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botwstoriesandsuch · 3 years

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OK SHUT UP SHUSH SHUT THE FUCK UP IT’S 1AM BUT SHUSH LISTEN! HEY, LISTEN!

I AM GIVING YOU THE TOOLS TO FIND THE EXACT DISTANCE OF ANYTHING ANYWHERE IN HYRULE, CUSTOM MAKE YOUR FIC JOURNEYS TO THE METER, FIND THE AREA OF ANY TOWN OR LANDMARK, OR JUST FIND OUT HOW BIG (or small) HYRULE KINDGOM TRULY IS ONCE AND FOR ALL SO GO AHEAD AND SAVE THIS POST TO YOUR DRAFTS CAUSE YOU MIGHT WANNA SEE IT FOR FUTURE REFERENCE

Ok so this all starts with THIS

FEAST YOUR EYES LADIES, LADS, AND GENTLEFOLK ON THE ONLY PIECE OF INFORMATION IN ALL OF HYRULE CONCERNING DISTANCE AND TIME.

[Image ID: A screenshot from The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild, depicting a picture of Ash Swamp hanging in Impa’s house. The dialogue box from Impa reads, “Does it look familiar? From this village, you should be able to get there in a half day’s time.” End ID]

Impa states that it would take you half a day, about 12 hours, to travel from Kakariko Village to the depicted 13th memory, which is at Ash Swamp by Fort Hateno.

Now here is where I took this information. I took it to

objmap.zeldamods.org

A fantastic online Botw map resource with tons of features like finding specific objects, and highlighting areas, and placing pins, and the basics of showing the locations of everything like shrines and korok seeds and all that.

BUT the thing that we care about today is this ability, here:

DRAW!

With those widgets on the right, I can specifically mark lines and shapes and the website will give me the distance of it in meters!

“But Kip, if the map already gives you the distance of anything you want then isn’t this entire post pointless?” Ashshshshshhshh no, shut the fuck up, shush shut, no, stop, silence, I am high on caffeine and I haven’t slept for two days. No.

As great as the map is, the exact ratio isn’t the best. Like, it tells me that the length of Hyrule is only 10km, or 6.2 miles.

I wager that realistically, Hyrule would be a bit bigger than that. And THAT, is where I come in. Or, more specifically, Impa.

Impa states that it takes 12 hours to travel from Kakariko to Fort Hateno. (I am saying Fort Hateno and not Ash Swamp because I am going of the nearest prominent landmark location near the 13th memory, and I highly doubt that Impa knew the exactly square foot patch of dirt that Link needed to stand on to activate his memory)

According to Google, it takes around 10 to 12 minutes to walk a kilometer. (I am assuming Impa was referring to walking and not riding, because I feel like she would have said, “You should be able to get there in half a day’s ride” or something of the sort. So, walking it is)

So:

12 hours divided by 12 minutes

(Which is 720 minutes / 12 minutes)

gives us

The distance between Fort Hateno and Kakariko village is 60 kilometers.

Badabing badaboom, great job! We did it. BUT NOW this is where our handy dandy online object map comes in.

[Image ID: A screenshot of the Breath of the Wild map showing the area of Kakariko Village and the plains in front of Fort Hateno. A blue line highlghts the path from the village to a marker on Fort Hateno. The line reads “1.89km.” End ID]

[Image ID: A screenshot of the Breath of the Wild map showing the area of Kakariko Village and the plains in front of Fort Hateno. The blue line from the previous image is still there, however, there is now a more prominent yellow line. The yellow line runs from Kakariko village, but ends at a marker point at the location of the 13th memory at Ash Swamp. The yellow line reads “1.55km.” End ID]

So while this map doesn’t give me distances that are exactly to my liking, it DOES give me a measuring means that will stay consistent. SO! As you can see, the map says Kakariko to Fort Hateno is 1.89km. (And just to be safe, I also did the distance exactly to the point of the 13th memory as shown in Impa’s picture, which came out to 1.55km. But! It’s doesn’t matter anyhow, because) We’re going to round this to 2km for the sake of my sanity because surprise surprise! I actually suck at, and hate, math.

So the map says Kakariko to Fort Hateno is 2 kilometers, but we know that in real life, the distance is actually 60 kilometers. So, if you want to use this object map effectively, you have to make a means of converting the “false” measurements, (which I will be refering to as “zelda” (kilo)meters, or zm/zkm) from the actual ones.

So THIS is what I fucking did oh my god help me it took me way too long even though it was really simple in hindsight I was just stupid and spent two hours trying to get the ratio equations right when really all I had to do was divide, it was a whole thing, anyhow, read away.

[Image ID: A screenshot of MATH oh my god it’s fucking math...BUT it’s kinda color coded so that’s nice. The top left of the page depicts text. In red text reads “zkm (Zelda km) = per the measurement on the objmap.zeldamods.org” and below that, in black text, reads, “Kakariko to Fort Hateno = 1.89 zkm ~ 2zkm,” which is underlines in yellow. Another line of black text reads, “Impa says it takes half a day’s time to travel from Kakariko to the 13th memory location AKA 12 hours.” Another line of black text reads, “It takes about 10-12min to walk a kilometer,” which is underlines in green.

Handwritten in blue ink is the equation,

“12 hours = 720 min

720/12 = 60″

The 12 is highlighted in green, and the 60 is underlined. In green text, below it, reads, “It takes 12 hours to walk 60 kilometers.” In black text under this, it reads “So Kakariko to Fort Hateno is 60 kilometers.” Another line of black text under this reads, “So based on that, we can find the actual values of a zkm (Zelda kilometer).”

Handwritten in yellow ink is the equation,

“2zkm = 60km

1km = 30km” [typo, I meant 1zkm = 30km]

The 60km is in blue, and the equation 1zkm = 30km is circled.

To the right of everything, in bigger, yellow text, reads “So: 1zkm = 30km 1zm = 30 meters

The map of Hyrule measures roughly 10zkm (length) by 8zkm (height) [typo, I meant width] giving it an area of 80 square zkm.

Therefore, the “true” size of Hyrule Kingdom os 2400 square kilometers.” End ID]

SO ARMED WITH THIS NEW KNOWLEDGE, you can now use this map to measure whatever you want, and by converting 1zm to 30 meters, you can get accurate result as to what that distance is.

Chart the roads, measure the rivers, the map even gives area tools for polygons, squares, and circles! This entire post was born out of a desire to see how long the characters in my fic should rest for when travel between different stables.

Now before anyone asks, yes! 2400 square kilometers is fairly small. That’s around 930 square miles. I believe even Wales is more than three times bigger than that. BUT! Considering Hyrule is a medieval kingdom that’s actually pretty sizable considering the average size of a Kingdom was 100 to 900 square kilometers.

And juuuust to double check, I ran the size though a Medievil Demographics generator, and 2400 (under the conditions of Fertile Land with 64% of the land being arable since I figured roughly 46% for lakes, the ocean, plus unusable land was more than enough to cover the Hebra, Death Mountain, and the Gerudo Desert. Which honestly is even MORE generous considering there are races that occupy these areas, but I digress) This still gives Hyrule Kingdom a good population of 108,000 people! Before the Calamity when all of its villages were up and occupied, of course. So the area is definitely more than enough, and can still give Link a more realistic amount of time to travel between areas (when you add eating and rest of course. Don’t make my guy walk for 10 hours straight from the Great Plateau to Hebra D: plz)

TL;DR: Hyrule is 2400 square kilometers; use the map, plus the conversion 1 zelda meter to 30 meters to measure anything you want; I am tired

Quick Edit: Please note that this conversion is for the purposes of people out there who need more realistic means of measuring distances for larger scale travel and such, like for writing fic journeys, or dnd campaigns. This conversion isn’t the best for smaller scale measure like buildings and such (EX: I’ve checked with buildings in Castle Town and the Coliseum, and they come out much too big, just a symptom of game design ratios not being perfect since it’s hard to balance consistent measurements and the immersion and plan a creator has for their game world!) So if you are measuring those smaller entities using the linked map, just stick with the given zelda meters! (EX: The Coliseum radius in zelda meters matches up nicely with the real world Roman Colosseum, beating it out by a few dozen meters!)

