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wisteriastranger · 2 years

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hi hi! could i request an eddie munson x fem harrington reader soulmate au please? eddie and reader don't get along well and always make fun of eachother but after the lake scenario they start to get along with one another and find out that they are soulmates? like, they have matching symbols or something ?

Hello! Thank you for being my first requester, I hope this lives up to any expectations you may have had. I wasn't sure what to do for the soulmate symbols/marks, so I used a leaf, hope that's okay!

Eddie Munson x fem! Harrington! reader

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, slow down! Slow down guys!” Nancy exclaims suddenly, making you jump. The paddle in your grasp suddenly slips out, falling into the lake as you scramble to get it back.

“Ha.” Eddie snickers, watching your attempts to reach the paddle with a shit eating grin on his face.

Hissing at the male under your breath, you grab the paddle and pull it back, placing it down inside of the boat as you turn your attention to Nancy who was staring at the compas in her grasp very intensely.

“What’s up, Nance?” You ask, trying to resist the urge to whack the hellfire leader beside you. It just felt too tempting, he was right there!

“Whoa...” Steve comments as he joins Nancy in intensely staring at the compass.

“Guys, what’s going on?” Dustin’s voice cuts through the silence that had befallen the boat, startling Robin who frantically scrambled for the walkie-talkie.

“Come on guys, talk to me.” He continues.

“Uh, Dustin, your-your compass has gone from wonky to wonky with a capital ‘aah!’” Robin replies, her eyes still focused on the compass as it spun wildly out of control.

“Steve, what are you doing?” Nancy’s voice snapped your attention away from the compass and towards your dumbass of a brother.

“Ay, Steve, what are you doing? Put your feet away.” You comment, frowning at your brother as he removed his shoes.

He only throws a disappointed stare your way as he continues stripping himself of his shoes and socks.

“Somebody’s gotta go down and check this thing out. Unless one of you four can top being a Hawkins high swim co-captain and a certified lifeguard for three years, then... It’s gotta be me. No complaints, alright?”

You open your mouth to object but Steve just throws his sock at you.

“Aside from you, (Y/N).”

“Ew.”

“Hey, I’m not complaining. I do not wanna go down there.” Eddie murmured as he peered over the side of the boat, staring into the dark waters below.

Noticing this, you silently moved a hand behind him and gave his back a hard shove, making the brunette jump out of his skin and latch his hands onto the side of the boat. His head snapped around to look at you, eyes wide as you cackled away.

“You-you...” Eddie grumbled the rest under his breath as he crossed his arms and slouched, shuffling away from you as much as he could.

Your attention is drawn back to Steve as he abruptly stands up and begins removing his shirt, much to your dismay. You couldn’t help but notice how hairy your brother actually was and decided to use this to annoy him. Lovingly, of course.

“Wow, Donkey Kong has some competition. Good on ya, Steve.” You mock.

“Oh, shut it.” Steve fires back, not enjoying your current sense of humour.

Loud rustling sounds come from Eddie as he pulls a plastic carrier bag out of his pocket and begins wrapping up one of the various torches on board, ready for Steve to dive down with. You would have thought it sweet if your thoughts weren’t leaning more towards why he had a bag in his pocket in the first place.

“Hey.” Eddie calls out as he hands the torch over. “Good luck.”

“Thanks.” Is all your brother say’s.

“Steve!” You suddenly call out, drawing his attention back to you. “If you aren’t back up in two minutes flat then I am coming down for you, okay?”

Steve opens his mouth to argue but seeing the look on your face, he decides against it.

He just nods in understanding before placing his foot on the edge of the boat, readying himself to dive. You may act like little shits towards one another at the best of times, but at the end of the day he is your brother and you’ll always worry for him.

“Steve, be careful.” Nancy added, offering him a wary smile. Just as he did for you, he offers her a nod and then dives in, not giving anyone else a chance to say anything.

As soon as you see his feet vanish under the water, you begin a mental countdown.

You, Robin, Eddie and Nancy all sit in silence aboard the boat, waiting for something to happen. You sneak occasional glances over at the shore to see how the kids are doing, and from what you can tell they are fine. They haven’t radioed to signal that anything is wrong, nor have they used a torch to get your attention or started screaming like mad men, so that’s a good sign.

“Where we at, Wheeler, Harrington?” Robin pipes up, breaking the silence.

Nancy speaks before you do. “Closing in on a minute.”

Silence resumes on the boat as you start removing your shoes. Eddie was the first to notice this.

“Whoa, whoa, what are you doing??” This catches the other’s attention.

“Getting ready if we hit two minutes.” You state, continuing to remove your socks.

“It’s not been two minutes yet, (Y/N)” Nancy comments, checking the watch on her wrist. “In fact, it’s just over a minute.”

You hum, leaning forwards to remove your jacket from your body.

“It’s better to be ready early than ready late.” You state.

You were kind of glad that you had worn shorts even though your legs ended up getting cold a little while ago – it meant that there wouldn’t be as much waterlog to deal with when swimming.

“Yes, but I didn’t know you were being serious!” Eddie admits.

“What, you think I was bluffing? That I wouldn’t go down after him? I have the same lifeguard qualifications as him, I know what I’m doing. Don't underestimate me.” You hiss.

Eddie’s mouth opens and closes repeatedly like a gaping fish, completely at a loss for words.

Silence is once again the filler for the boat as the four of you sit there quietly. Robin tries to ease the awkward tension by bringing up soulmates.

“So uh... anyone found their soulmate yet?”

Multiple “no’s” fill the boat and just like that, the silence is back.

“Nance.” You call. “Where are we at?”

The female in question looks down at her watch for a couple of seconds before looking back up at you.

“Roughly fifteen seconds left.”

“Alrighty then.” You comment as you grasp the hem of your tee, preparing to pull it over your head when spontaneously loud splashing snaps all of your attention towards it.

“OH CHRIST!” Eddie screams, clearly startled. You pay him no mind and instead focus on the male who was currently treading water while taking deep breaths.

“I found it!” He pants.

“You found it?” Nancy repeated, scrambling towards the edge of the boat where Steve was.

“I found it. Yeah. I found it.” He confirms, swimming towards the boat.

Robin lifts the walkie-talkie to her mouth and begins speaking to Dustin.

“Dustin, you are a goddamn Einstein. Steve found the gate and-” Robin stops abruptly after hearing what sounded like a siren ashore. You make eye contact with her and you both realise something is up.

“It’s pretty wild, it’s more a snack-sized gate than the mama gate, but still, it’s pretty damn big.” He chuckles, only to abruptly stop when he suddenly vanishes underwater, only to reappear. He goes quiet as he makes eye contact with you before turning his attention back to the water. He stares at it for a few seconds before looking back up at you.

With that, he once again vanishes, seemingly dragged down by something as his arms flail about wildly, water being kicked up everywhere.

“STEVE!” You cry, standing up and ripping your tee off, leaving you in your bra and shorts, before diving straight into the water, not waiting a second longer to swim after your brother.

A sudden wave of cold covers your body as you begin your descent down, eyes straining through the darkness of the water. You could faintly see some bubbles, so you followed them as closely as you possibly could. The sound of something splashing above you threw you off for a moment, but you had a feeling it was Nancy or Robin coming down behind you so you paid it no further mind. Soon enough, you could see a large red light towards the lake floor and your brother being dragged through it. Panic filled your core as you began swimming faster than you thought you could, the only thought on your mind to reach your brother.

You had arrived in the upside-down only a matter of seconds after your brother and were the first to come to his aid, stabbing at the demobats that were attacking him with a small commando knife you had tucked away in the waistband of your shorts. Unfortunately, within the span of time from you arriving to the other three arriving, you had been given a nasty bite on your right ribs by a demobat, but it was quickly removed when you had plunged your knife right through its skull and ripped it off.

At the moment you were all hiding out underneath a rock in a woodland to avoid getting mauled to death by a huge swarm of the bats that were still flying around manically trying to find the five of you.

Robin was currently talking to your brother about rabies, Nancy was tending to his injuries and Eddie was climbing a rock. You shivered as you sat a little way away from the group, holding a bandana that you had in your shorts up to your ribs as you waited for Nancy to finish up. Pulling it away, you could see how the navy bandana was a few shades darker, the white patterns stained red. You hiss lightly and place it back where it was sat beforehand.

Eddie started making his descent down from the rock as the rest of the group were talking about weapons, not that you paid much mind at this moment though. You were cold, in pain and sore.

“-I have guns in my bedroom.” Whatever Nancy had been talking about, you’d only clocked onto the tail end of it.

There was a pause before Eddie spoke up. “You, Nancy Wheeler, have guns, plural, in your bedroom?”

Nancy just smiled as you giggled lightly.

“Full of surprises, isn’t she?” Robin jokes, a big grin on her face as she spoke.

“A Russian Makarov and a revolver.” Nancy confirms.

“Yeah, you almost shot me with that one.” Steve added. “(Y/N) too.”

Eddie just stares at Steve, unblinking. “Your sister and girlfriend-ex-whatever, nearly shot you?” He checks.

Steve nods.

Hearing your name, you stand up slowly with a groan and walk over to the group.

“I heard my name.” You say, looking between everyone.

“Yeah, you- Oh my god! You’re bleeding!! What happened?? Where is your shirt!? WHY ARE YOU IN YOUR BRA?!” Steve had only just noticed your lack of clothing and the wound on your ribs, much to your surprise. How had he not realised that sooner?

Eddie, only now registering the same thing, adverts his eyes away from your half naked form for your decency.

“... Steve, how have you only just noticed? I’ve been in my bra since I jumped into the lake after you. Idiot. And I got bit by a bat, but it’s nothing major.” You reassure.

Nancy takes the bandana that you had pressed against your ribs away and examines your wound. After some inspecting, she straightens the bandana out and folds it over to tie around your ribs. Unfortunately, the bandana cut short, meaning it wouldn’t tie around your ribs. Nancy searched her brain for other ideas when Eddie stepped forward, still keeping his eyes adverted as best as he could.

“I uh, use mine. To tie with the other, I mean.” He says, holding his bandana out.

Nancy thanks him and begins tying the two together before tying them around your ribs.

Steve opened his mouth to speak, only to be cut off when Eddie’s denim jacket was thrown at him.

“For your modesty, dude.”

Once Nancy had secured the bandana-bandage around your ribs, she stepped back and stood next to Steve. She was about to speak when a sudden rumbling and shaking shook the place, making you tumble backwards. You placed your hand over your head, bracing for the impact of falling over, only to feel someone pull you into their chest, their arm around your waist holding you securely. You placed your hand on the persons arm, trying to brace yourself against them. Almost as soon as the shaking started, it stopped. A second passed in which no one moved, just taking a moment to process what had just happened. You glance down at arm around your waist and see the leather sleeve and ringed hand holding you firmly. Looking up, you meet the brown eyes of Eddie staring right back at you.

“I-uh... thank you.” You awkwardly look away, not really knowing what to say.

“Don’t you be getting all handsy on my sister, Munson. I can see you.” Steve warned, Nancy being held in his own hold. You groan at that.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever man.” He released you from his hold and you step forwards, looking over to Robin who was currently sat on her butt.

“You okay Robin?” You call over to her. She just groans and gives a thumbs up in response.

The loud, drawn-out roaring of something in the distance caught everyone’s attention and shook you to the bone. That did not sound friendly.

“Yeah, so guns sound like a good idea to me.” The metalhead comments, being backed up by Robin.

“So, what are we waiting for?” Steve asks, letting go of Nancy.

“Just hold on a minute.” Eddie says, sliding off his leather jacket. Once it was off of him, he stepped over to where you currently stood, lightly chatting and helping Robin back up.

“Hey.” He calls, holding the jacket out to you.

“Huh- oh, um, thank you.” You say, taking the jacket off of him and sliding it on. It was nice and warm inside from him wearing it just moments before. You grab the zip at the bottom and try doing it up, only to struggle. After a few attempts you give up and just wrap the front around yourself. Eddie, noticing this, points at the zip of the jacket.

“May I?” He asks.

“Yes.” You release the jacket and watch as the brunette bends down slightly, grasping either side of the jacket. He starts doing the zip up, only to freeze in place, his attention caught on something. You assume he’s looking at the bandana around your ribs, so you apologise for it.

“Sorry it’s getting ruined, I’ll make sure to clean it as best as I can once we are back, or I’ll just get you a new one, promise.”

You wait for him to reply, but he doesn’t, he just remains quiet.

“Eddie?” You call.

“Show me your hip.” He blurts, lifting up the jacket on the right side to view your hip better.

“W-what? Why?!” You gasp, ripping the jacket out of his grasp and stepping back, not expecting him to say that.

“Just- your soulmate mark, I saw it, show me it again.” He whispers.

Going along with it, you warily move the leather out of the way and pull the waist of your shorts down slightly, revealing your soulmate mark on your hip. It was a light brown leaf of sorts, thin but long, simple and yet pretty. It’s not very noticeable unless you go searching for it, it blends in just nicely. You look at Eddie’s face and see him staring at the mark with wide eyes.

“What? Do you know someone with the same mark?” You questioned, eyes drifting towards your own mark.

“Of course, I do!” Eddie states, releasing the jacket and standing upright abruptly, making you jump. A small smile is on his face as his hand shoots to his hellfire tee and lifts up the right side of it, revealing the same mark on his hip as the one on yours.

“Wh-I... you’re my...”

“Soulmate.” He finishes, releasing his tee, and letting it drop back down.

He holds a hand out for you to shake, the smile still on his face.

“Why don’t we try and start over? On civil terms?” He offers.

A smile of your own winds its way onto your cheeks as you take his hand, giving it a firm but gentle shake.

“Of course, soulmate.”

02/07/22

#stranger things #st4 #eddie munson #steve harrington #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #fruity four #dustin henderson #upside down #eddie x reader

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thelivingmemegod · 6 months

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I am handing you this video and begging for every single thought you can spare about these lines and yadda yadda yadda gimmie your brain

I’m pretty much writing these in video order, so this will mostly flow with it. Long post ahead y’all!

Faboolous Pets:

This feels…random. Like…what was the concept-fashion wise? I do like that they mirrored some things from the pets to a couple of the dolls (Draculara’s bar sleeves, Clawdeen’s blue fur vest)

Draculara’s outfit overall is adorable. I don’t like Clawdeen’s outfit, Cleo looks incredibly discombobulated. Slapdash. Random as hell. What was this.

Feariridescent:

No. Why. What the hell.

I hate this hair. SO MUCH I hate this hair. Clawdeen’s hair should not be all purple. Draculara’s is WAY too pink. Lagoona’s hair is causing this weird effect where my brain wants her skin to be more saturated but nothing else says her skin should be more saturated. I don’t know what they did with Cleo’s hair, is it white???? I hate it-

Frankie’s hair is fine though, they’re all good.

I can’t tell if this is the photo, but three of the lip colors look absolutely insane: Cleo, Clawdeen and Lagoona’s lips all look crazy.

That aside! Conceptually: this is cool! Adding iridescent elements on and trying to keep their personal style. They didn’t do it very well cuz the prices just look like a very particular type of plastic I can’t name which sucks

I don’t like Clawdeen’s hair thing or Draculara’s earmuff thingys. But that’s mostly personal.

Creepover party:

Honestly. They’re super inoffensive to me? Like I wouldn’t go out of my way to get the base three, but if I was gifted them I’d greatly enjoy them. Twyla is adorable and I love her I’d love you forever if you gave her to me.

Don’t love the robes. I like em just fine. I do sorta wish there was more variety in the kinds of pjs they wore? Like Draculara strikes me as a silk sleep short set girl. Ditch the robe.

Clawdeen has like. Bathrobe, Bonnet, Bags under her eyes, don’t-wake-her-up-in-the-morning vibes.

Frankie is fine (I think they can keep their robe), but their shoes feel weird cuz uh. Babes why are you wearing full boots to sleep-

Ghoul Spirit:

This. This is bad.

Toralei’s hair. Her face mold is also really odd, she looks nothing like the show.

Deuce looks a little wonky in the face and his hair is the wrong color, but eh.

He and Frankie share the issue of the sweaters looking frumpy, but that’s an issue of scale so I’m not knocking em there.

Draculuara just…looks incredibly awkward. Her bangs, Bat bow and uniform look very, very awkward on her.

I hate Clawdeen’s Jersey. Why is there furr in the arm holes. The goggles are random but…Kay.

Cleo looks off model so to speak? Her face looks wrong and she’s so…dressed down? Cleo wouldn’t wear a Jersey dress. She just wouldn’t. It’s wrong-

Neon Frights:

Uh. Ummmmm… ignoring the weird double sided sleepwear-going out thing. I’m gonna focus of the going out looks.

I’m going off the stock photos we don’t talk about real life.

Again, Twyla is cute, very cute. But I’d ditch the chain, crowds the outfit, just give her the jacket.

Again with Toralei’s face mold and hair. I don’t love her outfit due to its proportions mostly, looks slightly awkward.

Frankie looks just fine! The lime green was. A choice but that’d mostly cuz of the material hat the shoes and purse are made from, especially balanced with the same material but blue for their leg.

I actually really like this Ghoulia- I’m a sucker for splatter paint, the pixel type charm things on her harness, the controller earrings and pixel glasses, the colors are well balanced- Love that for her!

Here’s the boss…

I. Draculara.

I’m.

Ya know how I said the colors were well balanced on Ghoulia? Welll they’re not here. Why is her lipstick purple. Why is her harness charm purple. That’s random as hell-

I don’t like the green they chose, it doesn’t work very well anywhere they put it. I hate that her hair is mainly black and her top and skirt and both too busy for anything.

Note: While I was working on this post, my lovely Qpp, and asked of this question actually got a Neon Frights Toralei and. She was in awful condition straight out the box. One of her legs and arms were unpainted and her tail immediately fell out entirely. It’s bad

G2….happened. Collectively. It happened. The molds are. There. They’re lazy, they’re alllll lazy. Just. No.

THERE WAS A FUCKING EMOJI LINE- I hate G2 so much. (Said as a bitch who owns Emoji leggings and loves them)

The only thing I liked here was the Lagoona little sister doll from Monster Family because she’s a real character, Lagoona has little siblings at least in G1 and I like her hair.

Electrified feels like an insult. It feels like a slap in the face.

Electrified was a real concept in G1. It was part of the freaky fusion line because in that movie they had to recharge or Electrify Frankie to save her and she had this beautiful redesign I loved. They put them in tHE FUCKING 80s. I have nothing against the 80s or it’s style, insane as it was. This is just a really bad and lazy version of that. Just. Look at them-

E W EWEWWEWEWEWEWEW LOTS OF LOOKS DRACULARA CAN BURN IN HELL THATS A LIE WHO ARE YOU WHAT THE FUCK

Boo York, Boo York:

I’d never actually seen the Boo York, Boo York dolls before. And yeah Clawdeen and Draculara look bad, they’re both incredibly basic and uninspired. The fabrics are very awkward, Draculara’s skin is washed out by all the pink, Clawdeen…looks like that. AND STOP TAKING THE PINK OUT OF DRACULARA’S HAIR DAMNIT.

Catty doesn’t look great but better then them. Her hair is terrible and her face looks crazy cuz of that pink lipstick and the super flat silver eyeshadow.

Luna, Mousades and Elle E.D all got done dirty, done horrendous. Especially Gala Mousades

Cleo and Nefera from this line got Justice though they’re slaying.

Geek Shriek:

…Girl (gn) What.

What was this line. Why did you do this. What the hell.

Also the lineup is RANDOM AS HELL-

Ghoul’s Alive:

Was. Was this a Baby Alive but make it monster high? Is that was this was? I hate that concept.

Spectra looks normal. Frankie and Toralei look okay.

Deuce and Clawdeen. What the fuck.

Great Scarrier Reef:

My heart hurts for this line it really does. Cuz this concept RULES if you’re here for the creativity and the dolls themselves. Vampire squid Draculara??? Tigerfish Toralei??? Electric Eel Frankie!!! A Kraken character?!!

But it’s not…great for the fashion aspect. Even I wouldn’t know what to do with it in that regard.

Then the dolls come out and they’re…a lil wonky lookin’ at best (the core girls, not the new two…three.)

They mostly busy up top and empty at the bottom, Clawdeen is fucking purple. Draculara escapes this but still loops wonky cuz she’s not actually structured like a squid, it’s like only her feet changed and her legs just got fused together

Kala, Peri and Pearl are cool, they deserve their flowers. Peri and Pearl’s two headed body is an awesome idea and they escape being empty on the bottom…at the cost of being twice as busy up top-

Yeah it. Ugh…she is right though, this was the beginning of the end.

Freaky Fushion:

Now this REALLY hurts cuz it’s movie and the message with it is dear to me.

They 100% needed more drafts, more concerting time or whatever it would’ve taken to get to the idea of making these into their own entirely different monsters.

And I think it would’ve helped the movie along because in essence they just became different monsters with the abilities they have to now learn to control.

Cleolai would’ve become a sphinx, Lagoonafire a Leviathan, Clawvenus something akin to Swamp Thing.

And a big problem with this line is how they’re styled. Drcaubecca should look SO Victorian it should’ve given fashion historians a heart attack-

Lagoonafire looks. Generic but wrong. She looks like they were taking from stereotypes that were just wrong or were so paired down that they said nothing.

Cleolai looks. Like neither of her parts. No high fashion, expensive Cleo, no scrappy, punk, patched together Toralei in that look whatsoever.

Clawvenus…what- what was that. What is that.

There’s also…no harmony to balance out all their contrast that they just look garish and are complete eyesore’s at the end of it.

The new characters, the hybrid girls are fantastic though and I love them a lot. G1…struggled with Male dolls, it really did. But so does every fashion doll line that isn’t Rainbow high and even they still do sometimes. But as for the girls, they’re all wonderful and I love those.

This isn’t in the video but:

We do not talk about the Save Frankie specific line. We don’t. No.

#sky rambles #sky talks dolls #sky talks fashion

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thepayloadisgay · 9 months

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Since you say requests are open... May i request something relating to Hanzo self-care, nsfw or not? Whatever you're in the mood for, just some soft Hanzo. Thank you <33

Some self-care, solo Hanzo.

Starts off a little melancholy, but gets better I promise. Ship(s) alluded to slightly, but no-one named. Fill in the gaps yourself if you want and enjoy :3

NSFW 1700 words

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Hanzo plucked his arrows from yet another body. Two. Unusable. Snapping what he couldn't remove, stuck too deep.

It was more a ritual, than anything else. One close look and they'd immediately know death by arrow, head of one sunk so hard it peeked through one of the assassin's throats.

Sometimes he kept what wood he could salvage, scraps repurposed into other things. Feathers a new arrow, even if bloodied.

Knees to stone, he shifted the bodies to rest. Closing eyes if needed. Then sat in shadow, tucked in a corner of an open tower, bow in hand. Arrow loose, but ready.

He breathed deep, the sea air of Esperança had settled too long in his lungs, and this had been the price. For a while, he listened.

Rattling of the trams, their tracks. People staggering after a late night, walking to work after an early morning. Shouts from the bakery a street over. The coffee shop shutters four doors along. A bicycle bell. Bird wings.

He tucked away his arrow. Collapsed his bow, stowing it in his bag. And stared again at the bodies by his feet.

No matter who he killed, when, how many, the same face always looked back up.

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He tried to avoid habit, but it always happened.

The same stand for coffee. The same shop for fruit. This time though, a different route up the hill to the trees. The east side, through the winding streets. Wonky cobbles beneath, tall, colourful stone buildings above. Splits of the rising sun blooming through the gaps as he ascended, turning sharp corners, ducking through shortcuts he'd learned -a broken iron gate, a hole in an ancient wall, push aside the overgrown ivy- and he'd almost left the throng of the city to where he wanted to be.

The path was nature, now. Worn, not made. Desire, not direction. Hanzo enjoyed the feel of the large, uneven stones beneath his feet. The weight of the woods underneath. Around, the further he walked. Heavier, the deeper he breathed.

Sound changed. Metal dissolved, morphing to creaks of wood. No language to speak, here. Only for you to listen. Air that tasted sweet, at first. Flora, fauna.

Decay, the longer you cared.

Esperança was surrounded by water. The sea yawning at its edges, kissing the rocks, bubbling where you touched. But up, up, deep within the woods, its wilds, miles from the edges and stone, there's a small waterfall rolling to a lake, clear and beautiful, edged in rock and bloom.

A last sip of his coffee, and he tucks away his cup in his bag. Europe did coffee well, and he'd grown, well he wasn't sure if the world was like, maybe accustomed, attached to it.

