as you brush your lips against his, your legs now tangled around his waist.

“You shall have all of me, my love.” Obi-Wan vows it as the two of you make love the rest of the afternoon.

You do take such a taste for the thing that, even if your feminine parts prove sensible, you defy your body by doing it again not much after he collapsed beside you.

“What? More?” Obi-Wan laughs. “Here we have some restless lass, don’t we?”

“You, sir, are the sole responsible for that.” You giggle against his lips as you move your body over his.

And so you go…

***

The next year, right after you two engage with rebels in a handful attacks against the empire, you find out that you conceived.

It comes to be a comical situation when you both discover that a child is coming. You have been stressed ever since the two of you joint efforts with this group of Rebells because, however selfish your wish might be, you wanted to live isolated with your husband.

But you don’t tell him that because you know he’s a leader to so many and as such an inspiration to ignite the spark to defeat the Empire. So you too compromise with the cause for this reason and because it’s what you’d have done had you not developed romantic feelings for Master Kenobi.

However, you start to feel sick. It begins when you lose your conscience in the midst of a fight against the storm troopers.

“For the Maker!” Obi-Wan panics when seeing you paled right in the ground. He runs to you, fearful you’ve been shot. But, in the end, he is angry at you when learning this happened because you didn’t eat well. “Y/N! What are you thinking? You can’t go to battles like that!”

You soft his moody demonstration with kisses all over his face and clinging onto him.

“I’m sorry, my love. I promise I will be more careful.”

Yet you don’t eat because morning sickness hits you everytime. You keep giving excuses about not joining the battles—once Obi-Wan thought this was mostly because of your pms; when hormones increased intense levels before your rules broke down. As a good observer, though, he knows you are usually horny in this period and moody—to appeal your bad mood, he shamelessly seduced you and the two of you fornicated as silently as possible.

But…

It’s been two months and we haven’t copulated, neither she complained about spending too much time in different planets.

He is contemplative and decides to investigate. In one morning, though, he awakes concerned because of an unusual sound that comes from the bathroom. He thinks there might be some invader, but Obi-Wan is surprised to see you vomiting.

He rushes to your side, preoccupied.

“Y/N, are you all right?”

It’s right there as he consoles you, helps you stand and watches you brush your teeth that he notices not only your boobs are bigger, but there’s a belly where there wasn’t one before—he begins to join the pieces and…

“My love, I just vomited and you are the one that looks pale”, you joke at him, slightly concerned. “What is it?”

Obi-Wan looks at you, bewildered and amused. How could you not tell?

“My darling. Do you feel the Force?” He smiles at you. “You think I wouldn’t notice?”

“Oh.” It’s when you notice at last. Your face brightens up. “We are going to become a family!”

He chuckles.

“We are! Oh my! I’m going to be a father! What a great gift you give me!”

Obi-Wan and you beam, cuddling together as you savor this precious moment. It’s when it occurs you a thought.

“I did promise you that I would bring you happiness, didn’t I?”

Obi-Wan’s eyes go teary as you reference to every moment you went through together and the promise you made him since day one.

“Yes. Yes, you did. You rescued me, my love. You are and have always been my new hope.”

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D.A.R.E | Reader x Being an Agent of Chaos

Plot:  Y'know that little box of drugs that Eddie carries around with him? Yeah, after the whole "accused of murder" debacle, you take issue with him keeping that on his person at all times. Naturally, you steal the box with a little bit of help. [Gender Neutral!Reader x Eddie, Steve, and Robin, kind of. Also, hints of Ronance and Steddie.]

Word count:  4,016

Warnings:  drug mention

Disclaimer: Fuck netflix, and fuck whoever came up with having a "stranger things experience" in a former n*zi prison where jewish and romani people were exterminated. that's an incredibly fucked up thing to do, and i do not support or endorse it.

A/N: here's somethin fluffy to fix that damage that volume two will inevitably do to my brain. takes place post volume two, and in a matter of hours, it'll act as a fix it fic. fun fact, this whole thing could be read as platonic, so yeet!

Eddie’s van was a teensy bit warm for your taste. What was hotter, though, was the conflict between you and Hawkins High’s resident dealer.  

“Jesus fucking Christ, Eddie, you can’t carry a box of drugs around a high school! That’s- that’s insane, you’re gonna get arrested!” You throw your hands in the air, glaring at your long-haired companion. Your long-haired, beautiful, insufferable companion, who refused to listen to your advice on how not to get caught dealing drugs. 

“Yeahhh, they tried to arrest me once, sweetheart. It didn’t stick.”

“Yeah, but you weren’t actually a murderer,” you lowered your voice and continued, “You are a dealer, though. And like, we just got your name cleared! I don’t want you to go to prison now.”

He puts a hand on your head and pushes you away, affectionately, “Y’know, you’re cute when you worry, (L/N).”

“I am not cute!! I’m concerned that you’re gonna get arrested!”

“You can be both.”

“Fine,” you glared, “I’m both, now can you please leave your toolbox of broken laws in your van?”

His eyes scanned your face, pausing for a moment just to stare at your lips. You thought, for a moment, that maybe, possibly, he’d actually take you seriously and leave the box in the van. Your certainty wavered, however, as he leaned in until his nose was only an inch from yours. A smile crossed his face, reaching his eyes. You were so distracted that you almost didn’t notice when he said, with a voice as sweet as honey, “No.”

He laughed, pulling away from you while you huffed, frustrated with his antics. Fortunately, you managed to keep yourself a step ahead of him. While Eddie was distracted by his apparent victory, you grabbed the little black box from his side and threw open the passenger’s side door and began a mad dash down the street, just as you had planned.

“Hey, wait-!” he called after you, “Shit, shit, shit, shit, son of a BITCH-!”

You cackled at the sound of his complaints, taking a hard left into someone’s yard. You threw yourself over a few fences, jumped over a few flower beds, and nearly tripped on a lawn chair before you ran out onto the road again. You almost took a break to catch your breath when you saw the familiar shape of Eddie’s van turning the corner.

With a curse, you took off again, sprinting down roads and around corners. It was kind of a miracle that the box never fell from your grasp in all that time- you weren’t about to complain about that, though. Instead, you just kept on going until the video store came into your sights.

Behind you, the van rolled to a stop and the driver’s side door flew open. Eddie leapt out of the van, leaving the keys in the ignition and almost eating shit in his haste to catch up to you.  

“GET BACK HERE YOU LITTLE SHIT!” He screamed at the top of his lungs, probably irritating some of the neighbours. You didn’t stop, though- you didn’t even bother to look back. You could practically feel Eddie’s breath on the back of your neck. It was a little intimidating, but it sparked the adrenaline rush necessary to propel you forward and through the door of Family Video.

“ROBIN! ROBINROBINROBINROBINROBIN-” you yelled, giving your dear friend a heads up as you threw yourself over the counter, knocking a stack of videos over before you rolled to a stop behind her.

“My pile-!  Not this shit again,” Robin mourned. You were midway through an apology when the doors flew open, efficiently cutting you off.

“I FUCKING GOT YOU, YOU DICK!” 

You scrambled back, screaming as Eddie advanced on the counter, slamming his hands down on it.

“Eddie? What are you-”

“(Y/N) STOLE MY FUCKING DRUGS, ROBIN!”

Robin looked between you and the dealer a few times before her gaze settled on you, “Wait, you actually did it? I thought you were bluffing, dude, that’s so metal-”

“It’s NOT metal, it’s a DICK MOVE!”

“IT’S NOT A DICK MOVE, IT’S MAKING SURE YOU DON’T GET ARRESTED FOR HAVING DRUGS AT A HIGH SCHOOL!”

You and Eddie turned to Robin, silently asking for her opinion as an unbiased third party. Once again, she looked between the two of you, though this time, her gaze focused on Eddie.

“They’ve got a point,” she said, with an apologetic shrug.  

Eddie dramatically collapsed against the counter with a loud groan. As he did, Steve burst in from the back, wielding a video tape just as dramatically, “WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON OUT HERE!?”

“(Y/N) stole my drugs.” “(Y/N) stole Eddie’s drugs.” “I stole Eddie’s drugs.”

Steve stared blankly at the three of you, trying to process the information that had been unloaded on him all at once. Slowly, he lowered the videotape he’d been using as a weapon, “(Y/N), you did what?”

Your voice lowered to a murmur as you hid your face behind the box that had started all of this, “I, um… I stole Eddie’s box of drugs.”

Steve sighed like a disappointed mother and leaned on the counter, covering his eyes with one of his hands, “Whyyyy. Why would you do that? And why would you come in here with the drugs?”

“I- Look, I just didn’t want Eddie to get arrested!”

The former jock paused, pondering what you’d said for a few minutes. Eventually, though, he shook his head and turned back to you, “(Y/N), give Eddie his drugs back.”

“Thank you, Harrington,” Eddie bowed, hitting the counter again as he did. He turned to you, then, with an arm outstretched expectantly, “(Y/N), sweetheart, I think you have something that belongs to me.”

From your spot on the floor, you looked up at the faces of your friends. Steve’s arms were crossed, and Eddie’s hand was open. Robin, however, had a certain funny look on her face- and if you were correct, you were pretty sure she sent you a wink.

You took a deep breath and leaned forward as if you were about to pass the box to Eddie. At the last minute, you turned and threw it to Robin, the ultimate partner in crime. The second the box was safe in her hands, she ran, sprinting past Eddie and out the door.

The boys were shocked, but only for a moment. Steve groaned, and Eddie yelled out a string of expletives before he, too, ran out the door, calling for Robin to stop. Robin did not stop. Robin, beloved.

You remained on the floor, laughing as you watched your friends run down the street. You pulled yourself up and made your way towards the door, but an arm around your waist stopped you.

“Hang on! You aren’t leaving,” Steve said, pulling you closer to him, “I’ve got a store to take care of and I’m not doing it alone.”

He let go of you and made his way behind the counter, where he began picking up the tapes you’d knocked over on your way in. You sighed and took a few steps back before leaning on the counter and watching as Steve worked.

“So, why do you care so much about the drugs? I didn’t take you as an anti-drug type,” Steve said, examining the back of a tape.

“I don’t care about the drugs themselves. I meant what I said, I don’t want him to get arrested.”

He sighed, “I get it, it’s, it’s freaky, but y’know, I don’t think you have to worry about him so much.”

He looked up at you with a reassuring smile, which you returned. It was sweet of him to try and comfort you- really, it was. Alas, you wouldn’t give up so easily. 

You threw yourself over the counter again and knelt beside Steve, helping him to pick up the videotapes. After a few moments, you tapped Steve on the shoulder. When he looked at you, you leaned in close, until you could feel his breath on your lips. Then, you made your move.

“He stores his weed where Dustin could get it.”

“What!?” A million expressions passed through Steve’s eyes. He pulled away from you for a second, shaking his head, “That- that’s fine. If Dustin wants to- I mean, Dustin wouldn’t, he’s too smart, he-”

You watched as Steve debated with himself, cracking like a damn egg, just as you’d planned. It didn’t take long for him to spring up and leap over the counter himself before running for the door.

“Come on, let’s go get those drugs.”

A smile broke across your face as you followed him. He flipped the “Open” sign to “Closed” and locked the door behind you before grabbing your hand, and running to his car.

“Shit!” he exclaimed, “I left my keys inside.”

You paused for a second, looking between the video store and Eddie’s van, which was parked seconds away.

“Come on, I have an idea.”

-

Meanwhile, a few blocks away, Robin was still running, Eddie’s black box of drugs still clutched to her chest. He was closing in behind her, screaming obscenities that she honestly couldn’t really make out over all the running she was doing.

Just as Robin was starting to wonder how much farther she could go, she saw a familiar house on the horizon. She managed to pick up the pace, screaming as she sprinted down the street. Eddie didn’t really know what to make of that, but he didn’t stop running either. He also didn’t stop screaming, so to any outsiders, the whole thing looked really weird.  

Luckily, neither of them cared, and soon, Robin Buckley was at the doorstep of the Wheeler household. 

“NANCY!” she yelled, pounding on the door with fevor, “NANCY!? MIKE? ANYONE? LET ME IN, PLEASE!”

Of course, it was Ted Wheeler who opened the door. Robin began to introduce herself, and ask permission to come in, as any proper young lady would. Then she saw Eddie out of the corner of her eye, sprinting at her like a wild animal. A metal one. A metal wild animal. 

After she saw that, she ducked under Ted’s arm and ran into the house and up the stairs without asking. Ted had no real response to this. He just left the door standing open, and wandered back to his seat in front of the TV, muttering something about “kids these days” under his breath.

In Ted’s absence, Eddie was able to slip into the house and begin his search for his black box of sin. He searched the kitchen and found nothing, and when he peered into the basement, a horde of teenage boys (and also, Max and El) yelled at him. That left one place to look- upstairs.

Up said stairs, Robin was frantically trying to explain the whole stolen drug situation to Nancy, who kind of got it, but kind of didn’t.

“Wait, so (Y/N) stole Eddie’s drugs, ran to the video store, and threw the drugs at you?”

“Yes!”

“And then you ran here, with the drugs?”

“Yes! Yes, I ran here with the drugs, and now you have to help me hide them!”

“Okay,” Nancy nodded, “But why?”

“Because we don’t want Eddie to get arrested!”

And as if Robin had spoken of the devil, the devil appeared. Kind of. Eddie sort of overshot Nancy’s room and stumbled past the doorway, screaming still about the drugs. It scared the shit out of Robin and Nancy, but it also gave them a chance to spring up, slam the door shut, and lock it behind them.  

For a second, Robin and Nancy leaned against the door, their fingers touching where they lay on the wood behind them. The box of drugs sat in front of them, on the bed. Just as Eddie began to pound on the door, a plan formed in Nancy’s brilliant mind.

“This way,” she grabbed Robin’s hand in one of hers and took the box in the other, “Out the window!”

-

While Robin and Nancy were getting ready for a window jumping adventure, you and Steve were pulling up in front of the Wheeler house in Eddie’s van. After the drug box, you kind of just got used to stealing Eddie’s shit.

Just as you and Steve were preparing to hop out, the back door opened and Dustin Henderson entered the fic.

“Henderson!? What are you doing-”

“Steve? Why are you in Eddie’s van? And why is (Y/N) here?”

“For reasons,” Steve said, turning to watch as Dustin began to move shit around in the back, “What- what are you doing?”

“The last time Eddie gave me a ride I left a book back here. Now, what exactly are your reasons for having Eddie’s van?”

You took over the explanations, “Basically, I stole that little box that Eddie carries around with him because I-” you cut yourself off, “I… needed it.”

“Why did you need a box full of drugs?” Dustin asked, checking under something that you couldn’t see.

You were a little stunned by that, but of course, that was nothing compared to Steve.

“HAS HE TRIED TO SELL YOU DRUGS?”

“No,” Dustin shook out a shirt, still searching for his book, “But I’m not an idiot. Hey, speaking of idiots, is Robin coming out of Nancy’s window?”

Robin was, in fact, coming out of Nancy’s window, and she was quickly followed by Nancy herself. Seeing this, you leaned out the window and waved your arms.

“Guys!! Guys, c’mere, let’s go!”

Hand in hand, Robin and Nancy sprinted for the van. Robin leapt into the back, almost crashing into Dustin, and Nancy got in rather calmly for someone being chased. As she shut the door behind her, Nancy could see Eddie, standing at the door, watching them.

“Drive!” she screamed, and Steve did exactly as she asked. Nancy, Robin, and Dustin were thrown around the back as the van accelerated forward and down the street, away from poor sweet Eddie.

As the van disappeared into the distance, Eddie let out a string of curses as he flopped against the door. He had lost the battle, at least for now, but he was determined to win the war. After a moment of rest, he got up and walked back into the house, heading down the stairs and into the basement.

“Alright, nerds. Who wants secret knowledge about the next campaign?”

The horde of basement teens slowly raised their hands.

-

The van finally slowed to a stop in front of your house. Once it was parked, Steve collapsed against the steering wheel with a heavy sigh.

“So, care to explain?” Dustin asked from the backseat. The book he had been looking for was held safely against his chest, and he had you all fixed with a judgemental glare.

“Look,” you said, turning around to face him, “Eddie brings that box wherever he goes, right? Right. So I’m trying to keep it away from him until he at least agrees not to bring it into the school.”

“Ok, but why?”

“Because I don’t want him to get arrested! I like him exactly the way he is, y’know, out of prison, and I’d like to keep him that way.”

“Heh, it almost sounds like you’re into him,” Dustin laughs before he slides open the door and hops out of the van.

“I do not!” you yell after him, “If I’m into him, so is everyone else in this van!” 

You turn to the van’s other passengers, “None of us want Eddie to get arrested, right?”

“Nope!” “No.” “No, no, no, no, no, no, no.”

“Exactly! And none of us are into him, right?”

The van fell silent. Robin stared right into your soul while Nancy stared into Steve’s. Steve himself was looking at the roof and biting his lip, clearly deep in thought.

“Ok, we’ll- we’ll come back to that later. Right now, we have to hide the drugs!”

“Yep!” Steve yelled, jumping out of the van as if it was on fire. Nancy and Robin yepped their agreements and jumped out of the van as well. You were the last to leave, and as you did, Mike Wheeler nearly rammed his bike into your leg.

“JESUS CHRIST!” you screamed, falling back into the van in surprise.

“Mike! What the hell!” Nancy grabbed her brother, keeping him from falling into you.

“You guys have to come quick!” he yelled, not providing a further explanation, “Just come on, come quick! It’s an emergency!”

Your small gang shared a look before they slowly got back into the car and followed behind Mike and his small gang as they biked ahead of you. It must’ve looked like one of Hawkins’s weirdest convoys, but to be fair, the town had seen stranger things in the past few years.

“Y’know, we should be careful,” Robin said, the box of drugs now in her lap, “This could be a trap.”

“I wouldn’t put it past my brother.”

“I hate that you’re right,” you hummed, looking out the window, “But I mean, if it is a real emergency, we should probably check out whatever it is, right?”

“Right,” Steve answered, “Right, I mean, we’re the babysitters, it’s our job to look out for those little shits.”

“I resent that,” Dustin pointedly flipped a page in his book.

The rest of the ride was spent in silence.  

-

As the sun began to set, the kids pulled up outside of Hawkins High. Steve put the van in park, and the four of you cautiously piled out and into the parking lot. Dustin was an exception to this as he jumped out like absolutely nothing was wrong.

You, Steve, Nancy, and Robin remained vigilant as you spread out. Your eyes were wide, searching everywhere for the so-called emergency. As the sky turned red, you found it.  

Eddie emerged from behind another car, an evil smile on his face as he turned to Robin, “I’ll take my box back, please.”

Robin took a step back, and in return, the mob of teenagers took a step towards her. Eddie had clearly found himself an army.  

Just as they began to surround Robin, she panicked and threw the box to Steve. For a moment, you thought he’d give up the box, but he pulled through, tossing it to Nancy and gently grabbing onto Mike and Lucas so that they couldn’t even try to mob Nancy.  

Alas, it was Max he should’ve been looking out for. With a battle cry, the tiny angry red-head advanced, spooking Nancy into throwing the box back to you.

For a moment, the world was silent. Your eyes met Eddie’s, and there was nothing but pure delight on his face. The cycle was back at its true beginning, and now you had a choice. Surrender, or keep running.

Surrender, and betray your cause, or make every sacrifice worth it, and run.

It was an easy choice to make.

You turned around, and you ran. 

You sprinted up the street, moving faster than you had all day. The world seemed to move in slow motion as you sped past houses and cars, street lamps and stop signs. The sun met the horizon. Red painted your body as you advanced, sprinting to a final destination.

You heard your name behind you, called out by a familiar voice- by several familiar voices. One stood out against the rest, though, and shortly, Robin came to run at your side.

“I hate you for making me run today!” she yelled, taking your hand and pulling you into an even faster speed.

You ran together, speeding through an oncoming night. You could hear bikes behind you- bikes and a van, but you paid it no mind.  

Your lungs ached, the air burning them from the inside out. Your limbs cried out in exhaustion, screaming for some respite from today’s exertion. Sweat gathered, streaming down your forehead. Your breath came hard and fast, and you felt like you would drop dead to the earth at any second.

But then, your goal came into view.

You were now pulling Robin along as you ran up to Steve’s house. You threw the gate open and darted into the backyard, Robin’s hand still held tightly in yours. You moved to stand in front of the pool, with the black box held out over the water.

Shortly afterwards, you heard the van pull up, tires grinding against hot pavement. For a moment, you hoped it was Steve and Nancy, and maybe Dustin. Alas, you were not so lucky.

“So, here we are!” Eddie said, throwing his arms open, “There’s nowhere for you to run, baby! So! Can I have my drugs back, please?”

He took a step towards you, but you moved towards the pool, pulling Robin’s hand to your chest absentmindedly as you did.

“Don’t come any closer, Munson,” you panted. You were entirely out of breath, but the smile on your face did all the talking for you.

It was then that Eddie noticed the black box in your hand, suspended over the calm waters of Steve’s pool.

“You wouldn’t-”

“I would! I’m crazy! I’ll do anything, ask Robin!”

“They’ll do it!” Robin nodded, “They’re crazy! Mental, even!”

Eddie looked between the two of you for a moment before making the executive decision to take another step. You let the box slip slightly from your hold, not quite dropping it, but getting scarily close. Eddie put his hands up and immediately took that step back.

“Alright!” he exclaimed, “Alright, alright. Tell me what you want.”

“What I want?”

“What are your demands? How am I gonna get those back?”

You took a deep breath and let go of Robin’s hand, “I’ll tell you how you’re gonna get those back, you’re gonna stop carrying it with you everywhere.  Eddie, you’re gonna get arrestED-!”

You were cut off as an invisible force ripped the box from your hand and shoved you off the deck and into the water. While you’d been focusing on Eddie, the kids had arrived on their bikes, and behind them, Steve and Nancy. 

Eleven’s hand was outstretched, keeping the box suspended over the pool. 

A wave of reactions spilled out over the group. The kids cheered, Nancy and Robin gasped, and Steve called out your name. Eddie remained quiet as he ran to the side of the pool, standing next to Robin as they watched you pull your head above the surface.

A laugh slipped from Eddie’s mouth as he knelt by the edge, “See, that’s why you shouldn’t steal from me.”

“Why?” you asked, as you began to tread water, “Because of your child army?”

“Because of my child army!” he nodded and extended a hand to you.  

That was his final mistake.

You reached for his hand and, as everyone predicted, you pulled him into the pool with you.  

“You little shit!” he laughed, as he splashed water in your general direction.

The reactions of the group were now reversed. Nancy, Steve, and Robin cackled while the kids yelled out battle cries, jumping into the water after their leader. The second they were in, you got hella splashed.

Steve and Nancy followed them soon after, with Steve straight up throwing Nancy into the water. Robin was the last to join as there was a little something she had to take care of first.

The child army and your small gang basically spent the night underwater. Most of Steve’s towels were sacrificed to your now very wet group. It was a very enjoyable night, overall, though, at the end of it, there was one thing that was just a teensy tiny little bit off.

“Hey, (Y/N)? Did you see where my box ended up?”

You didn’t have an answer to that. After all, you weren’t the one that hid it. While you, Eddie, and everyone else partook in a small search, Robin smiled, content with the knowledge that the drugs were safely hidden exactly where you would find them.

#x reader #eddie munson x reader #steve harrington x reader #robin buckley x reader #it's funny to me that he's saying 'there is no shame in running' in the gif here #because 90% of this fic is you running #fluff #crack #crack treated seriously

[epilogue-and-prologue]

Amortentia - The Marauders Era

Notes: I might have written this like six months ago and was too scared to post it. Now I'm not !

What do they smell that reminds them of you?

Do they realize right away? If yes/no, how do they approach the topic after? Feelings about it?

Sirius: Coconut Oil

You use it in your hair. He smells it one day as he - jokingly - wraps his arms around you and kisses your cheek, as you're working at his feet on your metamorphosis essay he hasn't begun yet.

When you smell him in your potion, it smells like bike oil.

When he realizes it's you, he acts as if nothing happened but would look at you longer, try to touch you softer and spend more time with you, and give you little tokens of his appreciation.

Remus: Lavender

He knows you can be anxious at times and offered you some essential oil to smell before going to an exam or a stressful situation. Once, you passed him by as you were running to your cartomancy class, and he smelled it in the whisk of air you left behind. Only later did he realize it made him feel safe and relaxed.

You smell the woods.

He already knows, already acknowledged his feelings, and is no longer feeling conflicted about it. He doesn't want to hurt you. Not only that, but he brings you a chocolate bar the next day and offers it to you for your next exam, as he usually does.