Also if you are a true believer in the interpretation of Impa’s dialogue as “half the amount of daylight hours,” see the reblogs!

#botw theory #cause it's technically a theory i guess #botw reference #botw #breath of the wild #legend of zelda botw #loz botw #if my math is wrong just shoot me on the spot ok #loz #legend of zelda #hyrule

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bratkook · 4 years

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like you used to. jjk

“So kill me like you used to...”

part two.

pairing. ex boyfriend!jungkook x reader genre. angst, mentions of smut, toxic exes warnings. very toxic depictions of relationships, hints at infidelity, drunken mistakes, they’re both very toxic for each other and just can’t stay away, brief mentions of smut word count. 2.9k note. this is just a lump of angst that my mind conjured at 1am last night, i just love angst and messy relationships that are destined to fail 😌(its not edited so if u see a typo no u dont)

It always started with a phone call.

Whether it was from you or him always changed. Sometimes he’d get the call at two in the morning, vision blurry as he brought the phone to his face and saw your name illuminated on the screen, that old goofy selfie you had together still set as your contact photo. He’d hesitate for a moment just to keep you on your toes before pressing accept, already getting up and putting pants on because he knew just what you were calling for.

Tonight was your turn to be on the receiving end, laying in bed comfortably as you scrolled through random posts to try to help you sleep, the flash of his face fills your phone, it’s a random close up photo of his eyes staring right into the camera, crinkled up in a smile. Even though his name is changed in your contacts, no longer having the cute bunny emoji tacked to the end, you know you’ll still pick up in a heartbeat. And you do.

The second you press accept you’re met with the familiar sound of his voice, slurred and thick as he speaks so jumbled up you would barely be able to understand him if you didn’t already know what he was saying. It was the same things he always said whenever he got like this, proclamations of love that only cut up your freshly scabbed over wounds, salt rubbing into them when he cries about how he misses you, promises to change.

They get cut off when the phone is yanked away from his grasp, the second familiar voice belonging to his buddy Yugyeom now speaking into the receiver. “You gotta pick him up Y/N.”

The annoyance is evident in his voice, the babbling of Jungkook still heard in the background along with the dull beat of whatever place they were outside of.

“He’s not my responsibility Yugyeom.”

He simply sighs into the phone, staring at his mess of a friend before rubbing his jaw, sore and aching from where he had just been socked after attempting to force him into an uber. “Yeah well he won’t let anyone else take him home, he’s drunk as fuck. I’ll send you the location.”

Not waiting for a response he hangs up and sends you a pin of where they’re at, thrusting the phone back into his friend’s hands before getting into that uber and leaving Jungkook alone while he whines against the dirty bar wall, crouching down onto the filthy sidewalk as the car drove off.

Yugyeom knew you would come to his rescue like you always did, never once saying no and letting Jungkook fend for himself because on the rare occasions where you’d call him drunk and crying he’d do the same.

Getting into the car still dressed in your pajamas, shoes thrown on without being laced up, hair still messy, it felt like routine now from how often it happened. Jungkook called you sober, text you while in a sane state of mind, but without fail at least once a month he’d get absolutely shit faced and call you, leaving you what he thought were heartfelt voicemails if by some chance you didn’t answer.

It was the same bar every time, a bar you used to frequent with him, knowing the location and all the small side streets to get you there without needing directions. Doing this felt like such a normal part of your life it almost made you forget that you and Jungkook weren’t together anymore. It’s been a year since you split and you still find yourself thinking if things could be different.

Would it have been best if you never confessed to each other, never admitted to the small inkling of a crush before it was able to fully blossom? It was hard not to wonder how different life would be now if you had walked away the first time things went south, if he had walked away after the first argument.

Whenever he called you, pulled you in with those drunken promises it was easy to convince yourself that your relationship was perfect, that it was worth all of the struggles. Your brain morphed each fight, each time you cried alone, twisted it around and molded it to make it easier to consume, easier to believe you were meant to be.

You thought you were soulmates, and maybe you were, two people destined to be together, meeting at the wrong time, under the wrong circumstances. What was meant to be perfect puzzle pieces connected had slowly turned into jagged edges that no longer clicked regardless of how hard you tried to jam them together, foolishly thinking you could spill your love into the gaps to mend the spaces, making the pieces whole once more.

Love was never enough.

Love made you stupid, made you blind and gullible, smiling through lies to avoid arguments, going to bed angry until he was hovering over you, coaxing you into forgiveness with soft kisses and gentle touches. It always went this way, regardless of who’s fault it was without fail he’d end up slot between your legs, the only time the puzzle pieces connected perfectly, allowing him to fuck you as if he’d never see you again. Murmurs of love and adoration were passed between panting breaths, sloppy kisses, shared moans to mask the empty promises you made every time.

Staying away from each other was a hard habit to kick, the two of you stuck on an endless game of seesaw, neither of you having the guts to get off and move on. All it took was a simple drunk phone call for you to go his way, the slur of his voice as he cries into the receiver about how much he loved you, missed you, needed you next to him, wanted to try again. It reeled you in so easily, winding you up until you were hauling your sloppy ex boyfriend off the dirty floor and into your small car.

He remembers none of this, he never did, not fully anyways. Small tidbits of words he said flash in his mind as he comes to, drool on his cheek and neck sore from the unfortunate position he had slept in, groggy and unaware of his surroundings.

He knew your apartment too well, recognized the green wall he had helped you paint, now holding endless pictures of you and your friends. None of Jungkook anymore.

All of those photos were gone now, not burned or shredded in some ritual to get over him, simply tucked into a box and shoved so far into your closet you hoped you would forget it. You never did of course, the way the box laid dust free made it clear how often you pulled it out and sorted through the photos whenever you had too much wine, whenever you had off days where you just felt so alone and wished you could go back to the times you had convinced yourself were better. They weren’t, you knew they weren’t once you sobered up and balanced out your emotions.

Jungkook doesn’t feel bothered that not a trace of him remained visible in your home, he knew his presence lingered in the cracks, buried so deep in the crevices of your mind he knew you would always think of him.

He groans softly as his eyes roam the interior of your home, the throbbing in his temples making him stop and shut his lids, not needing to analyze the place he was at less than two weeks ago when you had called him over. Jungkook briefly wonders if he should sneak his way out, not used to waking up on the couch instead of in your bed right beside you, maybe he had said something last night that crossed the line and landed him on the couch as a punishment.

As you finally emerge from your room his plan of escape is put to a stop, his eyes gravitating towards your bedroom door, seeing the way you cautiously step out. Having heard Jungkook wake up since you had already been awake for the past hour, your body not allowing you to sleep while knowing he was in the other room, it took a few minutes of courage before you were able to face him.

Spotting him on your couch shows how much he doesn’t belong, the pinned leather jacket he wore looking so harsh against the light coloring of your furniture, his dark disheveled hair contrasting with the tidy way you organized your apartment. He senses it, the skin crawling sensation that spreads the longer you stare at him, how he felt so out of place somewhere he used to call home at one point.

“Thank you for picking me up.” He chooses to break the silence, voice raspy, his internal self screaming at him for always doing this. His eyes are sincere, genuinely meaning it, knowing just how messy he got when he had too much to drink, how his friends could never handle him when he crossed the line and began to call for you.

Like always his words were routine so he expects it when you huff and say, “You need better friends Jungkook.”

“I know.” Because he did, he knew his friends enabled him, riled him up and once he became too much they pushed him onto you, knowing Jungkook’s grip on you was still too strong for you to ever say no.

“What if I hadn’t picked you up? Would they have left you on the side of the bar to fend for yourself?”