Late nights, early mornings, sleep a luxury. There were few things that were a comfort anymore, but just necessity.

Except this.

This place wasn't a secret. Many steps had walked back, forth here. But so early, barely dawn, no-one else cared but Hanzo.

Bag, arrows down, his jacket follows. He rolls his shoulders, stiff from waiting for earlier's company. His t-shirt, tight, rolls with him, stuck to muscles too tight. But there's no-one to touch them anymore.

(your hands moved like art, shaping my body into a vision that was yours, and yours alone. if you only asked, i would have bent. if you only asked, i would have broke)

T-shirt off. Shoes kicked to the side.

And a stretch. Tall and on his toes, dawn sighs over Hanzo's skin, dipping in, out, over his muscles as he breathes in-

-out.

His fingers brush the tip of a branch, dusting in pollen, pulling gentle at a leaf, but not enough to pluck.

He stares at his hands, stretched to the flowers, dusted in pollen, eyes following the dragon on his arm. And he tries to remember the last time he felt its roar; the brush of its scales; its fangs, ready to bear.

Hanzo wonders if he left it behind, fangs sunk in Genji, a killing blow, goodbye and apology, all for you.

There's little ceremony with the rest of his clothes. But he pulls out a small hairbrush as he lets his hair down. And naked, knees to grass, the water's edge his reflection, he starts to brush.

More grey than before. His sidecut grown out too long. He tugs at a knot that hurts, unwinding it with fingers, patience. Another he just cuts off. It's gotten so long, almost at the dip of his back. He knows its impractical-

(i've let two people brush my hair like this. i never told you, just let you, like it was nothing. because you're fleeting. you don't even call me my name. i decided to not cut my hair after that night. i never saw you again)

Eyes closed, to open. One hand brushes his hair, the other stretches over his thigh, a reach away from his half-hard cock.

But he pulls away. Brushing hair with fingers, bristles. His reflection warping when a leaf falls, petals scatter.

There's more strands in his brush than last time. He wonders if one day he'll touch his hair, and a handful will just come with it. Or if there's already a patch he can't see. It's half the reason he's shaved off the sides. Paranoia won.

He rolls his neck, relief at the loud click. At the ache as he stretches it side, to side. Another roll of his shoulders. A stretch of his arms. A dip of his head, child's pose. Fingertips skating the water as he holds.

Holds.

Breathes the earth.

Hears memory.

Sees you.

It's always cold when he first steps in. A sharp gasp. A shiver. The water covers him at its deepest, but he keeps to the sides. it skirts his waist. Sometimes his nipples, droplets turning the scales of his tattoo, diamonds.

The drone of the waterfall louder, now.

Hanzo treads the water, ends of his long hair ink beneath. They could be shadow, seeping from underneath his skin, an exposé of what he keeps below. But not today.

Today, they're just something beautiful.

He looks up, the sun still dawn, split through the canopy, leaves backlit to black. Petals sometimes fall, coating the water until lost under the roar of the waterfall.

Hanzo scoops up a handfull of water, soaking his face, rubbing his tired skin. His beard that needs trimmed. A cut, healing by his neck. A bruise on his pec. A new scar on his shoulder.

Another splash of water. He pulls the rest over his hair, before he just dips beneath the waterfall, and can't breathe.

He always likes to stay beneath for as long as possible, before that last minute where he needs to inhale. When he's dizzy.

Pushes out. Soaking. The weight of his hair, heavy. It sticks to his skin, black silk. Mimicking the shapes of his dragon tattoo; some places, just the shape of his dragon. Drops of water, constellations on his skin. Maybe gems to be plucked by someone.

But Hanzo just pulls a hand over his chest, pressing deep into muscle. Finger catching the nipple piercing (impulse). Over arms he flexes, droplets shaking off. Relaxes, kneads with his strong touch.

He's by the edge before he knows. Comfortable. Stretched back against the stones. Moss. Crown of reeds.

The sun finds him. Warm. A gentle spotlight for no-one.

He wants a reason to touch, but his hand is already there.

He sighs. Back against the edge, watching the way the water laps his chest, his hand, hard cock, distorted beneath the way the water moves, here. Rippled from the waterfall; from the way his hand moves under the water.

Over thigh, first.

That thick scar, where skin is thinner. Sensitive. A peek into death that when he touches, a quiver.

A dip in the break between pelvis and thigh.

(everyone found that spot. magnetised. i didn't have to tell you, you just touched and I succumbed. you'd made some sweet quip about the way I looked beneath. do you know how you looked, beneath)

The last time he'd touched himself had been here, too. It was a ritual, of sorts. Sacred ground where he was allowed to be.

Other people had touched him in the city, he'd touched others outside its walls. But hand to self was different. With someone else, it could be anything else.

There was nothing else but you, here.

He missed it more everytime.

So he came back more.

Touched more.

Loved, more.

He moves slow, at first. Hand feeling the thickness of his cock, warm in the cool water. A soft moan, lost in the roar of the waterfall.

So, a louder moan. Vibrato against his throat; a throat lined in the wet ink of his hair, bleeding to the water at his shoulders, a dance as he moves. Breathes. Snaps another moan.

He knew, often, that he was restrained. Love, contained. But here, he moves.

Legs stretch. Toes drag along the bottom of the lake. Catch reeds, flora. Kicking up stones. He drags a hand over his chest, leaving behind a dragon's claw.

Faster, now. Thumb pressing over his thick tip, and down. Repeat. Repeat.

Over chest again, catching the bar in his nipple, and he tugs. Enough that he bites his lip, moaning something he almost wishes he hadn't heard. But it doesn't stop him.

He feels how fast his heartbeats, the way he breaths as he wraps his hand around his throat. The sound of his moans, the way they shape against his fingers, mark his palm.

Faster. Louder.

Hanzo arches off the bank, eyes half lidded, half desperate to watch himself wet with bliss as he pulls his cock harder.

There's no-one to hear when he cums, loud and a voice that breaks, dragging fingers from lips to throat, over a chest that's almost split from the thump, thump of his heart.

His body shakes. Arm moves, hand rolling over his cock again as he sinks in the last waves of his orgasm. Dizzy. Dewey.

Head back, the moss is a pillow as he stretches out, a leg out of the water, foot dripping diamonds in the sun.

Hanzo reaches out to his bag, pulling out a small punnet of strawberries, and lies back, punnet balancing on his pecs as he begins to eat.

A leaf falls, lazy, landing on his chest. A petal, his cheek.

#hanzo shimada #overwatch fic #overwatch #overwatch 2 #ask des #des writes #hanzo shimada self care hours #hope u enjoy anon thank you this was lovely to write honestly #really enjoyed writing this imagery and giving hanzo a good time

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storiesofsvu · 2 years

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5 times Sonny tried to propose

Sonny Carisi knew he wanted to marry you within a month of knowing you. Your first date was adorably perfect, ending with the most tender of kisses, a week full of texting and midnight phone calls before your next one, your schedules were a little wonky due to his detective work and your work as a nurse.

The first time you meet the Carisi clan he’s smitten, he knows, his Dad knows, his sisters are already teasing him about ring shopping and his Mom’s already asking when she’s going to get some more grandkids

The first time he tries to propose, he’s cooked your favourite, most elaborate dinner for the two you, there’s candles on the table, a soft jazz playlist playing through the apartment, a trail of rose petals leading down to the bedroom, a heart made out of them on the bed. He’s got the biggest speech all planned out and ready to go, though he’s nervous as FUCK about it. He’s nervously pacing back and fourth through the kitchen, knowing that you’re about to come through the door any minute. He jumps a half a foot when his phone goes off, you’re on the other end, apologizing, saying you’re going to miss dinner, a mass casualty came in and it’s all hands on deck at the hospital. It’s not long after that his phone goes off again, Liv calling the squad in to help out on the law side of things. He leaves dinner in the oven (turned off of course) and scrambles to get rid of all the rose petals. He ends up sleeping at the precinct that night. When you finally collapse into bed you find a solo petal half shoved under the pillow and are confused, but toss it aside and completely forget.

The second time he tried was Christmas. He kept glaring at Bella for constantly dropping hints, asking you about wedding dresses, venues, what your dream ceremony would be like, she even had you on Pinterest oo-ing and aweing over things, but you figured she just wanted your opinion on her own upcoming nuptials. Finally, you had a moment to escape, a moment to yourselves as everyone gathered in the living room for presents and christmas movies. Sonny pulled you out onto the back porch where the snow was gently falling and everything seemed perfect. You were wrapped in his arms, nuzzling deeper into him, murmuring how much you loved him, wishing every moment could be like this. He kissed you softly on the head, cupping your cheek as he starts to pour his heart out to you, how much he adores you and loves every second he gets to spend with you. His free hand is in his pocket, toying with the ring box, his heart thundering in his chest about to bend down on one knee when a very loud “UNCLE SONNY” breaks the moment when one of his nieces comes racing outside, he thinks he can manage to save it, nodding enthusiastically about how cool her toy is….but then she goes a little green from too much candy and pukes all over his shoes. He knows then any kind of proposal is off the table for tonight.

The third time Sonny manages to actually get Valentine’s Day off work, he’s elated when you’re 100% off guaranteed no call ins and books a reservation at the expensive, romantic Italian restaurant you shared your first date at. You’re so smitten in love with each other and look just like the rest of the love sick couples in the joint as you share appetizers and sip at pricy wine. An eruption of squeals and small applause disrupts your evening, glancing across the restaurant, you witness a couple with the man down on his knee and the girl in tears. First Sonny huff’s in annoyance at the idea of a proposal being in your head now, he then pales at the way you scoff, rolling your eyes and mentioning how cringe worthy it is when people propose on valentines. You joke that you’re so happy he knows you better and would never do such a thing, kissing his cheek softly. He’s more glad than ever in that moment that the ring was waiting at home and he hadn’t been dumb enough to have a waiter put it in the dessert or anything.

Sonny’s basically given up at this point, every time he tries to put any amount of effort in, it gets thwarted. Even regular date night at this point seem to get ruined by work, but you’re happier than ever just to return to your shared apartment and get to snuggle up with him at the end of the day and know that he loves you. It’s a warm spring day, you let him sleep in a bit while you made a simple breakfast, the smell of coffee and the fresh air flowing through the apartment rousing him from his sleep.

You kiss him on the cheek, murmuring out a good morning and an I love you, sliding him his coffee, served perfectly how he likes it and he smiles at the utter domesticity of the entire thing, watching you plate up fruity pancakes and bacon. While he’s practically scarfing down the food he can feel your eyes on him, pausing to glance up, asking you what.

In truth, you can’t help but stare at him, the sun’s streaking through the room, highlighting the silvery of his hair that you love so much, making those baby blue eyes shine brighter than ever. And in that moment you can’t think of anything but the love you hold for your boyfriend.

“Nothin.” You reply, taking a small sip of coffee, “just thinkin’ about how much I wanna marry you. Feels kinda lame to say it here…and untraditional…I don’t have a ring or anything, but if you’d marry me, I’d be the happiest woman in the world.”

Sonny just about breaks his face with how big he’s smiling, stumbling off the kitchen stool, and your instantly confused, calling after him as he races down the hall, you’re worried you’ve freaked him out, or he ate too much too fast. You’re pleasantly surprised when he returns with a small box, saying he wants nothing more than to be your husband.

The day ends in happy tears, a lot of laughter, sore sides from laughing over how many times the two of you were too blinded by love to even realize the other was trying to ask.

#sonny carisi #sonny carisi x reader #sonny carisi headcanons #law and order #svu #law and order svu

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dameronology · 3 years

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home {poe dameron x reader}

summary: poe made a promise to always come home, and it’s one he’s determined to keep

warnings: swearing, mentions of injuries

more hurt/comfort fluff?? i almost sent myself off to sleep writing this bc of the ending and bc i am shattered. anyhoo, enjoy!

- jazz

p.s i skimmed this, but it has not been properly proof read haha oops pls bare with me, i will do it in the morning

It had only been five days.

You’d been apart from Poe for far longer than that; sometimes weeks, sometimes months. It was just part of being in the Resistance, and something you both knew you had to do, but it didn’t make it any easier. You must have had some pretty foul luck to have met the love of your life during a time in which the galaxy insisted on keeping you apart - but one look at the pilot, and all that faded away. He always made it home to you, no matter what. He’d made that promise to you pretty early in the relationship, and you knew it to be true. You could never doubt Poe.

The Blue Squadron was due back to base at midday; the mission had been pretty secretive, so the comms lines had been shut most the time. Even after begging Leia to let you man the singular one that connected you to Poe, she’d refused, knowing it would only make things worst. The General only ever spoke from experience, and she had plenty in waiting around for cocky pilots. Whilst Poe was arguably a little less reckless than Han, she knew that you would both act as a distraction to one another’s work. You were equally important to the Resistance, and she couldn’t have you moping about on a commslink for hours a day. The joke was on her for that one, because you still moped, even when you weren’t trying to reach your guy.

‘What time is it?’ You asked Finn.

‘11.56.’ He glanced over at you, eyebrows raised. ‘So the same time as when you asked thirty seconds ago.’

‘I’m just anxious.’ You grumbled. ‘I’ve been so lonely the last five days.’

‘You mean the last five days that you’ve spent with me?’

‘Hey, it’s nothing personal!’ You nudged him in the ribs. ‘You miss him too.’

‘I do.’ Finn nodded. ‘We really are just a pair of simps.’

‘Friends who simp together, stay together.’ You grinned. ‘And if me and Poe ever break up, you have first dibs.’

‘Same for you, if Rey and I ever break up-’

‘- that would require you getting together in the first place.’ You reminded him. Finn could only scowl in response.

‘I’m trying!’ He held his hands up in defense. ‘It’s just complicated.’

‘Nothing’s complicat - they’re here!’

You leapt off the crate you’d been sat on, sprinting across the hangar to where a fleet of X-Wings were grouping. Jess came in first, followed by Snap, and then Kare. Poe’s jet was the last to come in, which was unusual for him. He almost always lead the squad - aside from the time he’d managed to blow an engine and had to call you out to tow him back (it’s how you’d met, actually). Bar a few new dents and scratches, his jet looked to be in decent condition, with BB-8 whirring away from where he was perched in the back. You took that to be a good sign, even if he’d been the last to get in.

A crowd of mechanics reached the fleet before you, tools in hand and ready to repair whatever damage the First Order had thrown at them. You gave Jess a smile and a high five as you passed, but your line of sight was dead set on finding the curly-haired pilot. You had to elbow your way through the crowd, heartbeat picking up as you did. Man, you’d missed him. The last few weeks had been rough for you both and being constantly pulled apart only made it worst. All you wanted to do was to see him, to hug him and-

- You hit Poe with a thud, chests colliding. He immediately wrapped you up in his arms, pulling you tightly against his chest and burying his head against yours. He smelt faintly of jet fuel and smoke, which was fitting.

His lips were on yours the minute he’d let you go, hands tightly gripping your cheeks as he kissed you with all his might. Yeah, he’d missed you too.

‘Hey, baby.’ You couldn’t help but smile, eyes finally meeting - it didn’t last long though, not when you saw the state of his face. ‘Oh my god. Your eye! And your lip! And-’

‘- I missed you.’ Poe brushed it aside, pressing another exhausted kiss to your lips.

‘I missed you too.’ You softly sighed. ‘The fuck happened to your face, though?’

‘Just...First Order stuff.’ He bit his lip, brown eyes falling to the floor.

You sighed. ‘Shit, Poe.’

‘I know. He gently nodded. ‘I’m okay though. I’m here with you. That’s the important thing.’

‘You’re right.’ You agreed. ‘C’mon, I’ll take you to medical-’

He cut you off with a groan. ‘Let’s just go back to my room. Please?’

‘But your face.’ You gently ghosted a thumb across his bruised cheek, flinching when he shuddered slightly. ‘I mean...I have a first aid kit. I can always take a crack at it.’

‘That sounds a lot nicer than those nurse droids.’ He smiled.

‘But you have to promise to get checked over tomorrow, okay?’

‘I promise.’

Poe flung his arm across your shoulders, pulling you into his side as you headed out the hangar. His own room was actually in the opposite direction, but he practically lived with you in yours. It always felt so much nicer. You’d managed to make it a lot homier, with photos of the two of you and fairy lights strung up. The scent of your perfume always lingered in the air and sleeping in your bed was the closest he could get to you when you were away on missions. In return, he left his jumpers and hoodies laying around for you to have free reign of. It was a weak form of paying rent, but he hadn’t heard any arguments.

You could tell that Poe was tired from the way he walked. He usually had a swagger in his step, smiling at everyone who passed. Now, he was leaning on you for support, dark eyes staring dead ahead with exhaustion, his brain working at a thousand miles an hour to process what he’d witnessed over the last few days. You’d been on his mind the entire time.

‘Here we go.’ You gently lead him to the bed, helping him shrug off his charred flight suit. He caught your lips in a chaste kiss as you moved it off his shoulders, hands suddenly grabbing yours.

‘You know I love you, right?’

‘Of course. I love you too.’ You murmured. ‘Is something up?’

Poe pulled you down onto the bed beside him, eyes finally meeting yours. ‘I just...I got captured on the mission. Very briefly, but still. It was scary, and there was a moment when I wasn’t sure I was gonna make it back.’

‘Poe.’ Your breath caught in your throat. ‘Is that why your face is all...’

‘Like this?’ He chuckled slightly. ‘Yeah. I’m sorry.’

‘Hey, don’t be.’ You squeezed his hands. ‘It’s not your fault, and like you said earlier, the important thing is that you here now.’

‘I know, but I promised you, didn’t I? That I’d always come home?’

‘And you did.’ You pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. ‘Now c’mon, I gotta stitch you up before this scars.’

‘I reckon I’d look hot with a couple battle scars, y’know.’

‘You would, but I’d rather you not bleed out all over my sheets for the sake of vanity.’ You smiled.

Digging out your first aid kit, you grabbed a few cotton swabs and some bacta spray. You weren’t a nurse, but your medical skills weren’t terrible either. After a few too many injuries and close calls out in the field, you’d learnt the basics. Half of the scars on Poe’s body had been from your handiwork after he’d been injured -- some of them were a little wonky, but he hadn’t died yet, so you figured you’d done a decent job. The ones he’d done for you were much neater but in your defense, he was reckless as fuck and had a ton more experience in dealing with injuries.

On the bright side, Poe’s torso seemed fine and relatively uninjured. The white shirt he was wearing was only smeared with soot from the blaster fire, and his bare arms were broad and uninjured, save for one scrape on his left bicep. Okay, maybe the broad part wasn’t relevant to the context, but it was definitely relevant on the whole. He did have good arms. You only ever truly felt safe when they were wrapped around you.

‘This might sting a little bit.’ You crouched between his legs, pouring a little bit of bacta spray onto the cotton swab. You gently wiped it across his forehead, doing a double take when he let out a hiss of pain. ‘You okay, baby?’

‘Yeah, I’m good.’ Poe’s eyes met yours, and he gave you a half smile. ‘Better now that you’re here.’

It didn’t take too long to clean up the rest of his cuts and bruises; they were relatively minor given what he’d been through. The last time he’d been caught by the First Order on Jakku, he’d come home ten times worse than this. You’d spent days by his side in the medical room, mostly chiding him for how funny he looked in the bactasuit, but also to offer emotional support. The duality of love.

You finished up by wrapping a bandage around the cut on his left arm, gently tying it in place with a safety pin. It was enough to keep it clean and safe until tomorrow, when you’d hopefully be able to convince him to see an actual nurse. You knew that for now, he was tired and probably just wanted to rest. His eyes were sunken with tiredness, and his body had become more and more slumped as you’d gone about cleaning him up. Poe never slept well on missions; a mixture of anxiety and your absence always made for a bad night’s sleep.

‘That should keep you in one piece for now.’ You said, running a hand through his hair. Poe leant into your touch, pressing a kiss to your wrist. ‘You should get some sleep.’

‘Mmm.’ He murmured. ‘You’re staying, right?’

'Absolutely.’ You offered him a soft smile. ‘Gotta lose the boots though. These are clean sheets.’

‘Can you do it for me?’ He asked, flopping back against the mattress.

You rolled your eyes at his...Poe-ness, before leaning down and unzipping his shoes, tossing them in a pile across the room. Yours joined them, followed by your jacket and the crumpled flight suit. That was something else to worry about tomorrow. For now, your main focus was him.

Poe climbed under the covers, shuffling across to make room for you. He reached out to you as you joined him, naturally wrapping his arms around your shoulders and pulling you into his side. The tiredness really hit him then, and you could feel his body untense as you pressed a kiss to his jaw. His body was warm against yours, which was a welcome contrast after sleeping alone for the last few nights.

‘I love you.’ Poe murmured quietly.

‘I love you too.’ You peered up at him with a smile.

‘And I’ll always come home to you.’ He gave your shoulders a light squeeze. ‘You know that, right?’

‘I do.’

‘I’ll never break a promise to you.’

‘I know.’ You softly sighed, trying to move closer to him (as though it were even possible).

It was hard for him to fight the exhaustion now that he was laying with you -- after a few moments, his breathing became a little deeper, and his grip on you a little looser. You pressed one last kiss to his cheek, before settling back against his side and letting sleep over take you.

#poe dameron x reader #poe dameron x you #poe dameron fluff #poe dameron imagines #poe dameron imagine #poe dameron blurb #poe x reader #poe x you #poe fluff #poe imagines #poe imagine #poe blurb #star wars x reader #star wars x you #star wars fluff #star wars imagines #star wars imagine

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jungshookz · 4 years

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cee omg you could literally write a drabble about uni!yoongi making out with yn and i would literally die

➺ pairing; min yoongi x reader

➺ genre; uni!yoongiverse!! nsfw i think?? i’m not sure?? what do u call it if it’s simultaneously smut and not smut at the same time.,,. smaybe smut,,. smalmost smut,.. smerhaps smut,.,.

➺ wordcount: 1.5k is this a baby drabble??? idk i’m counting it as a regular drabble

➺ what to expect; “i’m going to need you to shut up now, please.”

➺ optional reading: not necessary but feel free to read some other drabbles from the uni!yoongiverse!

➺ note; this was originally a baby drabble (literally was only going to be a couple of sentences at the moST) but i got carried away so here we are :D also i wrote this while my professor was in the background talking about 16th century literature on zoom and now it’s a genuine concern for me as to whether or not ancient literature is my aphrodisiac

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you never really know how yoongi does it

every time you tell yourself that this time, you won’t let yourself be distracted by your boyfriend, it’s only three seconds later that you find yourself straddling him on the couch with your hands all over him

and theN when you tell yourself that you’ll only entertain him for ten minutes maximum before getting back to work he does that dumb boyish smirk and head tilt thing (“you sure you wanna go back to your textbook?”) that makes your knees all wobbly and your tummy all warm and before you know it your poor textbooks have been abandoned on the coffee table

one time you even left a marker uncapped and when you came back an hour later it was all dRY

yoongi dipped it into a glass of water in a poor attempt to revive it but it was too late

(he bought u a set of new markers from the bookstore on campus to make up for it)

“do you- mm- do you wanna hear about the classes i’m taking this semester?” you pull away and reach up to adjust your glasses that are now a little wonky considering the fact you and yoongi have been kissing for- has it already been twenty minutes?!

what happened to your ten minute rule??

yoongi rolls his eyes playfully before nodding, “go for it, dork-” he snorts before nudging his nose against your chin to get you to tilt your head back

he knows that if he says no you’re going to whinE about it for the entire time he’s groping you on the sofa so he might as well let you get it off your chest

“okay, so i’m taking this super cool literature course on trauma-“ you hum as you wrap your arms loosely around yoongi’s neck

yoongi starts to press warm kisses against your jaw while his hand slides down from your waist so that he’s gripping the side of your thigh, “mm, yeah? sounds cool.”