James: Chocolate cake

He remembers the look on your face when you see some at breakfast. You can't have it or won't, he saves some and brings it to you afterwards. He heats it with magic, so it's fluffy, like you like it. He remembers how the crumb he picked off your cheek tasted like against his tongue and associated it with you forever.

You smell wildflowers, for that one time you fought with him and threw flowers at each other before you put them in his hair. He kept them all.

He tells you and waits to see how you react.

Peter: Rain

You were running from one class to the other and caught the rain on your way to your potion's class. Slughorn let you in, and you sit next to Peter. He couldn't help but notice that vivid smell of rain on you. He offered you his coat to keep you warm. And you said yes.

He smells like clean clothes. You snuggled up to him as you often did feel his heartbeat against the tip of your nose, in the crook of his neck, against his cleaned shirt.

He panics and avoids you before he can't any more and has to either stop seeing you or recognize he has feelings for you.

Lily: Fresh grass

After a quidditch practise, you both share a seat in the empty stadium, one day of spring after the grass had been cut. Her favourite memory of you yet as you smile to her, your head on her shoulder as time passes slowly but deliciously.

She smells like her perfume: amber, rose and lemon. A strange combination you had the chance to encounter on her scarf you stole one winter morning.

She tries to tell you but panics. She confides in her friends and tries again. After that, she would tell you more. So much more. Give you little gifts and embrace you whenever she could.

Marlene: Snow

Snow fights became her favourite after you bombarded her with them in during the winter in her sixth year. It became a tradition of sorts.

She smells like wet earth. After training, you would always be covered in wet or dry dirt, usually mud.

She would not tell you but grow fonder of your presence and try to enjoy it with hugs, kisses and massages.

Severus: Fire burning

You sat beside him, in a quiet embrace, sole support after a day of harassment for him. You stayed there in front of the fireplace, nourishing the fire when it needed to and speaking of your day, making him smile just because you could.

He smells like books. You spent hours with him studying in the library throwing looks at each other but being too timid to do anything about it.

He doesn't know what to do. He wouldn't tell you, but would reinforce his presence in your life and help in it.

#amortentia #harry potter imagine #the marauders headcanons #the marauders headcanon #james potter x reader #sirius black x reader #remus lupin x reader #lily evans x reader #marlene mckinnon x reader #severus snape x reader #peter pettigrew x reader

[tiny-witch-cottage]

Small Fry

Kip goes out to lunch with a new little friend, Neo the tiny cat. Of course, Neo is pretty scared around norms, but he's earned a lunch at least.

Kip belongs to @smolfoxie !

1250 words

It has been such a fine afternoon so far. The weather is sunny and clear, and Kip’s meeting his new friend for lunch. A tiny white, pink, and brown calico cat called Neo, Kip found her on one of his evening walks, her hiding hole having been washed away by the rain. Since then they’d started to grow a bit closer, though Kip is quite sure she still fully believes him to be of normal size. Indeed, with his regular use of growth potions Kip is quite capable of walking the larger world on his own in a way most tinies like Neo can’t.

Neo is generally pretty nervous about going outside in broad daylight, fearing that she’ll be seen or worse by someone with ill intentions. Understanding, Kip had offered to go eat at a cool joint nearby, one with outdoor seating. As he approaches the tables, he keeps a close eye near the ground, looking for where a tiny cat like her could be hiding. He considers the alleyway, or some of the flowers perhaps, and grabs a table, one with an umbrella coming up a hole in the middle that’s well out of the way. Putting his bag down and waiting for service, his dark ringed eyes scan around under his hat brim. Kip’s ears strain, as if they could make out a cat’s pawsteps at her size at all, let alone with the ambient noise outside.

A waiter comes by and Kip orders a burger combo that comes quickly, absentmindedly reaching for his phone as if he could text the friend he’s waiting on. That’s when he notices something, the umbrella wobbling back and forth ever so slightly. Ducking his head beneath the table he sees Neo scaling the pole with a determined look. Kip reaches out with a hand to help, but Neo just keeps at it until she’s reached the surface of the table, squeezing through the hole with a look of determination. She nonetheless falls back to catch her breath for a moment after the climb, waving a little hand in greetings.

“Glad you made it!” Kip exclaims, before throwing in a joke, “What took you so long?”

Rolling over and brushing herself off, Neo looks up to him with a mock pout, “I left yesterday! It took almost the whole night just to cross the street.”

“Sounds like someone needs a ride then.” Kip notes, “Wouldn’t be hard, I hear peeps do it with tinies all the time. Just pop you in my pocket and off we go.”

Neo gets a bit visibly nervous at this, her fluffy tail flicking a bit at the strawberry pink tip as she looks down. She doesn’t say anything though, so Kip tries to defuse the situation. “Uhh… C’mon, food’s getting cold, I told you we’re sharing today.” 

This gets Neo to perk up a bit as she walks across the uneven plastic surface of the table and steps over the rim of the tray. It’s absolutely unusual for her, being so near fresh big food like this. The scent coming off everything is almost overwhelming, far better than it is when it’s being warmed up again after she’s found it discarded. As Kip makes a “help yourself” gesture while cracking open the cap of his drink and effortlessly lifting the towering bottle just for the act of taking a sip, Neo feels conflicted for choice. 

Neo looks at the burger, a brown patty and crisp, fresh vegetables between buns bigger than her bed. Yet another eye is drawn to the fries, crispy golden straws that smell rich and appetizing, glistening with oil and salt. These, she decides, would be more accessible to take a piece of and enjoy. So Neo walks over to the fry container and grabs onto one fry with both hands, pulling out the pool noodle sized fry from the great pile like firewood from a stack. When she’s pulled it out entirely, she's amazed to find the fry stretches a bit longer than her own height even.

Kip can’t deny his amusement at seeing Neo consider the food, deciding to cut off a more manageable piece of the burger for her to try as well. Seeing the positively unwieldy size of the fry she had unwittingly selected, he’s ready to cut that for her or get another as well. This is before she takes the fried strand of potato in two hands and crunches into the very end ambitiously, pushing him into an outright laugh. The laughter is lost on the tiny Neo, however, as she experiences the fresh flavor of a fried potato for her first time with wonder; the outside is crunchy and crisp while the interior is fluffy and light, it’s all filled with warmth and is nothing short of magical. Even if she’ll fail, she knows she must try to eat the whole fry.

The two chat over their lunch, Neo happily listening about Kip’s graffiti art and both telling of their explorations, albeit at different scales. Slowly but surely Neo makes progress on her fry, even if she hardly manages to get a third of it before her stomach strains under the amount of potato filling it. Kip, meanwhile, enjoys his burger and fries, easily devouring by the handful french fries the likes that Neo struggles to handle over the whole meal. 

The lunch passes mostly without incident, until at one point Kip hears a voice calling his attention from behind. Panicking, he acts on instinct and practically slams Neo into the tray with his hand to cover the tiny cat as he turns around with a start. The speaker, pointing to an overflowing table across the patio, just asks if he can use a chair and is on his way. But Neo starts to panic rapidly at the sudden pressing touch, a wall of plush warmth coming down on her without warning and crushing her against the unmoving floor of the plastic tray. The flesh of the hand is soft and doughy, but unyielding. Even with all her strength she can hardly move it at all. Breathing heavily, she can’t move against the overwhelming force as her head starts to race. She can’t hear the conversation, but a part of her lights up in recognition that Kip’s instinct, sloppy as it may have been, was to protect her like this.

First thing Kip notices with his hand over Neo is how she so cleanly fits in his palm, the little warm fluff filling his cupped hand. The second thing, of course, is that she’s holding stock still and definitely not used to being touched like this. Realizing that the danger’s passed, Kip gently slides his hand away, stroking all along Neo’s fur. “Hey, uh, sorry about that. I know you’re not great about the touching I just-” Kip’s confidence seems to visibly falter as he closes his eyes in frustration and speaks softly to not further intimidate the tiny cat. To his surprise though, he’s interrupted by a light touch himself, two tiny hands just managing to lift his index finger.

Straining with the weight, Neo puts the pointer finger on her head with a cautious smile, “I- I think you can touch, you’re okay,” She says so softly Kip can hardly hear the tiny voice, “Besides, I- um, might take you up on that ride back I think.”

Kip just smiles back at his little friend, ruffling her fur a bit with his finger.

#g/t #giant/tiny #g/t writing #g/t fluff #kip #neo #raccoon #cat

[kinglazrus]

Double Date

Phic Phight

Submitted by @ghostgothgeek: Danny/Sam and Johnny/Kitty double date

Summary: All Danny wanted was some dating advice from the only couple he knows, but of course he got more than he bargained for. At least going to the boardwalk sounds like a nice first date, right?

Word count: 9464 | links to ffn and ao3 in my bio

Danny stares at the tickets in Johnny's outstretched hand. He looks up at Johnny's slanted grin, then back down again. On the other side of the roof, Shadow lurks in the shade of the Ops-centre, drifting dangerously close to the supports.

"When I asked for dating advice, this isn't what I meant," Danny says. He thought Johnny dragged him up to the roof of Fenton Works for some "man to man" talk, not... whatever this is.

Johnny shrugs and stuffs the tickets into his jacket pocket. "Maybe so, but it's what you're getting! You want to treat your girl right? What better way to learn than watching the best boyfriend you know in action?"

"Johnny, I've seen you in action. Downtown. Driving around the community college and looking at all the girls while Kitty is off doing whatever," Danny says.

"Is that really such a big deal? Come on, kid. Listen to me." Johnny throws his arm around Danny's shoulder and drags him toward the edge of the rooftop. "Look how big this place is." He sweeps out his arm, gesturing toward the city. The sun is nearly set, but lots of people are still out at this hour. A warm haze of light glitters on the northern edge of the city, at the beachfront. Danny can almost see the top curve of the Ferris wheel from here.

Johnny continues. "Lots of people down there. Who knows who you actually saw doing what? I bet there are loads of blond guys with bikes around here. And I've got two tickets to the pier that says so."

Danny turns away from the glowing city to stare incredulously at Johnny. "You're using a double date with you and Kitty to bribe me into not telling her I caught you ogling college girls?"

"You said it, not me."

"Did you steal those tickets?"

"Kid, I know you're the goody-two-shoes type. I bought them fair and square with money right of pocket."

Danny snorts. "Whose pocket?"

"I don't think that matters. Come on, it'll be fun. I don't give advice for free, you know." Johnny squeezes Danny's shoulder, a little too hard for what's meant to be a casual chat. The desperate sheen in Johnny's eye kind of ruins the threat, though.

As Danny considers the offer, a shiver goes up his spine. His next breath leaves in a puff of pale blue air. With a sigh, he goes intangible and extracts himself from Johnny's hold, smiling a little when the older ghost stumbles at the sudden loss of Danny's support. Looking over the rooftops, he can't see another ghost, but they can't be far if they set off his ghost sense. He hopes with all his heart that they might be here for a friendly chat, like Johnny, but doubts it. Danny isn't lucky enough for that.

"Okay. I'll go," he says.

"And?" Johnny's grin stretches as he gestures for Danny to go on.

Danny tips his head back and sighs. He doesn't have time for this. "And I guess I didn't see you at the college last week."

"Great!" Johnny gives Danny a hearty slap on the back and climbs back onto his motorcycle. "You're not so bad, kid. When you're not kicking my ass. Just stick with Kitty and me on the day and I'll show the ropes." He kicks up the stand on his motorcycle and revs the engine. "Oh, and before I forget. If this date doesn't go perfectly, then... Shadow!"

The murky ghost rises from beneath the Ops-centre.

"Wait, don't!" Danny shouts, too late, as Shadow zips across the roof, cutting through as many of the Ops-Centre's supports as he can before melting into the darkness. Johnny takes off cackling as the whole thing comes crashing down.

—

The next morning, Danny keeps his head low, his gaze locked on the bowl of soggy cereal in front of him. Across the kitchen, his father stops to slap the counter.

"Didn't even hear a thing! Can you believe that?" Jack asks.

"Crazy."

"Must have happened while we were sleeping."

"Must have."

"When I find the ghost that did it, they're gonna get a face full of Fenton grade vengeance! You know what happens when a ghost looks in a mirror, Danno? Makes 'em go crazy. We're working on this new gun that makes them see—"

"Look at that, time for school!" Danny shoots to his feet. He can't meet his father's gaze as he dumps his cereal bowl—still half full—into the sink and scurries out of the kitchen.

"Have fun!" Jack calls after him.

"Yeah, sure, I will!" Danny shouts back. Under his breath, he adds, "as long as I never have to see that gun." He grabs his backpack as he leaves, snagging the strap and swinging it over his shoulder on his way out the door. Once he is outside, and there's a solid barrier between him, his ticked-off father, and whatever ghost-fighting monstrosity his parents have made now, he stops to take a deep breath.

There are still a few minutes before Tucker should arrive for their walk to school, but Jack does not know that. Danny did not want to sit there and listen to his own father talk about all the ways he could make Danny double-dead, much less re-experience his first death. In fact, he usually tries to avoid people like that. Unfortunately, that does not always work when he lives with two of them.

Danny shakes his head. He can think about those things later. Right now, his conversation with Johnny is the only thing he cares about. Only time will tell if he made a huge mistake agreeing to the double date, but it would be nice if at least one thing could go right for Danny for once.

Inside the house, something slams, followed by a shout from Jack that rattles the window. Danny jumps away from the door and nearly tumbles down the stoop, his front foot slipping off the top step. He latches onto the bannister to keep from falling back, and his foot thumps against the next step. The landing jars his leg as his knee locks, a jolt shooting up his thigh.

"Whoa, it's freshman Danny." Tucker's voice drifts through Danny's ears.

Danny turns, rubbing his now aching knee, and scowls. "What?"

"You know. Freshman Danny." Grinning wide and smug, Tucker motions to Danny's entire person first, then his leg. "Clumsy as hell and too chicken to ask Sam out."

"Shut up! Am not."

"Are too."

"Am not!"

"Are too!" Tucker waves his hand in an airy gesture of finality, turning up his nose. He spins away from Danny, a signal that their little squabble is over. His mistake.

With a final cry of "Am not!" Danny launches himself at Tucker, pouncing on his back. Tucker shrieks in surprise, a peal of laughter echoing off his cry, and stumbles under the new weight. He tries to beat Danny off with the flat of his palm. In response, Danny clings tighter. He wraps his legs around Tucker's waist and hooks his arms over his shoulders, latching on to his wrists to keep a firm grip.

"Holy shit. You're so short, why are you so heavy." Tucker wheezes as he tries to pry Danny's arms off.

Danny throws his head over Tucker's shoulders, shifting his weight forward enough that Tucker bows underneath him. "Ghost fighting muscles, baby."

"Ugh." Tucker's palm finds Danny's chin and he pushes, shoving his head back. "You totally could have asked Sam out for homecoming but nooo, you had to go with me as a hot young bachelor."

Danny's cheeks burned. "It was your idea!"

"Only because you were getting all pouty about not going with Sam, and the only reason that didn’t happen is because you never asked!"

"Well, I'm asking today!"

Tucker freezes. For a second, Danny wonders how ridiculous they must look to anyone watching, with him clinging to Tucker worse than Klemper to literally anyone, and Tucker stretching back to push Danny's head as far back as it will go. Actually, maybe they wouldn't find it so strange. Danny's neighbours have seen a lot of weird things in the past four years; him and Tucker being their usual selves can't be high up on that list.

"You're really gonna ask today, finally?" Tucker asks.

Danny nods, as much as he can Tucker still shoving his head back. "Johnny was here last night."

"Oh yeah?" Tucker pauses, giving Danny a chance to elaborate. He doesn't, waiting for the gears to click in Tucker's head instead. It takes a moment, but he gets there. "Oh! Oh, right, yeah. He finally got back to you? Is that why, uh... you know." Tucker finally withdraws his hands and points to the roof of Fenton Works.

"Oh. Yeah." Danny's limbs go intangible, slipping through Tucker's torso in one final act of petty vengeance as Danny rights himself. Tucker shivers, shooting Danny a glare, before looking back at the Ops-Centre. Normally a pinnacle of Fenton genius that stands proudly above their home, now it lays on its side. Danny managed to catch it, barely, before it could crash into the roof, but overnight the saucer-like body crushed itself under its own weight. Now, the side touching the roof is a crumpled mess, the supports that once held it up rusted beyond repair.

"Shadow," Danny says. It's all he needs to say. Tucker nods, understanding perfectly what happened here. "Other than that it went... okay. He asked me out."

"What?!" Tucker's head whips toward Danny, his eyes wide. "I hope nobody tells Kitty. But he does give off bi energy, doesn't he?"

Danny rolls his eyes. "Not like that. He invited me and Sam on a double date with him and Kitty."

"Oh, so they're swingers."

"Tucker!"

Tucker snickers. "Okay, okay. I'm serious now. Promise." The cat-like grin he gives isn't the most reassuring, but Danny will take what he can get. "You're really gonna ask her out today?"

"Got carnival tickets and everything."

"Well, shit, man. Don't blow it."

Danny grabs Tucker's beanie and yanks it down over his face. Tucker's teasing laughter chases Danny all the way to school.

—

At lunch, Danny pulls Sam aside. He meets her at her locker, which is two halls away from his and Tucker's, waiting along the opposite wall for her to finish switching out her books for her lunch bag. The hall is still fairly crowded since it's only been a minute since the lunch bell went. Down the way, Danny can see Paulina and Elliot, standing with their heads tucked together by Paulina's locker, working on the local rumour mill no doubt. When Sam looks done digging through her bag, and Danny pushes off the wall toward her, Elliot happens to glance in their direction. His sharp eyes go from Danny to Sam, then back. A wicked smile takes over his face.

Danny ducks his head, letting his hair flop forward and hide his slowly reddening cheeks. In two quick strides, he crosses the hall and thumps against the closed lockers beside Sam's.

"Done lurking?" Sam asks without looking up.

"I wasn't lurking."

"Sure you weren't." Sam knocks her elbow against her locker door. Danny's eyes catch the small, black-framed mirror taped to the inside, which reflects the exact spot Danny was standing when it hits the right angle.

At this rate, Danny's face will be red as his shoes. "Oh."

"Yeah, oh. What's up?" She finally looks up from her bag as she yanks the zipper closed. When she turns toward him, she hits her locker door with her elbow once again, this time to knock it closed; but, as the door swings, Danny glimpses Paulina and Elliot again. This time, they are both watching, and the way they cover their mouths as they talk is far from reassuring.

Danny's hand jerks out. He stops Sam's locker, shoving it back open, and holds it in place to block the gossiping duo's view.

"I wanted to ask you something," Danny says.

Sam shoots a raised eyebrow at her locker door, then turns it on him "Are you okay? You've been acting kind of weird all day."

"No, yeah, I'm fine. I was just­– you know. This weekend, yeah?"

Sam looks entirely unimpressed with his fumbled words. "I can't say that I do."

"I have tickets to the boardwalk," Danny clarifies. "For this weekend. We don't have anything planned and I know you're free. So, want to go?"

As he waits for Sam's answer, he is struck by the realization that she could say no. They have been friends for years, and he has had an inkling, the past little while, that she might like him back. But he doesn't know it. No matter what Danny feels for her—and thinking about his own feelings makes his face hot and his heart stutter—she still might not feel the same. She could say no. And it's not that Danny hasn't thought about this before; there's a reason he is only asking her out senior year even though he has had a crush on her since they were freshman. But worrying about it in the back of his mind is very different from standing in front of her knowing it could actually happen.

This was such a bad idea. He is asking her out in the hallway. Within sight of Paulina and Elliot. He should have waited until after school, at least. Oh, god. Should he have gotten her something? Are you supposed to bring something when you ask someone out? Oh, this is so bad. She is going to say no, and then Danny will have to tell the story to Tucker, and Tucker will laugh because of course she said no, this is terrible.

"Sure, sounds fun," Sam says.

Danny blinks. He shakes his head, goes over her words in his head to make sure he heard it right, then blinks again. "Yes?"

"Absolutely. It's been so long since we've gone to the boardwalk. Maybe Tucker can win that stuffed shark he couldn't get last time." Sam nudges Danny's hand off her locker door and closes it, then snaps her padlock back into place.

Danny watches her blankly, slowly processing what she just said. "Tucker," he says.

"Yeah. At the ring toss booth, remember? I think he wasted fifty bucks on that thing. I told him it was a scam, but whatever." Sam starts down the hall toward the cafeteria, but Danny stays rooted in place.

He remembers the ring toss, of course. After Tucker finished emptying his wallet on the booth, Danny took a turn and got the top prize in one go. He might have had a little telekinesis to help him along, but no one else needed to know that; the giant stuffed alien was worth it. But that had nothing to do with this, right?

Before his thoughts can spiral too far, Danny shakes his head. "I meant without Tucker."

Sam pauses mid-step. Slowly, she sets her foot down and turns back around to face Danny. Her grip on her backpack tightens, and he can see the muscle along her jaw working as she clenches her teeth. Those are... probably not good signs. "Like, just you and me?"

In the background, Danny hears Paulina and Elliot snicker. He groans, dragging a hand down his face, and glares over Sam's shoulder at them. "Can you not?"

"Not our fault you're doing this in the middle of the hall," Paulina says.

"Seriously. I had way better class," Elliot adds.

Paulina looks at Elliot and beams. "You so did. But I've been rooting for this since the beginning, and I am so invested right now."

"Oh my God, this is so embarrassing." Danny has to fight off the urge to go intangible. He almost wishes his ghost sense would go off so that he could have an excuse to leave. This is not how he imagined this going, and Paulina and Elliot are making it so much worse than it has to be.

"Come on, Danny." Sam's voice snaps him out of his pity party. At some point, while he was wallowing, she walked back toward him and now has her hand on his wrist. She tugs him forward. He gives in, letting her drag him along the hall past the tittering pair until they disappear around the corner. Once they are out of sight, Sam's hand slips down into Danny's. It's warm. She squeezes his hand, just once, then tugs him into the nearest empty classroom and closes the door.

Neither of them says anything for a long moment.

Danny's hands flex at his sides as he tries not to fidget. Sam won't pull her gaze up from the floor.

"So, uh. Just you and me?" she repeats.

Danny nods vigorously, then stops and shakes it instead. "Yeah, but no. Johnny and Kitty will be there."

Sam's head snaps up.

The first thing Danny notices is the red tinge to her face, a rosy band stretching across her cheeks and nose. Her lips pinch together, not in a show of disapproval, but an expression of hers that he has become familiar with over the years. Sam doesn't usually do hopeful most of the time. Nerves aren't her thing either. But when she wants something bad enough, and she dares to look on the brighter side, she gets this look on her face. It's like she wants to smile but she holds herself back, sucking on her lips as she tries to keep composed.

That expression wavers now, her mouth relaxing as a frown tugs at her lips instead. "Now I'm confused. Are you trying to ask me out or not?"

"Yes!" Danny bursts out. "To the boardwalk with me. But it's, like, a double date with Johnny and Kitty, because he got the tickets. Actually bought them, although I'm pretty sure he stole the money." He considers telling Sam about the deal but holds back. "I really thought this was gonna go better but now I kind of want to punch Elliot in the face or something."

"Please don't punch my ex-boyfriend in the face."

"Right, not a good look. Got it."

Silence falls again. Neither of them can meet each other's eyes, although Danny keeps stealing glances at Sam. One hand hovers in front of her mouth, but when she turns her head away from him, he sees the full-blown grin on her face. Her eyes sparkle in a way he hasn't seen before. It sounds cheesy and dumb, but it's the truth. He looks at her and all he can see is how genuinely happy she is. Soon enough, Danny wears a grin to match hers.

"So," Sam says, and that one syllable sounds so much lighter than her usual tone. "It's a date."

—

In retrospect, asking Sam to go out with him on Saturday on a Wednesday wasn't the best idea. Danny floats around school for the rest of the day with a dopey grin on his face. He actually lifts off his feet a few times and Tucker has to clamp a hand down on his shoulder to keep him down. Over the next two days, he asks Tucker no less than five times if that really happened, if Sam actually said yes. Tucker, naturally, teases Danny relentlessly over it.

By Friday, Paulina and Elliot have made good work of spreading Danny's disaster attempt to ask Sam out all around the school. More than once, he sees money changing hands in the hallway, trying to be discreet and Danny and Sam pass by, so close together that their knuckles keep brushing as they walk.

He hasn't held her hand since she dragged him to the classroom on Wednesday, even though he wants to.

When Saturday rolls around, Danny phones Tucker an hour before he and Sam are supposed to meet.

"Do I dress normally?" he asks.