“Probably,” he shrugs, from past experiences he knows very well they would have. His friends had dealt with Jungkook crying over you far too much, their patience fully stamped out, no longer able to tolerate him when he became like this.

Not even realizing when he begins to smile as he thought of the nights you didn’t pick up, how he had ended up in the most random locations because he refused to go home to a place you weren’t, he snaps out of it when you scoff. “It’s not funny Jungkook, you could have gotten hurt or something.”

There it was, the reason you were upset. Not because he had called you and spewed the same bullshit he always did, no that you could tolerate. You were upset, and worried, that you’d get a following call from someone stating he had injured himself while calling for you.

“I know.”

You pause to breathe, his short responses not irking you like it should, arms crossed over your chest as you observe your ex boyfriend still sitting on the couch, looking like a scolded child.

“You can’t call me anymore Jungkook.” How you have the nerve to say that to him is funny, acting as if ten days ago you weren’t the one doing this to him, telling him you missed him, securing your anchor around his foot and dragging him back under with you.

This is the checklist you needed to go down, a formality of the morning after so he doesn’t mind it. Instead he frowns at the way you continue to say his name, the way it rolls off your tongue makes him wince, missing the way you’d call him Kookie, playful pet names like Bunny, something he swore he hated but secretly loved. Jungkook wished he could hear you say it again, humor you with that damned bunny eared headband he’d wear to hear you laugh, squeal as he posed and dance for whatever silly video you recorded as you shouted out the ridiculous nickname.

The last time he heard those words spill out of your mouth had been too long ago.

“I’m sorry.” he admits, he knew he had to stop, couldn’t continue to hold onto the past, knowing how wrong you were for each other but he wasn’t the only one. Those were the same words you told him ten days ago, apologizing with guilty eyes for asking him to come over when you were lonely, needing a familiar body to occupy the space next to you, wanting his hands to soothe you, make you feel whole again just for a night.

Once the sun came up it was back to normal, the two of you having the repeat conversation you had every time, the exact one you were having now. A formality. Nothing more, just mindless words that you would both agree to just to move along, to make you both feel better, more secure with yourself until the next time the phone rang.

Your heart twists in your chest as you look at him, the same toxic love you had for him brewing in your heart, spilling over and burning you but you ignore the pain, convince yourself you don’t feel it as you breathe in. That same rope latches around Jungkook’s ankle as you avert your eyes for a brief second before looking back at him with a small sigh. “Do you want breakfast? I know how you get when you have a hangover.”

He smiles for the first time, charming as always, looking up at you through the subtle waves in his hair. “I probably shouldn’t.”

You know this. He definitely shouldn’t because breakfast will turn into words exchanged, civil at first, flirty the next, a coin flipped to decide if a petty argument would begin or if you’d reminisce about the good times. Regardless of the outcome, what always followed ended with you moaning out his name as he rocked into you, those same empty promises spilling through his lips that you swallowed with a kiss.

A brief moment of bliss, a small dose of the past that only serves to hurt you further but you crave it, loving the small rush that came with arguing, the roughness of his hands as he pushed you around before sliding home, burying his face into your neck as he broke you down all over again.

Normally you’d try to convince him further, but as your mouth opens to protest you get flashes of the night before, how you had carried Jungkook up your flight of stairs, hearing him ramble about nonsense so slurred together you paid it no mind. You would have had him sleep in your bed beside you like you always did but when you fish his phone out and begin to slide his jacket off it buzzes to life.

Always being nosey you type in his password, smiling when you realize it was still your old anniversary but when you unlock it and see a flood of messages from a girl named Natalie, calling him babe, asking where he was, the smile falls from your face as you start to snoop.

It doesn’t take much scrolling through their thread of messages to easily discover she was his girlfriend, blissfully unaware that he was shit faced and calling you, confessing to his love for you while she laid at home and wondered if he was having fun with his friends. She reminded you of yourself, of the way you used to be with him and it left a sour feeling on your tongue.

“Yeah you probably shouldn’t.”

He stands up now, following you slowly as you approach the door, heavy boots thumping on the hardwood as he reluctantly steps closer to the exit. He doesn’t want to leave, wants you to try to convince him to stay, not knowing that you knew the dirty secret he was hiding buried in his phone.

You don’t decide to tell him you know, it was pointless. That was just how Jungkook was wired, so much love to give he had to spread it out, give everyone a fair share of it, choosing to pretend he wasn’t being selfish. It was naive to believe it, to think all the love he held was strictly for you, it was why he was able to pull the hood over your eyes so easily.

Even when you pull the door open and give him a tightlipped smile he knows you’ll still call him, forget all about Natalie when you’re lonely once more. So when you look him in the eyes and sigh, “Goodbye Jungkook.” He knows it’s not for long, maybe a week or so, maybe less.

He simply smiles, stuffing his hands into his jeans as he shuffles out, turning to face you as he steps backwards. “See you later Y/N.” And his words sting in a way he doesn’t mean, knowing just how right he was.

Jungkook would never mind how heavy the anchor you hooked on his ankle was because he knew you would forever be a sucker for him.

As you shut the door behind you it feels like a small weight starts to hang from your shoulders, the same tug starting from your chest, guiding you into your room until you’re pulling out the cursed box and sorting through those damned photos. With stinging eyes you flip through them for a moment, focusing on all the laughs captured on film, blurry vision moving to your phone beside you, hands already itching to call him again.

It’s as if he knows, still inside your building, lingering in the lobby to give you a moment and it doesn’t take long. Once his phone starts to vibrate he smiles, staring at the photo of you as you call him like clockwork. With a clear of his throat he answers the phone, barely saying hello before he hears a small sniffle through the speaker.

“I miss you Kookie.”

Jungkook lets his eyes shut as he presses the elevator button, loving the feeling of being needed by you, already knowing to head back up because this was routine.

“I know you do baby, I’ll be right up.”

And just like that you’re once again desperately trying to make those stupid puzzle pieces fit together, hoping that maybe this time love would be enough.

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ssa-daddyhotchner · 3 years

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Undercover - Chapter 7

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Everyone had gone back to work; Reid was on medical leave and wouldn't be back for a few weeks.

JJ and Garcia were constantly checking up on him so he didn't slip again. He was talking now instead of avoiding us.

I was at my desk doing paperwork when Emily approached me, "Hey so me, JJ, and Garcia were going to do a girls night. I feel like we haven't hung out as often as we should, you wanna come."

Without hesitation I said yes. I needed to just get drunk.

I pick up my phone an text Aaron.

y/n- Hey....Me, Garcia, Emily, and JJ are going out tonight so I might not be over tonight

Aaron- oh ok have fun just not too much. I don't need guys all over you

y/n- I'll try and there's no need for you to be jealous

Honestly the thought of him being jealous was really hot.

Aaron- Little girl you're mine...remember that

Those word stuck with me for the rest of the day. By the end of the day the girls had left for the night. They texted me that they'd be over in an hour so I could get ready.

I went into Aaron office and looked around. The blinds were closed and there was no one in the bullpen.

I walked over behind his desk and leaned. He stopped working when he saw me. I let out a small, "Hey." He grabbed my hand pulling me to sit on his lap. "Hey yourself, how was your day." I threw my arms around his neck.

"Better now. I'm actually looking forward to hanging out with them. Emily had mentioned earlier we've never really hung out."

Aaron pecked my lips. "She's not wrong all of your time has been with me." I smiled, "I'm not complaining."

I saw the time and realized I had half and hour before they got to my apartment. "I need to go there gonna be at my place soon", He didn't let go of me.

"Hold on", I stopped trying to get out of his grasp and looked at him staring back at me.

"Do you know what time you'll be home."

"No but I'm hoping before 1am."

"Well whatever time you guys do finish up....if you can you don't have too. I want you to come over." He mainly wanted supports he's been having a tough time. "Do you even have to ask, you're stuck with me."

He let me stand up but before I could get up fully he slapped my ass. I turned around in shock and he just smirked and continued working. I laughed and walked out.