“it’s so super cool!” you gasp excitedly, “and the professor is super nice - i mean, she’s a little ditzy with zoom, but that’s to be expected - oh, anD she has purple hair, which automatically makes her the coolest professor ever-” you absentmindedly shift in yoongi’s lap and he grunts when you grind down against him in the process

also

side note

(not that he’s not paying attention to what you’re saying right now, but it’s pretty hard to noT focus on the fact that he’s currently kissing up on his very pretty girlfriend)

he was never really into dry humping before you came along

you guys don’t do it as often considering the fact that now,.,. now u can just have plain ol sex buT sometimes you’ll get into it if you’re on a tight schedule or something

like the other night yoongi had some dinner plans with a couple of friends (aka going to town on 5 XL pizzas in a grubby frat house) but yoU, for some reason, decided that while he was in the middle of putting his shoes on, that was the perfect time to tell him that you wanted to play

“the last person who gets there has to take out the garbage, and i am noT going to take out the garbage again-“

“but don’t you like it when i grind on you wearing just your sweatshirt?”

yoongi pauses in the middle of tying his laces

so yeah

he was the last one to arrive at the frat house which meant he was on garbage duty but it was totally worth it

and yeah, he supposes dry humping is typically something that only a couple of hormonal prepubescent teenagers would be into but.,,. with you, it’s just so,.,.., it’s so hot

he likes seeing you get so worked up over him when he hasn’t even taken any of his clothes off yet

his favourite is when he’s lying on his back and you’re on top just because he… likes it when you’re on top

there really isn’t a very deep explanation to his preference

it’s a nice view! sue him!

he also likes when you place your hands on his chest

you say it’s because it helps keep you from falling off but he knows you just like touching him there

and right as you’re about to cum, your fingers always twitch and he likes the feeling of your nails digging into the thick fabric of his hoodies

not to mention, he loves seeing your reactions whenever he starts talking dirty to you because your cheeks and the tips of your ears get super red and usually you get all quiet and whimpery but there’s always a fire in your eyes like you’re ready to rip all of his clothes off

like there was one time he actually just wanted to tease you just to see how far he could go (you weren’t paying any attention to him because your stupid nose was stuck in your stupid books as per usual and he was getting really bored) and he’d never seen you so needy before

“yeah? you like it when i talk to you like this?” yoongi coos and bites back a grin when you buck your hips against him with a pitiful whine slipping past your lips

he presses his palm flat against your hip to keep you from moving, “aw, what’s the matter, baby? need me?” yoongi pushes his bottom lip out in a mocking pout as he hooks a finger into the waistband of your skirt before giving it a playful tug

“yoongi, please-“ you prop yourself up on your elbows before leaning up to try to get yoongi to kiss you

he’s been dodging your kisses for the past five minutes which he’s been really enjoying because you look awfully cute when you frown at him like that

and to make matters worse (for you, duh! not him >:-)) he knoWs you really really like kissing him

yoongi nearly snorts when he notices you looking at him like you’re about to skin him alive

he totally gets it because he’s basically blue-balling you

it’s nice to be on the other side of the situation for once!

no wondER you do it all the time

“yoongi.” you clear your throat and he raises a brow

“mhm?”

“i don’t know what kind of game you’re playing here, but-“ you poke your finger against his chest, “in three seconds, i’m going to get on my hands and knees for you - and i want you to push my skirt up, tug my panties to the side, and fuck me. please fuck me.”

yoongi’s eyes widen in surprise and he pulls back a little

you very rareLY use swear words on a daily basis - in fact, you usually scold him when he brings his potty mouth into your apartment - so he’s not used to you dropping the f-bomb so casuall-

“did i mention i started taking birth control?”

yoongi’s mouth immediately goes dry

“-also taking a literature class on shakespeare, which is really bringing me back to high school-“ yoongi snaps out of his little trip down memory lane when he feels you shift on his lap again

okay well

he was like 5% horny earlier but now that the gates of his spank bank have basically flung wiDE open it’s safe to say that he’s roughly… 98% horny?

maybe a little more

maybe like 150% horny

you could flick his forehead and he would have a mind-blowing orgasm - that’s how horny he is.

it’s not his fault!!!

blame the spank bank!!!

“and- oh!” you find yourself flopping back on the couch and staring up at the ceiling all of a sudden and you blink quickly as your brain attempts to catch up to what the hecK is happening right now

“i’m going to need you to shut up now, please.” yoongi’s face pops up in front of your eyes and your eyes widen when he drags you down towards him until his very obvious bulge is pressing right up against your centre

you feel your face flush bright red and you find yourself struggling to come up with anything to say because a second ago you were literally talking about william frickin shakespeare, “but-”

“here’s what’s going to happen-“ yoongi tugs his sweatshirt up over his head, “first, i’m gonna go down on you,” he tosses it aside before leaning over and placing both hands on either side of your head, the thin silver chain hanging around his neck dangling down, “and then we’re gonna fuck-”

“language!” you say on instinct and yoongi immediately snorts

that’s pretty rich coming from you, miss flip-my-skirt-up-and-fuck-me-now

“and you know, since i’m feeling particularly generous today,” he ignores your comment about his oh-so inappropriate language, “i’ll gladly let you choose how we boink-”

(you end up riding him which we all know is the decision yoongi is more than happy with.)

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peaches-writes · 4 years

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tumbles and turns

description: a month in the life of you and your college roommate, minho—except you’re from rival universities preparing for an intercollegiate cheerdance competition member: minho / lee know genre: fluff, sports au (off-season universe), college au, roommates au, slice of life, friends to lovers au word count: 7.9k warning: explicit language, mentions of food, injuries, & harassment; a very jealous and protective minho notes: ah yes another sports au about a sport i’m not well-versed in that ended up not making sense + anw whatever danceracha pep squad agenda 💅

week 1 of 4

Minho finally releases the laugh he’s been holding for the past ten minutes, shaking his head in disbelief before hopping off of the edge of the sink where he’s been quietly judging you. “Seriously,” He smirks teasingly, expertly dodging your disapproving frown and your attempt at smacking his arm as he stands between you and the mirror then takes the comb from your hands. “You look fine—kind of wonky, actually, but you’ll live.”

“Ya!” You huff with a light stomp of your foot on the bathroom tiles, reaching up for the blue comb to no avail for he immediately lifts it high above his head. “Give me the comb!”

“Why don’t you dry your hair first before worrying about how you look?” He suggests with another laugh, leaning back on the sink when you start jumping over him for the comb. “It looks weirder when you try combing it down while it’s still wet.”

You groan when he starts taunting you by waving the comb in his hands, eventually giving up to stand back and cross your arms in annoyance. “I’m so—I just feel so iffy about this haircut, that’s all!”

“Well, that’s pep squad for you—but you already know that.” He shrugs, finally putting the comb down behind him in exchange for the orange towel you abandoned a while back to obsessively comb down your bangs. “Anyway, the bangs are the least of your worries. Aren’t you guys dyeing your hair on Friday?”

“Yeah,” You sigh in frustration, lifting a hand up to rub your temple. “Our costumes department is insane, I’m telling you.”

“Try our costumes department.” Minho retorts, throwing the towel over your damp hair after. “Though we’re doing a Michael Jackson-inspired routine, the costumes still need to have our school colors. Imagine all the black and gold and the make-up we’ll have to do for one part—“

You manage to crack a smile at this as you now busy yourself with drying your hair, making Minho chuckle in front of you as well. “Ah, right. Isn’t Felix volunteering for your costumes this year, though? Why don’t you approach him if you’re so bothered?”

“Then you’ll have to see Jeongin for your hair.” He points out.

“Jeongin? Right, nevermind, then. The kid’s scary when he’s in his element.” You huff, your hand on your temple then going up to your bangs. “I’ll just have to live with this for the next 1.5 years at most, I guess.”

“Then that’s settled.” Minho shrugs for the second time, tsking after once he notices your slow pace. Taking a step forward, you then catch a glimpse of Minho picking up your hair dryer from the other side of the sink counter from the corner of your eye before plugging it on the nearest wall socket. “You’re so slow! We’re watching a movie, remember? I don’t want water dripping on the couch.”

Swiftly, you elbow his stomach when he moves to your side. “Well, I’ll have to let you know that hair doesn’t dry that quickly when you’ve bleached it twice.”

“You could’ve been a little quicker about it if you weren’t so focused on your bangs.” He scolds, carding his fingers through your hair before pointing the noisy hairdryer on you and starting with your newly-cut bangs. “What even is the reason behind the red hair, anyway?”

“It’s our school colors, dumbass.” You remind him with a scoff, removing the towel on top of your head and moving it to the opposite side of where Minho is currently working. “Naeun actually managed to find a supplier with the exact same shade of red our school uses, it’s kind of cool.”

“Not like anyone would recognize it on compet.” Minho pouts. “Green would’ve been funnier. Isn’t that your other school color?”

“Excuse you, we have one of the biggest crowds every year? Plus, green would look too wacky. It could be distracting with our theme.”

“As if people from your school go around recognizing that specific shade of red.”

“I’m going to fucking hit you with this towel.” You glower, only making him laugh as he nonchalantly guides you by your shoulders to move closer to the hairdryer’s socket. “Let’s just see who’s going to be laughing when I see you in costume on compet.”

“Please, I’ll rock the outfit so much you’ll forget you even said that.” Your roommate rolls his eyes, turning you around so he can work on the back of your head. “What will you be wearing, by the way?”

Minho steals a glance at you from the mirror, raising his eyebrows slightly, and you answer, “Still the same but in black and a new design.”

“So...top and tights?” He asks and you nod eagerly, your hair almost slipping right through his fingertips.

“You’ll love the designs.” You muse, picking up the blue comb once again to use on the dried parts of your head. ”Naeun designed them really well!”

“A bit of a basic choice for your second to last college competition, don’t you think?” He teases, making you reach up behind you to smack his arm. “Didn’t you guys do the same thing but in navy last year?”

“Call it basic again when I take it home, I dare you.” You retort before chuckling along with him. “Are you done?”

“Almost there.” He answers automatically, slowly inching along to your other side while gently moving you closer to the wall socket and turning you around to face the opposite wall by your shoulders. “Your hair’s so hard to dry.”

“I didn’t even ask for your help.” You point out. “You just barged in here to clown my bangs.”

“Yeah, then I realized that that’s what’s taking you so long that we can’t watch our Sunday movie.” Minho huffs, finally reaching your other side to dry the last strands of your hair. “I’m being a good Samaritan for once, you should at least say thank you.”

You giggle, nodding teasingly. “Right, right. Thank you, Minhooo!” You tease, knowing very well in your almost 5 years of living with him how rare these moments indeed are. “So...done?”

After a long pause, Minho turns the hairdryer off and takes out the plug from the wall socket behind you before taking a step back away from you. “Yup, done.” He affirms, running his index finger through your bangs horizontally once with a giggle. “Your bangs are so funny.”

You frown at him, smacking his arm for the third time tonight before turning around to tidy up everything you’ve used. “I hate you.”

But your roommate only pats your head in response before taking another step back and heading to the bathroom door. “I’ll set up the movie now!” He says as he walks away, glancing back at you with a smile before crossing the other side of the open door. “Hurry up, okay?!”

“Take the hoodie down! Take the hoodie down!” Jisung and Minho mischievously chant by your shoe racks at the entrance once you arrive home from training at the end of the week. The two hold Soonie and Doongie respectively in front of them for emphasis, lifting the cats up and down as if they were holding banners to a sports game. “Take the hoodie down! Take the hoodie down!”

You only roll your eyes at the two as you discard your shoes properly next to them, patting Soonie and Doongie’s heads affectionately then smacking the side of Minho’s head. “Move out of the way, losers.” You command instead with a wave of your hand and a tired giggle, the two laughing along and obligingly stepping aside for you to hang your gym bag up on the metal hooks right behind them. “And Jisung, why are you still here? It’s 9 PM.”

“We’re finishing our game tonight and I wanted to see your new hair!” He answers in his defense, putting Soonie down when Minho does with Doongie. “Now, take the hoodie down! Take the hoodie down!”

Taking out your plastic bag of used clothes and empty tumbler out of your gym bag after, you sigh in defeat and remove your hoodie. “Fine, fine, fine, there.”

Your roommate and his best friend both erupt in whistles and cheers at your bright red hair in response.

“Oh damn!” Jisung exclaims more dramatically and pats your shoulders in approval, ruffling your hair after. By your socked feet, Soonie meows enthusiastically as he tries climbing up your leg. “Look, even Soonie likes it!”

A small step behind the younger boy, you see your roommate with a much cooler reaction, smirking at you and mouthing, “Pretty,” with a wink before vocally adding, “It’s not so bad,” when Jisung then turns to him and asks him what he thinks. “Y/N’s had far worse hairstyles before.”

“I’m going to shove my clothes down your throat.” You threaten him with a chuckle, holding your bundle of used clothes higher as if you were going to throw it towards him. “Anyway, you’ve seen my hair now so let me through, I still have to sort these out and wash up.”

"You have dinner on the table, too, so eat before you go to bed.” Minho adds, pointing to the open doorway down the hall leading to your kitchen.

“Did you cook?”

“Take-out.” Minho answers plainly before gesturing for the three of you to move to the living room. You and Jisung follow him down the hallway. “Pizza and wings.”

Meanwhile, Jisung pouts at you as he links his arms with yours. “Ya, Y/N, you’re not going to watch our stream?”

“Maybe some other time.” You frown, your tiredness slowly coming back now that your friends have naturally stopped joking around. “I’m really sleepy.”

“Practice was that harsh?” Jisung asks next, stopping you right in the middle of the living room before you could proceed further to the left of the hallway to your room. Minho, on the other hand, walks ahead of you and proceeds to plop down on the sofa to set up their game once again. “Jeongin told me you’re changing the choreography a bit.”

“Seungkwan injured his foot really bad so we’re adjusting for alternatives in case he doesn’t recover in time.” You nod sadly, scratching your head in frustration. “And he’s my one of my bases for most stunts, including the exhibition, so I’m making the most adjustments.”

“Oh,” Jisung muses in realization, pausing a bit before another smile graces his features as he then lifts your hoodie back up to your head. “we should play quietly, then, right Minho?”

Minho only nods at this without even sparing a glance back at you.

“Yup, we’ll try to be quiet!” Jisung promises again, his grin growing bigger. “Sleep well, then, Y/N!”

“Hm, thanks, goodnight to you, I guess.” You greet him back, looking over his shoulder to see Minho glancing back up at you. “Goodnight Minho.”

Your roommate sweetly waves goodnight to you before turning mischievous by snickering and pointing at your red hair again. You roll your eyes and quietly threaten him with your clothes again in response before bidding him and Jisung another goodnight, proceeding to your room after.

Surprisingly, the two rowdy boys kept to their word after you’ve finished dinner and mostly whispered yelled through the walls of the living room for the rest of the night, mostly Minho scolding Jisung for cursing at their game and reminding him to quiet down for you.

week 2 of 4

You come home from Thursday practice two hours later than usual and completely drained, trudging down the entrance hallway of your shared apartment to the rustling of your used clothes and the obnoxious empty noises of your tumbler that quickly alerts Minho and his three cats of your presence. Excitedly greeting you from the kitchen area, Minho looks up at you from feeding Soonie, Doongie, and Dori under your dining table and waves at you, his smile immediately faltering into a confused one when he sees your frown. “Hey. Are you okay? Why are you late?” He points out with a nervous chuckle. “You could’ve just called me to pick you up.”

You don’t answer, opting instead to tiredly settle on the seat nearest to his side and resting your arms and head down on the table, missing the dinner set Minho prepared for you by a hair as you do so. “I missed the first bus home because I was distracted from being so pissed off at this newbie being a creep during practice.” You scoff as nonchalantly as you can. “It’s okay now, tho—”

“What?!” Before you could even finish your sentence, however, Minho surprisingly leaves his cats’ side, moving over to sit next to you to the side where your head is limply tilted. “Who’s this guy? What did they do?”

You shift uncomfortably in your seat at the sudden rise in Minho’s tone and then see him instinctively scooting away in response, an attempt to give you space in case you’re uncomfortable. “Do you remember Park Joon? The guy I’ve told you before who’s been hitting on me and some of my teammates since he got in the team?” You start off after and you see your roommate following you along again, this time propping an elbow up on the table and nodding along. You also see him open his mouth to speak before closing it again, gesturing for you to continue. “Coach picked him to be Seungkwan’s replacement for the stunts and we practiced our choreography for exhibition today after team practice.

“It was fine, at first, he adjusted quickly to filling in for Seungkwan and all—until in one of our final stunts, he started groping me inappropriately that my other teammates had to stop immediately once they noticed and told our coach about it.”

"What?! What the fuck?!” Minho reacts with furrowed eyebrows and a scowl on his face. Sitting up properly now, he then worriedly asks, “W-What did—what did Coach Im do?”

You sigh, lifting up your head up after as you tiredly prop your own elbow up to mirror him. “Coach was furious that she immediately had him kicked out of practice without even hearing his side.“ You answer shakily, carding your fingers through your hair. “She also said that she’ll report him to admin after so we won’t be hearing about the guy until graduation...”

In front of you, Minho releases a breath you didn’t even notice he’s been holding as you speak, cautiously moving his chair towards you again and patting your back comfortingly. “That’s...fuck, I’m sorry you had to go through that...I’m glad Coach Im kicked him out after. Fuck...” He mirrors your frown, albeit sadder than your frustrated one. “Are you—I mean, do you want me to get you something? Do you need anything? I—”

“I’m fine, Minho, just annoyed now that we have to adjust everything again.” You huff, your voice shaking just slightly that Minho almost misses it.

“The choreography’s the least of your worries now, that fucking creep just harassed you.” Minho points out softly and cautiously, meeting your eyes before hesitantly stroking your hair. “I swear, if I was there, I would’ve—”

You shake your head immediately, cutting him off with what you could muster up as an assuring smile. “Seriously...it’s fine. I’m fine—still a bit shaken but I’m kind of comforted that he got kicked out for it and that Jeongin and the others stood up for me.” You add with more conviction now because of Minho’s words. “Please don’t do anything stupid about this for me. I’m so over it right now, trust me.”

“Really? You promise?” He asks you to which you nod back in response. “Well, if you say so but—do you need anything else right now or later? I can commute with you again if you want me to or something...”

You shake your head at his last offer. “No, no, that’s really too much of a hassle for you. It’s fine. To be honest, I just want to sleep and not think about it anymore right now.” You pout after, scooting your chair closer to the meal you’ve accidentally forgotten throughout this whole conversation. “Thank you for listening and worrying, though, Minho. I really appreciate it.”

Your roommate opens his mouth again to retort but is suddenly interrupted by Dori brushing up against your legs and purring at you. “What’s that Dori?” Your roommate asks the cat in his usual pouting tone instead, lifting the cat up and placing it on his lap. Dori, however, only fixes his gaze on you and purrs again. “Hm? You want to go to Y/N and make them feel better? Okay, okay.”

He then carefully sets the cat on your lap, standing up after to affectionately stroke your hair again. “If that’s all then eat first before you wash up and go to bed.” He then returns to his original thought before going back to the other two cats. “And do tell me if you need anything, okay?”

“I will.” You muster up another smile to which Minho returns with a smile of his own. “Thanks again, Minho.”

He only hums, briefly leaning forward as if to encase you in a hug before hesitating last minute and turning his attention back to his cats. “Eat your food.”

The next day, Minho surprises you by waking up earlier and following you all the way to the bus stop with his own gym bag and backpack.

“It’s Friday.” You point out as your bus approaches.

He nods nonchalantly, turning to you with a smile. “Yeah, I can tell. The cafe across the street’s selling mint frappe until 10 AM.”

“No, I mean,” You shake your head. “isn’t your first class at 2 PM today?”

“Yeah?” He answers in a tone that pretends to be oblivious of where you’re taking this conversation.

“Then why are you all dressed up with your things?” At this the bus approaches, opening right in front of you and Minho. Before you could even step in the public vehicle, Minho beats you to it and takes your hand in his, pulling you along.

“I’m meeting up with Jisung to study.” He answers belatedly to you as he swipes his bus card, stepping aside after for you to follow.

“Bullshit.” You mumble under your breath, mirroring his actions anyway and following him to the seats right behind the driver as the bus roars back to life. “You’re in different programs, Minho.”

“You could just say ‘thank you’ and get it over with“ He teases, nudging your shoulder with his before smoothly slinging an arm over you. “And I really am meeting up with Jisung today, just after his 10 AM. He’s taking a science elective this semester and he needs help with it.”

You tilt your head towards him, seeing his anticipating expression. With an amused chuckle, you give him a side hug instead, burying your face in the material of his black hoodie and catching him off-guard. “Thank you.”

He hugs you back with a laugh.

“I know what will make you feel better!” Your roommate announces as he barges in your room unannounced the following Saturday afternoon, plopping down at the foot of your bed as you work on your term papers on the other side. “Well, at least, Chan does since he was technically the one who suggested it.”

“I feel fine, though? What are you talking about?” You raise an eyebrow at him, stealing glances over to him as you continue working.

Minho comically rolls closer to you, propping an elbow up on the mattress to stop and showing you his phone displaying his chat history with Chan. “Are you sure? Like well enough that you won’t even be bothered that Chan got us tickets to see the Hyunjin’s final game next Sunday?” He wiggles his eyebrows teasingly, snickering when your eyes widen.

Immediately, your fingers stop typing away on your keyboard and you look up at him in purse shock. “What?!” You exclaim in disbelief, leaning closer to his phone screen and squinting your eyes at the chain of messages exchanged between your two friends. “Seriously? Didn’t this game get sold out weeks ago?”

“Yeah but, you know, Chan has his socializing ways.” Your roommate shrugs, taking his phone back to his side to clasp his hands together. “So? What do we think?”

“Um, yeah, of course, let’s go!” You answer matter-of-factly, taking his phone and typing in your reply for emphasis. “I mean, you are taking me, right? This isn’t a joke?”

“Only if I can take the other ticket.” He winks, lifting his upper body higher from the mattress to rest his chin on top of your laptop screen. “So, yes?”

You nod enthusiastically with a giggle, making Minho jump up into a sit in joy.

“Clear your schedule for next Sunday, Y/N! We’re watching the finals!”

week 3 of 4

Coach Im distributes your finished costumes on your first practice of the week after her final reminders and announcements and you make sure to contain your excitement as best as you can on your commute home until after you’ve finished dinner in order to open it with an equally excited Minho.

Eagerly, your roommate now peers over your shoulder on the sofa after having hurriedly washed the dishes, holding Dori up to his chest as he does so.

“See? It’s so pretty!” You exclaim once you’ve taken everything out of the plastic wrapping, holding up your black fitted cropped top, lined with a complex geometric pattern in colors inspired by the pride flag, for your roommate and all of his three cats to see. “It came out really well!”

Minho nods in approval at the black spandex while Dori unconsciously mirrors him when you turn to the two. “The printing didn’t fuck up Naeun’s design on the first print for once.” He muses, making you chuckle. “It looks cool.”

“They took it to a different printing shop this time.” You clarify, laying down the top right next to a sleeping Doongie on the nearby coffee table before taking out the bottoms. “This material’s really nice, too. I tried it on with everyone a while back and the stretch is really nice.”

“I take that as I’ll see this costume being used in the gym after, then?” Minho jokes, earning him a jab on the elbow when he puts Dori down after. “What? So, pajamas?”

“You didn’t have to call me out like that!” You protest, leaning back on the couch and placing a passing Soonie on your lap. “I really like this costume.”

“Because you say that with all of your costumes!” Minho retorts, hovering Dori over your costume when the cat starts purring and tilting its head towards it.

“I happen to love everything my friends design.” You correct, chuckling at Dori who’s now escaped Minho’s grasp to sniff and snuggle into your clothes. “Now, when is that black and red vest coming in again?”

“It came today too but I won’t show it to you.” Your roommate sticks his tongue out at you, earning him a string of protests from you. “You’ll just have to see on compet day!”

“What? No! Unfair!” You pout.

“You’ll just have to see next week!” He insists anyway, laughing at your furrowed eyebrows and scowl. “I don’t want you getting too distracted with me when you should be focusing on memorizing your choreography, you scatterbrain.”

“Ya! Ugh, you’re so full of yourself!”

You find his vest in the laundry the following day, anyways, when you needed to retrieve one of your shirts from your laundry area. You make sure to tease him about it with a photo of you holding up his vest after and sending it to him through private chat.

“Ah, so mean!” He replies.

“Let’s go Hwang Hyunjin, kick some ass!” You yell as loud as you can in your seat amidst all the cheers for your friend echoing around the arena. Next to you, Minho laughs through his drink at your enthusiasm, your initial awkwardness at sitting on his university’s side of the audience for this volleyball game clearly gone now as you wildly wave your green balloon. “Wooh, go Hyunjin!”

“God, what would our friends from your uni say when they see you cheering for our team?” He chuckles once you’ve calmed down, adjusting your white hat as you settle back comfortably in your seat once again.