On the other end of the line, Tucker sighs. "Why are you asking me?"

"It's the boardwalk. People don't get dressed up for the boardwalk. And Sam has already seen everything in my closet. Should I try to look really nice, or should I just be myself?"

"We are talking about Sam, right? Relax, man. You know what she'd like."

In the end, Danny decides to go mostly normal. He throws a button-up over his usual outfit, rolls the sleeves up, and calls it a day. If he knows Sam, she would appreciate him not making things weird by getting too fancy and not like his usual self. He maintains that attitude up until he gets to the boardwalk and sees her waiting by the ticket booths.

"I should have dressed up," he whispers.

At a glance, Sam's outfit doesn't seem too different from her usual attire. Black on black with a few purple accents thrown into the mix. He has seen her in dresses before, but rarely outside school dances, and he has never seen this one with Flowing lace sleeves that slope down her shoulders and a flared skirt. She even has a new wide brim hat to go with it, even though it's already sunset.

Before Danny even considers turning back around and putting something nicer on, Sam's gaze roves over the parking lot and settles on him. She gives his outfit a good look. A second passes. She bursts on laughing.

"Oh, come on," Danny whines as he approaches.

"I'm sorry," she says, but she is still hunched over clutching her stomach. "But your face. You should have seen your face."

It takes a good minute for her to get her giggles under control. Even still, a few quiet snickers breakthrough when she finally composes herself, smoothing out her dress and righting her hat.

"Tucker texted me," she says. "He told me all about your little fashion dilemma."

"I'm gonna kill him." Tucker just had to get in one last jab before the date began, Danny supposes. He hopes it was worth it because Tucker is going to pay dearly. Although...

He subtlety takes in Sam's outfit again, the way the dress hugs her waist, and those boots. He didn't notice them at first but now he can't stop staring at them. Slick, black, buckled up to the knees, with the purple lace edging of a pair of stocking peeking out the top. The only exposed skin on her legs is a few scant inches of her thighs between the end of the stockings and the bottom of her dress. And it's a damn good few inches.

Danny silently amends his earlier statement. He won't kill Tucker; he will collapse into his best friend’s arms crying tears of gratitude for helping him spend a whole evening with Sam dressed like that.

Realizing that he is staring, Danny quickly drags his eyes back up to Sam's face. The last thing he wants on their first date is for her to punch him because he is being a creep. Except Sam doesn't look angry to have caught him staring. In fact, she is blushing again, nervously plucking at her sleeves with her nails.

"For a second I thought you had bought a whole new outfit just for today." Danny chuckles, his own nerves showing through. Despite how long they have known each other, he feels wholly unprepared for tonight.

"Not exactly," Sam says. She drops her sleeves and smooths out her skirt again, this time pinching some of the fabric in her hand and swishing it back and forth. "I've had this outfit for a while, but I haven't worn it yet."

"Oh, man. I'm really underdressed, aren't I?" Danny tugs at the collar of his NASA shirt with a grimace. The button-up, at least, is black, because he knew she would like that. But otherwise, he is plain old Danny.

"Not that you don't look good all dressed up, but I like it when you're yourself," Sam says.

The rumble of a motorcycle approaches from the distance.

"Besides, I think you'll look pretty fancy next to Johnny."

At least Danny has that going for him. They both turn toward and watch Johnny's motorcycle peal into the parking lot. It goes intangible, along with its riders, and phases through the parked cars, only coming back into the physical world when it screeches to a stop in front of Danny and Sam.

Johnny runs a hand over his slicked-back hair—is that gel? "You're really setting the tone for your first date, huh."

To Danny's horror, Johnny is dressed up. He switched his dusty gray jacket for a shiny leather one, and instead of his usual shirt, he wears his own button-up. But unlike Danny's, Johnny's shirt is white and crisp, and actually buttoned up.

Kitty, meanwhile, looks the same as always. "Come on, don't tease the kid. He ain't half bad looking. He snagged me for a couple weeks, didn't he?"

Danny opens his mouth, about to remind her that she had been using him to make Johnny jealous the entire time; one look at Johnny's scowl and Sam's glare has him shutting up before he can utter a single syllable.

"Uh, should we go in? You do have the tickets, right Johnny?" he says instead.

Johnny scoffs and reaches into his jacket, pulling out the tickets. "Cool it, little man. I got us covered."

"Johnny! You actually bought tickets?" Kitty gasps.

"Only the best for you, babe. Let's go." Johnny holds out his elbow for Kitty to take, which she goes with glee, her steps bouncing as they take off for the ticket booth. Over his shoulder, Johnny shoots Danny a wink.

"Oh, uh. Shall we?" Danny cringes as the words fall from his mouth, but offers his arm to Sam nonetheless. She looks between Danny and Johnny, a questioning look in her eye. Just when Danny thinks she is going to leave him hanging, she shrugs and loops her arm through his.

They follow Johnny and Kitty. Already at the booth, the ghostly couple is passing the tickets over when Danny and Sam get close.

"The pipsqueaks are with us," Johnny says.

The girl at the counter, who looks only a year or two older than Danny, stares at Johnny with wide eyes. His aura, a dull grey that's usually hard to see, is much brighter at night. With the poorly lit parking lot at their back, it's impossible to ignore. Kitty's soft green aura is far more noticeable, but she stands just behind Johnny, her arm still curled around his, staring ahead at the twinkling lights of the boardwalk.

The sun hasn't completely set yet, but the top of the Ferris wheel touches the darkest part of the sky, and its colourful lights flash in a mesmerizing pattern, beckoning people in.

Johnny seems to have forgotten the whole reason he arranged this date in the first place because he takes full advantage of Kitty's distraction to lean in close to Ticket Girl, looking her up and down.

Behind them, a line is forming.

Ticket Girl's lip curls in disgust, but Danny can see fear shining in her eyes. "Sorry, sir, but I don't know if I can let a ghost in."

The fawning curl to Johnny's smile drops away abruptly, twisting into something more similar. "That's a bit rude, don't you think?" Shadow rises from Johnny's feet, growing taller until he looms over the booth, a menacing grin stretching his blank face wide.

"Johnny!" Danny slides up to the booth, nudging Johnny over with the arm not held by Sam, and beams at Ticket Girl manning the booth. "Hey. You might recognize me­—Danny Fenton, son of Maddie and Jack Fenton."

"The ghost hunters." Ticket Girl nods.

"Right. We're actually doing an experiment right now. See, some ghosts actually have really human behaviours. Like Phantom, I bet you love him. But any good scientist has to test their hypothesis multiple times. So me and my– uh, my girlfriend?" He glances at Sam, whose red face matches his, but nods in agreement. "Are here to observe these too ghosts"—he tips his head to Johnny and Kitty—"doing normal human things. Such as getting into the boardwalk with paid tickets, just like everyone else wants to do."

"But he...." Ticket Girl glances nervously at Shadow.

"The big guy will be so chill. Super chill. You won't even know he is here, because you'll be at the booth, far away from the ghosts that just want to get inside and definitely not hurt anyone here."

The kid snatches up the tickets before Danny finishes his sentence, ripping off the stubs, and shoves a handful of wristbands across the counter, along with a whole roll of game tickets. "Just don't come back, okay?"

"Thank you!" Danny grabs the items and hustles everyone along.

"Nice work, Danny." Kitty gives him a thumb up under her and Johnny's intertwined arms. "Way to use your head."

"I could have thought of something," Johnny grumbles.

"Sure you could have, babe. Now let's check out the roller coaster first!" She drags him off, both of them without their wristbands, but Danny doesn't think it will be a problem. Everyone steers clear of them as they plow through the crowd. Every second the sun gets closer to setting, every shade darker the sky turns, the more obvious it becomes that Johnny and Kitty aren't human as their auras grow brighter.

"What should we do first?" Sam plucks four of the wristbands from Danny's fist—the kid gave him seven—and puts them on, grinning at her little collection. She takes the remaining three and puts them on Danny.

"Roller coaster sounds fun. Go with the thrills first?" He watches her slip the bands around his wrist, looping them together so that all three are intertwined.

Sam pauses on the last bracelet. "But you like saving the big rides for last."

He peeks over Sam's shoulder. Johnny and Kitty are halfway across the boardwalk already, well on their way to the coaster. Johnny twists mid-step, catches Danny's eye, and beckons him forward.

Right. Stick together. See how it's done.

"Yeah, but it might be fun to shake things up." He takes over putting the last bracelet on, hurrying to slap the sticky pieces together. In his rush, he catches some of his hair, drawing out a wince, but Johnny and Kitty are nearly there, and they've fallen way too far behind. "Come on!"

Danny takes Sam's arm and pulls her along. Focused on the path left by Johnny and Kitty's charge, he misses the frown on Sam's face as she looks down at him.

—

It goes better than Danny expected. Kitty leads the way, picking attraction after attraction with such gusto that he thinks she has never been to a theme park of any kind, which may very well be. Danny doesn't know much about Johnny and Kitty's life before ghost-hood, except that they died young and poor.

More than once, Danny catches Johnny watching other girls. Kitty doesn't seem to have noticed, so far, but Danny is not taking any chances. He remembers Johnny's threat and Shadow's piercing eyes watching them every step of the way serves as a constant reminder. Whenever he catches Johnny in a moment of distraction, he nudges the ghost and draws him back to the present. It earns him a few glares, but it works.

Despite Johnny's mounting annoyance, he still fulfills his side of the deal, giving Danny quick advice, either through vague gestures or whispered words while the girls are distracted.

"Let her choose what to do." Johnny feigns examining the bright bulbs overhead as they wait in line for the bumper cars. The golden lights dangle from the tent, flashing intermittently. Neither Sam nor Kitty are paying attention to the boys. Sam leans against the railing, cheering on the current bumper car drivers. A quick glance into the rink shows Valerie Grey ramming her cart against Dash Baxter.

If Johnny weren't dispensing important advice, Danny would be right next to Sam cheering along.

"It makes her feel like you care about what she likes when you do," Johnny continues.

"I do care," Danny says.

"Perfect, then you won't have a problem."

The bumper cars don't provide ample opportunity to use Johnny's advice, but when Kitty drags them to the Tilt-a-Whirl next, he gets the perfect chance. At the front of the line, he and Sam get first pick of the available seats. The Amity Park boardwalk, unlike other theme parks, has an eclectic collection of Tilt-a-Whirl cars ranging from a cupcake, to a plain seat, to a bat to a spaceship. Danny already knows which one Sam would like.

"You want to take the spaceship?" Sam asks, tugging Danny in that direction.

He resists her pull. "Don't you like the bat?"

"Yeah, of course. But you like the spaceship."

It's the strangest tug of war Danny has ever found himself in. He nearly gives in, but Johnny kicks the back of Danny's leg—lightly—and coughs "lady's choice" under his breath.

"It's just a car. We can take the one you like," Danny says.

Sam frowns, her grip slackening. It's all that Danny needs, and he eagerly pulls her toward the bat, sliding in before she can protest further. When he turns to face her, instead of a smile, she meets him with a frown.

"Is something wrong?" Danny asks, startled. Panic rises within him. Oh, no. She is not having a good time. It's a disaster after all.

"No, it's fine," she says after a moment of silence, which does nothing to assuage Danny's worries. Everyone knows "fine" doesn't actually mean "fine." It's one of the most used words in Danny's vocabulary, typically after a nasty ghost fight that leaves him limping and bruised.

Desperate, Danny leans out of the car, searching the ride for Johnny. He finds him across the way, sliding into the cupcake next to Kitty. Johnny meets Danny's gaze and motions for him to watch. In one smooth move, Johnny stretches his arm out with a feigned yawn, then settles it down around Kitty's shoulders and tugs her close. When Danny leans back into the car, Sam is watching him.

"You're acting weird," she says.

"I'm just a little tired." Danny stretches his arm up, just like Johnny did. Sam's gaze follows it all the way until he drapes it over her shoulder. It isn't until he has settled that he realizes he forgot the yawn.

The rest of Johnny's advice follows that same vein: do what Sam wants and use every chance possible to invite her closer. Danny follows it to the letter, mimicking everything Johnny does. Take the lead when walking, but let her choose where to go. Keep her close, but let her wander when she wants to. The hardest part, though, is finding excuses to stick with Johnny and Kitty.

"We don't have to spend the whole night with them," Sam says.

They are loading onto the Ferris wheel, Johnny and Kitty taking one side of the four-person carriage while Sam and Danny get the other. Danny had hoped to save this for the end of the night, for just him and Sam, but Kitty wanted to go now. When Danny tried to suggest otherwise, or even suggest he and Sam take a different carriage, Shadow's low growl cut off his protests.

"I want to make sure they don't get into trouble. You know they like to cause drama," he whispers needlessly. Neither Kitty nor Johnny is listening.

"I don't think we have to worry about that. We've been here for three hours already and they haven't done anything. I think they just want to have a good time. Mostly." Sam tilts her head, shooting Johnny a pointed look.

To Danny's dismay, Johnny is once again feasting on the local sights. As Kitty braces herself against the rail of the carriage, staring out over the beachfront, Johnny leers at the woman who helped them onto the ride. His posture mimics Kitty's as the Ferris wheel turns for the next passengers to load on, and he leans over to get one last look at the woman.

"It's a double date. Aren't you supposed to stick together on a double date?" Danny draws Sam's attention back to him with the question and uses that moment to kick Johnny's ankle.

"Ow!" Johnny cries. He whips around, fixing a glare on Danny. "The hell was that for?"

"Do I have to say it?" They both know he won't, though. With the threat of Shadow hanging over the evening, Danny won't risk letting Kitty on to what's happening behind her back.

Sam, however, has no such qualms. "I can't believe you. You're literally on a date and you're not even paying attention to your girlfriend?"

That grabs Kitty's attention. She turns, eyes wide, and looks at Johnny. "What?"

"I bet she spent a long time getting ready for today, trying to look good for you, but here you are, faking interest when she watches, then looking to someone else whenever you think she isn't." As Sam berates Johnny, her voice slowly growing louder, Danny gets the sinking feeling that she isn't just talking about the ghost. "I wonder how long she has been looking forward to this. Probably a really long time, but you're so distracted that you can't even see she isn't enjoying herself."

Danny's stomach plummets. He really screwed up, didn't he?

"You. What?" Kitty's ice-cold voice reminds Danny that there are real stakes on this date.

"I was checking out her jacket, not her! It looks like the kind of thing you like to wear," Johnny rushes to explain.

Kitty's eyes narrow. In a blink, she lurches across the carriage and takes Johnny's place at the rail, peering back at the receding woman. Damningly, she isn't wearing a jacket.

"You! You! I can't believe you!" Kitty shrieks. "I thought you wanted to take me on a nice date. I didn't even care that you the ghost kid and his girl were coming, because he's nice, and you were finally taking me to a theme park like I always wanted!"

Viridescent tears streak down Kitty's cheeks. Danny has seen her livid and raging plenty of times over the past few years, but now she looks downright distraught. Her face crumples, scowl giving way as a sob wrenches from her throat. Johnny looks as stricken as Danny feels.

"I'm sorry, baby, I didn't mean it. You know you're the only girl for me," he says, dropping to his knees.

"I thought this– this meant something." Kitty struggles to speak through her tears, fighting against the tightening of her throat and gasping sobs. "How could you?"

She takes off, then, launching herself out of the carriage with enough force that she sends it rocking. Johnny reaches after her, but it's no use. She streaks across the sky, a blur of red and green, and disappears into the sparkling lights of the game booths, out of sight in seconds.

An oppressive silence descends for one long moment.

Johnny, shoulders trembling, turns to Danny. His shadow bubbles and bulges as two furious eyes blink open. "Kid, I am going to kill you!"

Sam jumps forward, sending the carriage rocking again, and brings her leg up. Danny glimpses the neon sole of her boot before she slams her heel down on Shadow's growing face. Shadow screeches in pain and withers into the floor, disappearing into a grey blob with a pathetic sizzle.

"Shut the hell up, Johnny, and go after your girlfriend!" Sam shouts, thrusting an arm out toward the game booths.

Johnny gnashes his teeth but doesn't fight. "This isn't over, kid." He falls through the floor of the carriage, intangible, and takes off after Kitty.

With a huff, Sam drops onto the bench opposite Danny, crossing her legs and arms, and glares at a point over Danny's shoulder.

Danny fidgets, pinching the fabric of his jeans and rolling it between his fingers. He looks up at Sam, down, then out after Johnny and Kitty. "Should we–"

"They can wait until the ride is done," Sam snaps.

Danny nods, afraid to say anything else and screw this up even further. He should have noticed Sam wasn't enjoying herself. It started off great, and now... he is not sure if there will be a second date. He wouldn't blame her. With that realization comes the dawning horror of what that might mean for their friendship. It would end because of this, right? They have fought a few times over the years, and it never lasts long, but this is different. They tried dating; that changes things. If it doesn't work and they go back to just being friends, it won't be the same. They will both know that they like each other, and they will know that it didn't work.

What would happen then? Danny can't imagine not having Sam in his life, but if she is really mad at him... she has dropped people for less. Everyone in Casper High remembers the middle school debacle that led to Sam cutting off all ties with Paulina. They might be better now, but it took six years for them to become friends again. Danny couldn't wait that long.

"Danny!" Sam jostles him, her hand on his shoulder, and yanks him back to the present. She stares into his eyes, assessing him. Once she is satisfied that he is back in the moment, she returns to her seat, this time with her gaze fixed on him.

Looking outside the carriage, Danny realizes they are over the crest. He was so caught up in his thoughts that he missed half the ride, including the best moment. The realization hits him worse than one of Skulker's ecto-seeking missiles. He nearly spirals again, but Sam reaches out and clamps onto his knee, keeping him grounded.

"Danny, I think we need to talk."

This is his nightmare. Literally, he has had nightmares about Sam rejecting him. They usually end with the haunting echo of Elliot's pompous laughter as Sam chooses him, old jealousies thriving in his dreams. Sometimes Valerie is there, too, her face overlayed with Sam's as they turn him down in unison. But the worst ones are when it is just Sam, looking him straight in the eye, and saying no. Right now, this is all too close to those nightmares.

He swallows, unable to find the right words, and nods instead.

"Why did you ask me out if you weren't even going to pay attention to me?" she asks.

Danny's mouth stays clamped shut as his earlier fears are realized. Her rant was for more than just Johnny.

"You asked me if this outfit was new." Sam skims her fingers along the lace of her stockings, tracing the spiderweb patterns hidden within. "I didn't lie when I answered. I bought this a few months ago for homecoming. It was our last one, and I thought... I thought you were going to ask me to it."

"But that's not..."

"Yeah, I didn't wear it."

The dress she did wear was fancier, with layered skirts and glittering black beads.

"I bought this one because I knew you wouldn't care if I dressed fancy or not. And I know you don't like to unless you have to." She nods to Danny's casual outfit. "So when you asked me out, I already knew what I wanted to wear, because I know you. But this whole time, you haven't acted like the Danny I know and care about. You've been clingy, and overly accommodating, but at the same time ignoring everything I wanted. And when you weren't doing that, you were watching Johnny?"

Sam ducks her head and looks away. With the brim of her hat hiding her face, he can't see her, but the quiet sniffle she makes is unmistakable.

A rotten taste seeps through Danny's mouth. This was supposed to be a nice first date, but all he did was make Sam cry.

"I know I say I don't care about this stuff. I say it all the time, but..." She reaches up, carefully dabs at her eyes so she doesn't ruin her makeup. "I wanted you to look at me."

Danny finally finds his voice. "Sam, God, no. You're beautiful. When I saw you? Holy crap, I couldn't breathe. You're always beautiful. Not that that's the only reason I like you! You're my best friend. I love your passion, and your smarts, and how you won't put up with guys like Johnny getting away with any of their shit. Or me getting away with mine. I love so much about you, and I love­–"

He cuts himself off before the last word, the unsaid "you" hanging between them. He knows what he meant. She probably does, too. Now isn't the right time to say it, though, so he lets his voice fade to quiet.

The Ferries wheel jerks to a stop, their carriage rocking back and forth, and the ride technician opens the door for them.

"Hey, weren't there for of you before?" she asks.

"They got off early," Danny says. He ignores the startled look on the technician’s face as he rises to his feet. On instinct, he reaches toward Sam but holds back at the last moment. Clingy. The word echoes in his head. He wavers, unsure what to do.

Sam takes the choice away from him, jerking to her feet before he can decide. She touches his hand, but doesn't take it and brushes past him, exiting the carriage onto the boardwalk.

"Harsh," the technician whispers.

"I deserve it," Danny mutters back before running after Sam. She walks at a brisk pace, weaving through the crowd toward the line of booths. Danny catches up as she reaches the first tent. "Where are we going?"

"We need to make sure Johnny and Kitty haven't trashed anything, don't we?" Sam says.

"Right, yeah." Danny wishes his ghost sense would go off. At the very least, it could tell them if Johnny and Kitty were close by, but that only worked if they left his range in the first place. In his freshman year, they might have, but today his range stretched over most of the boardwalk, if not the whole thing.

As it turns out, tracking them is easy even without Danny's sense. When he and Sam reach the tightest cluster of game booths, they find a trail of destruction. Fallen stands, scattered prizes, and shattered lights guide them through the maze of booths and back out into the main thoroughfare.

"This looks tame for Shadow," Sam comments.

"Twenty bucks says Johnny did it," Danny says as they pick their way through shattered boards.

"Not Kitty?"

"Right now, the only person she's mad at is Johnny. But when Johnny gets mad, he isn't the only source of bad luck in their trio," Danny explains. It doesn't come out often, since Shadow does most of the fighting, but he has seen it often enough to recognize the effects.

When they leave the booths behind, they find themselves near the boardwalk entrance. In the middle of the wide path, Johnny and Kitty are locked in a screaming match. Or Kitty screams while Johnny wilts with every new word.

"It was always supposed to be our place, Johnny! And you ruined it!" She beat her fist against his chest, wailing all the while.

Johnny's silence under the onslaught speaks volumes. He doesn't even look mad anymore, just heartbroken.

"All I ever wanted, and you couldn't even—!" She stops, shuddering, and takes a deep breath. Her next words come out quiet. "If you hadn't tried to look at that stupid girl! If you had just watched the road like you were supposed to!" A gut-wrenching sob cuts her off. "Leave me alone, Johnny."

She turns on her heels and runs toward the nearest building. For a moment, it doesn't look like Johnny is going to follow. His legs tremble, seconds from collapsing beneath him. He manages to lift his gaze, though, and finally notices the sign hanging over the building that Kitty missed: Hall of Mirrors.

"Shit! Kitty, wait!" he calls, but she ignores him. With another swear, he leaps up and flies after her.

"Oh, no," Danny says. He sprints across the boards, Sam following without question. They're halfway to the house of mirrors when they hear a piercing scream followed by a crash. The building crackles. Something inside pulses, imperceptible to regular humans, but it makes Danny stagger.

"Danny, what's going on?"

Before he can answer, a wave of power surges from the house and everything goes back.

—

Danny wakes to a sharp ringing in his ears. Hazy light edges his vision. His hearing returns slowly. First, the muffled sound of his name, then the fizzle and pop of broken lights, and finally the soft rumbling of a gathered crowd.

All at once, Danny becomes aware. Sam hovers at his side, her hair tousled, a thin cut on her temple, and her hat in her hands. He sits up, squeezing his eyes shut when the world spins around him. Sam provides a steady hand, rubbing small circles on his back until he can open his eyes again. Around them, the stalls are dark. Thirty feet out in every direction from the house of mirrors, every light is broken. Glass litters the boardwalk. The normally glowing entrance to the park is dark, the metal twisted. Beyond that, the ticket booth lies on its side.

Directly ahead of them, a large crack splits the house of mirrors.

"What... what was that?" Sam asks. "It was like Shadow's power but way bigger. I've never... did Johnny do that? I didn't know he could."

Danny groans, rubbing his head. The piercing ring lingers in the back of his head, and it probably won't fade for a while, but it is not so bad that he can't ignore it. "Normally, yeah, but..." He grimaces. "We should get in there."

Sam nods and helps Danny to his feet, pulling him up by the arm. He staggers toward the broken attraction with Sam at his shoulder, casting wary glances all around them.

The gathered crowd isn’t big, yet. It looks like Danny was the only one knocked off his feet, the only one really affected by the ghostly surge—three guesses as to why that is, and the first two don't count. Judging by the sparks still raining down down from the shattered lights, it has only been a minute since the surge. Security isn't here yet. That gives them some time.

The employee manning the attractions sits on the boards, staring wide-eyed at the broken building. He doesn't even blink as Danny and Sam slip through the curtain.