I got to my car and drove home. It was 6:30pm and they were going to be there in half and hour.

I took a shower using Aarons shampoo, conditioner, and body wash. I smelled just like him and the smell of mint brought me some peace.

When I finished my shower I heard some knocks at my door. I opened to see Emily, JJ, and Garcia in party dresses.

"What are you doing go get your ass changed." Emily said, bringing me to my closet. "Wear this one." JJ held out a black spaghetti strap dress that stopped around my mid thigh.

The other two gasped, "Yes wear that one." Garcia said while JJ gave me the dress. I walked into the bathroom putting on the dress. I looked good in it, I took out my phone and sent a picture to Aaron. I walked out and their jaws dropped.

"Holy shit y/n", Emily exclaimed

"Damn okay." JJ said while smiling through her teeth. "Oh my god you look so good." Garcia said while getting me a pair of black heels. I put the shoes on, got my clutch and we left. Getting a cab to go to the club.

Arriving around 8 the club was almost full we made it inside without a problem. It was dark, loud, and hot. There were people everywhere, crowding the bar and dancefloor.

JJ managed to get a booth in the corner. Emily went to get us some drinks, I got a lemonade vodka.

She returned with the drinks. "So y/n seeing as you're the newest what's been going on with you." Defiantly not fucking our boss, "Nothing really." They stared at me, they knew I was hiding something.

JJ said, "Are you sure about that, no guys...nothing?" I really didn't want them in my business.

I was about to answer and I felt my phone vibrate. "Ooo you get a text?" The annoying part was Garcia could easily hack my phone and find out. I didn't answer her but when I read the text I couldn't keep the smile off my face.

Aaron- Little girl you look stunning. If you were here I'd rip that dress right off

The comment went straight to my core. "I'm gonna ask this one more time, are you sure there's no guy cause you know I can hack your phone right."

The thought of her doing that scared me. "Ok.. ok there is guy. But please I just wanna keep it to myself."

Emily speaks up, "Out of respect we will leave it alone, can I ask one question." I nod nervously for what she's gonna ask. "Is he.....you know." I smack Emily's arm but I answer, "You have no idea." There faces were priceless.

Finishing our drinks Garcia goes and get us another round. She starts getting vodka shots for everyone. I didn't know how much I had until I started to slur my words and stumble. I grab JJs hand and drag her to the dance floor.

I put my hands on her hips swaying back and forth. Her hands going around my neck, I guide her hips to the music. The music is booming though the room.

I felt It in my legs and chest, Emily comes over and steals JJ from me leaving me alone until Garcia came over.

As I was dancing with Pen I looked over an saw JJ and Emily getting a little close. They seemed to be really in the moment.

JJ had her hands on Emily's neck; Emily's hands on her waist and hips with her mouth nibbling on JJs ear. I turned my attention away, I felt like I was intruding even though it was happening in public. The room around me started to spin and I was getting nauseous.

Garcia was the most sober out of us, she brought me outside; she decided I had a little too much. Pen took my phone dialing the last number I called.

"Wai- n...don do that." I tried to snatch my phone away but she sat me on the floor and waited for the person to pick up.

I heard the deep voice on the other end and my heart dropped. "Y/n were you still coming over. Do I need to pick you up." Garcia's jaw dropped and she looked at me with a smirk. "Hello sir.....yea y/n needs you to pick her up."

I heard him sigh, "Where" She gave him the location and he was here within minutes. His car pulled up and he stepped out. Garcia helped me up.

I gasped, "Baby...wha-t are you doin he..."

When I saw Aaron I stumbled over to him giving him a sloppy kiss. He caught me and kissed me back before looking at Penelope. She was smiling the whole time Aaron just gave her a look and she stopped.

"We'll talk about this tomorrow, please don't say anything." Hotch told Garcia; she didn't say a word walking back into the club.

I couldn't carry my own weight; Aaron picked me up bridal style and put me in the passenger seat.

I woke up to breathing on my neck, I didn't remember what happened my heart dropped not knowing who was next to me. I turned my head and saw Aaron and I relaxed.

"Morning", he said kissing my neck. "Hey", I felt like death. Every time I drink I forget about the torture in the morning that reminds me why I don't drink.

"There something you need to know....last night, Garcia called me to get you." I froze, some how I knew exactly what he was going to say and I dreaded it.

"You kissed me in front of her." I knew it, the one thing I didn't want the team to know about.

"Did she tell anyone?" I sat up going to the bathroom. "Not that I know of, I told her not too but its Garcia." He was right about that if anyone loves gossip its Pen.

I took shower and went to the kitchen. It was the first time Aaron saw me hungover and his heart ached.

He saw the pain I was in and just wanted to help. Sadly there wasn't much he could do.

My head was pounding, I couldn't stop shaking, and I was throwing up. "Here." Aaron handed me a trash can and some ibuprofen.

I sat on the couch with him watching tv and fell asleep in his embrace. His hands slightly tugging on my hair to relive some of the pressure.

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I was laying down with Aaron and I just felt off. His chest was pressed to my back holding me close while I stayed awake all night.

I was suddenly so sad, I wasn't tired I just wanted to cry. I struggled to get up and look at the time, 1:35am great.

I unwrapped Aarons arms from around my waist and stood up going into the bathroom. I had dark circles under my eyes like I hadn't slept in days, I just felt...weak.

I closed my eyes and put my head down. I heard foot steps behind me, Aaron was leaning on the doorway looking at me through the mirror.

"Baby what are you doing up." He asked with his morning voice. His eyes almost completely shut like he was going to knock out right there.

"I don't know, I jus-," I sighed. "I don't know." I walked over to him patting him on the chest going to lay back down.

"No there's something wrong, I can tell", He turned around. I was deciding if I should tell him.

"Lately I've just been sad. Like I just wanna break down crying for no reason; maybe its just stress."

He walked over to me kneeling down between my legs, putting a hand on my knee. "How about we go out. I wanna take you some place." I was confused; where would we be going at 1:40 in the morning, but we got dressed and walked outside to the car.

The winter air was crisp but not too cold. Getting into the car he started driving; it was calm and quiet with light instrumental music playing in the background.

My mind wondered as I looked at the sky through the window. I was thinking about life, the fact that we don't understand it as much as we'd like. I was snapped out of me thoughts when the car stopped.

I looked at the clock, 2:30. We left the apartment at 1:40, driving for almost an hour. I looked around and saw nothing. He got out of the car opening my door for me. He grabbed my hand helping me out.

I saw nothing but grass and trees. We were on a huge ass hill that overlooked a forest, it reminded me of the clearing we found; but this was different.

"Why'd you bring me here." I saw Aaron expression change. "I used to come here when I was stressed or needed a break. Usually around this time."

Sitting on the hood of his car he continued. "I always came here alone, this was my way of escaping in a sense."

Gazing at the sky it was black with tints of blue, purple, pink, and orange. The grass was overgrown, breeze had a slight chill, the wind rustling the trees. I was staring at the stars, there was no light pollution.

I was just space and seeing it clearly was reliving and damn near therapeutic. He put his arm around me holding me against him, throwing a blanket over us.

I let out a deep breath and drifted off to the sounds of Aaron humming a song.

I woke up to arm shaking me, "Princess we got to go." I sat up groaning, "Why."

"We have work", getting back into the car I stretched. "Oh right", I felt a bit better; he helped me.

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When we got to work Aaron and I automatically went to Garcia office. We walked in and she turned around in her chair.

There was a huge smile on her face, "Oh my god... I'm so happy for you guys." Closing the door behind us Aaron said, "You didn't tell anyone right."

"No sir I didn't tell a soul...if you don't mind I have a few questions." We nodded and sat down. "

How long has this been going on." She pointed between me and Aaron.

"About five months now, and to answer the following question I'm aware I've been here five months. We started dating soon after yes." I said putting my hand on his.

"Does anyone else know"

"Rossi but no one else and y/n and I would like to keep it that way please."