You roll your eyes at him, picking your Cola up from your respective cup holder and taking a sip. “Shut up, it’s not like I’m alone here.” You retort after, pointing at Changbin who’s with Jisung at the other end of the row. “Even Yeji’s somewhere in the crowd, too, supporting her cousin.”

“Still, it’s not everyday you’re on this side.” He argues back, scrunching up his face again when you get momentarily distracted by Hyunjin scoring another point for his team. “Ah, you’re so hyped today! How come you never cheer like this for me?”

“Because we’re in the same sport, Minho.” You laugh this time, catching his fake pout from the corner of your eye. “Besides, I cheer for you, too, just in a different way—woah, did you see that?! Woah, as expected of Choi Bomin!”

Minho couldn’t say anything else to you after as you easily become occupied by the heated game again, cheering mostly for Hyunjin and occasionally Sanha who’s on the opposing team. He patiently waits for you to turn your attention back to him anyway, which only takes 3 points on his university and 4 points on Sanha’s. “Why? So, I can’t ask you to wear my school’s shirt and things like that if ever?” He asks cheekily once he’s gotten your attention again.

You scoff against the heat rising up your neck. “W-What? Why? Are you giving them to me as pajamas?”

He shakes his head, chuckling. “No, I mean, while on compet.” He clarifies before gesturing over to his shirt you borrowed from him today with another pout. “It’s just that you borrowed my shirt to cheer on Hyunjin today. Can’t you do that next week for me too?”

You glance back at him incredulously, making him chuckle nervously. “If I want Jeongin to chop my head off and Seungmin to call me a traitor until awarding, then I might.” You scoff playfully, deepening his pout and puppy eyes. “Don’t pull that look on me! Where is this even coming from all of a sudden?”

“I just thought about it.” He shrugs, warming your face even more. “Can’t you really do it? I’ll even wear your shirt if I have to.”

“Ah, just say you think I look cute in your shirt and go.” You roll your eyes jokingly, your seemingly nonchalant disposition slowly crumbling down in front of him anyway. “Minho, your secret crush on me is kind of showing, you might have to watch out for yourself on that, ha.”

“So? What about it?” He mumbles under his breath, catching you off-guard without him meaning to.

“What?” Your eyes widen curiously.

“What?” He repeats, mirroring your expression in feigned innocence before his eyes slowly flit back to the game. “Oh hey, we scored again!”

“Lee Minho!”

“What?!” He chuckles, avoiding your gaze now as you suddenly switch roles with him cheering loudly for his university. “Go Hwang Hyunjin!”

One of your university shirts doesn’t come back to you from the laundry after that.

week 4 of 4

On the Saturday night before the competition, you skip your traditional sleepaway camp and senior send-off with your team to have a sleepover in your apartment living room with your roommate, setting up sleeping bags on the floor next to Soonie, Doongie, and Dori’s beds and queueing up old competition videos on your television. Minho, on the other hand, re-heats all of the remaining leftovers in your refrigerator and buys extra side dishes and drinks from the convenience store on the first floor of your building for dinner.

“What should we watch first?” You ask once you’ve finished eating and washing the dishes, the TV’s remote on your right hand while the other massages Dori’s head as the grey cat circles your feet. “Hm, Dori? What video do you want to dance to first?”

Minho then re-emerges from the kitchen, stretching his limbs as he approaches you before snatching the remote and answering for Dori, “I have just the video in mind!”

“Ya!” You glare at him, reaching up to retrieve the remote again but, as he always does, Minho immediately raises the device above his head as he scrolls down the folder of videos on the TV. “If you’re thinking about that vid, I’m going to—“

But Minho only laughs at you, quickly scrolling down the videos anyway against your attempts of stopping him until he finds your very first cheer dance routine at the bottom of the folder. “Here, found it!” He chuckles in victory after a struggle, throwing the remote on the side and pulling you close to the first part of the paired dance that serves as the choreography’s intro. “Let’s dance!”

“Nooo!” You protest, turning your eyes away from the screen as you see yourself in your Freshman year, dancing to a Jungle-themed routine, while Minho only cackles in your misery, following the steps precisely as he spins and twirls you on time before letting go.

“No, you have to do it with me!” He insists as the choreography now forces him to part with you, his gaze alternating between you and the screen. “Come on, Y/N!”

You groan under his anticipating gaze, following him and the video along after a pause in utter defeat.

“Why are you so embarrassed about this routine? You looked cute here!” He points out as you now do the group jumps, easily finding you in the video since you’re often at the center. “Besides the teased hair and the amount of black eyeshadow on your make-up, of cour—“

“I tripped the most on this routine!” You remind him just as you do trip on the way to being lifted in the video. “See?”

“You were a 1st year then, that’s totally understandable.” He dismisses anyway with a wave of his hand, the two of you stopping to watch the first sequence of lifts. “You remember when I almost fucked up my solo on the same compet because I couldn’t remember the steps towards the end?”

“Yeah but you improvised—“

“And Coach Kim made sure to have me sit out the Nationals after.” Minho rolls his eyes. The two of you then go back to dancing, laughing along to the steps you find silly and scaring your three cats by pretending to lift your hands up as if preparing to do tumbles. “Point is, we’re much better cheer dancers now than before! Look, this routine’s even easier to follow now than when you were practicing this with me 4 years ago.”

“If you put it that way, then, I guess...” You muse out loud until another thought crosses your mind. “We should play that video of yours next, then! That was the exhibition, right?”

“Fine, fine.” He sighs teasingly. “but first let’s finish this! Ah, 6 minutes is so long when it’s so focused so much on dancing!”

You then spend the rest of the night dancing to your shared old competition videos until you eventually felt sleepy (and the old couple living right under your unit started banging on the floor, their ceiling, with an umbrella).

“Kids, whatever canoodling it is you’re doing, you need to stop, it’s 2 AM!” Mr. Lee yells from his window right below yours as you and Minho fall on your sleeping bags tiredly, making the two of you laugh.

“Who even uses the word ‘canoodling’ these days?” You scoff in between uncontrollable fits of giggles, rolling over to your stomach and lazily crawling over to your pillow. “And they think we’re doing something weird again! Mr. and Mrs. Lee are sweet and all but sometimes, their minds...”

Next to you, Minho clutches his stomach as he laughs. “Why?” He smirks playfully, sitting up and scooting over to his own sleeping bag. “They’re just being old people. Does it bother you that much? Do you actually want to do something weird with me?”

You scrunch your nose in disgust up at him hovering over you, pushing him away when he tries tickling your sides. “Ew, Minho! No, get away from me!”

A few hours later, you ended up having to deal with Minho sprawled all over your sleeping area and refusing to wake up at exactly 9 AM to prepare and head out of the apartment.

“Minho.” You call his name firmly, poking his arm draped over your waist. “Come on, you big baby, or the cats are gonna eat you for breakfast.”

“Nooo, 5 more minutes.” He whines tiredly, unconsciously snuggling up to your neck when Doongie and Soonie pass by his face, slapping their tails across his cheeks. “I’m so tired from last night.”

“I told you not to put on that video of yours from last season.” You scold, finally managing to lift his hand and kick his leg away from you. “Whatever, I’m feeding the cats. You get up and cook breakfast, okay?”

“In a bit.” He waves you off, rolling over to his stomach and grabbing the nearest cat, in his case Doongie.

Minho was right in that he really works his team’s outfit even when he’s not fully fond of it, you realize six hours later when you meet again at the competition’s venue and see him for the first time in his full gold top, black slacks, and shoes. He winks at you from across the room as you untie the knots of your purple, red, and yellow pom poms, gesturing to his outfit after and mouthing, “Like it?”

You wordlessly flash him a thumbs up in approval before showing him his shirt you’re wearing over your costume as he made you promise over breakfast, making him giggle over the hand fan he holds up to his face before focusing back on his conversation with Chan who’s filming an interview with him and the other captains of the participating teams as a courtside reporter.

Seungmin, preparing for his own pre-competition interview on the side, then takes the latter as his cue to sit next to you on the benches. “Minho scares me.”

“Minho always scares you.” You chuckle, elbowing his side and sparing him a quick glance before going back to your work. “What did you do this time, Minnie? Hit him with your cue cards?”

But your team’s persistent courtside reporter only shakes his head from the corner of your eye, glancing up ahead of you once again before repeating, “No, seriously, he was glaring at Eunwoo a while ago when you were talking to him and now he’s all smiley and winking at you now that you’re alone. It kind of scares me and I’m not the one being looked at.”

You whip your head over to the same direction, easily spotting Minho again whose eyes immediately soften up at your gaze gaze before smirking and winking again at you. Turning back to Seungmin after, you shrug and say, “He looks fine to me. He‘s always greasy in public by default.”

The younger boy only sighs in defeat, rubbing his temples as he replies, “I don’t know what’s going on in your home life but I’m saying this as a concerned friend and bystander: get a room.”

“What?!”

“Do everyone a favor, it’s getting annoying.” He points out, quickly glancing behind you once again before shuddering at Minho’s glare that’s now directed to the other boy he just mentioned. “And we all seriously feel bad for Eunwoo; guy was just asking you for eyeliner.”

“We’re not dating, Minnie, oh my God!” You smack his arm in disbelief, taking a quick scan around the room after to make sure that no one heard your blabbermouth of a friend. Lowering your voice, you then add, “But did he really? Glare at Eunwoo, I mean?”

“Plotted five different murder scenarios and everything.” Seungmin affirms. “Felix and Chan were texting me from across the room while it was all happening and they both said they could see smoke come out of Minho’s ears. Even Yeji was scared and she was just passing by to see Chaeryeong.”

“You guys are delusional.”

“We are tired of this dumb sexual tension.” He defends, gesturing to himself then to Chan and Hyunjin from afar then to Minho and, finally, to your shirt with Minho’s university logo on the print. “Anyway, I also heard from some of the other reporters that he made Jisung and Hyunjin hold something for him today when their team came in. What if it’s for you?”

You raise an eyebrow, shaking your head. “No? He didn’t bring anything weird to the bus stop this morning and I’m pretty sure he went straight to his uni after dropping me off at my stop.” You point out before exhaling another sigh and patting the younger boy’s shoulder. “You know what I think? I think looking after your significant other is taking a toll on you. Are you sure you don’t need anything? A break from courtside reporting maybe?”

Seungmin groans. “Ah, whatever. You two figure this out before someone actually gets an idea to shove you two into an actual room—especially Jisung and Hyunjin!” He concludes before noticing the sudden commotion to your left, eyes widening at realizing that the reporters are being called for their opening spiels now. “Oops, I gotta go, crowd check!”

“You better, you’re starting to talk weird!” You smack his elbow playfully, standing up when he does and bidding him goodbye. “Hype up our crowd and break a leg out there!”

“And you do well on the floor later!” He smiles back, waving goodbye at you before joining Chan and the other reporters to the exit leading to the main floor. “Don’t forget to drink water!”

“Will do, capt.!” And with that, Seungmin runs off to open the program, the empty space next to you quickly getting occupied by Minho after who points at your shirt cheekily.

“You look cute in my shirt.” He comments, adjusting the hat he wears similar to Michael Jackson’s. Fortunately, the lighting backstage is not as bright as the floor’s that his top only glimmers slightly in front of you as he moves.

“You just saw me wear this last Sunday.” You deadpan against another wave of heat rising up to your cheeks, your hands fiddling unconsciously with the hem of your shirt. “It was getting cold just wearing my costume.”

“What did Jeongin and Seungmin say?” He asks, gesturing his head over to the exit where Seungmin just passed through a while back.

“Jeongin just laughed and Seungmin said—ah, nevermind.” You shake your head towards the end, piquing Minho’s interest even further anyway.

“What? What?”

“Nothing! It was nothing.” You bluff with another shake of your head, pushing Minho away with your pom poms when he teases you by leaning his face closer to yours. “Anyway, when will you perform?”

“We’re coming out third for the team and I think our exhibition members are performing fourth. You?”

“First, actually—for the team, I mean.” You frown. “Then we’re last for exhibition.”

“We can watch each other then! I’ll cheer for you from the front seats, the boys have front row seats out there near your uni’s bleachers.”

“Don’t you need to stay back here and, I don’t know, do captain stuff?” You ask next.

“And miss out on your performance? No way! The kids can take care of themselves for 6 minutes.” He shrugs with a dismissive hand. “Why? Don’t you want me to cheer you on? I brought your shirt with me.”

“So you took my shirt!”

“You couldn’t possibly think the neighbors would.” He rolls his eyes playfully, slinging an arm over your shoulder and directing the two of you to the exit along with the others for the opening rites. “So will you come out and watch me too?”

“It’s not like I have another choice. I’m already wearing your shirt to a compet.” You reiterate, making him smile. “As long as you don’t take unflattering photos of me again.”

“Nope, I’ve learned my lesson already.” He grins mischievously, making you smack his arm. “I already have Hyunjin on that job—maybe Changbin too, he brought a tripod and everything to film today.”

“I’m kicking you out of the house when we get home.”

“Ooh, I’m so scared!”

“Shut up.”

Minho cheers you on during your performance, anyway, holding red and green balloons and your shirt, as if a banner, next to Changbin, Jisung, and Hyunjin who all hold different colors of balloons and even more diverse slogans flashing on their phones as well. “Go Y/N!” He yells whenever you have to perform a stunt or dance at the center, jumping up and down his seat and receiving confused looks from the people in their bleachers who aren’t familiar with the two of you.

“Minho’s cheering for you again.” Jeongin snickers quickly as he catches you from a lift, making you discreetly pinch his arm under you.

“Don’t even—“ You sigh, hopping off of your teammates and proceeding to the next formation.

Still, Jeongin bothers you anyway as you perform a series of jumps before kneeling down on the mats. “I just wanted to say it’s cute but pretend that didn’t come from me.” He mumbles against the loud music next to you. “Will you come out and cheer him on too?”

“You already know I will.” You sigh, clasping your hands together once it’s time to stand up again. “Will you come too?”

“I’m sitting with Chan and Seungmin!” He says before parting ways with you. “Sit with us!”

And you do, wearing Minho’s shirt again over your costume once it’s his team’s turn to perform while you hold a black and gold balloon that Chan teaches you quickly how to wave around in the way their university does in every performance. “Go Minho!” You all cheer at the same time from the courtside reporters’ area, making the said pep squad captain turn to your direction as he waits for his cue from behind a prop coffin akin to Michael Jackson’s Thriller.

Minho waves at you shyly in response, prompting the other boys to tease you for the duration of the his solo.

“Get a room!”

“Seungmin!”

The cheer dance program lasts for almost 2 hours with the team routine, the exhibition from select members where you participated (and received too much yells from your friends on different sides of the arena), and the awarding where you end up placing 1st runner-up on the team and 1st place on the exhibition while Minho snatches the Champion title for his team among all of the awards they were giving out.

By 8 PM when the program officially ends, your body is already sore from performing twice but you come out to the mats once again, anyway, to take photos with your friends.

“Okay, everyone, say cheese!” Naeun exclaims, pressing the timer on her camera before joining your group, easily climbing up your friend group’s improvised pyramid.

“Cheese!” The camera snaps photos of you and all of your friends from different universities involved in the cheer dance in quick succession, Minho teasing you from below halfway and pretending to drop your foot in his hands.

“There! I think we got it.” Seungmin points out once the camera’s snapping noise stops, standing up from kneeling in front with Chan, Yeeun, and Chaeryeong to check. “Alright, it’s good! Season 103 is done! Finally!”

Your group erupts in cheers as you and the other fliers are carefully caught back and helped back down on the mats while the courtside reporters do a group hug and snap more photos, this time on Yeeun’s phone where they started doing poses resembling their university mascots. You fall smoothly on Minho and Jeongin’s arms, hopping off easily and thanking Jeongin.

“What about me? Hm?” Minho pouts once Jeongin’s dragged away by Felix and Chenle to take more photos, carding his fingers through your bright red hair. “You could at least say thank you.”

You look up at him and snicker, elbowing his side. “Thank you, Minhooo. Happy?”

“Better.” He smirks before twisting his upper body halfway to turn behind you. When you follow his action with your gaze, your then see Changbin and Hyunjin jogging over to you with your trophies and a large bouquet of sunflowers and roses. “I got you something by the way—well, Changbin and Hyunjin bought then I paid them or else they’ll get tissues in their mouths again.”

“Wha—?” You eye the flowers as they approach in pure shock, your eyes widening even more when Changbin and Hyunjin only send you knowing smiles and winks before running away, cheering Minho on as they escape to your other friends. “W-What? W-Why this all of a sudden?”

Minho chuckles at your reaction, passing you your trophy from the exhibition category while he holds his from the team category with the bouquet in one hand. “I just thought that...it’s the end of the season—our last season so what if I—what if I finally asked you out properly?” He explains, growing more sheepish as he explains further while he then transfers the bouquet in his free hand and thrusts the fragile gift towards you. “Felix and Jeongin suggested that I make it more grander with an after-compet performance or something but I know that’s not your type so I got you flowers instead since I know you’ll win something either way.”

“O-Oh.” You muse in your speechlessness, catching a glance of your mutual friends now crowding together from a distance and holding up their phones to record Minho’s confession. Around you, even a few passersby have also momentarily stopped to look, equally as surprised knowing your infamous relationship with your somewhat rival in these competitions. “Y-You’re—you’re asking me out.”

“That’s the plan.” He shrugs with another laugh, grinning even wider when you slowly take the flowers in your own hands to smell the flowers. “If not, then we can totally just pretend I bought you the flowers as congratulations for winning the exhibition catego—hey, woah!”

You shake your head with a smile, having already gathered your thoughts, and pull him into a hug with your free hand, effectively cutting him off and making everyone around you cheer. “Of course, I’d go out with you, dumbass.” You answer his unspoken question, making him smile over your shoulder and hug you back tightly. “Anyway, I’m too lazy to kick you out of the apartment.”

“Ya!”

“I’m just kidding!” You then pull away slightly after, tiptoeing up to give him a kiss on the cheek. “Thank you for the flowers—and also maybe for assuming that I’m going to win something.”

“You always win something, anyway—even if it’s not always the team category because you can never beat me to that in this competition.” He teases, earning him another smack on the arm. “You did win my heart.”

“Ugh, Minho, gross!” You scrunch up your nose, feigning disgust and making him laugh as he dips down to kiss you. “Please never say that in front of my face ever again, we still have Nationals at the end of the semester!”

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gumnut-logic · 3 years

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Two Birds with One Stone (Bit 5)

Bit 1 | Bit 2 | Bit 3 | Bit 4 | Bit 5

Bring on the comfort! Still @godsliltippy ‘s fault. Also, I really wanted to finish this before posting, but it has wandered on longer than expected and I’m sick of waiting - it has taken me ages to slap together this meagre thousand words - at lunch, in the car and while half asleep at the keyboard at ridiculous times of night. So you’re getting it as is while I slap together what will hopefully be the last bit, asap.

Many thanks to @tsarinatorment , @janetm74 and @scribbles97 for the read throughs and support ::hugs you lots::

I have no idea what the heck this fic is doing. I’m dumping it here and going to bed. I’m exhausted ::falls flat on face::

-o-o-o-

Waking up in hospital always sucked. The moment he smelled that far too familiar scent of sanitized and medical, he knew he had let his family down, likely worried more grey into their hair and the next few whatever time length would be required to recover would suck even more.

He hated being grounded, he hated causing pain and he hated hurting his family.

But another conscious breath supplied him with the vaguest of recaps on how he had managed to land himself here, even before he opened his eyes.

Tornado.

Gordon.

The latter was enough to slam him into full consciousness and force an attempt to fling his eyes open.

Unfortunately, whatever he had done to himself involved his head and eyes and said body parts did not appreciate being called into service in the slightest.

And there was the pain.

He groaned and brought a tubing-tethered had to his head.

His fingers encountered bandaging and swelling and ow, ow, ow.

A few calming breaths and he brought himself under control. His head throbbed, but he could manage it. Gentle finger investigations sketched out that the whole side of his head was wrapped up and it sparked worry about what exactly was wrong with him.

The last thing he remembered was Gordon and blood.

He cranked an eye open. Apparently, only one was working, the other one felt swollen shut and there were spikey things that could possibly be stitches in his eyebrow. Probably meant wonky eyebrows again, but considering the bandaging, he probably had much more than eyebrows to worry about.

But Gordon.

Where was Gordon?

He blinked and winced as it triggered his injured eye as well, but it cleared what little vision he had.

And he was confronted with red flannel.

What?

It was his shirt on arms wrapped around a tousled mop of dark hair.

It took another painful blink for the owner’s identity to register.

“Scott?” But his voice was whisper quiet and the head did not respond.

Virgil’s neck felt stiff, but he had to move, had to find Gordon.

Looking to the left, beyond his big brother he could see the end of another bed, but the curtain was in the way.

Virgil’s bed was tilted up, Scott’s head resting by his left hand. His brother appeared to be asleep, shoulders rising up and down slowly and regularly.

Virgil quietly lifted his hand up and away from his big brother and tried to reach for the curtain to move it out of the way.

He couldn’t quite touch it.

A shift on the bed, doing his best not to disturb Scott and he reached again.

“Virgil! What the hell are you doing?” A hand shoved the curtain aside.

Scott flinched and sat up, blinking. His hair stuck up in all directions.

But the voice was so Gordon, Virgil was swept with a wave of relief enough for him to collapse back against the bed. “Gords? You ‘k?”

A rustle of sheets and bare feet on linoleum, and his blond and rather pale brother shuffled into view.

Tubing, not unlike that wrapped around Virgil’s right hand, chained his brother to the bed behind him.

Meanwhile, Scott’s brain had obviously booted enough to realise what was going on.

“Gordon! What the hell are you doing?”

Gordon ignored him and shuffled closer to Virgil’s bed, his IV stand trailing behind him. But it was obvious not all was well with his little brother. He wavered a little and it was only a quick move by Scott that prevented a visit to the floor.

“Gordon what were you thinking?”

“I was thinking that I needed to see Virgil.”

Scott’s head shot around and targeted Virgil as if he hadn’t realised he was awake. “Virg?”

Virgil frowned. “Scott, you okay?”

His big brother looked awful. His eyes were red-rimmed and his complexion was grey. For a moment there, Virgil wondered which brother was doing the most holding up.

“My god, sit down, both of you.” His throat caught on the last word and he was coughing.

The world went wobbly and full of pain.

A door. Exclamations. Hands grabbed him and everything just hurt.

God.

Someone was holding him and stroking his hair.

“C’mon, honey, relax. Breathe through it.”

A blink of purple and a familiar scent. God, he just melted into his grandmother’s arms.

But...

“Scott-“

“Don’t you worry about Scotty. He’s going to get some sleep now that you are with us again.”

“Grandma-“ His brother’s voice was almost as parched as Virgil’s.

“Help Gordon back to bed and get some sleep. Use the bed you were assigned for good reason.”

There was a shuffling of feet and muttered protests, but if there was one rule in the Tracy family, it was that Grandma’s word was law.

She was still stroking his hair. “Now, Virgil, you need to relax. She nudged him back onto his pillow and he was drawn to open his eyes.

Grandma was assessing him, medical and motherly. Her hand reached out and touched his cheek. “Let’s get you some pain medication.”

“No...”

“There is no need to suffer, Virgil.” And she was thumbing the call button.

A nurse appeared and there was conversation that Virgil had no energy for. His eyes sought out Gordon who was lying on his side ever so casual like, smiling at him. His arm was swathed in bandages.

“Good to see you, bro.” The smile became a grin.

“You good?”

“Plugged and the tank has had a refill. Vintage red straight from the source.” He pointed at Scott who was now sitting on a third bed in the room, obviously too stubborn to lie down.

One flannel sleeve was loose at the cuff.

“Scott, lie down.” No wonder his brother was so pale. Virgil could guess the course of events. Determination. The arm stuck out and ready to be stuck with a needle to save his little brother.

Wouldn’t be the first time.

“I’m okay, Virgil.”

“Bullshit.” But it was quiet, because his own status wasn’t great and a tickle in his throat threatened him.

There must have been something in his expression, though, because Scott rolled his eyes and shucking off his shoes, he curled up on the bed...eyes watching both little brothers.

Why was he wearing Virgil’s clothes?

A needle appeared and something was injected into Virgil’s IV and from that point on everything was laced with fog.

John was there at one point, ever so tall and topped with copper. His musical voice asked Virgil a question involving the word tornado, but Virgil couldn’t find the energy to answer.

Alan was hugging him.

Penelope...there was a Penelope until a curtain took her away.

And then there was sleep.