Inside, it's dark. The lights are all down. Glass crunches under their shoes, every mirror in sight shattered, leaving blank boards behind. Johnny and Kitty aren't far from the entrance, no more than a few feet. Sam sees them first, catches the glow of their auras in the corner of her eye, and points toward a dead-end alcove after the first bend in the maze.

Kitty is tucked against Johnny's chest, her jacket pulled up around her head. Johnny has his arms around her waist, and his soft voice provides the only noise beyond the glass under Danny and Sam's feet.

When Johnny hears them, lifts his head, just enough to glare at them through the darkness. No threats spill from his lips, though, and he goes back to comforting Kitty soon enough.

Danny can't help it. He looks down at the mirror shards below them, and immediately wishes he didn't. Bloody road rash stretches up Kitty's right side, torn to the bone. Her face, protected by the darkness around them, and the shadows of her jacket, remains hidden from Danny's prying eyes. He prefers it that way.

A gentle nudge at his side reminds him that Sam is with them.

"What's going on?" she mouths.

Danny crouches, carefully not to make too much noise, and picks up a shard of glass. Johnny still hears him, though, and Shadow rises threateningly at the sight of the glass. Danny holds up a placating hand, then motions to Sam, the glass, then himself.

No matter what low opinion Johnny has of Danny right now, he wouldn't stoop so far as to expose other ghosts like that. To Danny's surprise, however, Johnny thrusts an arm out and motions for the glass. Danny raises his eyebrows. Johnny sticks his hand out further. Without complaint, Danny passes it over.

Johnny holds the glass up, angling it so that they can see his face. He and Kitty have matching road rash.

Sam gasps.

"Come on," Danny says to Johnny and Kitty. "Security will come soon. And if they see a couple of ghosts, you know they'll call my parents."

Kitty sniffs. Danny can't see her well behind the jacket, but the way her hair bobs, he assumes she nodded. All four of them go intangible, Danny lending his power to Sam. They slip through the mirrors toward the side of the building and step out into the open air. As Johnny continues to comfort Kitty, Danny creeps toward the corner of the building and peers out into the open. They left just in time. A security guard pushes through the gathered crowd and heads for the front entrance.

Danny retreats before anyone can see him, leaning against the side of the building. He shudders.

"I didn't know that could happen," Sam whispers as she comes up beside Danny.

"Not your fault. Ghosts don't make a point of going near mirrors," he says.

"You do, all the time. I saw you in a mirror this week."

"In your locker, yeah. But I'm not a ghost all the time. It doesn't work when I'm in human form."

"So, when you picked up the glass..." Sam trails off. Danny doesn't answer, letting her fill in the blanks for herself.

Neither of them says anything for a long moment. They hear the shout of the security guard, calling an al clear. Danny feels sorry for the workers at the park who have to deal with the aftermath. It didn't affect the whole boardwalk—he can see the Ferris wheel operating just fine, and a glow in the air from the game booth lights.

"Hey, kid."

Danny lifts his head toward Johnny.

"We're heading out. Consider us even."

"Thanks for showing her." Danny tilts his head back and thumps it against the wall of the house of mirrors. "You know, so I didn't have to."

Johnny shrugs. "Yeah, whatever. You're too young to deal with that shit, is all. Take care of your girl, alright?" He doesn't wait for an answer. Kitty is already gone, and Johnny goes invisible before Danny can think of a reply, leaving him and Sam alone.

"You never actually answered," Sam says, breaking the silence between them. "About why you took the double date."

Thank God it's too dark for Sam to see Danny's face go scarlet. In retrospect, of course Johnny's idea wouldn't end well, Danny was just so desperate he was willing to risk it.

"I asked him for dating advice," he mutters.

Sam splutters, a startled laugh bursting out of her. "What?"

"I couldn't think of anyone else to ask, so we made a deal. He invites us on a double date and gives me some tips, and I don't tell Kitty I caught him at the girl's college."

"You are such a dork." Sam snickers. "Is that why you kept watching him? I thought for a second me and Kitty might need to band together to keep you two apart."

Danny groans. "Please don't say that. Tucker already got me with that."

"Good. I hope he did." Sam shuffles over, leaning against Danny, and rests her head on his shoulder. "Danny, I don't need to hang off you like some soul-bound lovebird. We've known each other for ten years. I don't need some idealized romance, I just need you."

Danny feels like an idiot for ever thinking otherwise. The date might have been a train wreck, but half the boardwalk is still functioning. Maybe the evening doesn't have to be a total waste. He pulls the roll of game tickets—a precious commodity at the boardwalk—from his pocket and holds them out.

"Want to win Tucker that shark?" he asks.

Sam laughs, her shoulder shaking against his. "Only if we can ride the spaceship car on the Tilt-a-Whirl."

"Deal."

#I tried to keep it fluffy but I had to throw in some conflict #phic phight #phic phight 2021 #team halfa #tumblroneshot #danny phantom fanfiction #phicc #dp fanfiction #phanfic #danny phantom #danny fenton #sam manson #Johnny 13 #kitty #amethyst ocean #danny/sam #johnny/kitty #danny fenton/sam manson #johnny 13/kitty #fluff #hurt/comfort #swearing

[distracteddegenerate]

Carnation

Yuta x Fem!reader

Warnings: period sex, lots of blood mentions, yandere undertones for Yuuta, TW.Dubcon if you squint I just want to be safe lol, unprotected sex, smut

Got super carried away with this one which is why it’s so long lol. I decided to combine the asks since I have got a lot for Yuta. Second anon if you’re uncomfortable with this fic which is understandable lol just shoot me another ask and I can do something else for you.

You lay curled in your bed, the sheets and pillows a mess around you, a fluffy hot water bottle cradled tightly to your front. The side of your body you laid on was beginning to ache from pressure, and you felt flush from heat, but you dared not move. You dreaded the intensifying of the stabbing pains your own body was wretchedly subjecting you to. Of course today would be the heaviest of your period, the day you had scheduled for a study session with Yuta. He was due to come over in about half an hour, and your pains were yet to ease up at all, despite the painkillers you had recently downed. You could cancel, yet, this was the first ever study session you had set up with your handsome friend, and you were loath to cancel it over something that would clear itself up eventually.

You closed your eyes, and pulled the hot water bottle you gripped like a lifeline closer to the source of your suffering.

~~~

*knock knock*

Fuuuuck. Was it that time already? You groggily sat up, releasing your water bottle and in replacement lightly pressing your hand against the throbbing pain that was starting to surge more strongly in the pit of your belly. You gently placed your feet on the ground off the side of your bed, and rose onto the balls of them just as delicately. You began your gloomy shuffle towards the entrance of your room, fixing your ruffled hair into place.

You pulled the door open on yourself slowly, croaking as Yuta’s tired but docile face materialised into view. 

“Good evening, (Name)-chan.” Yuta had his hands in his pockets and wore a kindly smile, the only thing betraying his pleasant demeanour being those familiar dark circles dusking the underside of his eyes. Dreary though they appeared, you could swear you saw a specular shimmer dance across his irises when he registered your form.

“Ah good evening to you too, Yuta! Come in and make yourself at home, I have some stuff set up on the coffee table.” You tried your best to look as perfectly in humour as you could, to not draw any attention to your current pain stricken condition. Must have been good enough, as Yuta had nodded in response and was now making his way over to nestle himself onto one of the pillows you had placed next to your make-shift study station. 

You yourself was headed to the kitchenette, about to ask what Yuta wanted to drink when a sharp stab erupted from your core. You threw your hand onto a countertop and visibly winced, when you noticed Yuta’s widened eyes had been following you. 

“(Name)! Are you okay?!” Yuta’s expression was alarmed, prepared to pounce up from his seating.

“Uh- I er uh- tripped over! Nothing to worry about!” You were blushing slightly, but righted yourself regardless and tried to stand as straight as you could. Yuta seemed slightly confused, and whilst he opened his mouth to speak you interrupted him with a casual “So what would you like to drink?” 

“Er.. I’m fine actually, I had something before I left home... actually I think you should come sit down, er, carefully.” He still looked a little concerned. You nodded your head and made your way over to his side. Settling yourself down, you could feel more pain pulsating within you, a low rumble threatening another great stab like you had experienced just. You drew your legs to your chest in an attempt to alleviate it slightly, and picked up your copy of “a comprehensive guide to the relation of curses and the law”; holding it open in front of you.

You could feel Yuta’s gaze still trained on you.

~~~

“So, although the police would have to intervene if someone was hurt or killed in the incident, sorcerers still have the right to- er - (Name)?”

Crap. You were too focused on the waves of torture oscillating in your guts to keep your attention on Yuta explaining the info that went over your head in class to you again. And he noticed. You looked up at him softly, and offered a subdued “sorry.” You didn’t really have energy to maintain your act of being fine anymore. His eyes looked concerned. You turned your head to the floor and fiddled with your hands.

“Hey, (Name).” You heard him shift and alter the positioning of his legs. “Is it that time of the month?”

What?! Who asks that like this?! 

You threw your head back up to look at him, your face red and mouth agape. He threw his hands up defensively.

“Sorry, sorry!” He hurriedly turned his gaze into the distance and rubbed the back of his neck. “I just.. I have a little sister, so I’m used to this sort of thing, or at least I know a bit more about it than other guys.” He looked back to you. “It seems like the pains at least are distracting you from your studies, if you need painkillers or something.. I can go get them for you.”

“I er...I already tried that… doesn’t work out that well for me.” Was your meek, barely audible reply. You played with the tassel of the pillow you were sat on. Yuta looked pained on your behalf.

“Y’know… I read online somewhere that there’s always something you can try out failing all else.” He caught your gaze, and held it intently. 

It must be too good to be true, how would Yuta know some hidden method that you (as someone who experienced periods) didn’t know about for dealing with the pains?! Your eager look betrayed itself when a switch flicked in your head and your expression turned into one of astonishment. There’s no way he’s gonna suggest…

“Org*sms.”

You’d known Yuta for awhile now, but you had no idea just how… artless he was. Where was his tact?! Your cheeks burned from embarrassment. You felt like your face was about to explode.

Looking at him though, he was practically unfazed! As if you were going about some matter-of-a-fact order of business. What was this situation!

“I-is.. that a joke Yuta?” Your hands were curling into tight balls. 

“Of course not, (Name). You look like you’re in so much pain. I just want to help alleviate it.”

What the hell did he mean by that? Like you will just hop up right now and go jerk yourself in the bathroom as casually as using the toilet.. Or.. could he have meant..

You felt Yuta’s hand settle on your thigh, as he leant down further towards you. “I can help you out (Name)-chan.”

You couldn’t deny, you’d always found Yuta handsome, but for things to move along this quickly… and of all times! Surely his level of straight-forwardness defied all social conventions, and yet, it was working. The feel of his hand resting on you, his hungry stare, the way he loomed over you, chest rising and falling intently. You could feel a different kind of ache emanating from your lower parts. 

His hand drifted further up your body, coming to stop just below your belly button. “I want to help you… (Name)-chan.” You looked into his dark eyes. They were intense, hungry. You could swear he was salivating. 

“B-but Yuta.. I-I’m.. You know! Isn’t that.. Gross? For you?” He shot you a sheepish grin, hiding his eyes in an evasive fashion. His hand travelled downwards once more, snaking up the inside of your loose-fitting shorts and looping his fingers over the sides of your panties. He toyed with them, rolling the cloth over your skin and lightly pulling at them. “I don’t think any part of you is gross, (Name)-chan.” His eyes flicked open again, drawing you back into his intensity. “I think every part of you is beautiful, even.” You could sense his earnestness, and it made your cheeks burn. You went to throw your hands up to them, but he quickly caught them in his. “So, what’s your answer?” He planted a kiss in your palm. “Do you want my help? (Name)-chan.” 

Fuck.. the way he looked at you. Those ferocious, hooded eyes. Those calloused hands, usually wrapped around a katana, wrapped around yours right now. The burning you felt between your legs. God yes. God, you wanted it.

The alleviation of pain (and studying) was an afterthought.

~~~

Yuta had returned back to your living space with a towel from the bathroom. What? you didn’t want to get the floor messy. You could see an erection straining tightly against his black pants. 

Fuck, you were really gonna do this. He set it down flat on the floor, and invited you to come situate yourself on it.

~~~

After removing his shirt (It was white, after all), Yuta knelt himself down in front of you. He had a certain glint in his eyes, almost conflicting the harmless smile that he also wore, as if he wasn’t about to blissfully pound your bloody c*nt into oblivion. He undid the front buckle of his pants, a bulge emerging, the explicitness of his bare dick concealed by gray underwear. He began palming at the protuberance. You eyed the display curiously, when you had a sudden realisation.

“Y-Yuta, w-what about… protection?” you asked, uneasily. 

“Hm? (Name)-chan, you’re on your period, remember? You won’t get pregnant.”

“B-but..”

He cut you off. “I don’t have anything. Trust me.”

You nodded and grunted in acknowledgement. Yuta was always a trustworthy figure for you. Your strong, reliable friend who you could always depend on. He always took care of you, even during skirmishes with curses, arriving at your side before things even had the chance to get particularly hairy.

You watch Yuta as he tilts his keeling body forward, his hands landing on your ankles before travelling upwards, spreading your legs open in the process. You feel yourself blushing once again, tossing your head to the side. You can feel the front of your damp p*nties being touched, jumping in slight surprise at the abrupt action before Yuta starts rubbing at your cl*t through the fabric. He notices your breathing falter.

“Do you like it, (Name)-chan? Do you like how it feels when I rub you there?”

You mumble a small “yes.”

He’s applying more pressure to his administrations now. “Do you want me to take your p*nties off? So I can touch you properly?”

You answer yes again, this time more hastily. 

With that, he curls his fingers over the sides of your p*nties, dragging your legs into the air as he twists his body appropriately in order to shimmy the restrictive fabric off of you. He casts them to the side, before pulling your trembling limbs back into their previous position. Once he settled them back down, he kept his hands on your thighs as he drank in the glory of your exposed c*nt quivering before him, the string of your tampon peaking out in a taunting manner.

You heard him cooing at you quietly. “Beautiful.”

You cringed, wondering if he’d still be thinking that when he’s stained with blood. Even so, you couldn’t help but melt under the feeling of his fingertips tracing circles into your inner thighs. The way you felt a thumb flick over your n*ked sex.

“Is your stomach still hurting you?” The sudden question snapped you out of your stupor.

Truth be told, you’d almost completely forgotten about your pains you were so caught up in the moment, but something held you back from saying so. As if Yuta would stop touching you if you let him know the “reason” for the two of you doing this was almost completely resolved. And, you were relishing in the tenderness of his comforting too much for it to stop.

“Y-Yes..”

Yuta bent further over you, his head looming over your core. He sunk down, his face leaning into the space of your skin where your tummy and pelvis met. He planted a light kiss there.

“Well, I’m gonna make you feel better.”

His grip on your thighs tightened as his head lifted, his presence shadowing over you once again as he held himself higher. Your heart pounded. He leaned further on your left thigh and removed his hand from the other, as you felt fingers poking at your aching heat again.

Could you feel… pulling?

You felt a horrible, obscene slick escape you suddenly when Yuta yanked out your tampon. He pinched it limply in fingers, observing it slightly before placing it on the towel you shared.

“Yuta?!” You whelped. It was ironic. The two of you were sharing an intimate moment with each other, almost completely exposed. But this? It felt somewhat... invasive.

You could sense Yuta shrugging. “It needed to come out.” Before you even had a chance to respond, you could feel him caressing your folds. He was circling his thumb over them, the peak of the eclipse swiping over your cl*t. “Don’t worry, (Name)-chan you look beautiful.”

You looked to him, but he didn’t return the gaze. His stare was boring into your most private parts, hungrily eating up the view. The calloused hand still wrapped around your leg was gripping on tightly, as you felt Yuta dip a finger into your sopping c*nt.

“Fuck.. it’s so.. wet.”

Well, that was a given you supposed. But you knew a lot of what was down there was also probably your usual feminine slick, with the way he was making you ache. He continued pumping his finger in and out, the motion becoming deeper and rougher, him gaining confidence in what you were willing to take in. You could feel your muscles strain around it.

“That’s three.”

“Wait, w-what?!”

“Three fingers, (Name)-chan. You’re drenched down here.” You felt him remove his digits, Spreading them out across your lips. You then felt him draw a line across your inner thighs that intersected your p*ssy in the middle. Was he… playing in it? You decided not to question, you were too caught up in a wanton haze, hips bucking upwards, begging for his touch to return to your most sensitive parts.

“Y-yuta..”

He looked at you and smiled sincerely. “-just need to make sure you’re nice and loose for me, (Name)-chan.” Before you could react, plunging fingers speared your weeping c*nt, pumping with violent pace. You yelped and crumpled in on yourself when you felt his fingers curl against your velvety walls, yielding against the pressure. You squirmed underneath him even more when he began spreading them, parting your insides. You hummed, laying your hand over the top of his head, entwining yourself in the strands of his hair.

He shifted into your touch. “God, love this. So fucking beautiful.”

He peered at you from beneath those dark lashes. “You think you’re ready?”

“Hm?”

“For my cock.”

At that, you nodded, releasing your grasp on his hair and trailing your hand down his chest as he straightened himself, looping his fingers over the sides of his boxers, staining it with blood. He tugged them down, his painfully erect dick springing out into open air. You found yourself surprised at the length. Yet, He was focused on you. Pointing at your top half he asked you, “Can you take all of this off?”

You nodded and complied hurriedly.

When you were done Yuta was quick, grabbing your knees to hold you in place, leaning over to plant yet another doting kiss on your body, This time in the space between your bare breasts. You felt him begin to push into you. He managed the entirety of his length, before pulling himself almost all the way out again. You noticed how he looked down, admiring the sheen of your blood now coating his member. He quickly snapped his hips back into you again, and began assuming a steady pace of rutting. Your legs found themselves wrapping around him, your ankles cross sectioning across his taught upper back. You wanted to tell him it felt good, but the most you could manage was a weak moan.

That seemed to set something off within him. He lunged over you, enveloping your entire body with his own. He planted one hand on the towel beneath you, firmly beside your head. The other found itself groping a t*t, clawing over it to pinch your hard nipple, surrounding the ar*ola with petals of red. His pace was raw and piercing, but the slight discomfort you felt was laced with a more intense pleasure.

You heard him groan. “-god.. You feel so good. Fucking you like this.. It’s just so.. primal.” He was lightly scraping his nails against you, tracing trails of scarlet down your body. You understood what he meant by that perfectly. The way he was looking down at you, almost slavering at the lips at your vulnerable form, like some wild animal lost in it’s lust.

The feeling of it, the sounds of it. It was also so expl*cit. Yet so gratifying. 

You lost yourself, allowing Yuta to abuse your lower half as he pleased, even matching your hips to his punishing motions. The l*wd squelching noises as he fucked into your excessive wetness, the way he played with your sensitive nipple at the same time, your entire being yearning into his ministrations. 

“I-I’ve always dreamt of this, (Name)-chan” You were too lost in a fucked out haze to really respond, humming lightly as you stroked the arm gripping your breast. His pace got even quicker then, rougher. His form that was already entirely draped over yours weighed down on you with even more pressure, the slap of his bucking hips against your buttox resounding loudly. It’s all too much, your legs weak when you cream his c*ck, a wave of release gushing out of you as your heat throbs wildly.

Your limbs go weak as you reel from the org*sm, your walls spasming around Yuta as he continued his bucking.

Yuta’s gaze rests on your dazed expression, his dark eyes settling over you. “You needed my c*ck didn't you?” He moves the hand that was on your bre*st to caress over your face.  “Desperately. I know you did.” 

You felt Yuta’s pace get rougher, losing it’s steady tempo as he chases closer to his climax. He thrusts into you heartily a final time before his release spills into you, closing his eyes as he rides out his orgasm out slowly and tenderly. He remains inside for sometime after, rubbing your hips with his thumb as he admires the mixture of c*m and blood streaming out of your hole and cascading down his dick. 

“Beautiful.”

He looks to your face now, smiling gently. 

“So, do you feel better now, (Name)?”

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[lene-loki]

The Calm After The Storm Part 4

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Summary: Loki surprisingly shows up at (Y/N)'s apartement and is determined to prove her that she doesn't need to be scared of him.

Pairing: Loki x Female!Reader

Warnings: Huge Trigger Warning, mentions of rape, mentions of sexual abuse, A LOT of Angst, suicidal thoughts, mentions of self-harm, Spoiler for The Avengers and Thor: Ragnarok, eventually Smut, some fluffy Loki

Word Count: 1,453

A/N: Hello guys, here is part 4 of my Loki story :) I hope you enjoy it and stay tuned for upcoming Steve Rogers and Peter Parker Imagines I'm working on :) Also, if you want to get tagged too just tell me! With Love, Léne xx

Taglist: @lilien-xoxo spacedaddydinn

Y/N = Your Name

A week has passed since Loki saved you from your coworker, at least for the moment. And lately you are having really strange daydreams which don't really feel like as if they're your own thoughts. It feels close to hallucinating and you think you officially have become insane. It is always the same thought of getting the way to the Avengers compound shown. Maybe this is fate? Maybe you are supposed to seek the heroes? But why? This just seems ridicioulous. But what you don't know is that Loki is projecting the same picture into your mind with his magical powers over and over again. So they're indeed not your own thoughts. Loki had already to admit to himself a few days ago that he's curious about you and wants to know how you're doing - but he wouldn't tell Thor and Tony that. They're already got suspicious after Loki tried at least eight different justifications why they should go to the construction firm again. And every single reason was just pure nonsense like "I think I lost one of my daggers there." This is how desperate he got to get even a slight chance of seeing you again. He thinks that maybe if he plants the direction to the compound long enought into your brain, that maybe you'll follow the way to them. Impatiently he waits daily that you show up out of nowhere at the front door - but it never happens. With a bad conscience in the back of his mind, he uses his powers to find out where you live. His longing after seeing you again is justification enough for him to irrupt your privacy like that. To say you are frozen in shock is the understatement of the year as you open the front door of your apartement and find Loki standing there. For a moment you can't think straight - not knowing whether to be scared, to act kind, to invite him inside or to throw the door back in its lock. He respects your inner conflict, not wanting to push you and just waits. "Hello." You say after a moment. Your voice is hoarse from crying the whole afternoon and shakes in uncertainity. "Hey." He says and just keeps staring at you as intensely as he always does - making you feel intimidated under his glance. In reality you don't want to invite him inside the safety of your four walls because you're still so scared of him but you feel like you have to out of kindness. So you step aside and ask him in your voice - barely above a whisper - if he wants to come in, which he thankfully accepts. "Can" You clear your throat "Can I offer you something to drink?" "No, thank you." He smiles the slightest bit at you. The questions on what he's doing here and how he found out where you live are burning on your tongue but you don't dare to say them out loud. Loki takes the tension of your ignorance away from you as he starts to speak. "You are probably wondering why I'm here." You nod carefully. "I wanted to see how you're doing. If you are okay." You nod as if his reasoning explains all although it raises more questions than it answers. "O-Okay." You say unsure. "I'm good... Thanks." You try to smile, hoping he would leave now. The more he is standing in your home, the more a panic attack is developing inside of you. He comes a step closer towards you, making your face falter in utter panic and you take at least four step backwards. Loki stops in his track. "I know that you are scared of me but I can assure you, you don't have to be." He says calmly but it doesn't help your state. You crouch together, shaking in fear while tears are building up in your eyes. Loki is no stranger to Midgardians being scared of him but he's never been confronted with a reaction like yours. It makes him almost speechless how you're standing there a few feet away from him with pure anxiety written all over your face. He is not even in his asgardian leather clothes nor in a bad mood. He is not carrying weapons with him and he's not having any intentions in hurting you but still you huddle against the wall fearing for your life. "Look, (Y/N)" he begins "I'm not a bad person. At least I don't want to be bad-" You interrupt him - the panic is taking full control over your

body. "Leave." You try to scream at him but your voice is too broken from your dread. "Please... Get out." The words tremble as you start to sob - thinking you won't make it out of this conversation alive. You don't even care about how he knew where you live anymore. You just wanted him to be gone and then lock the front door in every way possible. And probably putting some chairs in front of it as well just to be sure. To make your fear even worse, you remeber that the god is able to put up a projection of himself. Startled you look around you, turning your head as far to the side as possible - scared that he could come up behind you and murder you. Loki feels the strange need of comforting you but he knows better than to act on it physically - especially with you in the state you're in right now. "How am I supposed to know that you're real and not a projection of yourself and somewhere behind me right now?" You whimper still in complete agony. He doesn't like what he suggests to you next but he really wants you to lose your fear of him. "Throw something at me." "What?" You whisper confused. "Throw something at me." He talks so calm that it makes you loosen up your grip on the curtains you didn't even know you were clinging to. Unsure you pick up a light magazine from the coffetable - the only object you could reach without moving from your spot. Scared that he'll get angry you throw it really careful - prudent to not hit him too hard. Even though you are too weak anyway to hurt him. The paper slightly touches his upper leg - proving that he's not an illusion. "See?" He smirks. Although you loosen up a tad, you're still not comfortable with him in your home. "What do you want from me?" He stops suddenly. His mouth opens and closes again, before he speaks: "Honestly... I don't know." He admits. He is being as honest to you in this conversation as he's ever been to someone and it confuses him. But he has this urge to make you like his real self. The truth is that he came to you because he cares about you. But he wouldn't ever tell you that or anyone else. Because it's crazy and you're a Midgardian. A puny human. That's at least what he tells himself becauce he somehow feels it being necessary to justify him taking interest in a human being. The god of mischief suddenly gets a bit shy as he suggests you to meet up again. You're not so sure. You are really scared of him after all but you're also scared that he is going to do something to you if you say no. "W-When I say yes, will you spare me?" At first he is confused at what you mean. Spare you from what? But then it clicks. Spare you from pain. "Why are you so scared of me?" He knows that it's a stupid question since he hasn't been the kindest person to the Midgardians. "It's not you." You whisper and it's true. You fear the male species in general ever since your coworker laid a hand on you. Of course Loki's actions a few years ago and what he did to the humans of New York makes you uncertain about him as well. But the biggest fear in your life is getting raped again by a men because you weren't careful enough. Through the experience you really have learned your lesson the hard way. Loki doesn't push you into saying more about your current emotions than you're ready to share. But he won't give up on you either. Hell, you're a female little Midgardian as weak as a rabbit and still managed to get a grasp on him so strong that even his powers are useless. But you don't even know that you're in the midst of wrapping the asgardian god around your finger.