I stood up grabbing Aarons hand pulling him up. "Y/n we're gonna have to talk later."

Garcia said while winking at me. I huffed and smiled walking out to my desk.

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A few hours have passed and honestly I was really horny. It had been a few days since we last had sex and I needed his touch; I felt deprived. I took out my phone.

Y/n- Close the blinds

Aaron- Why

Y/n- Just do it

I saw him in the corner of my eye close the blinds

Y/n- Are you gonna be busy today

Aaron- No.....little girl what are you doing

Y/n- Call me to your office

Hotch opened the door, "Y/n can I see you in my office please." I walked up the ramp opening the door closing it behind me. I pressed my back to the door and locked it.

Hearing the click Aaron looked at me raising his eyebrows, I walked over to him quickly sitting on the desk in front of him.

I pulled him up with the collar of his suit pressing my lips to his. He snaked his arms around my waist. Moaning into the kiss I pulled away.

As I looked at his face, seeing his swollen lips and dilated eyes it turned me on even more.

"Just fuck me", He crashed his lips to mine pushing his tongue into my mouth. He pulled me off turned me around and slammed my chest on his desk.

"You couldn't wait till we got home", he pulled my pants down and slapped my ass.

Clenching around nothing I sat up facing him, He tugged at my panted taking them off completely.

Aaron standing in between my legs I glanced at the growing bulge in his pants. I palmed him, him groaned in my ear while unbuttoning my shirt.

I unzipped his pants pulling them down just enough to pull his cock out. Stroking his shaft he took off my underwear.

He ran his cock up and down my slit before sliding in. Letting me adjust to his size before continuing, thrusting in a out.

I littered kisses down his neck and up to his jawline; purple circles started to form. I moaned into his neck, his hand finding its way around my throat applying enough pressure for my vision to blur. "Fuc-"

"Let me hear you baby", the knot forming in my stomach. His other hand went to my clit rubbing fast circles matching his movements.

His groans and curses could be heard from the bullpen. Pounding into me I couldn't form words only whimpers. He turned me into a moaning mess.

His thrusts getting rougher and faster I started to come close to the edge. He brought me closer to him; my body almost completely with his.

He added more pressure on my throat, "Fuck Aaron". My hand tugging on his hair pulling his head to the side putting my head into the crook of his neck.

His movements started to falter as I felt him starting to twitch inside me. I reached my orgasm, I clenched around him bringing him to finish inside me.

My body shaking slightly. Seeing white spots I didn't notice Aaron had already pulled out and was cleaning between my legs with a tissue.

"You feel better now", Aaron let out a chuckle putting his hands on my hips helping me down. I put my underwear and pants back on.

I went up to Aaron setting a deep and loving kiss on his lips. My hand pressed the back of his neck bringing him closer.

"Little girl if you don't stop I might just have to bend you back over the desk." I just stared at him.

"I'm gonna hold you to that. Love you" Sitting back down and continuing to work, "Love you too."

I walked out of his office sitting back down. From the looks of it, I didn't think they heard us, but I did notice a pair of eyes staring at me.

Rossi and Garcia.

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peaskyblonders · 4 years

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War

GIF NOT MINE!!!

Thomas Shelby x reader

“pre-war Tommy x reader reacting to when Tommy has to go off to the war”

Warnings; pre-war Tommy, angsty fluff, smut (but not really)

Stay safe everyone!

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"Tommy stop!" you giggled as you ran down the street of Watery Lane.

You and Tommy had been at the docks skipping stones when you had splashed him with more than a handful of water, drenching him completely. His shirt darkened in colour and stuck to his body you laughed until you saw anger flash through his eyes and knew that it was time to run.

You ran the whole way to the Shelby household, Tommy was hot on your heels throughout the whole journey. You were just about to knock on the door when you were gently shoved into the wall, Thomas' hands being placed on either side of your head, caging you in between him. You looked up at him, rolling your eyes at the smug look on his face.

"Don't start what you can't finish, love" he whispered in your ear, you felt his hot breath hit your skin and you couldn't help but let out a shiver. "What? Cat got your tongue?" he joked as he closed the distance between you both. You could now feel his body against yours and you were almost sure that he could feel your heart pounding in your chest.

You had been dating Tommy for a little over a year, having known him for five, and it still amazed you the effect that he had on you. You still managed to get nervous around him and seemed to want to pounce on his body every time that you saw him. You thought that your feelings for him would fade over time but they just seemed to get stronger each time that you saw him.

You kept eye contact with Tommy, but when you saw his eyes flicker down to your lips you couldn't help but let your eyes wander to his own. You had kissed him plenty of times but still managed to crave the feeling of his lips against yours. Your gaze flickered back up towards his eyes to find him already staring at you. You leaned in close, his nose brushed against yours and your eyes fell shut as you pursed your lips, longing for the feeling of his lips against yours, but the kiss never came and when you opened your eyes again you noticed that he was no longer pushed against you.

"Payback, love" he explained as you rolled your eyes at him and pushed yourself off the wall.

"Dickhead" you muttered as you opened the door to the Shelby household, almost immediately stopping upon seeing a letter planted on the floor by your feet, you picked it up and felt your heart pick up its pace upon seeing Tommy's name on the cover, the stamp of the British Army in the corner.

You quickly passed it to Tommy, pushing it into his chest without looking in his direction. You had a good idea of what the letter said and you weren't necessarily happy about it. You knew about the war and how many men had died while fighting for their country. You knew it was selfish but you didn't want Tommy to become one of those men, you didn't want him to be affected by the horrors that he would see while protecting his country, while protecting you. You ran up to his room with tears in your eyes, Tommy attempted to follow you but stopped upon hearing Polly's protest in the kitchen.

He opened the letter in the hall with his hands shaking slightly. He was being drafted to war. He knew it would happen sooner or later, he just didn't know that it would affect you and him, so much.

"All of you" he heard Polly speak from the kitchen door, he furrowed his eyebrows at her as he folded the letter and placed it into his pocket. "You, Arthur, John, you're all going to war and there's nothing that I can do to stop it" she sighed. Tommy looked closely at her and noticed her puffy red eyes for the first time. He wanted to speak, to say something but he didn't know what he could say that would make the situation any better so he just remained silent as she wiped her tears with a crumpled tissue. "Give her some time, Tom. It's a hard thing to process." Tommy nodded his head at her words and sat down in the small sitting room, thinking about what he was going to do with you for the next two weeks until he was sent away to another country, possibly never seeing you again.

Tommy reckons he sat in that room for an hour until he built up the courage to go talk to you. He quietly climbed up the stairs and when he opened the door to his room he noticed you lying on his bed with your back facing the door, he knew you weren't asleep as you let out a sniffle every few seconds. He gently closed the door behind him and made his way to his small bed, sitting on the edge with you behind him.

"Are you awake?" he whispered although he was almost certain that he knew the answer. You didn't reply, a clear insight into how you were feeling, upset. Not at him, Tommy assumed, but at the situation at hand. "We still have two weeks together, darling" he spoke, trying to lighten the mood, and upon hearing nothing but silence, he continued to talk, "I'd like to spend the next few days making happy memories with you for when I leave, you know...so I have something positive to think of when I'm stood in the face of evil, I don't want my last memories of you to be full of your sad face, not when I consider you to be the light of my life, I just-"

Tommy cut himself off when he felt your arms wrap around his chest and pull him into you, dragging him to lay down in the bed beside you."Two weeks?" you asked as you lightly ran your fingers along his cheekbone, trying to memorize every single detail of his face as if your life depended on it. Tommy nodded his head.

"Two weeks," he whispered, afraid that if he spoke any louder he would break the trance that you seemed to be in. You hadn't even noticed that Tommy had pecked your lips until he had pulled away and whispered goodnight to you. You immediately pulled him back into you when your brain had caught up to reality and gave him a longer, more passionate one .

"I love you" you whispered when you pulled away and smiled when you saw the corners of his lips perk up.