Blissful, blissful sleep.

-o-o-o-

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderbirds fanfiction #Virgil Tracy #Gordon Tracy #Scott Tracy #Grandma Tracy #Sally Tracy

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padfootagain · 3 years

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A Very Rose Mistake (VIII)

Part 8 : How You Fooled Everyone

Here we go for a new chapter!!! This is a little bit angsty at the beginning BUT it takes another turn completely in the second part and… feel free to come shout at me because… I reckon the end of this chapter will make you want to kill me, indeed :) (but in a good way, you'll see!)

Anyway, I hope you like this chapter, no warnings to be applied except for a little bit of angst, but you know me, nothing too terrible!

Tell me what you think of it!

Pairing: Harry Styles x Reader

Word Count : 3913

Holmes Chapel, 2011

10 months.

It was snowing in England. It was the late afternoon and the sun was setting already on Cheshire. The first snow of the year was but a thin layer barely covering the grass, leaving patches of colours amongst its pure white shade. It would probably be gone in the morning, melted by either the weather turning to rain instead of snow, or simply by the temperature not dropping low enough during the night. For now though, lazy snowflakes floated downwards, freefalling softly to land in silence upon the houses of Harry's neighbourhood.

It would be the last Christmas he would spend in this house with his mother and sister. His musical career was growing more and more successful by the day, and with the money he had made during the past year, he had bought his mother a new house. Larger, more comfortable, and one that would be hers for good and she wouldn't have to pay for.

As he looked through his window to your house, he noticed that your light was on. You were there. It was your last year staying here as well. He knew you wanted to go to University to study history. It had been your passion for years. He guessed you'd be off to Manchester, or even London, in a few months.

But ever since Valentine's day, Harry and you had barely spoken to each other. It was such a strange thing to get used to, when, despite the distance, you had always remained close during his first year away from home. Although everything around him was changing, you were still there, answering your phone and telling him about school and all those other people he had grown up with. It kept him grounded. It kept him as himself, somehow.

But then he had gone to your door with this bloody rose and a heart full of lovesick hope, and everything had changed.

10 months had passed since that night, and now that he was back in this room that had seen him grow up, he didn't feel like it was such a long time ago.

After that night, he simply couldn't be around you the way he used to. Somehow, his feelings for you were only more visible since he was aware that they were not reciprocated. He had this aching strumming in his heart everytime he saw you or even merely heard your voice, that reminded him that you didn't see him the way he saw you. It was easier, then, to avoid you altogether so it wouldn't hurt anymore.

Which didn't work so well, because when he didn't talk to you, he missed you. So, he guessed that he had only a choice to make between hell or high water.

But the distance between you made it harder to stay in touch anyway, so it was easier for him to choose this path rather than staying by your side. He fully embraced music, and he embraced the life in the band even though it still seemed crazy to him, and he embraced the truth that he had to forget you.

Finding someone else to love seemed a good way to do so.

And he did. He found someone else to fall head over heels for, and the pain waned slowly with a little time. But it wasn't the same as having you.

Harry grabbed an empty box and started to empty the drawers of his desk. He would probably not be home before his mother would move to the new house, so he wanted to pack as many of his things as he could now, while he had a break from the busy schedule of the band. And he also expected to throw away some of his old stuff he would never be using again. His mother would take whatever they could bring to charity, and he expected to get rid of a lot of useless items thanks to this forced cleaning up.

And he did. He put aside some old toys he would never be using again and wasn't emotionally attached to enough to keep around.

Until he found a certain shoebox that he recognized in the blink of an eye, at the bottom of his closet, under his warmest jumper.

It was old, a shoebox of his mother's size, he remembered now Anne giving it to him years before, picking her new shoes out of it and handing it to him. He remembered the way he grinned and hurried in his bedroom to store a messy mix of items, and he had kept filling up the box along the years.

There were souvenirs from his holidays with his family, a bunch of old toys he loved. Family pictures with his parents and Gemma. He had a smile on his lips as he went through his memories, silly little trinkets he had gathered along the years since he was a little boy. But out of all the memories, he lingered longer on the objects that reminded him of you.

This piece of red glass he used to call you, a piece of paper where he had learned how to write your name, some pictures of you as well, green marbles you had once used to decorate a snowman. He smiled as he picked one up making it twirl between his fingers. It was cold against his skin, glimmering with green hues in the electric light of his bedroom. He remembered that day perfectly. You and him playing in the snow, and fighting in a snowball fight with Gemma and your mothers. Shaping snow with you to form a snowman that, now that he thought about it, was a little wonky-looking. But it looked great to your two childish minds. And he remembered you running from your house with the marbles. Placing them in the snow. Saying that he could keep them as you were going to leave for the holidays. Harry wasn't sure why there were tears in his eyes now, after all, his smile was still there too. But for some reason, holding this tiny token of his past with you, summoning back these happy scenes before his eyes, he felt both happy and sad. Happy about the memories, sad about the present.

He reckoned that he should let you go altogether. That he should throw away the pieces of you that remained in his life. Maybe, getting rid of those memories was the first step he ought to take.

His mother called for him from downstairs, tearing him away from his thoughts. He answered that he was coming, an automatic response that he barely noticed making. His eyes were still fixed on the tiny marble, that seemed much smaller than he remembered. But then, he had grown, and his fingers now were much bigger than when he was but a child.

Maybe throwing it all away would be the first step to forget you.

But did he really want to forget you?

He must have remained stuck at the same place, without being able to move, for a moment too long, for his mother called for him once more. This time, he shook himself out of his thoughts, closed the box, and put it back in his closet, where it belonged.

And as he opened the door to his bedroom, he slipped in the pocket of his jeans the green marble you had given him such a long time ago.

Loch Lomond, 2020

It felt strange.

A good kind of strange.

Harry had listened to your plea, without a doubt, and made a point of staying right by your side during the entire lunch. As everyone settled on their blankets and chatted merrily, Harry didn't let anyone distract him from you. When some of Amy's cousins offered him a drink, he declined, and remained at his spot on your blanket instead.

And when he wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you against him, it wasn't really a surprise when your heart skipped a beat.

His sweater was soft and warm against your cheek, and you felt so cosy in his embrace as you chatted with your cousin.

But once the dessert was devoured, and Cassie was pulled somewhere else by your aunt, and your uncle had disappeared somewhere, and your parents were busy as well, you and Harry left alone, he didn't release his hold on you.

Not even a little bit.

He kept you gently pressed against him, a strong arm wrapped around you as if to protect you from the cold. He stretched his long legs across the colourful blanket, his feet resting on the orange and red leaves covering the muddy ground, while he held himself up with one hand thrown behind him. And you followed his movements, your head like glued to his shoulder, readjusting your own position to fit his.

After all, you felt so peaceful in his embrace, why would you want to pull away?

There was no one around, and nobody paying any attention to you. So, considering your agreement, you expected Harry to put more distance between the two of you again. But he didn't. And you wondered why, but didn't complain.

There was no one watching when he bent his head to drop a soft kiss to the top of your head, but he did anyway. Although, you wouldn't have known if anyone was watching, as you had closed your eyes by then, too engulfed in the warmth of his chest against yours, too soothed by the silly patterns his fingers gently traced across your arm, too lost in the scent of his cologne.

You hesitated to rest your hand on his thigh. Because, after all, no one was paying any attention to the two of you, so it was rather useless. But on the other hand, you wanted to touch him, to simply break the physical barrier that had stood between the two of you for so long. You thought you heard his breath get caught in his throat as you finally did so, but then, he didn't move his leg away, so maybe you had been imagining it all.

Still, you looked up at him, slowly turning your head to study his expression, as if half-afraid of what you would read in his green eyes. When your gazes met though, you read the same uncertainty in his coloured irises.

Your heartbeat was less and less steady as seconds passed by, both of you staring at each other. You wanted to say something, but no words would form on your tongue. It was as if your brain had gone blank. You saw his lips parting, as if he was about to say something, but he remained silent as well, merely letting his lower lip tremble for a second, before clenching his jaw instead.

You noticed the way his Adam's apple bobbed more than usual, but again, none of you seemed able to speak, or to move, or to even think...

"Y/N!"

You jumped as your mother's call pulled you back right down to Earth. You pulled out of Harry's embrace in a hurry, quite embarrassed, although you were not sure what had triggered the feeling. You turned to your mother, who was folding a blanket nearby.

"We're going back, let's go, lovebirds!"

You let out a grunt at the silly name she had called you and Harry, but still got up, straightening your clothes before turning back towards your spot to clean up the space and gather all your items before leaving back for the lodge.

Harry, meanwhile, seemed to need a little longer than you to come back to his senses, but he did so anyway. You silently gathered everything, folded the blanket, and joined the rest of the guests back to the shore to use the little boats again.

Harry left you for mere seconds to help someone load a bag in one of the rowboats. But mere seconds were enough for Patrick to have appeared out of nowhere and start a conversation with you. And your fake boyfriend didn't like it at all.

He was jealous. Again. Nothing new. Out of all the feelings he had to control around you, jealousy had always been the hardest one to tame, and your fake relationship wasn't making things easier for him.

There were so many feelings bubbling under his ribcage again, resurrected, it seemed. Feelings he tried to bury as deeply as he could in the darkest parts of his heart, that he tried to forget, that he tried to live without. But this whole plan was making things hard for him to keep going. It was making things hard for him to keep his feelings in check now, he thought he had gotten rid of them a long time ago, but maybe he had been wrong. Maybe it wasn't so. Maybe it wasn't so at all…

Harry heaved a frustrated sigh while he strode back to your side. He was beginning to be particularly annoyed by Patrick and this whole situation, for that matter.

He slipped his hand around your waist, and the gesture seemed familiar, as if he had performed it absentmindedly, as if he had done it thousands of times before. And you couldn't ignore how easy it was for your body to fit perfectly against his, like two pieces of a puzzle locking together.

"Everything's ready, darling," Harry smiled at you, before turning towards Patrick. "Need any help with your stuff?"

"Oh! No, no, thank you," Patrick answered uncomfortably, clearly displeased by Harry's reappearance.

Harry shot him a bright smile, and turned to you once more.

"Then, we should go, my love."

You hated yourself for letting your heart make such a leap into your chest at the pet name, but really, there was nothing you could do against it. The words, spoken in Harry's deep voice, with such a gentle and delicate tone, that hadn't it been for the circumstances and for the fact that you were aware that he didn't mean it at all, you would have even dared to call loving.

He dropped a quick peck to your cheek, before turning his attention to the boat behind you, and you followed his lead, almost forgetting completely Patrick still standing by your side.

You climbed in first, and Harry soon joined you. He spontaneously took the oars, and you didn't protest. You leaned back instead, your face thrown back to face the shy autumnal sun. Despite the cold wind that blew onto the lake, making ripples and tiny waves shake the surface of the quiet loch, the sun was still warm enough to spread across your face a peaceful feeling. You closed your eyes, enjoying the feeling, and Harry was grateful for it, allowing him to admire you without being noticed. Or at least, not by you, which was all that mattered, really.

"I think we're doing better," you said after a while, more than half of the loch being already crossed, at last turning your attention back to your friend.

"Yeah? More credible?"

"I think so. We should stay on that path."

"Very well, then."

"I hope it doesn't make you too uncomfortable."

"Not at all, it's fine, Y/N."

"Good."

There was a short silence, while you let your eyes roam across the rowboats around you. But then, your gaze settled on Patrick who was in the boat next to yours, alone.

"What do you think of Patrick?" you asked out of the blue.

"What about him?" Harry mumbled.

"What do you think? Do you like him?"

"He seems… nice."

"Yeah, I think so to."

"A shame I'm in the way then. The bridesmaid isn't going to get laid during the wedding."

"Harry!" you frowned, kicking his shin. "What on Earth was that for! You know it's not my style."

You seemed offended. He hated it. Hated seeing any form of hurt across your features. Hated even more himself for being the cause behind it. But he couldn't help it. He was bitter too, and it didn't bring the best in him.

"Come on! It was a joke."

"A bad one."

You heaved a sigh, and remained quiet. But Harry was not done with the conversation, and when he spoke again, his voice was a little deeper than usual, a little hoarse, and surprisingly serious.

"Seriously though, do you like him?"

"Yeah… I think I do," you nodded, after considering the question for a few seconds.

"Do you love him?"

You laughed at that, shaking your head at him.

"Harry… only you are romantic enough to imagine that I could fall in love with someone in just a couple of days!"

"It's not impossible!"

"That kind of love exists only in fairytales. And if it does exist for real, I am immune."

"How can you say that? Ever heard of love at first sight?"

"I can't fall in love with someone like that! In just a moment, without knowing them. I need… time for that kind of stuff."

He considered your answer, and was reassured that your feelings towards Patrick, if you had any, were not serious yet.

"Anyway, I'll see after the wedding, maybe I'll give him a call then. A date could be nice," you went on, and your friend's heart dropped again.

You went on to talk about something else, but Harry had lost his focus on the conversation at hand. You had almost reached the edge of the loch again, and Harry's attention was drawn to Patrick on the boat nearby.

He was handsome, and he was nice, and Harry should have encouraged you. But your friend was jealous, and he was selfish sometimes, like everyone could be, and he simply couldn't help but think that you deserved better. Better than Patrick, and better than himself.

The anger that was slowly yet steadily burning more and more vividly through his veins made him work with the oars faster, not really caring in what direction he was going. He didn't notice that he was heading towards an area filled with fallen branches and large roots of trees that grew along the shore. He didn't notice either the rock that was barely grazing the surface of the water, and neither did you, as you were lost in a one-sided conversation.

It's only when you started to be rocked left and right by the branches you bumped into that you frowned.

"Harry, look out where we're going!"

"I am paying attention."

"We're not even close to the lodges, you went too far to the left."

"In case you hadn't noticed, my back is at the shore," he snapped, and you wondered why he was so grumpy all of a sudden.

Because he had been so fast at pushing the boat forward, you were the first boat to arrive close to the shore, but the obstacles in your way made your progression more and more difficult. And when your boat hit the rock and was pushed in the opposite direction, you lost your balance, falling to the side, and dragging the boat with you.

And the boat turned over.

The water was freezing cold, enough to knock out all the air in your lungs. Enough to make you unable to move for a while. It was the feeling of Harry grabbing your forearm and pulling you upwards that brought you back to the moment, and you broke the surface again, taking in a deep breath.

You found out quickly that the water wasn't deep, and you could stand on your feet, the waterline only reaching your stomach then.

"Are you alright? Did you hurt yourself?" your friend asked, all signs of annoyance now gone and replaced by worry.

You turned to Harry, your teeth already chattering, but shook your head.

"I'm alright. You?"

"Fine. Just… drenched, and very, very cold."

He helped you making your way to the shore, and at each step the two of you took, the angrier at him you became.

"Couldn't you be careful?!" you accused him.

"Sorry."

"Sorry?! Look at us!"

"Well, I didn't do it on purpose, obviously!" he fought back, clenching his jaw, and you weren't sure if it was out of anger, or to prevent his teeth from chattering as the cold wind got caught in your wet clothes, making you feel even colder than before.

Your fingers seemed pierced by hundreds of needles at the contact of the cold air, and your cheeks tickled with the freezing wind too. But you turned to Harry instead of hurrying to shelter.

"I can't believe you! You crashed our boat! I'm freezing!"

"Well, if you were so good with oars, why didn't you take charge, huh? As I'm clearly not capable of doing anything?"

"Certainly not of handling a boat, no! Here is the proof!"

You were interrupted in your rant by a sneeze. Harry had always found it absolutely adorable, the high-pitched sound that you let out when you sneezed. And all of a sudden, his anger subsided, just as quickly as it had formed across his frame. And he wasn't angry. His eyes changed the way they stared at you, with fondness instead of wrath. And a wave of laughter started to bubble in his chest.

And finally, he laughed. Loud and bright, and ridiculously contagious.

You were stopped in your tracks for a moment, staring at him as you were readying your next argument, but instead, were caught off guard by this sound you had always found the most radiant in the world.

And suddenly, the situation didn't anger you anymore either. You realized, on the contrary, how ridiculous the two of you were, drenched and with your jeans covered with mud, as you had fallen into Loch Lomond. It was funny. You had to admit that the whole situation was hilarious. So, helped by how contagious Harry's laugh was, you started to wheeze and then laugh yourself.

"I can't believe you've managed to make us fall," you struggled to let out, bending over in laughter, your arm now clenched over your painful stomach.

"I have no idea!" he doubled with laughter, taking a step towards you, and resting a hand on your shoulder to steady himself. He was laughing so much, he was ready to fall over.

You finally calmed down as you noticed the other guests coming closer, starting to reach the shore as well. All of them were looking at the two of you.

And then, the idea struck you.

They were all looking at the two of you.

When you turned to Harry again, you were not laughing at all anymore.

He dried his eyes where tears had gathered, and he struggled to catch his breath.

"That's one you're gonna use against me for a while!" he chuckled some more, before looking at you again.

"Harry."

"Hmm?"

"I have an idea."

"An idea? What kind of idea? If it involves us getting inside and out of the cold, sign me in."

But you shook your head.

"No, I… Please, don't freak out, and don't push me away. Everyone's looking, that's perfect."

He frowned.

"Y/N, what are talking abou…"

But before he could finish his question, you had taken one more step towards him, and in doing so closing the distance between the two of you. Before he could register what was happening, you were closing your lips upon his.

And you were kissing him.

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sweater-daddiesdumbdork · 4 years

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i just watched this video of chris drunk during an interview and omg he is the cutest bean ever😍 so here comes another request, chris is out, drinking with friends and he calls you because he is clingy with you more so when drunk and he is just spilling everything, how much he loves you and the whole wedding vows and promises and then he comes home but doesn’t recognize you and he is like ‘no, i don’t wike you, i have a girlfriend’😂 i know very specific but omg i’m so in love with him💕

Babes, he is the Sweetest cutest drunk man ever, if its the video where he goes on about how hes not a tap dancer, but lets lay claim to that fame, cause why the hell not. XD haha. I loved trying to picture what he would do. And absolutely he would get so gushy for his girl, needing to tell her how much he loved her. Awww. Love this one, thank you so much!

“God I need a break”

Chris’s arm slung over his eyes as he tipped his head back, taking a deep chest raising breath. You glanced up from your seat across the room, watching him from over your book. A frown playing on your lips at the sight of him being so tensed and stressed out. Everything about him right now was taunt and rigid. And with a sigh he moved back into a sit, leaning over his documents spread on the coffee table. Setting your book aside, you grabbed your phone and headed into the kitchen, pulling up a group chat with all of Chris’s closest friends.

‘Hey what you guys all doing tonight?’ You chewed your lip a bit waiting. They were rather quick though, sending you a quick fire replies.

‘Nothing!’

‘Staying home on the couch watching trash tv’

‘Suggestions?’

‘Whats up Buttercup?’ Last one came from Scott, he started giving you teasing nicknames simply cause you were practically his sister in law at this point.

‘Chris desperately needs a night out with all of you, and wont ask for it himself. Help him (and me) out?’

You peeked back out of the room, to see Dodger huffing at Chris with a ball in his mouth, shoving into his lap. Chris absently with a flick of the wrist tossed it across the room. The fact he wouldnt even look up, but the crease deepened in his forehead as his eyes scanned the words, rubbing his chin let you know he needed this. He kept up like that, his beard you adored so much was gonna be rubbed off. Come on guys, you thought. It was then you heard the ping, and it popped up on your screen.

‘Say no more, we will take care of it’

They were the best. Seconds later Chris’s phone started buzzing, rattling across the coffee table, jarring him at the noise. It was persistent, as he reached to grasp it, going through the ‘Buddy, Julios, 8 pm tonight!’ messages, Scott sending a private one later ‘Picking you up tonight’ Leaving it so Chris didnt have to worry about driving.

“Y/N, the guys want to go out tonight... “ He pushed off the sofa and went in search of you, finding you standing at the kitchen counter, selecting an apple out of the fruit bowl and start slicing it up. “Hmm, whats that Chris?” You ask while coring your fruit, asting as if you didnt know what he was gonna ask.

“Guys want to go out tonight, you want to come? They are apparently not taking im to busy as an answer. Scotts driving.”

You act surprised, and give a shake of the head. “No, Im gonna stay home tonight. Working on a work project, and I want to finish it up.” You gather your fruit in a bowl and come around to reach him. “But I will leave the porch light on for you Handsome.” You lean up as if to kiss him and when he went to meet you, you stuff an apple in his mouth, grinning as you pluck up another piece and snip of the tip of it.

“Just dont forget your keys cause I will be sleeping.” You smirk, after swallowing, moving to go around him. He wasnt about to let you get away though, catching you around your hips and pulling you in close, using his beard to tickle your neck. “Oh I know you had something to do with this Baby!”

You are laughing and squealing, denying your guilt as you try to escape. “No way! It wasnt--- CHRIS!” he was relentless though and chased you into the livingroom once you broke free, already he was starting to relax more.

That night, you did as you promised and left the porch light on, making sure the door was locked and headed into the bathroom to brush your teeth. Your phone sat nearby, and right in the middle of you scrubbing for those pearly whites, Chris’s ring tone popped up, the phone lighting up the picture of the three of you. Picking it up, you had to chuckle at the message.

‘Baby, I miss you so much. What are you doing? Do you miss me yet.(sad face sad face heart)’

You typed out ‘Brushing my teeth and heading to bed. Sounds like your having a good time. (wink)’

It wasnt even seconds before you got another one, this time it was ‘But do you MISS me?’ Yea he was tipsy, he always got a bit needy once he had some liquor in him.

‘Yes, course I do. Sleeping all alone is tough without you to cuddle up with.’ You knew that would make him smile. Snapping off the light, you go into the bedroom and turn down the bed, setting about doing the rest of your nightly routine when it pings again. This time there is a video, which you move to sit up against the headboard, hitting play.

It starts out all wonky, like Chris didnt have the camera still, and then it turns to him, at an odd angle, he must not be holding it high enough, and hes shouting over the music. “Y/N, I couldnt type anymore, the keys are to small.” he lifts it higher and you can see the others in the background, goofing off and shouting at him to return to the party, he waves them off and steps away further, away from the music, so you can hear him properly now. “I just wanted to tell you how much I fucking love you. Oh so much baby.” He rubs his face quickly, you can tell what hes saying is important to him, something that hes kept for a while, but finally had to get it out. Whenever he gets emotional, he rubs and touches his face. “I just need you always in my life, and I know you will tell me not to be silly, but listen. I love you so much, I just need to tell you. When we get married, im writing my own vows, your worth so much baby, I cant wait to make you all mine. I still need to go buy that ring though. How do I open up reminders?” His finger slammed down on the phone and its here he accidentally hit send, making you laugh hard enough that tears start streaming down your face.

It was no hidden fact that Chris wanted to tie the knot, he had mentioned it several times, so you couldnt wait to show this to him to see that flush rise up his cheeks and him shrugging as if he confessed some big secret. “Dont pay attention to that, I have to do it right!” Little did he know that you didnt even need the ring. If he just asked, you would in a heartbeat agree. But as he said, he wanted to do it right, and you were fine with waiting for him to be ready.

You send a message to Scott. ‘Please bring Chris home safe, hes so liquored!’ Which Scott just sent back a laughing emoji, clearly amused with his brother. It went quiet, and you pull the blankets up, falling asleep shortly after.

It was a couple hours later when you heard Dodger shuffle out of the bedroom and give a soft bark. Chris must be home, you thought as you rolled to get up, and wearing nothing but his oversized tee, you pad out to see where he was. Ahh, the kitchen. On the counter was several bags of what looked like taco bell, and he was rummaging for something. You lean in the doorway and say his name “Chris, honey, what are you looking for?”

From in the fridge he remarks “more cheese, I need more cheese” Between his legs, Dodger also has his head stuck in the fridge, the two of them quite the pair. You open a cupboard and take out some nacho cheese, unscrewing the top for Chris. In this state of mind, you didnt want him to try for himself. “Here Handsome, I got you a jar.” He turned suddenly, half tripping over Dodger as he went for the bag of tacos, and dumping out a pile of food. “Your the best... “ drizzling cheese all over his taco and taking a big bite, he gave what could only be described as a dirty moan, his eyes rolling back. “This is the best, besides Y/N’s tacos. I miss my baby”

“Im right here” You state, but he ignores you, going back to his taco. While hes eating, you go back to lock the door, pick up his shoes, and leave the rest of his chaos for the morning.