#loki imagine #loki x y/n #loki x reader #loki x original female character #loki series #loki laufeyson #loki fanfic #loki #thor ragnarok #thor #fanfiction #one shot #imagines #imagine #angst

[hanibalistic]

#67509E | HWANG HYUNJIN.

genre | fluff

word count | 1889

warning | appearances of vampire fangs, mention of blood sucking

tag | @fluffyskzclub​

note | i miss hyunjin.

hyunjin pouted like he was throwing a tantrum—well, to a certain degree, he was throwing a small tantrum.

he curled himself around the fluffy blanket that you two left on the couch from yesterday's spontaneous movie night as he pouted at you bitterly. he tried to fit his tall body within the blanket, but his long legs awkwardly jutted out of the end corner, unable to bend enough to curl himself into a tiny ball. his head poked out of the blanket he draped around his shoulder and over his head.

"must you open the curtains all the time?" he whined with furrowed brows, lightly kicking his feet against the couch. "i hate the sun, you know that!"

you rolled your eyes as you closed the curtains after being drowned in his mindless complaints about the last half an hour. you had opened them so the plants could soak in some sunlight. you even took into consideration that hyunjin would be asleep for longer like he always does, otherwise, you would have never let the sunlight into your shared apartment. but for some reason, he decided to leave his stupid coffin earlier today.

to listen to the birds' chirp perhaps. that's the kind of leisure activity a hundred-year-old would like, you bet.

the same thing happens every time you open the blinds, which is that hyunjin does not shut up about him disliking the sun and how it weakens his vampirism as opposed to it actually killing him. he would not stop until you close the curtains and turn on the lights, which often made you scoff. not only was he annoying, for a vampire who was supposed to burn under the sun, he sure does speak of it a lot.

"we will need sunlight somehow, hyunjin," you said as you turned around to glare at him. "the plants you stole, from outside, in the morning, will need sunlight."

you emphasized your words to make sure he knew of all the heinous frustrations he has caused you. the puppy pout on his face, as well as the pitying glint in his eyes, only deepened with each emphasis of your voice, his body flinching and shrinking when he could tell that you were upset with him.

watching him, there was a rush of conflict brewing like bubbles in you. you weren't sure if you felt more annoyed or endeared about the fact that hyunjin, a not quite literally ancient but old enough to feel ancient vampire, gained such comfortability from you that he was fine with throwing a childish tantrum in front of you.

he looks cute, surely! he always does. but sometimes, you genuinely could not stand another second of him whining.

"stop yelling at me! you know what the sun does to a vampire!" he retorted.

oh, god—blah, blah, blah.

"yeah, a vampire that doesn't have an accessory of the sigil," you said cleverly as you moved over to him. you yanked the blanket off his body, ignoring his protest, and you pointed at his neck. "like the necklace you never take off!"

"i only got this recently! the witch would have never sold me this if you hadn't come with me," he argued, pulling the blanket around him again. "i'm not used to the sun yet, just let me have a little more time."

you pursed your lips together, your neck turning sour at his poor mumble as you softened. he did only just get the necklace—by just, it was about two to three months ago. however, while that alone may seem like a long period, comparing that to almost a whole decade of no sunlight, perhaps he really just needed more time to adjust.

but! zooming past the streets, leaving normal people wondering where the sudden gust of wind came from, and hiding in the apartment that leaves no room for any traces of sunlight was not the way to go about it!

"how about just a little bit, hmm?" you said then, suggesting a compromise casually while you walked toward the window. "take it little by little!"

hyunjin widened his eyes in disbelief as you moved farther away from him. he shook his legs in protest, his body moving animatedly on the cushiony couch as he protested loud and clear. "hey! you better not open the curtains, [name]!"

you grabbed the hem of the curtains, your mind occupied with calculating the correct amount you would flip open. it has to be a very small amount, to a point where the sunlight could only hit one leaf of the plant on the window rail, or just one square of your marble floor. it has to be the form of sunlight that could not hurt even a fly, so you could show him just how goddamn dramatic he was being.

"[name], i swear!"

"oh, bite me," you muttered under your breath.

there was a gust of wind—a familiar kind. it blew at the tip of your hair, making it waft around, and the hem of your thin shirt also danced at the breeze of hyunjin's vampiric speed.

blinking consciously, you loosened your grip on the curtains and turned around. immediately, upon feeling the heat of his face, you flinched back and closed your eyes to settle yourself.

"jesus–what the hell, hyunjin?" you muttered with a hand on your chest before you slowly opened your eyes.

hyunjin was glaring at you; no malice, just alluring intensity. his hair fell over his face prettily. the sunlight that he didn't seem to care much for now shone a soft haze over half of his face, making him glow and glitter naturally.

"those are some reckless words to say to a vampire," he said lowly, tilting his head to the side lightly as he arched a brow, "don't you think?"

your heart pounced.

the matter of blood, or just his general nature as a vampire, like his need to feed off of human beings, has only come up once.

he mentioned it to you when he was applying to be your roommate, having a foul plan to erase your memories in case the truth was not well-received by you. he told you that he has been a vampire for a while so he knew how to control his urges, therefore you would not be in any harm, and the matter was never spoken of again.

he held up his words. he has never discussed blood with you, he has never shown any blood-thirsty behavior at all. he acted like any other roommates you have had; being too loud at night, eating cereal in the living room and eyeing your bed-head with a judgemental gaze, knocking at your door and asking if you wanted to pick a takeout place.

if he used his powers less, you would have forgotten about his vampiric side.

why was your heart thumping then? was he too pretty for your own good? or was he standing too close for familiar comfort? or perhaps both?

you scoffed, making your thoughts vanish. "you won't bite me."

hyunjin softened in a way you couldn't catch. deep within the tender wash of his eyes was a sea of wildfires he hid behind closed doors.

you were right, he won't bite you, but he wants to, especially because the smell of your blood happened to be more enticing than others because he likes you.

the art of blood sharing (in a sense) is done between lovers; consider it like leaving a love mark, of a sort. it is an act of claiming and reassurance, and hyunjin has been wanting to sink his fangs into your flesh for a while so he could leave a bite mark.

but he could never do that. that was a desire trapped in his throat, urging to be let out and to be voiced, and hyunjin would not allow it. there were too many risks of unleashing the deep-seated yearning in his chest. it lingered in his head in withdrawal, cautiously threading through his mind to keep his urges contained.

he puts his want elsewhere. his want to taste your blood, to kiss your neck, has to grow somewhere, so he has to put it somewhere, and he puts in it his daydream which that manifests gently when he is with you, and ferociously when you were away.

"i won't," he muttered under his breath, to which you relaxed at. but then he grinned, and he opened his mouth to speak first, "doesn't mean i can't, though."

you widened your eyes when black veins draped beneath his eyes and his sharp fangs appeared. it was a terrifying sight, but you were only shocked to see it than scared. rationally, you reached your hands up and slapped your palms against his cheeks, startling him.

"hmmm... " you grumbled, sounding thoughtful as you surveyed his shocked expression.

the veins under his eyes retreated and the colors returned to his face. the innocence flooded back into him, bright and boyish, and he dared not move an inch under the pressure of your gaze—beneath your touch hyunjin is but a gentle boy hapless in love.

"ah...aah...wha–" he closed his eyes slightly and opened them with furrowed brows, confused and helpless with his head slightly tilted up. his words were muffled but jot too hard to understand. "[name]–why–uhh–"

you pushed at his upper lip with your thumb and looked at his fangs, wondering why they did not retreat with the dark haze of his eyes. then, ignoring hyunjin's muffled questions, you carefully poked at the tip of his teeth—razor-sharp, but very real.

he was whining again. his hands reached out to the hem of your shirt and desperately, as well as timidly, tugged at it. meanwhile, he put on a defeated face. as much as he would with your thumbs poking his fangs, that was.

"ahh, please stop–[name], stop touching my fangs–why," he feigned a sob, shaking his head as a blush reached his cheeks, "they're just teeth."

"teeth that puncture," you commented when you let go. the way your thumbs briefly smoothed over his top lip was not lost on him.

seeing his pout, you pursed your lips with faint guilt. rubbing the back of your neck, you shrugged. "sorry about that, i just got curious."

"it's okay," he waved you off quickly, "i was curious too when i first got them."

hyunjin looked at you when you giggled under your breath; soft, hearty giggles that tried to conceal themselves without the anticipation for his vampiric hearing. gentle, funny giggles that never once questioned his problematic past. lovely, adoring giggles that are here before and after he revealed who he is to you.

he came to your apartment begging for a home where he could be himself, and you allowed him safety with you.

"alright," you said with a curt smile, "i'm going to go change, need to get grocery."

"i–i'll come with!"

you seemed shocked for a moment, accessing him like a trick question. then you relaxed and nodded with nonchalance. "yeah, whatever."

he melted despite the lackluster reaction. it was the excitement that counted. smiling to himself, he twirled and twisted his body shyly as the sun shone from outside.

yeah. hyunjin truly is but a simple boy in love with you.

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[bellatrixobsessed1]

Rose Shampoo

Summary: After a hard day Alcina tries to take a nice bubble bath. But her own troubled thoughts keep her from enjoying it. Luckily her three feral children and their rubber ducks are there to provide a distraction.

Idk felt like doing something fluffy and cute lol. And what’s more wholesome than a bubble bath and rubber ducks?

Alcina listens to the thunder of water as it pours into the bathtub. She lets her dress fall to the floor and lifts it up to toss it into the hamper with the rest of her dirty clothing. She tips a dainty glass bottle, along with a trail of soft pink liquid comes the charming aroma of roses. She arranges a few candles upon the rim of the bathtub and puts the needle on the record player. It crackles and fizzes to life with an elegant violin melody.

She lights the candles, picks up her glass of blood-wine, and slips into the bathtub. She leans back and closes her eyes as the steam rolls off of the water and over her body. She can’t remember the last time she had bathed in water and not blood and she finds that, to her surprise, it is more pleasant that she remembers.  It has been some time since she has had a chance to relax like this.  To truly lay back and pretend, if only for a moment, that she is untroubled.

Her head has been aching lately, the product of stress and discontent. Perhaps if she remains in the bathtub long enough, these things will wash away.  She takes a sip of her wine and set it aside, between two of the flickering candles. She watches beads of wax drip down the candles. In due time it will begin to trail down the porcelain and join her in the water.

She finds her shampoo, the same bottle she had used to create a light froth of bubbles on the surface of the water. She massages it into her hair until her head feels lighter, more elegant and then she tilts her head back to rinse the bubbles away. She only comes up with more of them so she momentarily turns the faucet back on again.

Alcina leans back for another moment, inhaling the delicate scent of rose petals. She reaches for the soap and begins scrubbing her arms and legs. For a moment she feels human again. And for that same moment she feels confliction. She contemplates whether or not she misses being human.

As she scrubs at her chest and belly, she decides that she doesn’t. Not at all. Mother Miranda had come to her too late, her body has already begun to age and it has halted right in the middle of the process. And she remembers why she has stopped taking baths. Why she finds showers to be infinitely better.

Showers leave her with less room to contemplate and scrutinize. Less room to dwell upon the scars on her arms and the wrinkles on her face. Less room to resent the softness of her belly that has come with age and spoils.

Feeling, once again, dizzy with insecurity she puts the soap aside and hugs her arms to her chest as though that can shield her from her private vulnerabilities. As though that could shield her from her own eyes and her own mind.

She rubs her hands up and down her face, she wishes that she could appreciate herself. Her musings are cut mercifully short at the sound of three sets of knocks. “Mother!”

“Just a--”

They do not wait for her to finish let alone dress herself before they barge in. Three doe-eyed children that look upon her with innocent eyes. “Daniela says that you forgot the most important thing!”

“What’s that?” She asks.

Daniela teeters on forward and holds out a rubber duck. “This, mother! You forgot your duck!” Without so much as a warning she chucks it into the bathtub knocking over a candle and the glass of wine. “Whoopsie.”

Alcina pinches the bridge of her nose and turns around to collect the wine glass and candle.

“You’re in trouble now, Daniela.” Cassandra sing-songs.

And by all means, she very well would have been had she not distracted Alcina from another downward spiral. She pinches the rubber duck between her fingers and observes it. It is such a hideous thing with googly little eyes and a vile color. “Disgusting.” She mutters to herself.

“Do you love him?” Cassandra asks.

“We named him Fredward.” Bela puts in.

“Fred...ward?” Alcina mumbles.

“I wanted to call him Fredrick.” Daniela says.

“And I wanted him to be named Edward.” Cassandra adds.

“So I said we’d name him Fredward.” Bela, ever the voice of reason, declares.

“That’s a...lovely name darlings.” Alcina chuckles. She plucks the duck back into the water. She doesn’t yet turn back around. “Why don’t the three of you get your other bath toys, in the meantime I will watch…” she sighs again, “Fredward.”

“Okay, mother!” They say in unison.

She waits for them to scramble out of the bathroom, without closing the door, to rise from the tub. She grabs herself a towel and tries not to think too much about the softness of her figure as she pats herself dry. Quickly she tosses on a night robe and hopes that the three of them will be back before she drives herself to tears.

She drains the tub, blows out the candles, and collects them all. Bela, Cassandra, and Daniel appear with more toys than there is tub space and that is without Bela’s bright red floatie.

“Daniela, where are your clothes?”

“It’s bath time, mother, I don’t need them!”

Alcina inhales. “Manners, Daniela. You wait until you are in the bathroom to disrobe. If Bela and Cassandra can wait, you can too.” She will teach these children yet.

But waiting is not Daniela’s strong suit. The girl darts past her and leaps into the tub. Frankly, Alcina is impressed that she has managed to leap so high. “I got Fredward!” She declares.

Alcina helps Bela and Cassandra into the tub. “What kind of shampoo do we want, darlings?”

“Coconut!” Cassandra declares.

“Lavender, please.” Bela smiles.

“All of them at once!” Daniela throws her hands up, several droplets of bathwater splatter upon Alcina’s cheeks. She dabs them away. “We need more bubbles too, mother!”

Alcina rolls her eyes. “Then you shall have more bubbles.” She reaches for the shampoo bottles. She hears Daniela screech with delight and, for now, bathtime makes her smile again.

#Alcina Dimitrescu #Lady Dimitrescu #Bela Dimitrescu #Cassandra Dimitrescu #Daniela Dimitrescu #Fanfiction #Fluff

[papipopsicle]

AFTERTASTE PART SIX

Pairing: Archie Andrews X Short!Reader

Genre: fluff and some angst

Summary: In which two best friends since childhood test whether sex and friendship can co-exist without causing conflict. Including OC's Flick and Cherry, a bisexual and lesbian in a sapphic relationship who are best friends of Y/N.

Song: Wildflower by 5 Seconds of Summer

Warnings: a high probability for swearing

Words: 1.7K

MASTERLIST

feedback is always appreciated

     "LEONARDO, MICHELANGELO!" An eleven year old Y/N Robins called from her porch door, impatiently tapping a food bowl against the wooden frame she leant against. Behind her, the sun was setting and painted the sky a gorgeous array of pinks and oranges, sweeping together like watercolours. She looked out on the street impatiently, finding its sleeping state both calming and unnerving. Elm Street was never noisy, but after three years of living there, the girl had realised it wasn't a place of silence either.

And she was completely right. A distant, yet soft, meow grew ever closer, finally appearing around the side of a bush. Y/N grinned, affectionately calling out for the birman to go find his dinner, "C'mere Angelo, that's it boy!"

He trotted past her up into the house where his found his dinner waiting.

"Leo!" Her small voice called out as loud as it could into the cool evening air. He had wandered off earlier that same day to enjoy the Riverdale summer heat elsewhere, and the Robins family didn't think anything of it. Just as her mouth opened to call out the name again, Vegas came barrelling out from the door of the Andrews household, across the street to her side with Mary and Archie following.

The Andrews matriarch noticed the empty food bowl, "Is everything alright, Y/N/N?" She asked in her usual professional voice, but the girl knew from experience how much love and warmth it really held. Elodie told her about Leonardo's disappearance and how it wasn't uncommon in this kind of weather, but he could be getting a bit hungry.

Mary handed the dog leash to her son and sent him a secret wink, "Why don't you two walk Vegas together and see if you can find him?"

Excitement had been bubbling through the small town of Riverdale for weeks now anticipating the big Fourth of July celebrations ahead of them. Y/N Robins had planned on keeping up with her old tradition of sleeping in until late afternoon, then rolling out of bed in time to catch the fireworks with her friends. But with with the drunkenly asking Archie to be her boyfriend, which was not something she remembered a few hours later, her plans for this year were flipped on their head. So she found herself getting dressed to go talk things out with her supposedly best friend in a quiet spot next to sweet water river.

With her hair half tied up, and a black denim jacket over her shoulders, Y/N left through the door in her bedroom, and waited on the edge of the pavement until she heard a door across the street open and quietly shut. Any butterflies fluttering in her stomach all but disappeared as Archie turned around and smiled into the early morning sun towards her. It had been three days since they had last seen each other, since the girl confessed she didn't really know what she wanted in the space between them.

He jogged over road, asphalt kicking up under his new Nike trainers, and immediately engulfed Y/N's small frame into his own. The two teenagers walked all the way to the edge of Sweetwater River in the silvery silence of early birds and rustling leaves, their hands every now and again grazing each other and lacing together.

"So," The Andrews boy sighed as he lay against the warm grass, watching as she sat next to him and propped her head up on his chest, "what's going on in that head of yours?"

"Leo!" Y/N's melodic voice rang out across the long stretch of stream. Crystal clear water you could see the smoothness of the rocks which lay underneath if you peaked your head over the bank enough. For some unknown reason, the young cat would always find his way towards some kind of water, even back in Phoenix.

"Hello?" Archie bopped the girl on the tip of her nose as she returned back to reality, evidently not hearing what he'd just asked by the puzzled look her face adorned.

She hummed and gave him her full attention, allowing him to rephrase his previous words. In the back of her mind, Y/N knew exactly what she wanted- to leave high school and go on endless adventures with the boy her head lay upon. She wanted an easy life, away from the eerie little town she called home- to decorate her own house with pictures of smiles and candid memories. But most of all, in that perfect moment, she wanted herself to let go and fall in love with her childhood best friend.

After finding Prince Charming and finding out he was really the one from Shrek and not Cinderella, her faith in true love was shaken at the age of sixteen.

"I'm scared of you hurting me, or doing anything that could possibly hurt you, Arch." Y/N's voice faltered at her blunt honesty, "I meant everything I said, but I don't think I'm over what happened with Chuck last year."

"Tiger," Archie interrupted her thoughts, sitting up slightly leaning back on one hand and using the other to cup her face, "I can't promise we won't ever hurt each other even just a little bit, but whatever happens, we'll learn and grown from it together. I don't think I'll ever fully understand how much that bastard hurt you. But, nothing in this world that's worth having comes easy, life is scary and I'll go through all of the shitty parts twenty three hours a day, if it means I get just one with you smiling up at me."

Half an hour of roaming up and down the river bank had passed before a twisting, nauseous feeling took over the pit of Y/N's stomach. She and her family adored their two fluffy boys, her dad would never admit it but they all heard the little 'goodnights' he'd whisper as he made his way up to bed finally. Though with her parents still working, and Y/S/N desperately needing to finish an assignment due tomorrow, the youngest Robins was the only one able to attend this search and rescue mission.

"What if he's -"

Vegas rubbed his nose against her shin in comfort.

"Y/N/N," A twelve year old Archie cut her off in his usual caring voice, "don't even let your mind go there. He's a little ninja cat he's probably off catching frogs or something."

He grabbed her hand, squeezing it in comfort and heading towards an unexplored area of the forest line. Truth be told, he was meant to be doing English homework with Betty Cooper right about now, but that had slipped his mind as soon as Y/N Robins adorably wonky smile found him across the road.

"Leo!" Y/N's sweet voice called out.

"Leonardo?" Archie followed with Vegas by his side.

"That's the sweetest thing I think I've ever heard." The girl admitted shyly, hiding her rose dusted cheeks by bringing Archie into a tight hug, her head resting in the crook of his neck while her long y/h/c hair tickled his face. It smelt of strawberries and mint in the morning breeze.

"Y/N/N, can I ask you something?" His voice sounded nervous, but as she looked up and nodded, his face held a smirk, "Will you stay my girlfriend?"

She answered with a small kiss, staring into his eyes innocently as her fingers traced his back under his thin t-shirt, about to lift the material from his body. But life had a funny way of throwing challenges their way, making them run before they could walk.

"I think I see him!" Archie handed the leash to his best friend, seeing a patch of grey in between the auburn autumn leaves. Vegas barked and tried to follow after his human, but Y/N managed to stop the Labrador from bounding away by distracting him with ear rubs. Wild growls and hisses could be heard as Archie wrestled the feisty long haired cat into his hoodie clad arms. Then Leonardo hissed so madly, the young boy almost dropped him, "Yep, definitely Leo."

Y/N ran over as fast as she could, dropping the lead as soon as she saw his pumpkin eyes and bare teeth, clearly not a fan of Archie. She grinned widely with glee and got to her tippy toes to kiss Archie's cheek. "You're a life saver!"

As soon as the fluffy animal felt Y/N's little hands rubbing his chin as she took him from the boy's arms, he switched into a completely different cat and started purring.

A gunshot sounded through the open clearing, and before a high pitched scream could escape from Y/N's mouth, Archie saw the terror in her eyes and pulled the petite girl behind him. He scaled the area, unable to see anything but birds fleeing from the unusual noise.

"We need to get out of here." The boy's gravely voice whispered with urgency, picking her up without hesitation and running until his lungs burnt and his trainers once again hit the comfort of tarmac.

"What the fuck was that?" Y/N screeched, her inquisitiveness telling to turn back, but thankfully common sense won that battle. She and Archie found themselves back on the pavement of Elm Street before they knew it.

"Y/N, we didn't see anything, it could've been a car backfiring a street away for all we know." Archie tried to rationalise, but in all honesty he was stuck to his core with dread.

"Right, or someone was just murdered and we could've been next on some psychopaths hit list." Y/N's dark mind shone through as she blurted out her inner monologue. The boy didn't have any words of wisdom, instead he lead her to his front door and brought her into his body. They stayed in their own little world for what could have been hours, thankful they had each other and not allowing themselves to think about what secrets Riverdale was really hiding under it's pretty exterior.

Nothing ever happened in the town with 'pep'.

Betty Cooper awoke early that Saturday morning, ready to get any assignments out of the way to enjoy the weekend ahead. She opened her curtains and tied her hair up into a ponytail, but as she looked out of her window at the beautiful blue skies, she watched in shock at the surprising scene unfolding in front of her. Y/N Robins up on her tippy toes, with Archie Andrews' hands wrapped around her waist as they kissed intensely in what the two thought was privacy.