"Say it again" he demanded with his eyes still shut.

"I love you, Thomas Shelby, always have and always will"

Tommy fell asleep happy that night, knowing that his favourite girl loved him and would be waiting for him when he came back from war. You, on the other hand, spent the night with tears in your eyes as you stared at Tommys sleeping face, wondering how you were going to survive without him. You knew you were going to help Polly keep the family business up and running. You were going to become an independent woman and you vowed that you would put up a strong facade until Tommy came home, even if your heart was breaking bit by bit each day.

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You spent the next two weeks with Tommy doing anything that your heart desired, from going to the beach to a night out in London town. You and Tommy had made the best memories, and you almost forgot that he was going to war.

The day before Tommy was sent away, he had brought you breakfast in bed, something he rarely did as he hated the feeling of the crumbs against his legs as he slept, but you knew it wouldn't matter anymore as he would only have to sleep on it for one more night until he was shipped away to sleep on the cold grass of the french fields.

After you had finished your breakfast you brought Tommy to local Garrison pub, where the whole neighbourhood was throwing a farewell party for all the men being sent to war. It was a good chance for the men to enjoy their last moments of freedom together. It was also a good chance for the women to catch up and support each other. You felt an overwhelming sense of love and protection as you talked to your friends and you knew that thanks to these women, you would survive however long the war lasted. It was time for the women to put on their big girl trousers and get the work done. Something that you were now ready for.

At the end of the evening, you all sang drunkenly in a big circle in the centre of the pub with your arms linked together, drinks splashing onto the floor, smiles on everyone's faces and tears in their eyes. By the time you and Tommy had made your way home, it was just past 1am. You had to silently creep up the stairs, Tommy gently placing his hand over your mouth when you let our a childish giggle. "Shhh," he whispered as he attempted to contain his own laughter, but he failed miserably and you both ended up sitting on the stairs laughing loud enough to wake the neighbours.

You and Tommy eventually made your way to his room, you quickly walked the short distance to his bed and took off your heels as he gently closed the door. You placed your heels to the side and stood up, getting ready to go to sleep, but Tommy stopped you by placing his hands on either side of your face. You looked up at him in confusion. "Y'alright?" you whispered to him, but instead of answering Tommy pulled you into a gentle kiss which you immediately reciprocated, your hands falling to the side of his shirt, pulling him closer into you.

The kiss soon became heated and one of Tommy's hands trailed down your neck to your thighs where he gave them a light tap, indicating that he wanted you to jump. You obliged and wrapped your legs around his torso. His hands moved to squeeze your bum while your hands moved to his hair, pulling lightly on the dark locks when you felt him suck harshly on your neck.

"Tommy" you moaned and were about to kiss him when he pushed you onto the bed, a light gasp leaving your lips at the sudden movement. It wasn't long until Tommy climbed on top of you, resuming his previous actions and before you knew it you were undressed, words of praise being whispered into your ear as Tommy made love to you.

You came undone later that night, your hands intertwined with Tommys as proclamations of love came fell from your lips as well as his. You fell asleep feeling safe in Tommy's arms but upon seeing the light crack through the window, the awful feeling in your stomach returned as well as the tears in your eyes.

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nemesyis · 4 years

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Makeup sex

Pairing: Jiyong (BigBang) x Reader

Rating: NSFW

Warnings: Angst, smut, cumplay, and general debauchery.

Written by: Nemesyis

Jiyong glanced at his phone again for the third time in ten minutes. You were avoiding him and he wasn’t sure why. Maybe it was the fight you had the night before that left you storming out of his apartment at 1am with a slam of the door. It was now nearly 9pm and he was getting worried. Normally when you had a fight, you were the first to cave. Calling or texting within a few hours and after talking, everything went back to normal. Running a hand down his face, he finally broke.

Y/N?

No immediate response. He sat and stared at his phone, watching the little icon change that showed that you had read the message. He decided to give it a little time, maybe you couldn’t answer right away. Five more minutes passed, they felt like five years. Checking his phone again, he deflated a little seeing that you still left him on read.

Caving completely, he dialed your number. Waiting with baited breath as your phone rang. Finally on the fourth ring, you answered. “What do you want Jiyong. I don’t have time for your bullshit right now.”

“Please don’t hang up, Y/N. Hear me out.” he stammered, suddenly unsure of what to say.

Sighing in annoyance, “I’m listening.”

“I’m sorry. I was a dick and I shouldn’t have said the things I said last night.” he blurted. Met with silence from your end of the phone he tentatively said your name, checking to see if you were still there.

Sighing as you replied, “Yeah, I’m still here. You’re still an asshole, and I’m a fucking idiot.”

Frowning, “Don’t ever call yourself that. If anyone’s the fucking idiot, it’s me. Can I come over? I want to talk face to face.”

You murmured your agreement and he let you know he would be at your place in fifteen minutes. You knew that the fight last night had been stupid. You were unhappy lately with his inability to make time for you. Always feeling like he expected you to drop your life whenever he called. Sex was all you had time for and you were sick of it. Feeling much like his personal fuck doll, with a quicky here and there. Lately it was as if he made minimal effort to ever get you off.

You made no attempt whatsoever to freshen yourself before he got there. You were miserable and you wanted him to see you looking like it. No makeup, circles under your eyes, no bra, old ratty t-shirt you slept in, and your stretched out pyjama pants. Your hair carelessly tossed into a sloppy bun on top of your head. When your doorbell rang, you took your time going to the door. A vain attempt at showing him that he wasn’t your top priority at that exact moment.

When you finally opened the door for him, he looked as much the same as you did. Hair messy, face unshaven, and the same clothes he wore the night before. “You look like shit.” was all you could say as you allowed him across your threshold. He quirked a small smile, seeing you didn’t return it, the smile quickly disappeared from his face. “The couch is fine.” you said as you plopped onto the same piece of furniture gracelessly. If you let him into your bedroom, you knew where it would eventually lead.

“Y/N, I’m sorry. With the album and prepping for the tour, and with everything… I know its just excuses.” he said as he pulled his legs up to his chest, hugging them and not meeting your gaze. “I have no excuse. You deserve better than this. Better than me.”

“Stop right there. You don’t get to decide what’s best for me. I love you, Jiyong, but I don’t particularly like you right now.” you responded bitterly. “If I didn’t care about you or what we have, I would have given up on your bullshit a long time ago. All I ask is that you treat me like an equal in this relationship instead of your personal whore.”

He hung his head lower at your words. He knew you were right. Fuck he was bad at this and he knew it. He loved you enough though to try. “Can we start over?”

“Yeah. Just promise you try harder to make some time for me in this hectic schedule of yours. I’m all for the occasional quickie, but I’m your girlfriend for christ sake.” you huffed, blowing a stray strand of hair from your eyes. “Now get your ass over here and cuddle me bitch.”

His features broke into a wide smile as he obeyed your command. Scooting next to you, wrapping his arms around you as you lay your head on his shoulder. “Do you want to watch a movie?” he asked, unwilling to push you into anything else.

“No. This is enough for now.” you murmured as you snuggled your face into his shirt, inhaling his natural scent. “When do you leave for the first leg of your tour?”

“In a week. I don’t have anything else going on for the next few days so I can be all yours.” he smiled, kissing the top of your head.

Wrapping your arms tighter around him, you wriggled closer. After a few minutes, you said “Jiyongie?”

He smiled against your hair, “Yes, Kitten?”

“Will you tuck me in?” you whispered as you kissed a line along his collarbone. The sudden change in your demeanour made his pulse quicken. He responded by turning you in his arms and claiming your mouth with a hungry kiss. His fingers wound their way through your hair as he wiggled around to press his body to yours desperately. Sinking his tongue into your willing mouth as his hands slid up and down your form, trying to touch you everywhere at once. Allowing your thighs to fall open, he slid between them and settled against your sex. As he devoured your moans, he rocked his erection against your clothed folds.