Getting back, you see hes left behind his meal, and with a roll of your eyes you pick that up to. He would make it up to you tomorrow. You would be sure of it. Heading towards the bedroom, you saw him collapsed on the bed, groaning. You bite your lip to keep from laughing, going to set on your side of the bed. “Chris, do you want to get undressed?”

His eyes slanted open as he looked up at you, and he groaned, turning away. “Go away, wheres Y/N?”

Well this was a first for you, your hand touches Chris’s back. “Baby, its me.”

He shifted once more to turn on his side facing away from you, muttering “I dont wike it, Stop, go away, your not Y/N”

“Chris?” You move to lean over him, your hand braced on his shoulder for leverage to glance over his half sleeping form, and he half slapped at your hand touching him, grumbling into his pillow. “Stop, I dont wike it. Wheres Y/N?” It wasnt often Chris resorted back to placing his W’s in place of the L’s.

You pull back and study him a moment, getting your phone and texting Scott.

‘How much did you guys give Chris?’

‘Oh honey, that boy is out of commission when I dropped him off at home. He should be passed out by now.’

No shit Scott, you think. Setting your phone aside. Chris has shifted again, to his back, and gives a smile seeing you and sighing. “Y/N is so beautiful, I cant wait till we have all the babies. Little Y/N all over the place.”

You pat his chest and lay down next to him. “Yes sir, all the babies, and Chris can change all the dirty diapers, and car pool them back and forth to soccer camp.”

He loped an arm around you and cuddled you in close to him, humming. “Yup. Tell Y/N that when she comes home that I miss her.”

“Oh of course, she will be very happy to see your home safe.”

That made him smile and he buried his face in your hair. Within minutes he started snoring softly, and you moved his arm from over your chest to settle at your waist. Finally you to drift off for the night.

The next morning came to you waking up first, bleary eyed, Chris came into focus, having moved during the night. Now he was on his back, head tipped back into the pillows, and mouth wide open. You were pretty tempted to take a picture, but before you could move, he slung an arm around you and twisted to his side, muttering against your shoulder.

“What Handsome?”

“I want... to die. Ugh” He lifted his head enough to rub the sleep out of his eyes and rubbed his chin against your neck, resettling himself against you. “How bad was I?”

Your hand comes up to card your fingers through his hair, light and gentle, he started humming softly at the soothing feeling.

“Well... You insisted on eating tacos, left a whirlwind of stuff in our livingroom, and you didnt remember who I was.” That shot his head up, in confusion.

“What?”

“Yea, you were convinced I was another woman and everytime I tried to like touch you to make sure you were okay, You brush me off and demand to know where I was.” You giggled softly at the memory, and he dropped his head groaning.

“Shit baby Im so sorry if I was an ass.”

“No no, you werent. It was more like you just wanted to see me, and you werent gonna accept another woman. It was kind of cute. You kept saying I dont wike it whenever i touched you. Oh and you um... sent me a video.”

He grumbled against your shoulder. “Course I did... I dont even want to know what was on it.”

You bring your hand to slide down the back of his neck, to his shoulders and rub along his upper back. “Well, it was all good stuff Chris. It was about how much you missed me, and loved me, then there was talks about a wedding ring.” Again he groaned against you, lifting his head up.

“Listen Y/N, when I said all that... “ He started and you cupped your hand over his mouth.

“Stop Babes, you were drunk. You really dont have to say anything. It was a cute video, and thats all I took it for.”

His eyes flashed in a touch of relief, another less sure woman might have been hurt at her mans relief, but you knew better. Chris was a man who ‘wanted to do it right’. You tilted your head up and nuzzled your nose against his. “How about you jump in the shower, and I will go make us a hangover cure?”

“And whats that?”

“Why more alcohol of course.”

He seemed to ponder a bit on your offer, and rolled to sit up, stretching. “Your on baby. Can you stay in my shirt though?” His blue eyes darkened in desire. “Cause your so fucken sexy in my clothes and I have plans for us later.”

You move to get off the bed, cupping his face once you stand and kiss his lips playfully. “Of course” As you turn to leave, his hand snaps playfully across your bare ass, and you smirk leaving the room.

Party is just getting started now.

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aweebwrites · 4 years

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Fluttering Wings

“Jay, seriously. Leave this to me alright.” Cole huffed, pushing away the now pouting, curly haired male with a black wings that faded into brown at the end, the brown lighting up to a golden orange colour in the sun.

“But I want to help!” Jay protested, his blue wings that held darker and lighter blue spots close the end were ruffled up as he prepared to throw a fit.

“Jay, you know Cole makes the best nest. Let him do his thing. You on the other hand, need to stop messing up your feathers when I just fixed them.” Kai says with a tone of light irritation as he pulled Jay close to him, his red wings that held feathers that transitioned from red to orange and at the very tips, gold folded against his back.

“Yeah but this is different! He’s coming over today! Everything has to be perfect!” Jay says anxiously, fidgeting as Kai continued to attempt- and continued to fail- trying to fix his feathers.

“Listen bluebird, we know you’re nervous- heck, we are too! But we gotta keep our cool. Too much excitement might chase him off. He’s not Kai who likes that sort of thing. He’s… Quieter.” Cole says as he stepped back and looked at their much larger nest, made out of the softest blankets and pillows they could find now built much wider if they were lucky enough for him to possibly end up staying the night.

They had nothing carnal in mind. Not when they were still getting to know each other.

“Yeah. Cole’s right. We have to keep calm and not have the whole place stinking of three nervous idiots.” Kai says wryly as he stepped away from Jay to push open the windows so they could air out their anxious scents. “Zane’s cool and level headed. This might make him feel pressured.” He says as he opened the balcony door then stepped out to give his wings a shake, grimacing at his own anxious scent all but dripping off his wings.

He folded his wings against his back again and kept them that way. As long as he had them folded, it’s harder for him to reek of desperation. The thing is, they’ve gotten to really like Zane. A normal person would say that them liking Zane was expected as he was their missing soulmate and that they should really not be making such a big deal about this- and Kai would reply rather rudely that they clearly don’t have a soulmate to know what bullshit just came out of their mouth. Being soulmates didn’t guarantee that their relationship would be perfect nor that anything is guaranteed. Very few people in this world had soulmates and a fraction of those people actually have a functioning relationship with their soulmates.

Cole and Jay hated his guts at first and he wasn’t a fan of them either. He was a wild card, chasing the tail feathers of any pretty girl or guy. He was in for quick flings. Settling down wasn’t something he was interested in and stumbling across Cole and Jay, seeing that their feathers matched two of the three soul bound feathers in his primaries had him panicking and pushing them as far away as he could. He had ran into them again while he was out with Nya and pulled his asshole act again- and she had almost kicked his ass and forced him to find them and apologize. He could have simply told them that he wasn’t ready for something serious but his fight or flight was a bit wonky to say the least. Considering that they lived in the area, they weren’t hard to find. He apologized and actually talked with them and well…

He found out they weren’t too bad. Sure he already knew appearance wise, they were both his type but they had personalities he liked and could get along with. They started to hang out more often, he started spending time at their place and… Before he knew it, Cole was asking him to move in. He had fallen into a relationship with them and hadn’t even realized it until then. And the thing is… He found himself wanting to say yes, to take that next step with them… So he did… And here he was, far happier than he had been with his touch and go flings. Kai turned around and looked off the balcony, at the view of the sea not too far away. He knew he wasn’t the most likable person, had chalked Cole and Jay liking him after all he said them having shitty tastes in people. Zane was… Different. He was nothing like Jay’s constant energy or like his fiery personality (Jay’s words, not his) or even like Cole’s supportive presence. He was… Cool. But not in a bad way. He always has this look in his absolutely stunning blue eyes looking at them. Something soft and fond. It was hard to describe. Something like… An autumn wind. That cool wind blowing by, wrapping you up and reminding you that winter’s on the way.

“Getting poetic, aren’t we?” Cole mumbled as he wrapped his arms around Kai’s waist, startling him a bit.

“Shit…” Kai swore, covering his face with one hand as he blushed, realising he probably said most of what he was thinking out loud.

“Hey don’t worry about it.” Cole murmured into his spiky hair. “Believe me, he’s doing things to us too. I can’t stop thinking of how much I want to bury my face into his feathers… They look so soft…” He whispered, lifting his right wing so he could look at the pure white feather there, in between a spotty blue feather and a red feather that transitioned like flames.

“God, right? And he smells so good too. Like- like-”

“Fresh snow.” Jay helpfully added as he walked over to join them, burying his face into Kai’s shoulder once he pulled him close, his fiery wings wrapping around them. “I want him to hug me like this…” He mumbled into Kai’s shirt, his freckled ears turning pink at the quiet confession.

“I want to see his feathers in our nest…” Kai whispered, imagining how well those beautiful white feathers would look with theirs.

Jay gave a pitiful whine at the confession, Cole releasing a dreamy sigh over them.

“... Fuck, he really has us wrapped around his finger, doesn’t he?” Kai says in realisation.

He received two confirming grunts from his soulmates.

“... And for the record, you’re like fine wine. It’s an acquired taste not everyone will get.” Cole murmured after a while and Kai snorted, his flush returning but lighter, enough to show off his faint freckles even more.

“Come on. Zane will be here any minute now. He likes tea so we should make him some.” Kai says, breaking away from their cuddle pile.

“Do we even have any tea leaves?” Cole asked as Jay hopped over the low partition to their nest, his wings helping him land safely in the living space of the very open concept house Jay’s birth father gave him for his 18th birthday.

The only room that had walls was the bathroom

“Uh no but I should still have that box of Jasmine tea…” Jay called out as he padded into the kitchen on bare feet.

“That tea you bought like a month back when you were in a tea craze?” Kai asked as he too hopped over the railing, Cole being the only one taking the stairs. “Is’t that expired?” He asked as Jay checked the cupboards and found them way in the back of the top cupboard.

“Nope. It still has a solid year left on it.” Jay says as he climbed down the step ladder it took him weeks to swallow his pride to use. “Can I do this much?” He asked Kai, looking at him with large blue eyes and Kai huffed.

“Alright fine.” He caved and Jay beamed, setting the box down on the kitchen island and took out the kettle.

“If he burns down the place, you’re the one who’s gonna have to explain that to Mr. Gordon.” Cole commented as he pulled his hair that draped just past his shoulders into a messy bun.

“I’m just boiling water!” Jay protested.

“Just like you were just making toast?” Cole asked him with an arched brow.

“That still isn’t my fault! The toaster malfunctioned!” Jay huffed as he set the kettle filled with water on the stove and turned it on.

“Uh-huh. And who was the one tampering with the toaster because it ‘Couldn’t get my toast just right’?” Cole asked and Jay sputtered in insult, his wings puffing up as he did.

“Kai! Cole’s being mean to me!” He complained and Kai snorted.

“You brought this down on yourself Bluejay.” Kai told him, amused as he sat around the kitchen island.

“Both of you! So cruel to team up on me, your soulmate! I thought you loved me!” Jay pushed his voice to break as he swiped nonexistent tears away from his eyes.

“‘Course we love you doll…” Cole says softly and Jay smiled at him.

“But you’re also fun to tease.” Kai added and Jay looked insulted.

“Our Blazebird has a point.” Cole grinned and Jay looked even more insulted.

“Mean!” He yelled, throwing his hands up and both Cole and Kai laughed- only for them to all jolt once their doorbell wrung.

“Oh fuck I think I’m about to throw up.” Kai admitted, his own wings ruffling up anxiously.

“Don’t.” Cole says as he got up to answer. “Deep breaths. Keep cool.” Cole murmured to himself as he stopped before the door.

He took a deep breath then opened it- only to deflate at the sight of the mailman.

“Package for Jay Walker.” He says handing him a box.

“Yeah. I’ll take it.” Cole says as he accepted then signed the paper presented to him.

He then looked the box over as the mailman left and was about to head in- when he spotted bring white in the morning sun. He knew those wings anywhere.

“Zane!” Cole called out and the platinum blond whirled around at his name, blinking at the house then looking relieved once he saw Cole.

“Cole. Hi. I’m glad to see you.” Zane says as he was close enough, his smile having Cole’s heart thumping against his chest. “I admit, I thought I was lost for a moment there.” He says sheepishly and Cole all but melted.

“No worries. We should have probably warned you houses around here are a bit far apart.” Cole says, rubbing the back of his neck, that detail slipping him. “Uh, but come in. We have some tea on the stove. I hope you don’t mind Jasmine tea…” Cole says as he stepped aside with the box under his arm still.

“It’s my favorite.” Zane smiled, walking in.

He noticed immediately that all their shoes were left by the door and didn’t hesitate to comply. He wouldn’t want to offend them… Cole on the other hand was thanking Jay for buying that specific flavor.

“We had breakfast already but if you’re hungry, we could fix you something…” Cole suggested, knowing it was early still.

“It’s alright. Echo would never let me leave home without eating.” Zane smiled, setting his shoes and socks aside, allowing Cole to usher him over to the kitchen that was visible from the door, the whole house completely opened up.

It was… Nice. The ceiling was really high too, perfect for short flights if any of them needed it appears.

“Zane, hey. Glad you could make it.” Kai smiled at him and Zane returned it.

“Hiya Zane! I’ll have your tea ready in a sec.” Jay says as he moved to attend to the now whistling kettle.

“By the way Jay, you have a package from your parents.” Cole says, holding it up.

“Sweet. Put it wherever. I’ll open it later.” Jay says as he reached for the fine china his parents and his father insisted he keep in case of guests.

Those three really did think of everything, huh?

“You can sit if you’d like.” Kai gestured to the seat next to him as Cole set the box down on the coffee table in the living space.

“You all live rather close to the sea. I never expected that.” Zane says as he took the seat offered to him.

“Really? Is it that much of a shocker?” Jay asked, placing the tea with one sugar before him, smiling once Zane offered him a quiet thank you.

“Not quite. It's more along the lines of… I haven’t seen the sea in person.” Zane shrugged then sipped his tea, humming at the taste.

“Really?” Cole asked as he took the seat on Zane’s other side, Jay sitting across from him.

“Really. While our father never kept us cooped up at home, the beach was somewhere we’ve never actually thought to go to somehow.” Zane told them after a sip of his tea. “We’ve climbed mountains, camped in the most remote of forests, went caving… But never the beach… Now that I think about it, I'm sure Echo would love it.” He gave a fond smile as he spoke, thinking of his younger brother.

That gave Jay an idea.

“Then how about we spend a day at the beach next time?” He grinned and Zane blinked at him with wider eyes. “It’ll be fun! You can bring Echo, Kai can bring Nya and she can bring her girlfriends if she likes!” He says and Kai considered that.

It could actually be fun. It’s been a while since he hung out with his sister. She was all too happy to see him out of their childhood home after all and he was sure that definitely has something to do with the silver and red haired girls she’s been seeing for a while.

“Sounds fun.” Zane admits with a small smile, taking another sip of his tea.

He’s met Kai’s sister and her girlfriends briefly once he met up with Kai in New Ninjago City once…

“We could even bring our son alo-”

Zane choked on his tea as the words left Kai’s mouth, all of them jumping into action as Zane coughed, setting the almost empty cup of tea aside, Cole patting his back as Jay slid him a cup of water quickly. He accepted it gratefully, nodding at Kai’s concerned questioning as he drank. He sighed as he set the cup down then swiped at his watering eyes.

“I’m sorry.” Zane immediately apologized once he found his voice. “You’ve… Never told me you had a son.” He says, looking around at them for hopefully, a explanation.

“Oh.” Cole says quietly, a small frown on his face.

“... We… Thought you knew.” Kai whispered as he frowned too.

“Yeah. We’re… Listed as Lloyd’s parents…” Jay says, more confused than anything.

“Oh…” Now Zane felt foolish.

He did meet Cole at the Elementary School he worked at, had seen that their names were listed in the parent/guardian section, but Lloyd, who so happened to be in his class, looked nothing like either of the three of them nor did he have any of their last names so… He had simply assumed they were more distant relatives of the eager little blond boy… He felt an embarrassed flush travel up his neck as he folded his snow white wings- save for three of their feathers in his primaries of each of his wings- tighter against his back to prevent them from covering him as they did on their own when he was embarrassed.

“I’m sorry… I- I had assumed…” He looked down at his pale hands, feeling his face turning red.

“That we’re his uncles? Or even friends of his parents? Yeah don’t worry about it. We get that a lot.” Kai huffed, breaking the ice in their conversation.

“I mean, sure we aren’t his biological parents but we are his parents still.” Jay shrugged and Zane felt even more embarrassed.

Of course adoption was an option. He might have put his whole foot in his mouth here… Now that he thought of it, he made himself sound as if-

“... The question is… Us being Lloyd’s dads… Is that a dealbreaker?” Cole asked, all eyes on him now.

“No! Not at all!” Zane was quick to say, looking up to meet Cole’s eyes again. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking. Lloyd’s a great kid with a big heart. Despite the tough times he’s had, he’s strong to push through them like he has…” He says softly, thinking back to his first day, how wary he was when his other students were actually being nice to him.

Now, he and Nelson were fast friends.

“... Things have been tough for him.” Kai admits, glancing up at the other side of the platform where their nest was.

That area was where Lloyd’s ‘room’ was, his small nest having little green and gold feathers all over, along with their larger ones, the area filled with comics and his prized completed collection Starfarer Comics Jay’s father- his grandfather- happily signed for him in a trophy case. He was spending the weekend with Nya and her partners so they could have the time to connect more with Zane.

“With his father’s passing and his mother’s… ‘Means’ of taking care of him…” Jay frowned, remembering that hellish boarding school they basically rescued him from.

“But he’s a good kid. The best kid in our biased opinion. We love the little squirt.” Cole huffed, eyes lingering to the drawing he put up on the fridge he found after Nya came to pick him up.

It took a keen eye to realise, but they could clearly see a figure of each of them hugging him close, their wings protecting him. Even Zane was there, his figure in light blue. That was no surprise to them though. Zane was one of his favorite persons. He likes to make that clear when they don’t give him candy before bed. He was rather excited once they sat him down to explain they would try dating the blond too. Zane couldn’t hold back a smile at the collective expression he’s come to name ‘loving father look’ that had appeared on all of their faces. They were good men with a great son. Each of their hearts were large and filled with nothing but love to give and… Zane wasn’t ashamed to say… He’d like to be a part of this, to be loved and give love in return.

“Ah. Your shirt.” Kai says and Zane looked down at his white button down that was spotted with the tea he had choked on. “I can throw it in the washer if you like. Cole can loan you a shirt in the meantime…” He suggested.

“Sure.” Zane nodded, not quite able to resist the idea of being wrapped up in any of their clothes, carrying their scent.

“Follow me.” Cole says as he slid off the stool, heading further in the room. Zane followed behind him as Jay got to washing up the cups he used, Kai drying them.

He walked up the out of the way stairs, looking out through the large glass wall it was built against as he did, noticing a lovely flower garden outside, no doubt in his mind that it was Cole’s handy work. He was a florist after all. He looked up at Cole’s broad back that held large wings, the brown ends shimmering to golden orange in the rays of sun that hit it. Breathtaking. Zane wanted to bury his face into those feathers. At the top of the stairs, Cole headed for the closet whose doors were made completely of glass to make the area feel even larger. Zane couldn’t help but eye their large nest decorated in their loose feathers, their scents strong here. It was clear they spend a lot of time here.

“Is this alright?” Cole asked and Zane snapped his head up to where he held up a black band t-shirt. “I can find something else if-”

“No, it’s alright. Thank you.” Zane smiled, though the truth was that the shirt was well worn, which meant it was one of Cole’s favorite shirts.

He wanted to wear it just because of that.

“Alright. Then I’ll leave you to it. Come down when you’re done.” The larger male smiled as he handed over the shirt then headed downstairs.

Zane watched him go then glanced back at their nest. If he was a man of lesser control, he would have rubbed himself all over their nest like a cat. But he had morals. He unbuttoned his shirt then slipped it off his shoulder and shaking them off his wings. He then held the dark shirt up and turned it around, noticing that the wing holes were rather large. It only meant that sliding them on would be easier. He slipped the shirt on, his wings sliding out the back with ease. It smelled strongly of not just Cole, but all three of them. If Zane didn’t know better, he’d think they had marked it before putting it down. Though he can entertain the thought… He pulled his left wing close when he felt an itch, combing his fingers through the white feathers- then hummed once one of his normal primaries slipped free. He looked over the single feather- then their nest. He bit his lip.

Should he? He twirled his own feather in thought before he walked closer to their nest and set it down inside. He did want this so why not? With that, he scooped up his shirt and headed back downstairs, ready to spend the day with them.

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Jay woke up sluggishly, an unfamiliar scent under his nose. He kept his eyes closed, not willing to so much as move yet. Though, he was curious. Did Cole lose weight? His chest and arms wrapped around his waist was a lot less cushioned by muscle… He blinked his eyes open curiously, tilting his head up to look up at Cole- only for his eyes to bulge open at the sight of Zane who was still fast asleep above him, his long platinum blond lashes resting against his pale cheeks as he breathed evenly. Holy shit. Holy fucking shit. Zane was- Jay laid his head back against his chest, his cheeks a rosy red but he was not about to get up and ruin this. This was exactly what he wanted, to be held by Zane like this- and it was happening! He nuzzled into his chest with a soft purr, the alpha in him pleased to be right where he needed to be. He smiled still, noticing right next to him, was Cole laying down on the longer side of the L shaped couch they had, his face buried into the soft looking under feathers of Zane’s opened wing, Kai tucked into his side, both of them fast asleep still.

He remembered now. They spent most of the day talking about any and everything under the sun, Zane making them dinner while they helped and Cole helped by keeping things clean. They had talked over dinner too, and when they had ran out of things to talk about, the silence falling over them being warm and comfortable, they decided to watch a movie. They must have fell asleep soon after, none of them paying attention to the clock the entire time. They hadn’t planned to have Zane spend the night- as much as they wanted to- but judging by the brightening sky he could see through one of the several glass walls the house had. Well. Jay yawned, eyes feeling heavy again. No changing the past…

_____

“Oh my god.”

“These dorks.”

“Shh! You’ll wake them!”

“Hey dad! Wake up!”

“Lloyd no-”

Too late, all three of his fathers were jolting awake at the sound of their son’s voice.

“Lloyd? You ok green bean?” Kai slurred as he and Cole pushed themselves up, Cole pulling Lloyd into his arms.

“M’ fine dad!” The 8 year old whined, trying to squirm free from his father’s tight hug, his small green and gold wings puffing up as he did.

“Cole, give him some breathing space. ‘S ok.” Jay murmured from his place half sitting up next to Zane, the latter yawning as he was also awoken by the commotion.

Cole nods then released Lloyd though with some difficulty. Usually whenever Lloyd ends up waking them up, it’s because of a nightmare and his omega nature would refuse to let him go unless he was 110% positive that he was ok. He hasn’t had one in months but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t be ready to comfort.

“I thought we agreed that you’d bring Lloyd back tomorrow, sis.” Kai mumbled around a yawn, resting against Cole as he reached out to ruffle Lloyd’s hair, the latter batting his hand away as he did.

“Uh, today is tomorrow.” Skylor says, gesturing to their digital clock next to the tv. They all blinked at the 10:34 AM it showed in bright green.

That had Zane quickly reaching for his phone on the coffee table before him, seeing 7 new messages from Echo and 4 missed calls.

“Shoot. Echo.” Zane murmured as he shot off a quick message to reassure his brother that he was fine and that he had accidentally fallen asleep. “I should get going soon.” He says as he ran his fingers through his messy hair, drawing all three of his soulmate’s attention to it.

His hair was usually impeccable and seeing it messy like this…

“Aw already? But I just got here!” Lloyd protested, pouting up at Zane with large green eyes.

“Yeah, he just got here.” Jay says, mimicking Lloyd’s pout and Zane couldn’t help but laugh, his smile brightening his face up in such a way that had all three fathers looking at him with a dopey expression on their faces.

“Well… I haven’t eaten yet so I’m sure I could stay for another hour or two…” Zane says lightly and Lloyd gave a happy whoop as he jumped up, his wings keeping him airborne.

“What do you guys say? Stay for brunch?” Cole asked as he got up, reaching up to take Lloyd from the air, keeping him in arms still, as he was still rather small for his age.

Nya shared a look with her girlfriends.

“I don’t see why not.” She shrugged.

“I’m not due to meet up with my father until much later so I have time.” Pixal says as she took Jay and Zane’s place on the couch once they got up.

“Eh. The shop’s fine if I don’t visit for one day.” Skylor shrugged.