PART SEVEN

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Love Cuts Deep

Chapter 10- These Are Strange Times

Summary: Could something positive be truly on the horizon? With the random intrusion of though-to-be-dead Scott Lang at the Avengers Facility, your hope for seeing Bucky again may have yet to be a possibility.

Warning: yeah nothing enjoy the ride

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-Five years since the Blip-

Throwing on a dark sleeveless top, you suddenly feel the overwhelming urge to sneeze which evidently causes your little furry companion to startle at the unexpected noise. The furry tigress lets out a meow of protest that pulls forth a humored snicker from you, while the little beast sends you an annoyed look.

Recovering her bearings in a flash, she walks across the short wooden dresser like a model strutting on the runway, her thick mane of mahogany and dark chocolate fur glossy and adequately brushed to perfection, just how your spoiled Main Coon, Silver, likes it.

She purrs happily as she begins playing with Bucky’s dog tags that lay across the small dresser top.

“What are you do..? Oh give me that you little shit.” Silver ignores you until she’s rudely lifted and placed firmly on the carpeted floor before you snatch up the valuable memorabilia. Placing it around your neck where it belongs then glancing down to give her a casual shrug, “Don’t give me that look Silv, I bought you a cool bird feathered cat toy like three days ago. What happened to that?” Silver meows, running her head against your worn out old boots as you smile, “Guess it’s as good as dead huh, you little beast. Now you staying or coming with me to find Nat?” Nothing but purrs of affection.

You lean down to gently rub her head before standing up fully and heading for the door, Silver hot on your heels. Soon you’re both traveling down the hallway until you finally reach the large study. Natasha’s on a conference call with Carol, Rodney, Okoye, and the last two guardians of the galaxy, Rocket and Nebula. And by the looks of it, nothing new has been reported. How disappointing.

Soon they all log off, leaving Natasha alone with Rodney who stays to give Nat a little insight into Barton’s violent whereabouts from the last couple years since he’s been rouge. Apparently he took out a whole cartel in Mexico, so he’s been busy. Definitely not keeping up with those group therapy sessions Steve makes you go to to help cope with the loss. Not that you’ve actually been that consistent with them if we’re being real here.

Quickly enough, Rodney logs out, leaving a tearfully conflicted Natasha as she slouches in her comfy swivel chair. Head in her hands as she holds back the waterfall that threatens to spill within her. You take a step forward, leaning casually against a steel rimmed display area for random nick-nacks. “I’d join you in the fun, but I’m limiting my crying sessions between 1 and 2 in the morning on Tuesdays. So, uh....I brought Silver.” You smile, pointing a finger down to your loyal companion, “Well I guess she brought herself but you know.”

Natasha breaks out into a reluctant grin, genuinely happy to have a bit of positive company within her gloom, “And you didn’t even want her to begin with.” Laughs the red head, “Now I never see one without the other.”

You nod with an almost shy smile, “Yeah, she’s alright.” 

You hear soft movement making its way through the hallway behind you just as Silver meows when Steve casually saunters into the room, coming to stand next to your side as the furry beast paws at his shoes, “What are you here for? Doing some laundry?” You tease at the tall blonde.

Steve smiles at your little jab since he’s not usually always present, doing Captain America stuff and whatnot, “Just here to see some friends.”

Natasha chuckles through glossy eyes, “Well clearly your friends are doing just fine.” Steve knowingly nods paired with a small smile, both you and Natasha look relatively well kept and functional as usual. It’s just, there’s a palpable pain and hidden darkness that always appears to simmer lowly on the surface. Just enough for a skilled eye like Steve’s to notice.

“Exactly.” You add, wandering over to sit cross legged on Natasha’s desk as Steve moves to lean against the display, “But if you’re here to tell us to look on the bright side...”

“I’m gonna hit you in the head with this peanut butter sandwich.” Finishes Natasha with a pursued lipped grin as the 90 year old nods. “Um, right. Force of habit.” Admits Steve, pushing himself off the surface to find a seat next to you and directly across from Natasha. 

The three of you keep to a mutual silence for a long moment until he finally speaks, “You know,” Starts Steve thoughtfully, “I keep telling everybody they should move on...and grow. Some do.” He pauses for a moment as you frown, Natasha looking elsewhere as Steve finally continues, “But not us.”

She shakes her head, “If we move on, who does this?”

“Maybe it doesn’t need to be done.” Suggests Steve, he means well of course, but maybe he’s right after all, its been five fucking years with absolutely nothing to make for it. Nothing of any significant progress or even a possible way to fix what's happened. 

Natasha blinks through bleary eyes of saddened green while you pet Silver’s furry mane, refusing to give in to that notion, “No.” You whisper softly, causing them to look at you, “We can’t, it wouldn’t be right...at least,” You let out a gentle sigh, “at least not for me....before all of this, before I met all of you. I had nothing.” You admit thoughtfully, “Not a soul in the world who gave a damn whether I lived or died. Then I found Bucky, then I found this. This.....family. And because of it, I’m better off now then I was ten years ago.”

They keep a respectful silence as your breaths become shaky, teary eyes now trained onto Silver’s little ears, “And I know they’re gone now, believe me I fucking know it, but I’m still trying to be better.” Natasha nods in deep understanding, a couple stray tears falling down her cheeks as Steve crosses his arms.

“I think we all need to get a life.” He muses, his tone light as he tries to pull you two back from the edge of grief. You give him a friendly nudge at his annoying brotherliness, “You first.” He chuckles as you throw him a playful glare while Natasha checks an incoming call.

“Oh, hi! Hello! Is anyone home?” Speaks a man frantically from one of the security cameras, an orange van behind him, “This is, uh, Scott Lang. We met a few years ago at the airport.....in Germany?” Now you’ve got his attention.

“What the fuck?” You mutter in bewilderment at the blue tinged image of Scott as Steve and Nat share a confused glance, the three of you quickly rising to your feet while Scott keeps talking about who he is, how he got here, and what he’s learned about the world so far.

“Is this an old message?” Wonders Steve as he studies the image of Scott who’s still waving his hands up at the security camera.

“It’s the front gate.” Replies Natasha with a hopeful smile.

——

All you came here to do was shoot the shit with Natasha and maybe make some actual dinner, but here you are, laying across the study’s plush couch as Scott rambles on and on about the quantum realm. Whatever that happens to actually be, you’ve never heard of anything like that before, but then again you didn’t know aliens existed at one point. So perhaps anything's possible.

Silver brushes her fluffy head across your fingers as they dangle over the couches edge while Scott keeps at his long-winded tellings of how he got there, what it was like, that he’s been technically gone for only five hours, and now he thinks there’s a way to enter this new plane of existence and travel to a fresh alternate reality. Like through a time machine type deal, or whatever he’s on about.

Apparently he means one before Thanos. But it honestly sounds like a load of horseshit and gibberish coming from a desperate man refusing to acknowledge that this is the new shit reality. There’s no fucking way that’s even goddamn possible, right? No way. 

Maybe?

Drifting back out of your doubtful thoughts, you swiftly move yourself into a seated position as Scott begins to self doubt. Head lowering as he mumbles about how crazy that it. You start chuckling as he throws you an almost embarrassed look. “Scott.” You speak to gather his attention, “Nat gets emails from a raccoon. Your idea is admittedly a bit nuts, but nothings that crazy anymore considering all the wild shit I’ve witnessed in the past six years. So I don’t know, maybe there’s a way.”

Scott flashes a hopeful smile as his brows furrow in thought, uncertainty seeping right back into him, “So, uh...who do we talk to about this?”

——

“Stark! Miss us?” You shout at Tony as he holds Morgan in his left arm, an Ironman helmet grasped firmly in the right. He gives the four of you a less then enthusiastic nod of acknowledgment before wordlessly turning around and taking a step up onto the wooden porch.

You give Steve a shrug, “He misses us I can tell.”

Soon Tony let’s Morgan go off to play with you as you opt in to be the babysitter slash distraction from the grownups who are currently discussing if time travel and gathering the stones for ourselves is even a possibility, or even a palpable option that can be done. You skillfully listen to everything they’re saying as the little Stark shows off her array of multiple plant-life assortments picked from the local greenery.

“So I got this cone from that tree over there and then I put a frog in a glass but dad said I had to let him go so I did.” Babbles on the five year old as you entertain her constant musings.

You raise a brow, knowing her shenanigans all too well, “Is he in the garden?”

She mischievously smirks, sneakily peaking over at Tony who’s seated up on the porch, before giving you a nod, “Yeah. I made him a little house from some flat rocks I found too. I named him Froggo.”

You chuckle, “Oh really, Froggo? I like it, has a nice ring to it.” She nods in delight before walking into her tiny tent to retrieve something new as you catch either Scott or Steve saying something about a time heist, what the hell are they going on about now?

“Y/N! Look at this!” Calls Morgan excitedly while bursting out of the tent to run on short legs over to you who’s seated comfortably in the grass, “I got a cool rock from the lake but I didn’t get to show you last time cause you left early.”

Raising your brows in surprise, though you don’t exactly feel as thrilled as she is, you make sure she knows you care, “Woah! A cool rock from the lake, why Morgan I gotta see this.”

“Look.” She hands you a dull grey rock with a tiny fossil shell indentation on it, “It’s from the dinosaurs.”

Examining the small round object, you nod, “Next thing you know I’ll come back to a whole dinosaur excavation site. Impressive Professor Grant, I’m thoroughly amazed.”

She giggles in excitement, “Y/N I know what that means now.” You give her an inquiring look as she smiles proudly, “That’s from Jurassic Park.”

“And your dad let you watch that, with the big Trex eating the goat and everything?” You tease before handing her the prized object, “Next thing I know you’re going to have a whole dinosaur skeleton in your house.”

“Yeah that would be cool. Thanks ninja turtle.” Cackles Morgan as she hugs her rock, smiling brightly as you throw her a puzzled look before joining in on the laughter. “Okay, now you’ve lost me kid, I can’t say I have any idea what you’re talking about.”

She shrugs innocently, “Dad told me to call you that.” Clearly not understanding what she just called you either. A ninja turtle? The fuck is a ninja turtle?

“I wouldn’t expect anything less.” You muse before looking up to the four of them getting closer to a heated discussion, “Alright Morgs let’s go save your dad before he decides never to invite us back for dinner again.” You add, quickly rising to your feet as she laughs before racing past you, on a beeline for Tony.

You choose to stay out of the conversation and instead wait for Steve, Natasha, and Scott to start walking back towards the car. You lean against the metal as Steve round the corner before catching your eye as he goes down the three steps, “Are we banished from the castle? I was kinda hoping not cause I actually like Pepper’s cooking.”

Steve smiles, “No. He’s not gonna help us is all.”

“Damn that’s shitty.” You retort with a tinge of genuine disappointment, you don’t completely believe this shit is even possible. But dammit if you don’t want them to at least try for all it’s worth. “So what now? I’m guessing you bastards aren’t gonna let this go anytime soon. And cause Tony’s out for the count, we obviously need some different brain power.”

Steve nods while walking closer to the car, “We wanna do this right. So, yeah, we’re gonna need a really big brain.”

Scott turns from Steve to point a thumb in Tony’s general direction, face a mask of confused puzzlement, “Bigger then his?”

-

After a less then pleasant adventure to some cozy little diner in New Jersey where the four of you were subjected to Banner in his weird Hulkness body or whatever the hell he is now. Turns out he was most definitely on board for this time traveling experimentation. Of course he was, the weirdo takes fucking selfies with children nowadays. 

So here you five are now, in the giant glass and metal garage of the Avengers Facility getting things ready for whatever nonsense is about to take place next. The back of Scott’s orange van closed for the moment, keeping hidden some reactor core thing behind its doors. Scott in some safety quantum realm suit while Banner and Natasha stand behind a large intricate assembly of high tech equipment in preparation for the events to hopefully follow.

You keep an amused yet genuinely curious stance off to the side as Bruce gives you a thumbs up, nodding, you face Scott who’s walking over to the van. “Okay, here we go. Time travel test number one everybody! Scott get that bitch open!” You shout with a small bout of rare enthusiasm while he opens up the doors.

“Emergency generators are on standby.” Announces Steve as he walks into view from behind some large plastic containers covered in safety rope.

Banner nods, “Good, because if we blow the grid, I don’t wanna lose, uh..” He points a green thumb at Scott who’s getting his helmet ready, “Tiny here in the 1950’s.”

Scott’s head snaps up in an instant, “Excuse me?” He worries.

Natasha smiles while looking down at her touch pad, “He’s kidding.” She sing songs before shaking her head up at Banner, “You can’t say things like that.”

Banner turns around to face a fearful Scott as you snort at the small bout of humor that you did happen to find rather amusing. Then again, you’re not the labs guinea pig, so instead you casually shrug while giving Scott a half persuasive grin and a thumbs up of reassurance, “Bad joke.” You add as Bruce nervously laughs, “Yeah, it was a bad joke.”

Scott nods apprehensively before turning to walk over to the reactor, appearing to believe the two of you, “You were kidding, right?” Asks Natasha as you raise a brow at Bruce in question. Albeit a smidge doubtful he actually one-hundred percent knows what he’s doing.

“I have no idea.” Whisper yells Banner, confirming your suspicions, “We’re talking about time travel here. Either it’s all a joke, or none of it is.” Explains Bruce, suddenly smiling as he lifts his attention back over to Scott, “We’re good!” He shouts with a positive thumbs up of that prominently famous green.

“Oh we’re so fucked.” You mutter humorously while Natasha shares an uncertain look with you.

“Get your helmet on.” States Banner as Scott does just that, “Scott, I’m gonna send you back a week...let you walk around for an hour, then bring you back in 10 seconds. Make sense?”

Scott smiles brightly, waving him off with confidence, “Perfectly not confusing.” He muses with an almost annoyingly positive expression.

“Good luck Scott. You got this.” Encourages Steve while Scott grins proudly. “You’re right. I do, Captain America.” Then just like that’s he’s gone, sucked into the reactor like a crumb into a vacuum cleaner.

“On a count of three..” Begins Banner, “Three, two, one.” Bruce flips some switches as the machine whirs before a second later and there’s Scott. In the body of a teen. “Uh, guys? This doesn’t feel right.” Worries teen Scott as his brows furrow in confusion, clearly not aware of how he looks. This just got interesting.

“What’s going on?” Questions Steve as Bruce urgently flicks more switches. “Who is that?” Wonders Natasha as you snort at teen Scott, snickering at how absolutely ridiculous your life is becoming and the weird shit you’re adding to the list.

“Oh my god he looks so innocent, like before the world hurt him.” You muse as Natasha’s brows raise in bewilderment, giving you a side glance as she focuses back on the person in question. “Is that, Scott?”

“Yes, it’s Scott!” Protests the sassy little 14 year old before whoosh and he’s gone once again while Banner squats down out of view to mess with some more buttons. A hot second later Scott’s back, this time looking significantly different.

“Oh, my back!” Complains the short wrinkly 80 year old man, Steve sending the back of Bruce a troubled look, “What is this?”

“Hold on a second. Could I get a little space guys.”

Steve hastily jogs around Bruce as he makes his way over to you and Nat, “Yeah, yeah, yeah. Can you bring him back?”

“I’m working on it.” Mumbles Banner with underlying urgency as he flicks more switches in hopes of getting a better result, whoosh, and Scott’s gone again before reappearing as a...

“It’s a baby.” Deadpans Steve in astonishment.

You burst with laughter, “It’s Scott! Let’s just keep him this way so we don’t have to hear him ramble about how amazing you are, Captain America.” You tease playfully as Steve throws you a what-the-fuck kinda expression. “Y/N! He’s a baby!”

“He‘ll grow.” Adds Bruce as you shrug in agreement. Crossing your arms as you study baby Scott, “Steve you can change the diapers.”

“Bring Scott back.” Urges Steve as he ignores you and Banners amusement of the situation.

“Alright fine.” Chides Bruce, “When I say kill the power, kill the power.”

Natasha rushes past you while mumbling, “Oh, my God.” As you await for Bruce’s fantastic technological skills.

“And....kill it!” Natasha turns the breaker switch downwards and a moment later Scott’s back, this time fully Scott. Whether that’s good or not is debatable.

He stands there, arms open and face twisted in confusion, “Somebody peed my pants. But I don’t know if it was baby me or old me.......Or just...me me.” Speculates Scott as you snort in amusement.

“It was probably just you.”

He sends you an unsure look that’s half offended yet he can’t exactly counter that claim considering he’s just jumped between three different age groups of himself. Bruce claps his hands together before spreading his arms out wide in excitement, “Time travel!” He shouts enthusiastically as Steve shakes his head before turning to walk elsewhere, “What?” Wonders Bruce, “I see this as an absolute win. 

——

In the following weeks after Banner’s half-successful attempt at legitimate time travel, Tony and Rocket have been toiling away tirelessly on Starks actual time machine since he’s agreed to help fix the mess that Thanos left behind. The Avengers base has honestly never been busier; with Tony, Banner, and Rocket working on the giant machine. Everyone else is going about their business helping when needed and hoping for good news.

So here you are now, in the middle of the night with all light sources retired for the evening, hanging out in the kitchen with a bowl of watermelon chunks in your hand, and greatly enjoying the recently rare peace and quiet. Though soon your silent midnight snacking is disrupted when the sounds of human feet padding on tile reaches your ears from down the hallway. Dammit.

The lights flicker on in an instant, blinding your vision for a brief moment before they adjust accordingly to find the blue eyes of Steve, he yelps in surprise, hand holding his chest as he relaxes once more when he realizes it’s just you. Then he does a double take, considering you’re seated crossed legged on the counter with a bowl of watermelon, “Uh, hey there Y/N.”

You nod, awkwardly taking a bite out of your snack, “Steve.”

He raises a curious brow, deciding to step farther into the large kitchen area, “Huh, never seen anyone eat watermelon like that before, but I respect it.” Says the blonde, nodding towards the chopsticks held in your right hand.

“Yeah. Less of a mess.” He nods before taking a Gatorade out of the fridge, “Mind if I sit?”

“Go for it.” He nods before promptly seating himself next to the marble table. “So, eating in the dark? Your inner night owl keeping you from sleeping again?”

You shrug, “I can kinda see in the dark so....yeah, a bit of a night owl.” You admit with a growing frown, not sure why you suddenly feel so down in the dumbs again, “....guess I haven’t really slept well for some time now....well, now since I think about it actually, I probably don’t get as much sleep as your average person.”

“I get that, yeah....I know what you mean.” Lightly chuckles Steve in understanding, taking a small moment of silence to let his mind think of something to sway the atmosphere away from an awkward tension. Parting his eyes away from his clasped hands, he looks up to meet your stoic gaze, “You think all this is possible? I mean they’ve made some real progress and I guess Tony really knows what he’s doing. Still after all this time I can’t help but find it amazing.”

Pursing your lips together in thought, you let a small sigh emit from your parted lips before answering, “I hope so, cause if not. Well, guess that would be as expected.” You admit with a frown, “Maybe that’s just how it’s supposed to go....a fitting punishment for my lengthy list of crimes. I guess that’s fair.”

“I don’t believe that for a second.” Counters Steve as he sends you a sympathetic look, “What happened to you isn’t your fault, neither is what they made you do, or everything Thanos did to the universe....”

“Yeah, guess you’re probably right....it’s just...just so difficult to move on you know? From all of it, everything swirling in my head, and even though it’s been five fucking years now. I still think of that shit, even worse, I still think of Bucky every single day, I miss him.....I just, I miss all of them.” You admit sadly, setting your snack down as Steve takes a moment to reflect on his own losses.

Suddenly his lips curl into a humored smile as he shakes his head, eyes looking down at the table before they connect with your curious ones, “God he was so different back in the 40’s....Y/N you wouldn’t believe the stuff we got up to, jeesh, the stuff he got up to.” Chuckles Steve as you raise an intrigued brow. 

“Alright Rogers care to elaborate?” You press with a growing smile at the thought of Bucky and learning more about him, “Bucky never told me a whole lot about that time. Considering he’ll probably never get the chance, I think I’d like to learn more about him and what shit you people did back then.”

“Aren’t you from the 1950′s?” Inquires Steve with a humored grin as you wave him off.

“Yeah, yeah, I was a baby back then I don’t remember what happened okay,” You explain, “I was born in 53 alright, and let’s not forget I didn’t exactly have a normal childhood.”

Steve nods, “Right. Fair point.....Okay so..” He laughs, “There was this one time and if you knew me back in the day, of course I was getting in an unsolicited scuffle with some boys who thought it was funny to argue with the paperboy.”

Raising a brow, you begin to smile as his eyes light up, “An unsolicited scuffle?” You muse, “Or is this when skinny Steve got his ass kicked by a couple of mangy dogs?”

“Dogs. Yeah that’s probably more fitting, well you know, of course I had to step in and do something.”

“As expected.” You quickly add as he continues.

“Which I did. And let me tell you they were not a fan. Those assholes ran me for two blocks till I got cornered in some market when who would you know it.....Bucky was there, taking some cute strawberry blonde out for a date while he got groceries for his mom.” Chuckles Steve, blue eyes shimmering with the humorous memories coming back to him about his old friend.

You heart subconsciously swells with the thought of Bucky, “Clever man. Sweet talk your girl while doing something useful.”

“Exactly. I would have gotten a bloody nose if he hadn’t thrown a tomato right at the biggest guys head. That thing coated his hair like red paint, then...” Steve balls his fist as he presses it against his mouth to try and keep himself from losing it with laughter, “...then, his friend turned around and smack! Another tomato right in his face.”

Snickering in amusement, you run a hand down the side of your face at the vivid image forming in your head, “oh Bucky..”

“It was pretty damn accurate too. The other guy booked it down the sidewalk before Buck could get him. Then when he started walking towards us, the other guys took off like a couple of scared birds....fortunately leaving me with no bruises that day.” Says Steve proudly, no doubt thinking fondly on that old memory, “Then of course he told me I gotta be more careful and all that stuff, I said I was fine and he want back to shopping with that girl......huh, don’t think I ever saw her again, well....at least with him.”

“Don’t blame her, he sounded like a real ladies man back in the day, she probably got too jealous.” You joke with a small brow wiggle before your smile lessens again, God you miss him so fucking much, “Thanks Steve.....he seemed, so different. It’s just when I knew him, when I first met him that is, Bucky was very different.”

Steve’s face looses it’s once vibrant glow, he keeps a steady gaze set on you now, knowing your time with him was such a chilling contrast to Bucky in the 40’s. You sigh, “I think I would have liked to see that version of Bucky just once, but I liked the Bucky I got after everything we went through.....after everything’s that’s happened. Maybe 40’s Bucky wouldn’t even look in my direction, I’d probably scare the socks off of him anyways.”

Steve shakes his head, “No way Y/N, you’d have him wrapped around your finger so fast, not a doubt in my mind he’d do anything for you in a heartbeat. That’s just who he was, a player yes, but a kind one who treated everyone with respect through that famous charm of his.....and you, you’d have caught his attention in an instant.”

Looking down at your hands, you raise the corner of your lips into a small half grin at the thought of Sergeant Barnes losing it all to the dangerous vixen that is no doubt yourself, now that’s an interesting thought indeed. Bucky in the 40′s, how about that.

“Maybe you’re right, maybe you’re not....but I know one thing. That I’m glad to have even known him at all, he was...so special and he didn’t even know it.” You pause for a moment, lips pursing together as you think fondly of your past lover. Steve keeps silent, studying your disheartened features as you gather your words, “So if, if they can somehow do this....if it’s even actually possible to get those fucking stones again. I’ll do whatever it takes, Steve.”

Whatever it takes.

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First off, welcome! I’m so excited to see Persona 5 content still being made! I can’t wait to see this blog take off!

If you don’t mind me asking, got any headcanons for Ryuji having a big ol crush on a childhood best friend?

A/N; this came out a bit more angsty in some parts than I intended for it to, but I tried to keep the majority of it on the fluffy, lighthearted side. thank you for the request!

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Ryuji Sakamoto [Skull] crushing on his childhood best friend;

Ryuji is absolutely awful at hiding his feelings. He thanks his lucky stars if you happen to be particularly oblivious because he's almost on constant edge of letting it slip out, unsure of how long he could last if you were on the more perceptive side.

He's actually pretty quick to accept his feelings, even if he feels conflicted over them. It takes a few days of trying to fight them off, attempting to convince himself he just really likes you - but eventually he comes to terms with the fact that he no longer sees you only platonically.