Pushing him back, he looked down at you licking his spit slick lips, “Is everything okay baby?”

“Don’t make me wait any more Jiyongie. I want you to fuck me senseless.” you gasped as his hips pushed his cock against your clit. “Ffffuck!”

Jiyong stood up and stripped himself. Pulling you to your feet, he helped you out of your own clothes. He was about to take you in his arms again, but instead you pushed him down into a seated position on the couch. Straddling him, you kissed him again. Rocking your hips, you slid the length of his dick back and forth through your folds. Once he was coated with your slick, you raised your hips and guided him into your warm depths. “Fuuuuck… are you wet just for me baby?” he said with a strained voice.

“Shut up and fuck me. I want you to fuck me deep and fill me up afterwards.” you responded as you rolled your hips. He grasped your ass and guided you into a steady rhythm. “Yes Jiyongie… just like that… don't you fucking stop.”

He growled and bucked his hips up roughly. You gasped with a sharp intake of breath as he masterfully bounced you on his cock. Each time he pressed your hips down, he met you from underneath. Soon the distinct sounds of flesh smacking against flesh, panting, muttered curses, and sloppy kisses were all that could be heard in your apartment. A small part of your brain registered that you had forgotten to close the curtains, but at that exact moment you couldn’t care less.

Jiyong slowed your movements, leisurely fucking up into you at a torturous pace. The dragging of his length against your inner muscles was delicious. The slow burn in the pit of your stomach had begun to leach into your whole body as you neared your end. “You gonna cum for me baby? You want me to cum inside don’t you? Push my babies into your greedy cunt?” he murmured against your lips. He punctuated each question with a sharp thrust of his hips, his cock rubbing against your g-spot each time.

“Fuuuuck Jiyong… please let me cum. I need you so bad.” you panted in response, yelping loudly at each thrust. Tears had begun to form at the corners of your eyes as he continued to deny your pleasure. Hearing your words, he picked you up and flipped your positions. All the while, his cock was still embedded deep inside of you. He pushed your knees to your chest and began a brutal pace.

“You like that? You like it when I fuck you like that?” he asked, licking his thumb lewdly before bringing it down to rub circles around your clit. You screamed and clawed at the upholstery as you came hard. Your brain, unable to process all of the different stimuli, simply shut down. White heat tore through your body as you shuddered and your cunt pulsed around him. He didn’t stop his ministrations, fucking you through your pleasure. Overstimulation set in, as he quickly coaxed another orgasm from you. This time you came, mouth open in a wordless cry. Above you he grunted with the force of each thrust.

Your second orgasm, tipped him over the edge. Fucking into you sloppily as he came. Spurts of warm semen painted your internal walls and squelched out of your opening as he slid in and out of you. “Oh FUCK!” he cried. Giving you one final thrust before collapsing on top of you.

Jiyong kissed you leisurely, panting and fighting to catch your breath as his softened cock slid from you, followed by the slow ooze of his cum. “That was… amazing baby.” he said as he tried to slow his breathing.

Wiping sweat from your forehead, you cradled him against your tingling body. It still quaked slightly from aftershocks. “I get to keep you for a week before the tour?” you asked, brushing hair out of his eyes.

He smiled and kissed you again, “Yeah you do.” He sat back and watched intently at the white fluids that seeped from your pussy. Taking a finger, he scooped some of it up and pushed it back in. He was about to bring the same finger to his mouth to clean it off, when you caught his wrist and brought it to your own.

Savoring the mingled taste of your release, you looked up at him and giggled. “We forgot to close the drapes. I’m pretty sure the neighbors got a free show.”

“Eh… wouldn’t be the first time I’m sure.” he shrugged. “How about we go rinse off and go watch a movie in bed.” he said as he rose and reached for your hand.

“Sounds good.” you stated as you kissed his cheek and walked towards the bathroom. “I love you, you know.”

“Yeah, I know.”

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calumcest · 4 years

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you and i were fireworks that went off too soon - chapter seven

[ao3]

did i just pull this entire chapter out of my arse tonight? maybe! not that i don’t write these chapters all in one sitting at like 9pm-1am every single time don’t get it twisted i’m not organised i am a binge-writer

i always do my long ass a/ns on ao3 i dont know why feels more REVEALING to do them here because i know people actually read them and i think probably one person on the whole planet has ever read my ao3 a/ns its a safe haven so i’m just going to say my brief thank yous: thank you to @clumsyclifford for literally everything you do always, thank you to @ashesonthefloor for listening too me bitch about this fic and having the most wonderful thoughts and ideas about it, thank you to @kaleidoscopeminds for motivating me to keep writing this fic w your kind words, thank you to @allsassnoclass for always being so wise and understanding of authors dilemmas and encouraging me w your lovely words, and thank you to my spoiler anon for being so lovely about this fic and holyverse and also for asking about another chapter because i swear to u i would have kept putting it off were it not for u. also big thank you to noel and liam gallagher for writing the SMASH hits i wrote this entire chapter to and for being [redacted] and also to richard madden because i just fancy him and feel like i should thank him for existing and allowing me to perceive him

It’s a twin room, thank God, because Luke would have rather slept in the hallway than shared a bed with Ashton for four weeks.

“I’m taking the window bed,” he announces, before Ashton has a chance to say anything, out of pure spite, because he knows Ashton likes sleeping by the window. Or knew, maybe. He’s not sure anymore.

Ashton opens and then closes his mouth, nods curtly, and puts his carry-on bag on the bed nearest the bathroom. Luke puts Clifford down on the bed first, muttering at him to stop fucking yapping (which Clifford, of course, ignores), and then drops his suitcases next to it with a sigh.

“So,” Ashton says, and his voice fills the entire room, too loud and too much, a jarring reminder that Ashton’s here, in Luke’s space, and Luke’s got no option but to live with it. “Should we go out?” Luke blinks at him.

“What?” he says.

“Well,” Ashton says, with an uncomfortable shrug. “Study doesn’t start ‘til tomorrow, and it’s only nine. Thought we could spend the day exploring?” Luke stares at him.

“Think I’d rather spend my last day of freedom alone,” he says, a little harshly. Ashton blinks, and Luke doesn’t miss the flash of hurt that crosses his face, but then he nods again.

“Have you still got my UK number?” he says, and Luke hesitates, and then nods. He’s not sure why it feels like he’s giving something away by admitting that he’d never deleted Ashton’s numbers; he’d been the one to text Ashton about the tattoos first, so clearly Ashton already knows that Luke still had his Australian number, at least. “Well. Text me if you need anything?”

“Don’t think I’ll need anything,” Luke says, and Ashton sighs, and Luke feels a little small, a little stupid, like Ashton’s a patient parent putting up with a melodramatic teenager.

“I’m going to head off, then,” Ashton says, a touch awkwardly, and Luke just nods, busying himself with getting Clifford out of his travel cage, thinking he’ll ask at reception for directions to the nearest park and let Clifford stretch his legs. He steadfastly doesn’t look at Ashton as Ashton gathers his things together, patting his coat pocket to make sure he’s got everything, and then slips out of the room, door clicking shut behind him.

As soon as Ashton’s left, Luke suddenly feels simultaneously relieved and overwhelmed. He feels like he can breathe a little easier, think a little clearer without Ashton in his personal space, making him feel like he has to be alert, on edge, but the hotel room feels strangely empty without him. Luke shakes his head, tries to get the latter thought out of his mind, focusing on Clifford’s insistent yaps to draw him back to reality and distract him.

“Alright, little man, we’re going,” Luke mutters, fumbling around in his bag for Clifford’s lead. Clifford jumps around at his feet, already panting, and Luke rolls his eyes, clips the lead on, checks he’s got his room key and phone in his pocket and heads out of the room.

He decides to take the stairs, since he doesn’t think Clifford’s got the patience to wait for the lift, which proves to be the right decision when Clifford’s straining at his lead trying to bound down the stairs, giving Luke reproachful looks whenever he tugs him back. They’re only on the second floor, so it’s not long before Luke’s back in the lobby, and Clifford finally pulls himself together and trots smartly at Luke’s heel, giving other people milling in the area imperious looks as they pass.