“Can we have chocolate pancakes with chocolate chips and chocolate syrup and chocolate-”

“Woah woah. Easy there on the chocolate there bud.” Kai says lightly as Cole watched them search around the kitchen for something to make.

“A sugar high Lloyd first thing in the morning? No thank you.” Jay huffed as he found some waffle mix.

“I gotta agree with your dads little guy.” Cole told him and Lloyd huffed at them.

“Mr Zane would let me eat it.” He says as he crossed his arms.

“Mr. Zane would not let you anywhere candy this early and Mr. Zane certainly would not let you eat that much in one go.” Zane spoke up as he pulled milk and eggs out of the fridge.

“Yeah but they weren’t supposed to know that!” Lloyd whispered with a betrayed expression and they couldn’t help but laugh at that.

“They’re rather cozy, hmm?” Skylor says as she dropped down next to Pixal.

“As they should be.” Nya hummed as she pulled Pixal up then sat in her place, setting her down to sit in her lap grinning as her face flushed lightly. “Those dorks are perfect for each other.” She says as she brushed her red wing that faded into maroon and blue at the ends brushed against Pixal’s silver coloured ones that held purple stripes in them, Skylor tucking her amber coloured ones tipped with red over Nya’s other wing as they cuddled close, hearing Lloyd whine about how everyone is being mean to him and that they should apologize with candy.

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Much later on, when Zane, Nya, Pixal and Skylor had left and Lloyd had finally burnt his excitement out for having so many persons over, Jay flew up to his room, landing on the platform silently then walking over to his nest. He set him inside carefully before pulling out his covers and tucking him in. He then stood back, his heart softening at the sight of their small, blond son as he laid on his side, his hands curled tightly around Jay's old wump plushie his parents sent yesterday as he slept soundly, his face relaxed. He stretched as he turned away, leaving him to nap. He felt as if he could take one himself. He walked across to their area, ready to climb into their nest- when he froze.

“U-uh. Kai? Cole?” Jay called, barely able to keep his voice from cracking while keeping his voice low enough to not wake Lloyd.

“What’s up?” Kai asked as he walked out of the kitchen area, looking up to where Jay was as he dried his hands.

“Come here. Now.” Jay insists and Kai looked back at Cole, both of them sharing a wary look before they both moved, Kai spreading his wings, reaching him in two flaps.

“What’s-” Kai cut himself off, his eyes widening at what laid in their nest.

“What’s going on?” Cole asked seriously, his still spread wings tense with apprehension.

Jay only stepped out of his way and Cole’s breath caught at the sole white feather there laying innocently there.

“... What are the chances of this being an accident?” Kai whispered softly, unable to keep his eyes off the pure white feather.

“Zane’s not the type to just shed his feathers and leave them anywhere.” Cole immediately declined.

“So then…” Jay whispered then swallowed thickly and Kai nodded.

“Yeah…” The spiky haired male nodded.

For a courting pair- or in this case, group-, whenever a feather is left in the home of the one courting, it’s a symbol that the person being courted is interested in continuing their courting… But if they should leave a feather in somewhere more personal, somewhere that was their nest… It was a clear sign that they accepted their courtship and is willing to move onto the next step. Depending on the couple, the next step could be anything. But in their case, the next step was scenting to declare that they were taken. They just nabbed themselves their fourth. Jay couldn’t help but grin widely as Kai moved to tuck his feather in a spot where all three of their feathers remained nestled together, the white standing out beautifully amidst their colours.

“Lloyd’s going to freak.” He murmured as he stepped back to admire it.

“Lloyd? I’m freaking right now!” Jay squeaked, his wings fluttering in his excitement, lifting him off the ground a few inches.

“We might have to change a few plans then.” Cole murmured, gaining his soulmate’s attention. “We’ll have to push the beach gathering to Sunday and have Zane come over on Saturday to make things official. We can use Sunday to announce it to the others and make it a party.” He suggested.

“That’s not a bad idea actually. I can invite my mom and dad and I’m sure my father can come along. Lloyd can even bring along his friends at school if he wants.” Jay says with a wide smile.

“But Saturday has to be perfect.” Kai says seriously and they all shared a look.

“I’ll get my laptop.” Jay huffed, heading downstairs for it, knowing they were about to buy everything they could to make Saturday as romantic- and as comfortable for Zane- as they could.

______________ (There's zero plot here. I just wanted poly fluff so I wrote me some poly fluff. Hope you liked it! Thanks for reading!

Edit: As for the ABO section of things, it's not a fixed thing. It's a case where it's more of a role in the relationship, not a biological thing. Omegas are those in the relationship that spend a lot of their time at home, taking care of the household and their partners. They're the nurturing kind. Alphas are usually seen as the breadwinners of the relationship. They go out, they work, bring back that dough, etc. Betas are usually children (no matter their age) of the alpha and omega. There can be relationships with two alphas or two omegas. Being an alpha or an omega in a relationship doesn't really hold much ground though. Sure it entices certain reactions out of them but it's not that huge of a deal in this au. Nobody really cares if someone is an alpha or omega. But yeah scenting is a pretty big thing for them though. No heats or ruts either. It's just a peaceful little au [though I kinda wanna write a semi normal ABO fic with them one day].)

#ninjago #cole ninjago #jay ninjago #kai ninjago #zane ninjago #lloyd ninjago #nya ninjago #pixal ninjago #skylor ninjago #background ninjago characters #plasmashipping #Glaciershipping #technoshipping #bruiseshipping #oppositeshipping #lavashipping #volcaniclightningshipping #polyninja #aweebwrites' work

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“Wet Sugar” [Part 27 of 30]

Summary: Paradise lost...

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"You're a boy and I'm a girl But you know you can lean on me And I don't have no fear I'll take on any man here Who says that's not the way it should be

I stand in front of you I'll take the force of the blow Protection I stand in front of you I'll take the force of the blow Protection

She's a girl and you're a boy Sometimes you look so small, look so small You've got a baby of your own When your baby's grown, she'll be the one To catch you when you fall…"

Massive Attack – "Protection"

"It's okay, Sweet Pea. Don't cry."

Erik watched Hunstman handle Sydette roughly on his lap. She squirmed too much and Erik knew Huntsman would not hesitate to blast a two-year-old in the chest and toss her in the garbage like it was nothing. He'd murdered children in Kabul and South Africa without blinking an eye.

"Please don't hurt her…she's scared. Let me hold her," Yani pleaded.

Erik gave Yani a look to keep quiet. His jaw grew rigid as he watched Shipley continue to touch her breast.

"Shut up," Huntsman barked.

"Mama!"

"Sit still, Sweet Pea," Yani said.

Erik rested his Glock on his side the moment Neal had him in line with his AK-15.

"Drop it," Neal ordered.

Erik bent down and released the Glock and it clattered loudly on the floor. His eyes calculated strategy to get Yani and Sydette out of the compound alive.

"Gotta hand it to ya, bruh. You were working it out in there," Shipley said.

"We'll have a taste ourselves before we dispose of her," Neal said.

Huntsman laughed.

"Easy boys, work first then play."

Shipley's hand grabbed around Yani's waist.

"Thick bitches do feel nice," Shipley said.

"My nigga is pressed…vein throbbing on his temple. Relax your jaw, Killmonger," Neal said.

"Let the girl be with her Mom. It'll calm her down," Erik said. He kept his voice even and held his hands in front of himself.

Huntsman shoved Sydette onto the floor.

"Go to your Mum crying brat."

Sydette tumbled and hit her head on the tile. She really started wailing and Erik was ready to beat the shit out of all of them. When she raised up, Erik could see a bruise on her forehead. He clenched his fists and tried to keep his voice calm for the child.

"Go to Mama, Sweet Pea. There ya go. Stay over there."

Sydette ran to Yani and grabbed her leg. Shipley wouldn't release his hold on her mother, so Yani had to comfort Sydette verbally.

Huntsman held up a small scanner over the floor and moved around until he stood near the bar globe.

"No explosives or laser work protecting it," he mumbled.

Pushing back the globe, he typed up something on his armband computer and the loud audible click of the floor safe echoed.

Fuck.

They knew about Klaue's secret safe. Probably knew what was in it too.

His mind was dizzy with mental calculations. Klaue knew Erik was staying at the compound the extra days after everyone else left. Erik had gone through the entire security system and found no glitches or breaches in the integrity of the compound under his control. Nothing looked off or suspicious…

The dragonfly drones.

One did look a little wonky when it buzzed past earlier in the day, but he thought it was a battery problem. He'd been so preoccupied with Yani and Sydette that his normal intense scrutiny went by the wayside. And because of that, Yani and Sydette could lose their lives. All because he had become careless enjoying his blissful paradise.

"Can I pick her up? Please?" Yani begged. The strain in her voice was all too evident.

Shipley stopped pressing into her backside and allowed her to lift up the baby. Sydette touched her pajama bottoms.

"Mama I pee on myself!" Sydette cried out.

"It's okay…it's okay. Don't worry about it. Don't cry. Yuh still my big girl."

Yani comforted her daughter and her eyes stayed fixed on Erik's.

The entrance to the hidden floor safe slid open. Huntsman peeped the stairs that led to some priceless artifacts, uncut gemstones, cash, and the last traces of vibranium that Klaue had. The Holy Grail, the thing they were probably after was hidden away in Erik's duffle bag. And that bag was not inside the house. It was the only thing he had if it came down to bartering for his woman's life and the life of her child.

"Kick that over here," Neal said.

Erik nudged his Glock with his foot and slid it over to Neal's foot. Neal tucked the Glock in the band of his fatigues and walked closer to Erik. He pointed the AK-15 at his chest and his eyes dared Erik to move a muscle.

Huntsman tapped an earbud in his left ear.

"Going in," he said.

They watched him trudge down into the safe.

For what seemed like an hour, they waited and listened to Huntsman rummage through items.

"Fuck! I don't see it!"

He came running up the stairs. Pushing Neal aside, he pressed his weapon under Erik's jaw. Huntsman's wild eyes reminded him of Klaue's.

"Where is it? You are only here because what we want is here. Bark guard dog or we end those two!"

Sydette hid her face in Yani's neck.

Yani did her best to appear brave, but he could see her shaking.

"What the fuck are you looking for? Just take the shit that's down there and leave."

"The attaché. The package."

"Klaue has that—"

"No. He doesn't."

"How do you know that?"

"I know."

Huntsman jammed the barrel harder against his throat.

Erik's eyes traced over to Yani's.

She stared at the gun on him then her eyes panned up to look at his face. She appeared calm and her eyes darted to her left, toward the shelves that housed Klaue's ancient drum collection. She did that twice and Erik suppressed the smile that fought to spread across his lips.

She rocked Sydette in her arms and Shipley moved his gun down toward her waist.

Erik watched Yani ease her feet away from the merc with slow unnoticeable inches. The only thing that mattered was getting her and the baby into—

Yani put Sweet Pea down and jumped away from Shipley. Dropping to her knees she grabbed for the oldest drum on the bottom left shelf. The room went dark and Erik twisted the Glock from Huntsman's hand and shot at him while scrambling after Yani and Sydette into the secret passageway that led to the panic room.

He heard the men yelling trying to get to them as the wall sealed back up.

He ran behind Yani until they were safely inside the panic room.

Turning on security cameras, Erik was able to use heat sensors to track the men above them. They didn't have time to waste. Erik snatched another Glock hanging on the wall and checked for bullets. He handed it to Yani. Scanning the room for supplies, he found two flak jackets and new sweatpants. He made Yani put on the sweats and one of the flak jackets. He put on the other.

"Put the gun there," he ordered and she stuck the Glock in a front pocket. He found a small flashlight and stuck it in another pocket for her.

"Mama—"

"Shh, don't talk," Yani told Sydette.

Yani pulled off Sydette's pajama bottoms and made her take off her wet panties. She opened a box of wet wipes sitting on a storage shelf above the panic room toilet and cleaned her up. Pulling the pajama bottoms back on her, she looked Sydette in the face.

"We have to be very quiet, okay?"

Sydette nodded.

"They are going to tear this place apart. We have to get out of here," Erik said.

"The activation of the panic room will keep the property completely dark," Yani said.

Erik scoured the panic room again found magazines for the Glocks and stuffed them into his pockets. State-of-the-art night vision goggles hung on a wall. He wrapped it around his neck.

He took a moment to hug Yani and check on Sydette's bruise.

"They woke her up and already had her in the living room. Shipley grabbed me when I came in the bedroom," Yani said.

The left side of Sydette's forehead was turning reddish-purple. Yani put a band-aide on it to make her feel better.

Erik held Yani's shoulders gently and looked her in the eye.

"Did he do anything-?"

Her eyes darted away from his and welled up.

"Yani…tell me—"

"He touched my breasts…then stuck his gun…he stuck his gun against my privates and told me to keep quiet or he would shoot me there. Then he made me go in the living room with him."

Erik squeezed his eyes shut

"They must've been planning this for a minute. Just waiting for Klaue, Limbano, and Linda to leave with me. Baby…I'm sorry I put you in the middle of this. I knew that bitch ass Huntsman was no good from day one."

Erik checked his wrist computer. Locking in on his target, he could see Klaue was still in Sweden. Glancing back at the heat sensors on the security feed, he could make out three more intruders outside the property doing sweeps around the perimeter.

He grabbed Yani's hand and eased her in front of him.

"We gotta make a break," he said.

Checking the security feed one last time, Erik used the panic room wall screen computer to try and take control of entry and exits onto the property. He couldn't override the system in a reasonable time, and even his own wrist computer couldn't even gain him access to his own dragonfly drones to have some eyes out there. Yani was right. Activating the panic room locked everyone in place and shut shit down.

Erik opened the panic room door.

"Go, go!" he said.

They slipped down the secret stairs further and Erik pushed open the heavy exit door that led them to the darkness of another side of Klaue's private beach.

The lights of military flashlights could be seen crisscrossing in the distance above them as the mercs searched for them.

Erik scanned their surroundings. The terrain had them cut off from going around the property on foot. It would be even more difficult with Sydette. And none of them had shoes on. Neal could pluck them off from a distance with his weapon. And he had no idea what the other men lurking about were carrying.

His eyes fell upon the water.

"You'll have to swim with the baby, Yani."

"You're coming with us!"

Yani grabbed his arm and it upset Sydette whose small face crumpled.

"I can't. I have to stay back and handle them. They are going to kill you both. They will find where you live and take you both out. They don't fucking care. You are a liability. You can finger them for Klaue."

"When you…when you handle them, you'll come to us, right? I'll go to Twyla's, or I can go to the hotel you like…Erik…."

He shook his head. He felt his eyes water and Yani stood watching him in the waning sliver of moonlight.

Her head dropped down and she burst into tears.

This was it.

The realization overwhelmed her.

Sydette clung to her neck, the frightened look in her eyes escalating as she watched her mother cry.

"Baby…you have to swim for your life."

Yani flung her free arm around him and wept into his shoulder.

"Don't leave us! Please…they'll kill you. Too many of them—"

"You have to go…now!"

"Baba!"

Erik squeezed his eyes shut.

"Sweet Pea. My baby girl."

He kissed her forehead and rested his hand on her hair.

"We are going to play Hide and Seek. You go hide with Mama, and I will come find you."

"Erik don't…"

"It will be fun. You'll go hide in the water, okay?"

Sydette nodded her head, but fresh little tears sprung from her eyes. She was terrified. So was Yani.

"Be a big girl like Mama for me. Can you do that for Baba?"

"Yes."

"Yani, you have to move now. Email my burner account when you make it there safe. Do not come back here ever again. No one from your family. This is dead space now. You understand? Don't come here looking for me or asking questions about me. It's done."

Yani pressed her face into his neck and he bent down to kiss her.

Their lips touched and he let her tongue explore his mouth before he took over. He released her and pressed his forehead against hers. It was too much.

"You finish school. Become a doctor. Don't let anything hold you back."

Pulling away, he kissed Sydette on her cheek.

"Love you short stuff," he said.

Sydette reached for him and he held her by himself giving her the biggest hug he could muster.

"Ready to go hide?" he asked.

She nodded her head but there were still tears sitting on her cheeks.

"Yani…"

"I know. Come on Sweet Pea. We need to hide from Baba-"

Yani's eyes looked past him and before Erik could move with the baby, Yani yanked the Glock from her flak jacket and shot over his shoulder three times.

The large body of a white man in military fatigues fell against Erik's heels knocking him off balance for a second.

Sydette screamed from the gunshots and her sharp cries forced Erik to cover her mouth roughly. Yani secured her weapon and stuck it back in her flak jacket. She held her arms out for Sydette.

"Give her to me, I can—"

It only took a split second.

A bullet struck her head and she fell back onto the soft spray of water and sand.

"Yani!"

Erik dropped to his knees and shielded Sydette with his body as he pulled Yani's leg to move her closer to him and closer to the rock terrain to hide. Erik's heart was in his throat and a sea of red rage blinded his eyes.

"Yani…"

He couldn't contain Sydette's wailing and he waited with dread for more bullets to rain down and take them out too.

"Sweet Pea…shhhh…." Yani whispered.

Yani's voice made Erik gasp. Her hand went up to the side of her head and touched the blood that ran fast and hot. Erik touched her wound.

The bullet had only grazed her scalp.

She was still alive.

Blood ran down her face clouding her left eye.

She pulled Sydette from his arms and crawled into the water with her. Erik helped her until she was waist deep and sticking close to the rocks. Glock gripped in his right hand, he glanced back with the night vision goggles. The sound of the bullets and Sydette's cries would bring more men soon. Whoever shot at Yani wasn't far off. He lifted the goggles up. The water became deeper and pushed against Yani's chest.

"Hold my neck," Yani told Sydette.

"Bleeding…Mama…"

"I'm okay. Just hold on. Don't let me go."

Sweet Pea moved to Yani's back and wrapped her arms around her mother. Water popped up into her mouth and she coughed.

"You're okay, baby. Mama's got you," Yani said.

Erik could see Yani's left eye squinting from the blood flow. Head wounds always bled worse than other wounds, and he could tell it was freaking Sydette out a bit, and Yani was in pain.

Sydette's eyes sought out Erik's. He tried to make his face look happy for her. Tried to calm her rapid breathing as the tidewater brushed past them.

There was so little time.

"I love you both…" he said.

"I know…we love you too…"

"Get out of here."

"Find us, Baba."

"I will. Big girl, right?"

Sweet Pea nodded but her lips trembled.

He couldn't say anything else to Yani. They regarded one another for one last time. There was ambivalence on her face. He touched her cheek and a fast stream of blood ran onto his hand. She would need stitches. Her eyes closed briefly as she inhaled a deep breath then reached up and touched his hand.

Yani let Erik go and moved Sydette further into deep waters and away from him.

"It's cold, Mama."

Sydette's shuddery voice shattered his resolve and he allowed his tears to flow as he watched Yani swim out with her child clinging to her neck. They'd have to move around craggy rocks until the open water freed them from the property. He waded in a bit further to keep his eyes on them and when they were gone from his direct line of vision, Erik pounded the water. It wasn't supposed to end like this. Not in fear and terror.

His baby girl would only remember a horrible night with killers holding her at gunpoint. His woman would have to live with that memory too as well as her own physical assault and wound.

He stared up at the sky and gave thanks that the waters were calm. Cold, but calm.

They were both mermaids. They'd make it. They had to.

Now he had to go put some bodies down.

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Erik created a diversion by shooting bullets toward the compound. Whoever else was out there would scramble to find the source of the sound. He didn't expect them to kill him right away. They would wound him to capture him, torture a confession of his hiding place for the attaché, find the goods, and then murder him.

The night vision goggles gave Erik the upper hand. They were not expecting him to be there so they were not prepared to go into close-quarters combat with someone who knew how they moved. They were also locked out of the gun range equipment because of the compound lockdown and unable to grab night vision gear for themselves.

One thing Erik was a master of from his Special Ops training was close-quarters combat. His superior tactical skills earned him the nickname "Killmonger" before he even made it out onto the real battlefield. His superior officers often used him for training other military units. He swept in fast, fierce, and precise.

"Boy, you are a killing machine," his unit leader said to him after his first training round through a kill house.

An officer who hated him because of his uppity attitude quipped out of the side of his mouth trying to be greasy, "Hell, forget warmongering. This soldier is a killmonger!"

Erik still remembered the guffaws that followed, and the teasing he got from his unit with that unasked for nickname. Shit wasn't funny no more when he started racking up serious body counts in Iraq and Afghanistan or when he started carving up his flesh. Nah. Shit got real quiet. All that rah rah shut down. They grew frightened of him. But most wanted to be him.

Head on swivel, Erik moved swiftly and focused his mind on reading and reacting to what was in front of him. The immediate threat was not being caught by the others. He had to kill and move to make it out of the compound. He willed himself not to lose focus by worrying about Yani and Sydette. A cloud had covered the slim piece of the moon still in the sky, and he hoped Yani could see well enough to make it to a safe piece of land to walk out onto.

Three men were in the house, and three, now two were outside on the premises. At least that was what he saw with his own eyes. He had the Glock in his hand, the one he took from Yani, and also the weapon he stripped from the dead man. Yani blasted him in the forehead, throat, and chest. A clean line down the man's body.

He felt an anxiety chill run through his body and he took a moment to breathe as he relived watching Yani fall back in his mind. He almost blacked out when he thought she was dead. Death had a way of following him to the point that Erik thought they were kin. He pushed through the physical reaction and shelved the mental reaction. He had to keep moving.

Slight movement to his left.

He had made stealth moves to the gun range to hit up a secret path Yani showed him to get around the middle house. He wanted to get to the top and sweep them all down to the water.

Pressing himself between the grouping of trees, Erik was able to find Neal and another merc heading back down to the range. He shot the unknown merc and Neal in the back of the head and quickly snatched up the AK-15 Neal carried. He dug in Neal's ear and pulled out an earbud that he inserted into the shell of his own.

"Where the fuck is he?"

Huntsman's voice was loud and clear.

"He knows this place better than us," Shipley replied.

Erik eased into the shadow of the trees when he heard the other nameless merc approach the bodies on the ground.

"Shit, Neal and Walberg were picked off," the burly man whispered.

"Where are you?"

"Gun range. Landis is dead too. Down by the beach…"

The merc looked around nervously.

"We have to find him and get that attaché fast. If Klaue gets wind of this we're fucked. The shit has got to be hidden outside and that's where he'll go," Huntsman said.

"Can't you get Linda to hack back in and override the system again? Get the security cameras back up?" Shipley asked.

Linda.

Fucking Linda.

Erik stepped out from the trees and shot the merc in the face.

"You get him? Graham? Graham? You there? Fuck!"

Shipley's voice cracked with nerves.

"Let's just get the shit from under the floor and go! Linda fucked us!"

They went silent and Erik headed back to the main house holding the AK-15.

Hidden near the main house, Erik watched the approach of their heat signatures as they backed one another up while creeping around darkness-challenged.

Erik shot off several rounds over their heads and the men shot back blindly.

"You fucker!" Hunstman screamed and Erik shot him in both legs.

Huntsman fell forward and Shipley tried to pull him to the cover of the wrap around porch, but Erik shot him in the legs too.

"Throw your guns far before I blast you dead right where you dropped," Erik shouted.

Shipley aimed his Glock at the sky and shot wildly.

"Nigga, really?" Erik said and shot him through his shoulder.

"Throw the guns. Don't be stupid."

Huntsman threw his weapon, but Shipley was pushing it. Erik shot him again in the other shoulder.

"I can crucify you with these bullets. I got time."

Erik heard both men panting, their bodies overexerting themselves trying to crawl away under the house. He emerged from the shadows and snatched Shipley's gun from his hand.

"Bitch ass," Erik said and punched him in his mouth.

###

It took him time, but Erik dragged the dead bodies and the living Hunstman and Shipley down to Klaue's private beach. He was able to get the power back on to the rest of the compound and carried a bag filled with items that belonged to Yani and Sydette.

He adjusted the headlamp he used to see and was happy to be wearing his merc gear instead of the thin loungers and random flak vest he ran around in.

Huntsman and Shipley, bleeding and tied by their arms with packing rope eyed Erik with surly eyes.

"Linda got you in here?" he asked.

"Yeah. She discovered the floor safe," Shipley said, "I thought you two were tight. Why didn't she cut you in?"

"Fuck I care, man?"

"She didn't even know he was here. She was surprised when I told her he was hunkered down with his little bed wench. Bitch didn't even care there was a baby here." Shipley said.