Ryuji is.... pretty torn up over it. You two have known each other since you were children - single digit ages! - and you're the closest thing to a sibling he's ever had. You're his absolute best friend, and he's never viewed you as more than such - so the sudden budding of romantic feelings throws him for a curve, to say the least.

He fears losing you if his feelings come out and are unreciprocated; the thought of potentially spoiling the tight-knit friendship you two have had since you were younger if his one-sided feelings made you uncomfortable being his biggest fear. It’s why he tries to keep his feelings a heavily guarded secret: he’d rather lose out on having you as his significant other than lose out on having you at all.

Considering this closeness, you're the one Ryuji trusts the most with his feelings, rarely feeling shame for opening up to you. Had he been crushing on anyone else, he easily would've told you about it - !

It's almost comically awkward; many moments crop up where you can tell something is really on his mind, and your teasing remarks questioning if he's got a special someone on his mind did nothing but make him grow embarrassed, his face redder than it had been - “Shuddup!”

Another fear keeping him from telling you is your reputation. Lord knows what people say about you just being his friend, especially after the falling out with the track team, but as a couple? You've put up with jabs here and there, letting the insinuations from students and teachers alike that you're probably as equal a delinquent as he is just for being friends with him roll right off your back, and while you always insisted that you didn't care in the slightest, Ryuji doesn't want you or your reputation to suffer any more because of him.

He becomes extremely protective over you once he accepts his feelings. He was already pretty protective over you when his feelings for you were only platonic, having no problem standing up for you if someone was giving you shit, even if you were more than capable of standing up for yourself. The resulting scuffles between him and the antagonists were always more than worth it in his eyes, but you'd always chide him for being so impulsive and reckless, though you both knew your respective actions were only out of care for the other.

He starts inviting you out more often than usual, as often as he can without coming across as clingy; arcades, Ogikubo’s ramen shops, Dome Town, his place (his mom absolutely loves you and is always more than happy to have you over) - you two were already practically glued to each other beforehand, but as his feelings for you grew, his heart would skip a beat whenever the opportunity to spend more time in your presence arose. He always makes sure he has enough money on him for the outings to be his treat, as well.

While he won’t show it, he does get jealous if he thinks you’re interested in someone else. His jealousy is shown through an increase in his protectiveness over you; vetting the hell out of whoever it is he thinks you have eyes for. Though that’s not to say it’s easy for him, because it isn’t at all - to Ryuji, regardless of whether or not it’s him you’re interested in, your happiness and safety are his top priorities. He’d rather be dammed than see you end up hurt.

Assuming his feelings develop during the events of the game, after awhile they become too strong to keep bottled up, and he ends up talking to Ann and/or Akira about it. He trusts the both of them the most out of the Thieves, and figures that if anyone could offer tips and advice on that sort of thing, it was those two.

Many times does he come close to blurting his feelings out, especially when the two of you are alone. Just having you next to him is enough to get his mind racing, especially whenever you touch him; even something as innocent as a punch to the shoulder after he retold the same dumb joke you’ve already heard a million times gets his heart pounding.

In all actuality, when his confession does eventually come, it’s much more soft, albeit a bit hesitant in tone. It’s most likely late in the evening when it’s just you two alone and he feels the moment is right.

Ryuji knows he’s not the smoothest with words even at the best of times, but it doesn’t stop him from taking a breath and trying to gather his composure, nudging your preoccupied self gently with his elbow to get your attention with a quiet “Hey,”

"I.... Listen. You've been with me through thick and thin, y'know? You've been puttin' up with a lot 'cause of me, and.... I never wanna lose you. I don’t know if ya get what I mean, and I get it if you can't see yourself feelin' the same but.... I want more with you."

#persona 5 #p5 #persona 5 heacanons #p5 headcanons #persona 5 x reader #p5 x reader #persona 5 imagines #p5 imagines #persona 5 scenarios #p5 scenarios #ryuji sakamoto #ryuji sakamoto x reader #ryuji sakamoto headcanons

[silv3rswirls]

I love you too much to date you

Anon asks: I love your writings so much! Can I ask if I can give you a sentence to write on? “I love you too much to date you” idk I guess thinking about how you can love someone so much as a friend that it’s hard to think about dating them either because you’re scared it would ruin it all or your love for them is just so solid. Can be angst fluffy whatever works for you!

Note: Thank you so much for requesting! I had a lot of fun writing for this prompt, so sorry it took me a while to get to it!

Pairing: Kim Seokjin & reader

Summary: “I love you too much to date you.”

Word count: 800

Warnings: Slight angst

“It’s nothing” Jin smiled, brushing away Namjoon’s concerned looks as the group dispersed for their break. He lingered for a moment with Namjoon, offering a small smile as the leader asked what was wrong and why he seemed to be so off during rehearsal today. Jin assured that nothing was wrong, he was just having a bit of an off day, but he would pull it together for the last leg of practice. Namjoon let Jin wander off to rest, leaving the vocalist to sit down beside his bag and rummage for his phone. He ignored Jimin and Jungkook’s playing beside him and unlocked his device. The corners of his lips immediately tugged into a frown as he found your recent texts waiting for him.

It’s not that he wanted to ignore you. He just...needed some time to think. Of course, he couldn’t tell you that, he didn’t feel comfortable telling you anything of how he had been feeling recently. Luckily, for once, his busy schedule did him some good. He hadn’t seen you in person in almost two weeks. Normally that would feel like too long to go without a small meet-up at least. You were one of his best friends, he had known you for what felt like forever. You had been there before he had even auditioned for BigHit and stuck around through his training and debut days. Even now, so long into his career, you were still there as his best friend and he was grateful for that. He loved you.

Maybe he loved you just a little too much.

You were always best friends. You were one of the important people in his life, he loved you; but why did he have to realize he was in love with you? The last few times you were together he found his stare lingering just a little too long, his heart thumped harder than normal and he found himself wanting to pull you in to hold you tight and never let go. He hadn’t realized just how wild his thoughts had been running until later that night when he was tucked into bed and left alone to think. It hit him hard when he realized that he had developed a romantic interest that seemed to be getting worse and worse the more he thought about you. The fear of telling you how he felt and potentially ruining the long-built friendship he had with your set in fast. He had momentarily entertained his daydreams of being your lover; imagining what it would feel like to call you his girlfriend, to hold your hand and take you out on an actual date.

Should I take this chance while I still can and tell her that I love her? Or will I drift apart from her?

What you had was so special, he didn't want to damage it in any way. If this friendship were to burn out because of him...Jin wasn’t sure what he would do.

Jin saw that he had two practical options. He could tell you how much he loved you, take that risk, and just bet his whole life of it; or he could just pretend he didn’t, lie to himself and her, but protect the friendship. It was thinking about this decision that was throwing him off today and the day before. He was conflicted, almost guilty for how he was feeling. He didn’t really feel like confiding in the others, not now at least. Because it should be a simple choice: he should take a step away and keep you at his friend. He could still love you that way, still have you in his life. He knew any one of the others would encourage him to open up about his newly sprouted feelings and he wasn’t sure if he could handle hearing it from them.

Jin sighed and ran his hand through his hair, decided to just tell you that he had been too busy and not feeling the best lately, not to worry about him, and that he hoped you could meet up soon.

Y/n he thought, hoping you weren’t upset with his subtle way of blowing you off again. I love you too much to date you. He wished he could just say that to you, get it off his chest, and go on as nothing happened. Sadly, that wasn’t how feelings worked. It would be okay he told himself, he would take some time to get his emotions back in check. Things would go on as usual after that as if nothing happened. Hopefully, as far as you could tell, nothing odd was happening.

It’s better this way, he tried to convince himself. He would always be your best friend, supporting and taking care of you in his own way. He could manage just that.

At least, he hoped he could.

#bts #bts x reader #bts imagines #bts reactions #bts fanfic #kim seokjin #bts jin #kim seokjin x reader #kim seokjin imagine #seokjin x reader #seokjin imagine #bts angst #seokjin angst

[magnumdays]

Magnum PI 3.13 - Cry Murder review

I’m not sure I need to say something about this episode. I mean you all saw it. It was just good. Frankly all of season 3 serves a ‘Atta girl’. You're going above and beyond. And this episode... pure gold!

Seriously I had to think for like 5 minutes for something to put on my 'like less' points because this was fantastic (and that one thing was ‘where my Ferrari? I luv Ferrari, me wanna see rarrri’ uhm yeah, my brain is part fluffy baby mush currently, you have been warned this review might be a tad bit off)! 

Every moment was on point. We got 2 adorable story-lines and a good case. 

Because it’s the least exciting and I’m feeling contrary, let’s talk about the case first. Because this could the start of a beautiful and lucrative friendship...

You see some insurance companies have “recovery specialists” inhouse and some hire PIs for bigger claims / stolen stuff / prove their clients are lying. Insurance companies, as mentioned on the show, also have money. Like lots. (Trust me, I worked as a temp at an insurance company and the money they throw around is ridiculous.)

If the show was smart they could have this lady be regularly brining them cases to do with weird insurance stuff. It could make for some pretty interesting conflict further down the line too because they’re helping the fat cats suddenly rather than the underdogs.

(I’d also like to point out that they actually stopped/ revealed a planed insurance fraud so they should still get paid a chunk for that, different firms have different policies but they should get more than their daily rate + expenses. Just saying.)

Also I want more of the cute insurance chick looking at Magnum all 'he’s fine' and Higgy not liking it. Seriously, if Ethan is going to stick around into season 4 Magnum needs a faux love interest too. 

#wearenotpleased

Even though this episode wasn’t very case focused, what we got was fun and a little twisty and just a good backdrop for the rest of the stuff. Of course they had to throw in a murder but still PI appropriate. I wish they’d do more smaller cases where no one dies or a million dollars is missing (more kind of Burn Notice inspired) where maybe the cops can’t help because the case isn’t ‘serious enough’ but is still ruining the person’s life.

Next up is Magnum getting his finger stuck in the mouse trap, telling Higgy about his pet mouse and then at the ends Juliet giving Magnum a mouse! Roberto the II! Does it get more adorable? IDK.

I love how Higgy is trying. She’s not quite sure how to express herself or how do thing always because she’s so out of practice and probably never had to before (quite the Magnum makes her want to) but she really cares so much even though she’s piss poor at expressing it sometimes. 

Them talking about wanting kids themselves was just... come on! Don’t make me want babies ever after for these two anymore than I already do!  Also two instances of Magnum/Higgy being mistaken for a couple and this lady thinking the baby is theirs? If season 7 don’t end with these idiots married and expecting a baby I will seriously strangle someone. 

 Other golden nuggets in this episode

Juliet singing and playing peekaboo on the phone.

Hiapo’s mom being “they seem like a really nice couple”

(”Not a couple?” #shook.)

TC + Rick being the cutest with the baby! Rick making a baby carrier thing from a backpack? It was just so perfect! As good as shopping cart for a stroller! 

Magnum and Juliet actually being out of breath after running (!!) 

(because authentic! But must have been totally weird to film because how do you fake being out of breath? Run a block before each shoot?)

and the heart-eyes. So many heart-eye moments this episode.

The whole gang saying they want to keep being part of Hiapo's life and then more heart-eyes! 

I really do hope we get to see Hiapo in the next season, even just for a minute. Same with Roberto the Mouse. But they have been a lot better with continuity and bringing things back so maybe!

Yeah. This was possibly one of my favorite episodes of late. It was also on my wish list for season 3 (a baby/kid episode)!

Only minus I got for today is the fact that title is a little lackluster and I missed the Ferrari (but the Porsche is nice too!). I'd love to have a scene of Magnum trying to put the baby seat in the Ferrari and Higgy being all. "That's not going to work." (fic idea...)

Also next week promo is kind of vague and the summary (“A psychic hires Magnum and Higgins to prevent a murder she claims to have foreseen... ....and Higgins struggles with whether or not to tell Ethan the truth about her past”) makes me think we’ll get at scene or two with Ethan but let’s pray we’ll get mostly our faves bickering about psychics, how predicting the future is impossible and them talking about whether she should or not tell Ethan about her spy life! 

I wonder if she really will, because next week is the second to last of the episode (OMG only 2 more episodes of Magnum this season? How will I survive?). If she is supposed to ride off into the sunset with Ethan (or start to and then change her mind?) they can’t really have him be all that upset about it? Not that I think he would but maybe it would throw him for a bit of a curve ball since I figure Richard would be one of the things she told him about... 

Also wondering how it will come up? I’m picturing them walking along a dark street after a nice dinner and a guy tries to rob them (at gun point) and Higgy does a ninja move and takes his gun and is all “run along now before I shoot you” while Ethan does a Surprised Pikachu face. Then Magnum calls with a case and she’s like “Um, gotta go, we’ll talk about this later alright?” #IGotMyPrioritiesStraight

Last thing, bummer about the MacGyver cancelation. Selfishly (because while I like MacGyver, Magnum is my baby) I’m thinking this ups the odds of Magnum getting season 4 (and it does look kind of hopeful from what I was seeing on insta/twitter from someone higher ups, right?) I still signed the petition for season 6 for MacGyver because they deserve at least a last half season to wrap it up nicely!

#magnum pi #miggy #magnum pi 3.13 #cry murder #pure gold #favorite episode #Thomas Magnum #Juliet higgins X Thomas Magnum #baby #juliet higgins #the baby episode

[nbrook29]

love you to the moon and to saturn

This is part 4 of my Sander in NYC ‘verse. I posted it on ao3, but recently I’ve also been posting my fics on tumblr so here it is 😌

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 

Warnings: mild sexual content

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Saturday, 10:00

His sleep was anxious, mind too preoccupied with stress to allow him to get a proper rest. The wake up was even worse as mere seconds after he blinked the sleep away from his tired eyes the memories of last night crept back in, flooding him with worry and making his brain replay the argument over and over again like a broken cassette. And then he checked his phone only to find a string of messages and missed calls, all from Sander, causing his stomach to twist with nerves at what they were going to say. 

His abrupt leaving had been a dick move and if Sander was pissed, Robbe knew he couldn’t blame him. So he stalled, finger barely swiping at the screen as he was unsure whether to unlock it and face the consequences or maybe throw the phone back on his bedside table and bury himself under the covers to wait for his courage to come back and for his nerves to settle.

Heaving a sigh, he chose option number one because it was the only rational one. 

He tapped Sander’s photo, holding his breath without even registering it.

Two seconds later he knew.

He didn’t need to worry.

 Sunday 13:00

Robbe hides another smile into his glass at the thought of yesterday’s evening, trying to focus on what Marie is saying. She’s talking animatedly about a guy she met at her new internship, hearts almost flowing out of her eyes as she swoons on the wooden stool and sips her black coffee. She’s the kind of girl who falls in love quickly and falls out of love just as quick. Across from where he’s sitting, he sees Fien and Lucas rolling their eyes at her exaggerated lovesick sighes making him snort in his marshmallow latte.

“Weren’t you obsessed with that lanky guy from Starbucks last week? What happened to him?”

Marie shrugs, tossing her long brown hair back from her shoulders. “I decided he was too old for me.”

“Didn’t you say he was 21?” Robbe interjects with amusement, remembering their group messenger chat he caught up with this morning.

“Exactly!” 

They all start bickering about the appropriate age difference in relationships, Robbe watching them as he munches happily on one of the soggy marshmallows he fished out from his cup, trying not to giggle at Lucas’ scandalized face at Marie calling 21 old. Robbe knows from the many stories Lucas has shared so far that his own boyfriend is a senior at college so his reaction is even more entertaining because of that.

It feels good to be around them again, Robbe thinks to himself. He’s been canceling on them way too often those last few weeks and he still feels guilty about it. They’re a fun bunch, their bantery dynamic established since day one when they all chose the middle row to sit in during their morning classes, and then promptly spent half of it bonding over the outrageous occurrence that was the absence of a coffee shop on the campus. Not long after, Robbe also discovered that apart from the passion for filmmaking, they all also like skateboarding. After that, the rest was history.

They were for sure a nice distraction from Robbe’s intrusive thoughts in the beginning of the semester. He lucked out, finding his group, his people, so early on in his college journey. But at some point even their goofiness and honest attempts at cheering him up weren’t enough. Not since the news from Sander came that he’s staying in New York until February and since the thing with Jens.

Now, observing them from over his half-drunk coffee, lips twitching at some of the more creative but still lowkey insults Marie and Lucas throw at each other, he realizes he has really missed them. They’re like siblings, the two of them, constantly bickering and teasing one another, but it’s all good-natured and amusing to watch. 

“Oh my god, let it go, children, for the love of god,” Fien cuts in abruptly, before turning her big expectant eyes on Robbe, twirling a lock of her hair around her finger and adding innocently, “I’d finally like to hear about Sobbe’s makeup.”

Heat rushes to Robbe’s cheeks and he scratches at the back of his neck, bashful all of a sudden. She’s the number one fangirl of his relationship, he has learned recently, but in a cute way, not creepy like Aaron sometimes used to be with his invasive questions. She always moans about being forever single, pouting at Robbe for some fluffy snippets and claiming in faux-seriousness that he owes it to the world to share them with others for being lucky enough to have a fairytale-like love story. 

Robbe has never disclosed to them how unfairytale-like some of the details are because it’s not his story to tell. But he really likes her so he always indulges her, usually after a bit of teasing. And, sue him, but he’s proud of his relationship and the fact that he of all people can call Sander his boyfriend, so even if he brags a little, he thinks he has good reasons for it. 

(He’s still kinda smug when he thinks about the time when he showed the three of them a photo of Sander, a pleased little smile on his face at their reactions and playful threats of stealing him for themselves.)

“Oh yeah, I wanna know too,” Marie agrees excitedly, scooting her chair closer to him. “You’ve been all smiley ever since you came over here so I’m guessing that hottie of yours did something right,” she ends on a teasing note, her waggling eyebrows leaving Robbe no doubts she expects some saucy details.

“Oh my god, stop,” he groans as he hides his face in his hands, his friends giggling at his embarrassment. “It wasn’t like that! We just… finally talked things out.”

 Saturday, 18:00 (flashback to last night)

Robbe’s been gnawing on his bottom lip relentlessly, completely unaware, to the point it’s a few bites away from drawing blood. He can’t help but feel nervous, the cursor hovering over the 'accept' button as he's rolling his eyes on himself internally, telling himself to stop making a bigger deal out of this that it needs to be. There is a bit of embarrassment clouding his logical reasoning to be honest, embarrassment about his overreaction last night.

Was it an overreaction? He's still not completely sure, but it's not like avoiding the situation is going to magically fix everything between them. Even though he'd really like that. It feels so awkward to be in this position. Robbe doesn't know what the protocol here is. They bicker, quite often even. Fight a little too, stomping off out of each other’s room grumpily but only over stupid stuff, nothing like this.

He's walking on an unknown ground just hoping he's not going to make things worse. He desperately needs their dynamic back because he's already over it. 

Not being able to share the most mundane every day stuff with each other over texts to joke about it, rile the other up or just vent about something stupid like their coffees not being hot enough on a given rainy morning sucks.

So he takes a deep breath and clicks on the button before he works himself into a never-ending second-guessing.

When Sander says a soft hi and smiles at him with the usual warmth in his eyes, something akin to relief courses through him from head to toe. 

He gives him his own tentative smile and a short hi, pushing himself higher against the pillows. Before Sander can say anything more, he lets go of what has been weighing down on him the entire day.

“I’m sorry,” he starts, contrite. “About yesterday. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have just logged off like that without explanation. And then ignore your messages,” he adds after a pause because that’s what he feels most guilty about. He knows he’d freak out if Sander just cut him off without giving him an opportunity to talk things out, would worry himself sick. 

Sander looks conflicted, brows knitted together, like a part of him wants to reassure Robbe because it's in his nature, but the other part is genuinely hurt. Robbe doesn't want compassion. Not for that, because he knows he doesn’t deserve it. Causing Sander distress is the last thing he wants.

"Yeah, it did suck," he finally admits after a moment passes, and Robbe finds comfort in his honesty. It’s a good start. They won’t get anywhere with false niceties and pretending everything’s fine. Robbe tried pretending, yesterday and most of their calls before that, and it got them where they are now.

“I mean, I know you didn’t want to talk about your problems yesterday,” pausing, he scrunches up his nose a bit, “but maybe next time just don’t log off so abruptly so I know you’re okay?” his voice tilts on a hopeful note.

Robbe just nods, feeling shameful, hating that there’s not much more that he can do when he’s talking to him through his computer, and can’t exactly reach out to cuddle up to Sander’s side or kiss the underside of his jaw as a silent apology to then stay close for the rest of the evening as they heal together. 

It’s frustrating and disheartening, but it affects them both the same amount and Robbe needs to remember that. Because the truth is, Sander didn’t exactly give him a legitimate reason to doubt him or to think he didn’t miss him. Those full of hurt eyes Sander gave him yesterday at the suggestion have been eating away at him all day.

Robbe just got swallowed by his own insecurities and let the little things that bothered him consume him all instead of, well. Communicating.

Sander was right yesterday. Of course he was.

He knows he has some more apologies to give.

“I’m also sorry for not telling you earlier how I felt,” he keeps pouring his heart out, “and for, you know, assuming you don’t miss me much, and-”

“Woah, hey,” Sander stops him before he can get himself deeper into the spiral. “Robbe, I fucked up too, don’t take it all on yourself.” He adjusts his laptop and Robbe can see his face clearer now, his eyes bloodshot and tired, a clear sign of a sleepless night, and the guilt clogs his throat even more now.

“I should have seen something wasn’t right.” When Robbe shakes his head and goes back to apologizing, Sander shoots him a pointed look that makes him shut up. “I should have, don’t deny it. You know, I took a long walk yesterday after you hung up, to clear my head, but also to get a perspective on our latest talks. And I felt so dumb for not realizing you were not doing okay.”

“Sander, I don’t expect you to read my mind,” Robbe tries to joke, but it falls flat even in his own ears. But he can’t bear those big regretful eyes on him. He doesn't deserve them.

“Baby, I’m sorry I haven’t been there for you the way you needed me to. Please tell me now? What’s been bothering you, hmm?” 

Robbe scrubs his face trying to collect his thoughts, to find a concise way to get everything out of his chest, but he doesn’t know where to start.

“It may take a while.”

Sander makes a show of fluffing the pillow he placed against his back and getting himself more comfortable on his bed, sighing with contentment for a better effect. 

“Look, I’m in my comfy clothes, got an energy drink on my nightstand, the computer battery is full and I told everyone I’m busy so they won’t nag me with anything. I’m all yours today.” He gives him an encouraging smile, fondness etched into every crevice of his face.

Robbe’s heart does a little skip at his words, Sander’s demeanor so comforting that he feels the last pieces of apprehension ebbing away, the need to vent overpowering the hesitation of showing his vulnerability. 

“I think I just found myself overwhelmed with some things,” he admits quietly, picking at his nail, an absent-minded habit when he’s nervous, as he’s trying to find the right words. “A lot has changed in those last few months, almost all at once, and I kinda have trouble coping. And like,” he scoffs at himself, “I’m angry with myself ‘cause I should be enjoying most of it, being in college and majoring in something that I actually like, and it’s great, but I can’t help but focus on all the things that are different now, things that are not so great.”

Before continuing, he flicks his gaze to Sander for a second, only to then cast his eyes back to his lap. “The last two years with you were the happiest of my life, you know? After years of bullshit and constant misery and pretending to be somebody I wasn’t I-,” he sighs, bittersweet smile on his lips,”I finally found my person, you know?”

Sander mirrors his smile, but he’s frowning a little. “But you still have me,” he reminds him softly.

“I know, but it sucks when I can’t just, I don’t know, snuggle up you and forget about stuff. It’s all your fault, by the way, you’ve been too good to me and now I have withdrawal symptoms,” he pouts, and hears Sander chuckling on the other side of the screen.

“You have no idea how much I wish virtual hugs were a thing. And kisses, oh my god, kisses too. I’m so kiss-deprived. Once I finally get my hands on you, I won’t let you go for a week.”

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

For a short moment, Sander manages to bring a genuine smile on his face, but it quickly disappears when the reality sets back in. There are still almost four long months to get through. He watches Sander’s smile slipping off his face slowly and he knows they’re both thinking about it.

The boy sighs deeply. “You know, sometimes I feel like it was a mistake to-”

Robbe’s eyes snap to him. “No, no, no, don’t think that, it wasn’t a mistake. Please don’t feel guilty or something, that’s the last thing I want you to do,” he stresses. Sander still looks conflicted, and fuck, this is exactly what Robbe wanted to avoid.