"You told her about Yani?"

"Unexpected complications. What she planned as a simple extraction under Klaue's nose became a disposal unit too," Hunstman said.

Erik's eyes blinked. Mercs were ruthless, and Erik didn't have a problem with being seen as expendable. It was like that in their world sometimes. But that bitch green-lit Yani and Sweet Pea being taken out too?

He squeezed his eyes shut. He hoped they were okay. The temperature had dropped and they were dressed in flimsy coverage. And Yani's head wound…

His eyes gazed down at Shipley. Erik dropped to his haunches to get closer to his face.

"You put your hands on her," Erik said.

The icy tone in his voice made Shipley press his lips together in tight defiance.

"If you can fuck that slut then she's good for the rest of us—"

BLAM! BLAM! BLAM!

"FUCKING SHIT….JESUS!"

Erik shot three times into Shipley's penis. The man's body jerked up and a rush of blood stained his groin matching the other bloody wounds in his body. Huntsman yelled and shrank into himself.

"You fucked up Shipley. Threatened her. A woman with a child who did nothing but cook and clean for you just to make a living. My woman—"

"Fucking bastard! I'll kill you!"

"Yeah…right."

Erik pulled the Glock away from the flood of crimson spilling the man's lifeblood away and turned his attention to Huntsman. The man's eyes were bugged out and they both heard the ragged whimpering of Shipley bludgeoning their eardrums with his cries of pain.

"This was business—"

Huntsman's words were ignored as Erik grabbed him by his hair and dragged him onto his stomach.

"You pushed my baby girl down. Scared the piss out of a two-year-old and bruised her face you piece of shit."

Erik slammed Huntsman's face into the rough sand of Klaue's beach. There were more shells and pebbles there than Yani's cove and the abrasive sand tore up Huntsman's face until it was a bloody pulp. The man looked like raw ground meat by the time Erik was through with him and tossed him on his back.

"End of the road fellas."

Erik stood up and holstered his weapon. Grabbing a gas can near his foot, he poured gasoline all over the bodies that he had in a nice pile next to Shipley and Huntsman. Shipley was too weak to holler so much, but Huntsman was begging his ass off despite not having a recognizable face anymore.

Erik grabbed Shipley by the scruff of his flak vest and pants and tossed him on top of the dead men. He did the same to Huntsman.

Standing back, he lit up a cigar and smoked it. One of Klaue's best from the main house.

"You stinkin' Kaffir!" Huntsman blurted out.

Erik laughed.

"That's supposed to be your brilliant exit line? Huh?"

A groan of pain roared from Huntsman's mouth.

"Shut the fuck up," Erik said bending down to the bottom body and setting Neal's pants on fire with his lighter. The accelerant he used blazed the fire up quickly.

Erik stood back and watched the human bonfire grow higher. The stench was horrific.

When he grew weary of hearing Huntsman and Shipley screaming in agony, he shot them both in the head.

Erik stood for a long time watching, his eyes still heated and angry. He reached into his flak vest and pulled out Yani's cell phone and his own. He broke them apart and tossed them into the fire along with the bag of their belongings they had brought to the house. Clothes, hairbrushes, and make-up that could easily be replaced. Even Sydette's potty chair.

He would keep the fire going all night and then smash up the remains and bury them around the compound for fertilizer. He wasn't worried about Klaue coming home and being upset about it.

Klaue was never coming there again.

He'd be in a body bag soon enough.

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"Mama…Mama…wake up…."

Yani's head still felt groggy and hurt like hell.

Her eyes opened to the sound of cars driving in the distance and Sydette staring down at her, her hands rubbing Yani's face.

The sun was overhead and Yani raised up her aching body.

Somehow, she was able to get her and Sydette away from the property line of Klaue's compound in the water and make it far enough away that she was able to crawl out from the sea and carry Sydette up the side of a steep hill until she collapsed from exhaustion near the top.

She was so grateful that her daughter had the good sense to stay next to her and not wander of.

"Hey Sweet Pea, I'm up…I'm up."

She cradled her head and still felt the wet painful opening of her bullet grazing.

"Baba didn't find us," her daughter lamented.

Sydette's bright black eyes looked so disappointed and Yani hugged her tight.

"I know baby. We hid so good he couldn't find us."

"The bad man come?"

"No. No bad man is coming."

At least she hoped not.

"It hurt?"

Sydette touched her wound and Yani hissed.

"Yes. It hurts."

Yani felt dizzy and laid back on the ground.

"Lay here with me Sweet Pea."

Sydette curled up next to her arm, but she wouldn't lay down. Her eyes darted around. She was looking for him. Or those men.

"It's okay, baby. We're okay."

Closing her eyes, she kept one arm wrapped around Sydette and her other arm flung over her eyes.

It was a nightmare. Truly a nightmare.

After what seemed like an hour, and once Sydette had fallen asleep herself, Yani stood up and carried her daughter to the top of the hill and found herself near a road that they could walk without attracting too much attention. They almost looked normal except for their bare feet.

Yani walked for about a mile until an older Black woman pulled over in a RAV4 and rolled down her window.

"Are you okay?"

The concern on the woman's face made Yani cry.

"Get in, get in," the woman said.

"Thank you," Yani said.

"What happened to you?"

"The bad man hurt my Mama—"

Yani put her hand up to Sydette's mouth and shushed her.

The woman didn't ask for any more detail once she heard Sweet Pea.

"That looks bad," the woman said looking at Yani's scalp.

"Could you please give us a ride to my house?"

"I should take you to a hospital—"

"No, it's okay. I can fix it at home—"

"We go get, Baba—"

"Sydette, hush now."

"Where do you live?"

Yani gave her address and the woman took her there with no more questions.

###

Nannette was shocked to see the state Yani was in, but she took the opportunity to practice her nursing skills and used her stitch kit from class. She sealed Yani's wound with the help of Rum and Yani's shouts to God for the pain.

Nanette truly was a good friend because she didn't ask why the so-called rock that supposedly hit Yani looked like a bullet grazing.

"I'll probably have a bald spot there now," Yani said when she looked in the bathroom mirror.

She bathed Sydette and fed her before instructing her daughter to sleep and keep her mouth shut.

When she herself was alone in her bedroom, she was finally able to decompress and cry.

Her laptop fired up quickly and she went to Erik's burner email address.

"We made it home safe. Are you okay? Is everything okay?"

She waited, watching her email inbox, and every ten minutes she refreshed. An hour went by. Two.

Her heart rate increased and she began to sweat. He didn't make it. They got him—

"Everything was handled. I'm proud of you. Kiss Sweet Pea for me. Tell her Baba is sorry. I'm sorry, Yani."

There was a heart emoji at the end and a rush of intense emotion swam through her.

"We love you."

Her second email to him bounced back. She tried writing to him again. Another error message popped up letting her know the account was gone.

He was gone.

Forever.

Part 28 Here

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ansgar-martinsson · 4 years

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The Best Intentions - Part 6

Ansgar clicked the button on the car-shaped keyfob, and his cherry red car chirped and the boot schussed open in response.

“Ooh, a Tesla,” Joline intoned. “Nice car.”

“I know,” Ansgar quipped. “Ever been in one?”

She shook her head. “Nuh uh. Heard a lot about them, though.”

He strode to the rear of the car, and bent over the boot. He took out his helmet, a matte-carbon and mirrored AGV, and laid that on the tarmac beside him. “Well,” he said, smiling to himself, “maybe after we take your ride for a spin, we can take mine.” He straightened up, and dangled the fob in front of her, just as she did him. “You can even drive it.”

Her eyes blew wide and she clasped her hands together close to her heart, like a child waiting for a bag of candy from her grandmama. She fist pumped, her face squinching with unabashed glee. “Yes!”

The sight of her, earnest as she was, lifted Ansgar’s spirit, just that little bit.

He laughed and turned his attention back to the boot of his car. He retrieved and shook out a black leather motorcycle jacket - a Switchback jacket, emblazoned with “Harley Davidson” in shades of grey across the back. Various patches decorated the sleeves and the breast – a Swedish flag, an American flag, a massive roaring lion’s head, a Sturgis patch with crossed pistols, an ascending eagle, and a straight razor that read simply, “Revenge”.

“Where’d you get that?” Jo stepped forward and reached her hand toward the jacket. “May I? Is this yours?”

“Of course it’s mine.” He chucked it to her, and she caught it deftly. “I bought it in Sturgis, South Dakota. In America.”

“I know where Sturgis is. What were you doing there?”

He chuckled as he continued to rummage through the trunk. “I went there for the rally, of course.”

“You… you ride?” she blinked and clutched the jacket to her breast.

“Why do you think I keep my gear in my car? I didn’t just pack this up this morning, you know.” He winked.

“I… I can’t believe you ride.”

“What’s so hard to believe?” He laughed as he toed off his loafers and stepped into a low slung pair of black Ariat boots, talking as he set his shoes in the trunk, as he took his jacket back from her and shimmied into it, as he fitted a pair of black leather gloves over his hands. “I have a Triumph of my own. A 1972 TR6. Not to mention I spent quite a bit of time on the back of a 2015 Harley Softail in the US a while ago.”

“I’ve always wanted to go to Sturgis,” she whispered.

“Perhaps some day you can.” He bent and picked up his helmet, tucking it under his arm. “It’s that dream thing again, Joline. You can do whatever you set your mind to.” He smiled and held up his hand. “And don’t worry. I’m not going to go lecturing you or flapping my gums again.”

She cringed. “Er…maybe I shouldn’t have said –”

“No! I’m glad you did,” he smiled, gesturing for her to walk before him. “Few people would dare speak to me like that. I don’t believe I’ve had anyone tell me that I’m flapping my gums, with the distinct exceptions of my twin brother and my wi–” He stopped and swallowed hard. He looked away, feigning a check of the crossing traffic as he brought his facial features back under control. “Well, just know that I appreciate your candor, and I expect more of it from you from here on out.”

He shifted his helmet from one arm to the other as they approached the bike. He narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing the piece of machinery before him from top to tail. He rest his gloved hand on the gas tank and glided it back over the seat. He whistled appreciatively. “She’s a beauty, Joline,” he said. “Great condition. Absolutely cherry. You must take meticulous care of her.” He crouched down and set his hand on the rear tire. “She has Marchesini wheels as well. Impressive.” Looking up at her, he asked, “Did you put those on yourself?”

“Joline?”

The portrait of a man in leather beside her bike was nearly her undoing. When she offered Ansgar her ride, she assumed a quick spin around the city center. But the man, as he proved from the first moment they met, didn’t do anything by half. Go big, go strong or fuck right off. The smell of leather, male pheromone and wheat rolled off him in a steady current making her lightheaded and woozy with attraction.

Ansgar tried again when she didn’t respond, “Joline?”

“Hmm…” she hummed, her head in a cloud of lust.

“The Marchesini wheels? Did you put those on?”

Joline snapped to, rejoining the conversation, “Oh, I-I-I did,” she bragged over her most prized possession. Looking chuffed to bits that he noticed, she pressed on, “My… uh, my, my dad was a J&P man- all the way, but those were rough as fuck. The handling felt as smooth as rocks in a blender. Riding from Stockholm to Vaxholm was an exercise in masochism. I swiped ‘em out, replaced the spring forks,” she pointed to the part near the front wheel, “and the rear shock absorber. Now Nightingale, she flies.”

He didn’t fully commit to a grin, but admired her work. He picked up on the nickname for her ride. “Nightingale?”

Jo beamed, affectionately patting the leather seat with a flat slap. “Nightingale. Dad named her, and it stuck.”

“Matches your art,” he nodded at the inside of her arm where he spotted her tattoo.

She dropped her gaze to the sidewalk, a lump of sadness forming in her throat. She swallowed it, pushed it aside for the sake of conversation. She took a breath and shed her leather jacket off her left shoulder. “I got it on the one year anniversary of dad’s death.”

A small blue outline of a nightingale bird sat on the inside of her arm, under the bend of her elbow, wings in flight, no more than three inches long. Underneath a Florence Nightingale quote graced her flesh: Live life when you have it.

“Dad used to tell me that all the time.” She nodded at the text. “I honored him that way, I missed his reminders.” Tears filled her eyes, but she managed to blink them away. A weak smile broke the moment and she recovered smoothly with a shrug. “Still raw from it, I guess.”

Ansgar softened his gaze and gave a sympathetic apology, “A touching tribute. I’m sure he’d be proud.”

“Thank you. Now… uh…” she threw her jacket back on her shoulder, “let’s ride!” She replied with a bit more gusto than completely genuine.

He seated his helmet it place upon his head, adjusting the visor in place and nodded for her to do the same. One long leg swung over the top of her bike, and his hips settled into the seat, hand poised on the clutch.

Jo’s eyes went a little wonky witnessing his mount, but she reeled in the hormone show before he noticed. She watched in further appreciation as he righted the bike and started it like the expert rider he claimed to be.

“Get on! Hold onto me!” he ordered through the helmet.

She jumped perhaps a bit too enthusiastically, her waist in line with his, her legs outlining his, her hands gripping the leather of his belt. He was solid and firm and so warm, she felt another rush of blood to her head.

Ansgar eased into traffic fully in control of the bike beneath him, and possibly the woman clutching at his waist. Her grip tightened at intervals depending on the speed they traveled or how close other vehicles got to them. But there was underlying trust in the hold on him, she didn’t fear for her safety, it was more a show of confidence in his skill.

He drove out onto Strombron, past the ships on the water on Skeppsbron, passing by Fotografiska, another Martinsson Construction account. He navigated his way through traffic, the odometer pushing the legal limit just enough for the thrill of riding, but under the traffic camera radar. He signaled where appropriate, but also maintained this air of wild freedom, a flirt of recklessness, but never too much.

Jo didn’t know where he was headed, but she couldn’t find it in her to care.

*~*~*~*~*~*~

“Did you… did you say twin brother?” Joline wasn’t sure she’d heard right. Her blood soared and her ears rang on the riding high. It had also been the better part of an hour ago. Ansgar pulled off and parked in one of the famed observatory parks that he’d had his hand in at the beginning. He sat in a bench along the edge watching with little interest as joggers, parents and tourists go about their way. But he lorded over the place as if he owned it. His legs sprawled to the width of his elbows hiked upon the wooden slats of the bench back. Joline restrained herself from hopping in the middle of those impressively muscled legs by forcing herself to sit on her own hands. She hadn’t the first inkling how she’d held onto to him while they rode without embarrassing herself. She’d the opportunity to take advantage and yet, somehow, maintained her dignity. Ansgar only seemed to be testing the boundaries of her restraint. You can’t have him, Jo. Pull yourself together! Ansgar laughed at her very delayed question, turning an eye to her. “Yes. Twin. I have a twin.” There are two of you sexy motherfuckers walking around?! “Congrats!” She said outloud. “For what?” She suddenly blurted a tiny snippet of some of the cleaner ideas running about her head at the speed of light. “The genes… impressive fucking genes in your family.” And that was the clean version. “Your family’s been blessed, with not one, but two sexy men.” He delighted in the freedom of her tongue and the way she said it, without a trace of embarrassment or terror; she owned it. “Do you find me sexy, Joline?” She propped her elbow on the park bench’s back, rotated in his direction and stared at him. “You don’t need me to stroke your ego. You know that everyone finds you sexy. Even that guy,” she jutted her chin at the runner that gave Ansgar a full model survey… three times on his way past.

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mssjynx · 5 years

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love

ohmtoonz warnings: MAJOR CRACKFIC 1882 words . i didnt edit this. i skimmed it for mistakes but its super messy and was born because of the last hour or so of me and @heyyglasses swapping the cutest softest songs back and forth and screaming about them. so this is for her!!

Luke hated nothing more than when Ryan left.

Being home without him simply put him in a bad mood, though he’d never admit that to Ryan himself. Lies like, “I’ll love the peace and quiet,” and “I hardly notice you’re even gone,” slip off his tongue anytime the topic is mentioned. Not because he doesn’t care, but because he knows that Ryan knows that he doesn’t mean a word.

From the way Ryan’s eyes roll, lips pulling up in a knowing smile before he turns away from Luke and remarks something simple like: “I’m sure, Love,” or “I miss you too.” And Luke is left in the bedroom, or the kitchen, or on the front step, grinning to himself and pressing a hand to his own chest to feel the warmth that always spreads beneath his ribcage when Ryan smiles like that.

So when Ryan had left on a trip to Los Angeles, totaling four full days and two half days away from Luke, the older man was miserable in their empty home. He woke in a cold bed each morning. He stepped out of the shower to a lack of soft music and the usual delicious scent of breakfast. God, did he miss Ryan’s cooking.

Sitting on the couch with a controller in his hands, or some stupid tv show playing through Netflix, he could hardly pay attention. It was as though without Ryan, a cloud hovered over his head all day and all night and he longed for the moment Ryan walked through the front door, car keys jingling and the soft thuds sounding as he kicked off his shoes.

“You’re like a fucking puppy!” Delirious crowed during a recording session in which Luke had been playing like horse shit. The comment had his irritation narrowing. “Your owner’s gone to the shops and- and you’re jus’ sitting at the door waitin’ for him to come home!” The hysterical laughter filled his annoyance further but he couldn’t really be mad at his friend.

He wasn’t wrong after all.

But barking out a short, “Don’t act like you ain’t whining for Evan’s attention all damn day. You’re the definition of his bitch,” did the trick just fine and left his friend spluttering and stumbling over excuses as the other three men in the call laughed and echoed insults back at him.

They forgot about Ryan, but Luke didn’t.

He couldn’t.

The trip was too long, too far away and each day without Ryan, Luke grew more and more agitated and whiny. Delirious could hardly stay on the phone with him for five minutes without him whining like a kid about how he missed his lover, and how he hated being alone. While on the phone to Ryan, he refrained from admitting anything of the sort. That silly sense of pride, the face of tough, carelessness he pretended to wear.

Ryan saw right through him.

He knew he missed him, of course. He knew Luke loved him, adored him, despised being without him. But Luke held his pride in the little things that Ryan didn’t know.

Like how Luke missed being able to pay his boyfriend for a morning coffee with a gentle kiss to his temple. How he adored the way Ryan would lose himself talking about something he was passionate about, excitement shining in those pretty eyes and freckles dancing across his cheeks. The way Ryan would play with Luke’s fingers without realising, brushing his soft fingertips against the callouses to capped Luke’s.

Being without Ryan was more than just missing his boyfriend. It was missing the every little thing about him.

Having to pick up his towel off the carpet because Ryan could never damn remember to put it back in the bathroom. Scolding the love of his life with as stern a voice he could muster when facing that guilty smile and genuine apology, knowing all too well that next time Ryan would still leave his towel on the carpet.

Playing games with his arms around Ryan and his hands on his controller, having to look over his boyfriend’s shoulder; complaining even though the last thing he wanted was for Ryan to get up. It wasn’t as fun when Ryan sat beside him, or on the floor in front of him. It was nicest when Luke could thoughtlessly drop kisses to Ryan’s bare shoulder, or the nape of his neck. When he could whisper teasing words in his ear and feel Ryan’s laugh against his own chest.

The look of concentration Ryan wore when working at the dining table. The dim light above, glow of his screen reflecting off his thick-rimmed glasses that always, always, always, seemed to sit askew (no matter how many times Luke fixed them). Luke had never known someone to look so breathtakingly beautiful, sitting behind a computer screen in comfy pjs, with wonky glasses and hair messy from the fingers that frequented it.

And the simple way Ryan sighed. He was someone who sighed a lot, perhaps without really realising so. When he was tired, amused, bored, content, in love. He sighed. And it was one of Luke’s favourite sounds. Up there with the sound of Ryan’s laugh: when he was being devious and hiding something, when he was too breathless to form words, when he teased Luke relentlessly to see that silly pout.

It was all worth it.

Always, always worth it.

So when Luke awoke on Thursday, the day Ryan was due to come back, he was giddy with excitement. He woke with a shiver, didn’t have to stop on the way to the kitchen to return Ryan’s towel, made his own shitty breakfast and spent an hour or so cleaning, organising and hoping time passed quicker.

The very thought of Ryan in his arms had his heart crying with excitement, longing to be with his other half again. He knew he would lose his tough guy act the moment the door opened. He knew he couldn’t sustain it when he had missed Ryan so heavily.

He wouldn’t waste time on pretending.

And he didn’t. Sitting on the couch, not paying attention to the stupid anime Delirious had recommended he watch, the sound of the car engine pulling in had him on his feet in moments. His smile was instant, striding to the window and pulling aside the curtains to watch his boyfriend step out of the car and pull his suitcase out with him. When he reached the front door and pushed it open, Luke practically yanked him inside without a care for the bag that fell to the floor. Muscled arms encircled him, tight enough to limit his breathing, not that he cared as Luke buried his face in his neck and breathed in deeply.

“Jesus, fuck-” He laughed openly, arms curling around Luke’s neck as the bearded man reminded himself of his boyfriend’s scent, warmth and touch. “Did you miss me?” he teased, glancing around the unusually clean house as Luke’s arms curled tighter, placing little kisses on the ticklish skin of Ryan’s neck, loving the way he squirmed and giggled.

“You’re not allowed to ever leave me alone again,” grumbled Luke, not lifting his face at all as Ryan tried to push him away. After a few more seconds of savouring the embrace, Luke finally complied and eased back. Taking in the picture of Ryan’s broad smile and flushed cheeks, sparkling green eyes and spotted freckles; Luke felt like he’d been hit by a truck as the breath swept from his lungs. Ryan seemed content to hold onto the moment, eyes dancing over Luke’s face and hands resting flat against his chest. He leaned into Luke’s touch when the southern man cupped his face, smiling gently.

Yeah. No more tough guy.

“I missed your smile.” Blunt. Obvious. Luke found no reason for beating around the bush, and by the surprised look on Ryan’s face, he hadn’t been expecting the admission. His eyes fell in his fluster, turning to close the door and kick his bag aside. Luke wasn’t ready to let space stay between them for long though and as soon as Ryan turned back to him, he was enveloped into another embrace, Luke pressing kisses to his spotted cheeks and nose as the younger man laughed and squeezed his eyes shut. “I missed your freckles. I missed your stupid face and your laugh. And that you never put your towel away, and you never have your glasses straight, and sitting with you watching movies and playing stupid games, and-”

Luke had so much more to say, so much more to miss, so much more to love. But Ryan didn’t let him, catching his jaw and holding his face still so he could lean in and press his lips to Luke’s. Luke melted into it, pressing forward and holding Ryan tight around the waist, feeling the man’s arms tighten over his shoulders, fingers playing with the hair at the back of his head.

He eased back for a breath, sighing and releasing billions of butterflies within Luke’s chest. “Luke?” A breathless question that received a low sound in response, sharp dark eyes examining Ryan’s freckles, trying to count them in his head but losing count before he could even reach ten. “Don’t tell me about it. Show me.”

Fuck, did Luke love him.

He found a soft hand in his and didn’t hesitate to pull the giggling man after him, to their bedroom. Luke lost himself in Ryan. He lost himself in the love of his life, his touch, his scent, his beauty. Pretty sounds, giggles, sighs: they spent hours kissing and whispering sweet nothings, and indulging in exactly what they had been craving for days and days.

“I love you,” Luke murmured as he laid kisses from Ryan’s wrist to the inside of his palm to his the pad of his thumb. “You’re not leaving again. Not for a long time.”

Ryan smiled up at him, accepting the chaste kiss to his lips as he released a soft exhale. “I want to stay with you.” He let his fingers push through Luke’s hair, smiling at the way his eyes lingered in a blink, enjoying Ryan’s simple touch.

“Good,” he grumbled, catching Ryan’s hand and pressing a kiss to each fingertip. It wasn’t often Luke was seen so affectionate and sappy. Ryan loved it. He adored it. He savoured every second.

“I love you.” Ryan’s voice grew softer, another sigh leaving his lips as the drowsiness from his flight caught up to him. Luke smiled gently as pretty green eyes fluttered shut. “Nap with me? Please?” When they blinked open up at him, pleading and hopeful, there was no way in the world Luke would have the power to refuse.

Leaving kisses atop Ryan’s eyelids, he allowed his lover to curl up against him, hiding his face against the older man’s neck and sighing with content.

Three words, repeated in a breathy whisper, rolled over Luke’s collarbone as he laid a kiss to the mess of brown hair atop Ryan’s head. “I love you…”

With Luke’s lover drifting off to sleep in his arms, nothing else in the world mattered. He had him back. And he wasn’t going to let him go again easily, that was for certain.

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