“Hey, I’m serious. Look, you not being here is tough, but like I said, it’s just things piling up, changing. Shit like school work that has been piling up and me getting so stressed about the end-of-the-semester project because I still haven’t figured out the details. Plus people moving away, all of that makes it difficult for me to adjust. So don’t go thinking it’s because you’re the center of my universe or something,” he ends his rambling with a feigned-offended huff and Sander easily lets them slip into their usual banter.

“I’m not?! Wow, the things a guy finds out after being such a devoted and doting and loving boyfriend.” He wipes the imaginary tear, letting out a long-suffering sigh. “Such a menace, breaking my heart in half on this lovely Saturday afternoon.” He purses his lips in offence and Robbe is grateful for Sander’s attempt to lift the mood, trying to be upbeat.

He feels a tug in his chest thinking about how if Sander was here, he’d be tackling him to the nearest surface to shut him up with tickles and loud smooches and playful jabs in the sides and how they would make much more noise than necessary, acting like the rambunctious teens they are.

That’s going to have to wait too. But he discovers this thought doesn’t hurt as much as it would have yesterday because their conversation right now, this opportunity to vent and Sander’s texts last night, all of it makes him feel better, helps him see he’s not alone.

“I love you,” he blurts out all of a sudden, and it’s something he’s wanted to say since he read his heartfelt texts this morning that almost made him cry in relief.

Sander blinks a couple times, surprised, but then his previously playful face melts into such a fond look it makes Robbe blush like it was the first time he said it.

The I love you too comes right away, soft and quiet, like he’s telling a secret, and it’s heart-stoppingly precious.

To keep himself from drowning in fuzzy feelings, he shoots him a private little smile and steers the conversation back to his friends, telling him how it sucks that it’s they all now live away and how unexpectedly difficult it is to meet up. Robbe’s used to basically having everyone at arm-reach.

“We do video call, obviously, but you know, Milan is all loved up with Ralph in Amsterdam and not that keen on leaving their love nest and Zoe and Senne keep traveling between Genk and Ghent, which with Zoe’s coursework and internship is already a struggle. I don’t think they’re doing that well, actually,” he winces, remembering their last conversation.

If during freshman year somebody had told Robbe who his best friends were going to be, he’d looked at them as if they had grown two heads. Because for real, Jana’s new friend and her roommate? And school’s fuckboy? 

But life’s funny like that sometimes. Moving into their apartment in his sophomore year has been one of the best decisions he’s ever made. His number one best decision is currently frowning at him from his dirty screen.

“Oh, that sucks. Do you think they’ll work it out?” 

Robbe sighs deeply, propping his chin on the heel of his palm. “Senne has been thinking about finding a job in Genk so I hope so.”

Sander huffs a laugh suddenly, shaking his head. “Wow, I wish I was in his place and there were only 2 hours between us, instead of a whole ass ocean.”

“Yeah, I think once you’re back we’re gonna have a master's degree in that long distance bullshit,” Robbe smiles at him wistfully. 

“Ugh, never again though. You’re not getting rid of me, it sucks without you, Robin.” He sounds so grumpy Robbe can’t help the short giggle that escapes him, but deep down he’s happy they both share that sentiment.

They’re staring at each other now, enjoying the moment before Sander shoots him a knowing look. “You haven’t mentioned Jens.”

That sobers him up enough for the fuzzy feelings to disappear from his stomach. 

Jens. There’s not much to talk about really. And isn’t that a punch-in-a gut kind of truth considering it was his best friend? Isn’t it heartbreaking that Robbe didn’t even feel like fighting for that relationship and there’s a nagging voice in his head telling him that Jens didn’t either? Just a regular heated argument was enough to finally cut that last string, to put a stop to a friendship that had been hanging by a thread long before. Not that they had noticed.

He felt awful, afterwards. More alone than ever before. But deep down he knew it had only been a matter of time. He just wished Sander had been there to pick up the pieces.

“Sorry I didn’t tell you sooner,” Robbe winces, going back to apologizing once he translates his feelings to words the best he can, hoping he made Sander understand.

The boy pulls a face at him, eyes narrowed as he pretends to give him a stern look. “Enough with apologizing today, okay?” He waits until Robbe nods, albeit begrudgingly, because it’s in his second nature to keep saying sorry when he knows he messed up.

He nestles against his pillows to get more comfortable as he glances to the window, registering that sometime during their call it got completely dark outside, November days getting shorter still. He can feel tiredness starting to creep into his bones, the nervous anticipation before their call he had endured all day wearing him down significantly. 

There are still some things he needs to get out of his chest and Sander coaxes them gently one by one, listening to him moaning and groaning about his school course load and how he thinks he’s not skilled enough to come up with interesting ideas and being quick to cut him off and reassure him when Robbe’s words get self-deprecating. He’s so attentive and so patient with him, not even an ounce of judgement in his eyes that Robbe feels the pressure and stress that have accumulated over the last few weeks finally letting go with each word he pours out.

When the conversation eventually steers to Robbe’s uni friends and he admits sheepishly that he kinda ghosted them lately, feeling too blue to go out and have fun, Sander interrupts him mid-sentence.

“You should reach out to them, tonight.”

At Robbe’s unsure look, he continues, “If they’re as cool as you made them out to be, I’m sure they’re gonna understand you needed some time to figure things out.”

He then proceeds to cover his ears and whistle, refusing to talk more until Robbe caves and shoots a text to the group chat, trying to keep it short, but explaining things along the way and making amends. Sander’s very pleased with his persuasion skills, beaming at him when Robbe reads him the replies he gets from Lucas, Marie and Fien, wearing a small smile himself as he rolls his eyes at Sander’s smug face. 

Sander then asks about his mom and it’s so sweet because he always makes sure to ask, and Robbe falls for him even more each time he does. He’s a bit reluctant when Robbe tries to make him talk about his recent days, keeps saying this call is not about him, but he gives in before Robbe gets upset about it.

Watching his eyes light up with excitement when he talks about his classes works like a balm for Robbe’s yearning heart, Sander’s genuine happiness making his own struggles worth it. It’s a nice reminder that he’s there to make his dreams come true and that it’s everything Robbe has wished for him.

When Sander talks about shenanigans with his friends, Robbe recalls the TikTok video he watched some days ago.

“Nice Michael Jackson moves, by the way,” he comments, trying to sound innocent, but it ends up coming out a little coyishly as he bites at his finger to hide his smirk. 

Confusion clouds Sander’s face but only for a second. Then, his lips stretch in a wide grin and he looks very pleased with the confession. “Have you been stalking me, Robin?”

Robbe shrugs, a picture of innocence as he keeps peeking at him from under his lashes. “I might’ve seen a video or two. They’re all so thirsty for you in the comments though,” he adds, putting a note of faux-jealousy in his voice. He quickly noticed that Sander’s new uni friend is semi-popular on the app so his videos always get a fair share of comments. Ever since Sander appeared in them, the hoard of the guy’s fans has been declaring their love for Robbe’s boyfriend under every video. They mostly make him laugh, but sometimes he’ll roll his eyes at some of the raunchier ones, possessiveness that he didn’t know he had activating in his brain.

He waits for Sander’s cocky comment, but to his utter delight, he blushes deep red and scoffs.

“Shut up, it’s so embarrassing,” hiding his face in his hands, he adds, “All of my friends have been teasing me about it constantly.”

“Aww, poor you, being fawned over must be such a hardship, how do you cope?”

“Oh I don’t know, smartass, you can tell me from experience ‘cause I saw those comments under your old vlogs.” 

Robbe huffs a laugh. “They were nowhere near as detailed as yours!”

“What can I say, I’m irresistible,” Sander quips back and yeah, there he is, Robbe’s favorite (cocky) dork. “If I’d known you’re my TikTok fan, I’d have sent you those videos right away so you wouldn’t have to waste your time searching for them."

Robbe sighs. “They are a nice window to your life there,” he replies offhandedly, not even registering the implied double meaning to his words, but the immediate change in Sander’s amused expression makes him aware of the slip.

Fuck. 

“So you noticed. That I’ve been texting you less.”

Robbe drops his gaze, pulling the cover further up his body, feeling awkward again. He doesn’t want to make a big deal out of this.

Sander shifts on his bed, scratching at his head. “I felt like I was too much, you know? I wanted to share every silly thing with you, but then, well, it was something Josh said that I should,” he waves vaguely trying to find the right words, “cut back on my ‘running commentary’ ‘cause it’s probably annoying.”

“Tell Josh he’s stupid,” Robbe cuts in with a huff, grumpily beating his pillow into submission to make it more comfortable. 

The corners of Sander’s mouth twitch at his comment, but his face remains sheepish. “I think he was mostly joking, but it got stuck in my mind and made me question every message. In the end, I didn’t send like half of them,” he explains softly, voice colored with poorly hidden self-consciousness. “I didn’t want to give you the impression I don't have time for you, I’m sorry.”

And, fuck. They’re both idiots.

Sander’s brows shoot up when Robbe bursts into giggles out of the blue, clearly surprised with the reaction. But at this point, it feels like the only proper thing to do.

“So basically we could have avoided this whole bullshit if we just talk about all this sooner,” he groans at the realization, burying half on his face in his pillow to hide his heated face because he’s a little embarrassed he blew things out of proportion.

There’s a visible relief on Sander’s face too, eyes crinkling as he regards him with a dopey grin, and Robbe knows.

They’re gonna be fine. 

“Here I thought we were masters of communication,” Sander sighs with a faux-disappointment, leaning back to smile at the ceiling. “Fuck, no more of assuming shit, what do you think?”

And that sounds like something Robbe can get behind one hundred percent, more than ready to leave their misunderstandings in the past and just do better. So he nods, chin digging into his collarbone uncomfortably with the position he’s lying in, but it doesn’t matter, he’s too preoccupied with staring at his happy face and swimming in his fuzzy feelings.

“Prepare yourself for an onslaught of photos and messages, I’m not messing around,” Sander warns, smiling at Robbe’s soft okay. “You know, just a few days ago I ended up at Pebble Beach, it was cold as all fucks, but the view was just,” he imitates an explosion over his head and Robbe giggles at his childlike enthusiasm. Then, Sander’s face softens and becomes a little sad. “That place is so romantic that it made me feel like shit without you there,” he sighs, and Robbe can relate. “I’ll take you there one day.”

“You’re gonna take me to New York?” Robbe asks, doubt lacing his voice as he cocks his brow which makes Sander scoff in indignance.

“Hell yeah! You don’t believe me? What do you think I’m doing here everyday? I’m scouting the best places for dates, finding the best skateparks and checking out all the museums so I can be the perfect guide for you!” Sander throws his hands, a duh expression on his face, but there’s a wide smile brewing on his lips letting Robbe know he’s not really offended or anything. And, honestly, Robbe just melts with his words.

“I can’t wait, baby,” he sighs dreamily, rubbing his cheek against his pillow as he gazes at him with what he’s sure is the softest look. 

Sander narrows his eyes playfully from above the can of Redbull he’s been sipping on. “Don’t ever doubt I’m gonna go out of my way to impress you.” 

Robbe blows him a kiss that morphs into a huge yawn, eyelids growing heavy, forcing him to blink repeatedly to stay away which prompts Sander to tease him a little about boring him, but it quickly dies out and he’s just looking at him fondly.

“You should go to sleep.” He ignores Robbe’s melodic neeees, giving him a stern look that was probably supposed to be intimidating, but he looks too amused to keep it up. Once Robbe gets his promise they will see each other tomorrow, Sander sends him several virtual kisses and goodnights before logging off.

Robbe falls asleep with Sander’s beaming face flowing through his mind.

The sleep that comes is unsurprisingly the calmest he’s had in weeks.

 Sunday, 18:00

Sander: And?

Robbe: And what?

Sander: Was I right?

Robbe: About?

Sander: About your friends

Robbe: Kinda

Sander: So it means I was 😎

Robbe: :):):) yes

Sander: Thank you sander

Robbe: Thank you sander 

Sander: See, you're so precious everybody's in love with you and forgive you in seconds 

Robbe: 🙄 

Robbe: Precious srsly?

Sander: So precious 🥰

Robbe: Omg

Sander: Haha

Robbe: We're good 😊

Robbe: But I don't think they are in love with me 😂

Sander: They better not be 🤨 I'll fight them all! 🗡💀🧟🤺

Robbe: Dork ❤

Robbe: I think they a little bit in love with u though 🤔 

Robbe: They've been babbling all afternoon about how cute you are 🙄

Robbe: A g a i n *yawn*

Sander: They have good taste 🤷♂️

Robbe: Nah they just don't know your annoying habits so that's why

Sander: 😮 I don't have any how dare you badmouthing me like that

Robbe: 🥴

Robbe: You never wash your coffee cups right away so they lay around

Robbe: You always tickle me when you want sth

Robbe: You're full of corny jokes

Robbe: You eat my fries when I don't look 

Robbe: You hog the covers

Robbe: And I still remember that Wednesday when you ate my last bag of chips 💔

Sander: Okay first of all

Sander: Wow

Sander: Don't hold back 🥺

Sander: Second of all

Sander: I THOUGHT THOSE CHIPS WERE MILAN'S I TOLD YOU!!!

Robbe: That's what they all say 💔

Sander: You're unfair, I thought I made up for that lil mistake 🍆

Robbe: Well you did 🙈 but I still remember 😝

Sander: Also you love my jokes

Sander: They're awesome 🤧

Robbe: I'm just messing around 😘😘

Sander: 🥰

Robbe: But I swear to god if I have to listen one more time to Marie waxing lyricals about your 'perfect moles' I'm gonna 🤮

Sander: What haha 😂

Robbe: I mean they are but like

Robbe: Chill girl he's not your man 🤨

Sander: That's right cause I'm your man 😏

Robbe: And don't you forget that

Thursday, 3:48

Soft knuckles brush his skin, body arching into the touch that turns his muscles into jelly and sends liquid fire rushing through him. He’s overheated in the best way possible, seeking out Sander’s tongue, but the boy denies him access, smirk well in place as he pulls back, green eyes cloudy from lust. He’s staring at him like he wants to eat him whole and Robbe almost whimpers, bones melting and lids closing when Sander takes the tender flesh of his neck between his teeth and bites at it ever so gently, but just enough to make Robbe see stars. 

He sighs as he feels a ghost of touch on his nipple, Sander leaving a trail of kisses down his sternum as he’s moving so teasingly slow to his final destination, and he doesn’t even hesitate, spreading his legs wider around Sander’s hips in a blatant invitation, blushing hot pink when Sander sends him a fox-like grin, mouthing at his inner thigh.

The details get fuzzy for a few seconds, Robbe blinking rapidly to get his surroundings and finding himself on top of Sander, and there’s an inkling at the back of his brain telling him something’s messed up about the logistics here. He decides to ignore it, focusing back on the moment and Sander’s glistening, kiss-swollen lips, on his eyes transfixed on the place where they’re connected, and he leans down, his tongue sweeping over his Sander’s bottom lip before he starts pressing soft, spit-slick kisses into his mouth. He pushes Sander’s hands up over his head and intertwines their fingers, arching his back as he takes over, the rush of pleasure almost overwhelming him.

“Ohmygod, Sander,” Robbe breathes into his mouth. His hands are trailing all over Sander’s chest and stomach now, squeezing and rubbing almost like he’s his personal plaything.

It’s not long before Sander’s warm hands draw him back towards his chest, lips ghosting along Robbe’s, teasing, always teasing, but not granting permission to properly meet, making Robbe impatient and whine in desperation only for Sander to grin wickedly at him. He feels nails dragging along his spine, leaving goosebumps in their wake, stopping at his cheeks, massaging them to his heart content while Robbe can only pant, rocking back and forth and biting his bottom lip to keep from coming.

He’s an oversensitive, blissed out mess, trying to keep his eyes open to take a mental snapshot of Sander’s lust-blown pupils as they watch each other, Sander fucking him slowly and punching the prettiest sounds out of Robbe’s mouth.

Hips stuttering, he drops back down on his elbows to crash his lips against Sander’s, feeling his body tensing he’s so close and-

Eyes shot wide open, blinking harshly against the darkness of the room. His first instinct is to reach out to the other side of the bed, snuggle closer to the source of heat lying next to him, but his brain catches up with his hands quickly and he stops himself mid-reach, groaning as he flops back on the bed, disappointed. He kicks his covers down grumpily, letting cold air hit his overheated skin, frustrated and too awake to go to sleep now.

Fuck.

 Thursday, 13:08

*photo attached*

Sander: Good morning x

Robbe: Heeyy sleepyhead 😘

Robbe: You look cute

Sander: I had very interesting dreams last night 

Robbe: Oh yeah? 

Sander: Yeah I'm still affected by them 😏

Robbe: Stop it I'm at a coffee shop with the guys!

Sander: I'll have to tell you about it tonight then 😈

Robbe: Can't wait 😘

Sander: Today at 16 my time right? 

Robbe: Yep :) 

Robbe: You know

Sander: Hmm?

Robbe: I might have some of those dreams too last night

Sander: 🥵🥵🥵

Sander: Do tell

Robbe: 🙈

Sander: Now I’m super intrigued 😈

Robbe: How about I tell you tonight 

Robbe: With details

Robbe: Lots of them

Sander: Tonight can't come fast enough 😩

Sander: Looks like I will though 😏

Robbe: Omg you're such a dork 😂

Sander: Did it get u hot

Robbe: No wtf 😂

Sander: ☹🥺

Sander: Kay

Sander: I have to get up now

Sander: I'm late 🙄

Sander: Robin it's raining I don't wanna go out 😩

Robbe: Haha get your pretty ass out of bed and go be a good student!

Sander: Ugh fine 🙄

Sander: I love you ❤

Robbe: ❤

Sander: Hey no, not an emoji, tell me you love me ☹

Robbe: Haha

Sander: Come on

Robbe: 🤐

Sander: Robbe

Robbe: Gotta go 😌

Sander: Okay then 😔💔

Robbe: I love you too idiot ❤❤❤💯

Sander: Yesss 🥰

Sander: Hey that's my emoji 😏 so you like it after all

Robbe: 😂 go to class!!! 

Sander: I'm going I'm going

Friday, 19:00

Robbe checks his phone for time again, not wanting to be late for his call with Sander, but there’s still about half an hour until he should get going. It’s been a pleasant evening and a while ago he would have never called any time of the day spent with his father ‘pleasant’, but there he is. Enjoying his dinner not only with him but also with his girlfriend of six months that he met in July when the first attempts to salvage the relationship with his dad have been made. 

And it’s all because of Sander. The fact that he’s even here speaks volumes about his skill of persuasion. If it hadn’t been for his boyfriend, Robbe would have continued to stew in his own juices and ignored his dad. 

“How is Sander doing? New York is a jungle.”

Robbe huffs a laugh. “He’s good, he fits in well in the city vibe. But, um, he needs to stay a bit longer, till February actually ‘cause the school postponed the art show.”

He goes for another bite, frown on his face at the mere reminder of the change of plans. 

“You probably hate it, huh?” his father questions. 

His only response is to throw him a duuuh look, making his dad snort.

“You should visit him.”

Robbe looks up from over his spaghetti, expecting to see his dad laughing or winking at him, but both him and Margaux are looking at him with unsuspecting smiles, like the suggestion is the most obvious thing in the world.

He exhales a short dad in a laugh, glancing at them back and forth. “I don’t have a spare several thousand euros lying around waiting to be spent on a trip to New York,” he explains, slight exasperation in his voice. 

“Oh I don’t think you’d need that much, Robbe,” Margaux smiles at him as she puts away her fork and reaches for her phone. “A few months ago I was actually backpacking with my friend through the East Coast and, wait, let me check, I have everything saved on my AirBnB account.”

Robbe gets back to his dinner as she scrolls on her phone, trying to squish the building hope in his chest away because even if it’s cheaper than he thinks, there’s still no way he can afford it; his equipment and books for school have eaten all of his savings.

“There it is! Look,” she scoots her chair closer to him, his dad peeking at the phone from the other side. “We stayed in Brooklyn for 98$ a day for a double bed, in Bedford to be exact and the conditions were really nice, plus the train station was close by. I’m sure you could find something half as cheap since it’s just you and the room can be tiny, just to sleep really.”

“That’s a reasonable price, I think,” his dad joins in, and then proceeds to ask her questions about her other expenditures while in the city and the flight prices, debating whether it’s better to drive to Frankfurt and take a direct flight from there or maybe decide on a layover flight from Brussels. 

They are so into the planning and discussing the best options that they both jump slightly when Robbe speaks again, clearly forgetting he’s sitting right next to them, a picture of confusion. 

“Guys, guys, wait. It doesn’t matter if it’s 1500 euros, or even 1000 euros because that’s still a 1000 euros more than I have to spend on a trip anywhere.” 

His dad is so enthralled into checking different flights that he barely raises his head from above his phone, replying offhandedly, “I’ll pay for it.”

And, okay, no. Robbe gapes at him like he grew two heads, spluttering, because hell no.

“No way, I won’t take your money, dad.”

His vehement tone finally makes his father properly regard him and he sighs after a second. “Robbe, please don’t treat it as an attempt to buy you or your feelings.”

Straight to the point, his dad, always has been. It definitely is one the reasons for his refusal, but it’s not only that.

Robbe takes a deep breath to calm down. “Look, dad, it’s still lots of money. I can’t-”

“I’m many things, but irresponsible with money I’m definitely not. So if I say that I can pay for it, it means that I can afford it and it won’t affect me.” He gives him a pointed look. Before Robbe can argue again, he continues. “We can treat it as your Christmas gift. And next year’s birthday gift. And last two Christmases gifts as well.”

Robbe thinks about the packages he received from his father those holidays, and how he sent them back without even opening. Then, it definitely felt like buying his affection.

“You’ve been doing good at school, got into the university you wanted, you’ve been more responsible those last few years that I could’ve ever asked from you. Then you worked during the summer because you were adamant about paying for school stuff yourself. I think you earn it, Robbe. If you don’t want to go for other reasons, then that’s fine, but if it’s just about the money, please let me give you this.”

“New York is the kind of place everyone should visit at least one,” Margaux says gently. She has a warm smile that immediately made Robbe like her, despite really trying not to for obvious reasons. “And I think Sander would love for you to come visit too.”

Robbe has been torn before she spoke, but the mention of Sander reminds him of their videocall a while back, Sander telling him about places he was going to show him one day, being his guide and taking him to his favorite spots in the city. He can see it all vividly now when the opportunity is at his fingertips, can’t stop the excitement filling his body at the thought of seeing Sander before that dreadful February, even though he’s still now sure what to do.

While he’s been lost in his thoughts, trying to come to some conclusion, Margaux has been typing away at her phone. “Dates around Christmas are very expensive, but what would you say about, let’s say, December 8th? Til December 17th?”

Robbe wouldn’t even consider Christmas because there’s no way he would leave his mom alone for the holidays, but… the dates Margaux offered seem kinda perfect. His main project is due on December 4th so he wouldn’t have to worry about that and it’d be fine if he missed classes for those several days. Completely unaware, he finds himself making plans in his head before he even made a decision to accept his father’s money, but when his eyes snap to his dad’s, the small smile he gives him lets him know he already knows Robbe’s answer.

 December 7th, 22:00

His excitement has been uncontainable the entire day, making him so giddy he had to cancel his regular call with Sander because his boyfriend would figure him out in seconds. And that’s the last thing he wants. 

He’s still in shock that he somehow managed to keep it from him, planning a surprise in his head ever since he agreed to his dad’s help and working extra hard at uni to afford missing those 8 days of school. There’s apparently been one close call when Younes almost spilled the beans to Sander during their Zoom, but thank god for Yasmina who managed to effortlessly salvage the secret, improvising and coming up with an easy lie, leaving him unsuspicious of any ploy going on.

And Robbe just. He just can’t wait. He’s been counting hours since last week, his lips yearning to be kissed by his favorite person, body pining for touch and caress. 

Lost in the dreams of their reunion, Robbe’s startled by a ping from his phone, lips stretching in a wide smile when he sees a notification from Sander’s instagram. He opens it, curious, melting when he’s greeted with a graffiti sign saying ENKEL LIEFDE, Sander’s style easily recognizable to him. Underneath, there’s a heart and his own handle and that shit never fails to make Robbe heart stutter. There’s a DM from Sander waiting for him as well, the same photo, but Sander’s caption says The High Line needed its own version of my love declaration for you, but unfortunately I couldn’t find enough space for a redo of your gorgeous face Robin :( So I did this :) You like it?

He replies with a bunch of red hearts, likes the post and adds another heart in a comment because there’s never too many of those. Then he flops back on his bed, a smile glued to his face.

Nineteen hours.

#wtfock