“Hi,” Luke says, and the receptionist smiles politely up at him. “I’d like to walk my dog. Can you tell me where the nearest park is?” She nods.

“Of course, sir,” she says, and pulls out a brochure. Luke mentally pinches the bridge of his nose. He’s going to look like a massive fucking tourist walking around with one of those. He’ll be lucky if he doesn’t get mugged.

“You just need to turn left out of the hotel, take a right at the end of the road, take the second left after that, take two rights, and you’ll be at the park,” she says, trailing her pen across the streets and ending it with a flourish, circling a rectangle of green on the map and smiling at him again. Luke smiles back, having taken absolutely none of that in, thanks her, pockets the map and decides he’ll probably just walk around the nearby backstreets for a while until Clifford’s worn out to lower his chances of getting lost.

Clifford, it turns out, is surprisingly tired, having apparently spent all of his energy on pestering Luke to take him out. He only manages about half an hour of walking up and down a few streets around the hotel before he’s flagging, sitting down and staring up at Luke beseechingly when Luke tries to pull him along. A passing couple throw Luke an amused look and titter to themselves, and Luke sighs.

“C’mon, little man,” he says, tugging again. Clifford refuses to budge, just stares up at Luke with a look that Luke knows all too well. “Come on, Cliff, you’re embarrassing me. It’s two streets away. You can walk that far.” Clifford stays put, and Luke rolls his eyes, but bends down and scoops Clifford up into his arms. Clifford immediately nuzzles into Luke happily, licking at his neck, and Luke pulls back, wrinkling his nose. “Gross, Cliff, don’t do that.”

Luke pretty much speedwalks back to the hotel because little though Clifford is, he’s surprisingly heavy after a while, and Luke’s much weaker than he looks. He throws the receptionist a polite smile on his way back up to the room, unclips Clifford from the lead as soon as he’s in there and rummages around in one of his suitcases for the bed Michael had shoved on top of all of Luke’s warmest clothes. Clifford watches him patiently, and hops into the bed as soon as Luke’s unfolded it, curls up and closes his eyes. Luke can’t help but smile fondly down at him, bending down to press a kiss to the top of Clifford’s head and scratching behind his ears.

“I’m going to go out again, little man,” he tells Clifford. “I’ll be back to give you your dinner, though.” Clifford just sniffs, which Luke takes to mean ‘yeah, sure, now fuck off and let me sleep’, and Luke straightens again, throws Clifford one final fond look and heads back out of the room, shutting the door softly behind him.

He decides it’s probably fine if he wanders aimlessly, since the brochure in his pocket has the name of the hotel on it and Michael had paid for his phone plan to cover the UK for six weeks so he can look it up when he inevitably gets lost. Having spent half an hour in the streets surrounding the hotel already, he decides to get on the tube and head somewhere new, picking a stop name he recognises - Leicester Square sounds vaguely familiar.

Leicester Square, it turns out, sounds familiar because it’s a tourist hotspot. Luke’s ducking and weaving between people, mumbling apologies as he slips through gaps that he doesn’t actually fit through and splits up groups (but seriously, he thinks, slightly irritated as he smiles politely, who the fuck walks in a row of five?). There are countless little side alleys and back roads leading off the main street, but even those are difficult to walk through, filled with the native Londoners who know their way through the labyrinth of twisting streets and know better than to be anywhere near Leicester Square in the first place.

Eventually, half to get out of the crowds and half because he’s actually pretty hungry, Luke ducks into a Costa and buys himself a ham and cheese toastie, balking at the price when the cashier rings it up. Five fucking pounds, what’s that, ten dollars? For one sandwich? Fucking hell. He’s definitely going to be demanding those reimbursements from the university.

He’s waiting for his sandwich to come out of the toaster, only two baristas serving a queue of at least twenty, when someone taps him on the shoulder a little tentatively, making him jump. He whips around, wondering whether he’s in the way or something, and comes face to face with-

Ashton.

“Are you serious?” he demands, before he can think about it. Ashton shrugs, and looks a little uncomfortable. “Are you following me?”

“I was already here,” Ashton says. “I’ve got a table.” He waves his hand in the directions of an empty table in the far corner, and Luke can see Ashton’s coat bunched up on one of the chairs.

“Oh,” Luke says. Ashton gives him a look, simultaneously sad and calculating, and for a brief moment, Luke thinks fuck, his eyes are pretty. Jesus Christ. Maybe he should have stayed at the hotel and napped.

“D’you want to sit with me?” Ashton says. Luke hesitates - not particularly , is the first petulant thought to cross his mind, before his rational side kicks in and tells him sleepily that he won’t find a seat anywhere else - and then nods.

“Ham and cheese toastie?” the barista calls, and Luke steps forwards, takes it from her hand and heads wordlessly in the direction of Ashton’s table, Ashton in tow.

“Sorry,” Ashton says, when Luke picks up Ashton’s coat off the seat and holds it out for him. He takes it from Luke and his finger brushes against Luke’s, and something like liquid gold rushes through Luke, making him giddy from head to toe. It’s the sleeplessness, he tells himself, averting his gaze and snatching his hand away. God knows he’s felt even more unexplainable things on the same amount of sleep.

“‘S alright,” Luke says, sitting down to avoid thinking about the warmth of Ashton’s finger brushing against his own and the way his finger is still burning from the contact. “You didn’t know I was going to be here.” Ashton hesitates, and then busies himself with tucking his coat behind him, like he’s looking for something to do that isn’t stare across the table at Luke. Luke’s not going to complain about that, and takes a bite out of the first half of the toastie so he won’t have to say anything else.

They sit in silence for a moment, Luke eating his toastie, Ashton fiddling with the bracelet on his left hand. The silence is uncomfortable, oppressive, and Luke kind of wishes he’d just sat on the fucking floor or something. Nothing makes him wish that more, though, than when Ashton opens his mouth and says: “I wondered.”

Luke swallows his last bite of toastie with a frown.

“You wondered what?” he says. Ashton shrugs, tension and discomfort visible in the movement.

“I wondered whether we’d bump into each other,” he says. Luke rolls his eyes.

“Not this again,” he mutters, but it’s more tired than anything. Ashton sighs, and drops his hands onto the table.

“Look,” he says carefully. “I don’t think us bumping into each other all the time is a coincidence.”

“Fucking hell,” Luke says, but there’s no heat behind the words. He digs the heels of his palms into his eyes and squeezes them shut. He’s too fucking tired for this.

“Luke,” Ashton says, like Luke’s being unreasonable. “We’ve lived in the same city for years-” Luke opens his mouth to interrupt, because Ashton was always away half the time when they were together, and he can’t imagine that’s changed much “-okay, on-off, because I’m in LA sometimes - but we’ve not once bumped into each other. Then we get the tattoos, and suddenly I’m seeing you every other week?”

“What’s your point?” Luke says, a little irritably. “You think this is some grand plan from the universe to make us fall back in love? What, I’m Cathy, you’re Heathcliff?” Ashton bites his lip, and Luke’s mouth twists bitterly in a humourless smile. “This isn’t fucking romantic, Ashton. You leaving me was-” he cuts himself off. He’s not quite ready to tell Ashton that , yet. “Awful,” he says, eventually. “This isn’t part of some, like, big romantic redemption arc for you. You fucked up, and you fucked me over, and we’ve just got to find some way to live with the tattoos. That’s why we’re both here, isn’t it?” Ashton’s silent for a moment, and if Luke’s not mistaken, looks a little paler than he had a minute ago, and then nods.

“Can we at least be civil?” Ashton says, and then, seeing the look on Luke’s face, adds: “We’re stuck together for four weeks, Luke. I know you don’t like me, and I’m not asking for- for friendship, or anything. I’m just asking for you to be civil with me.” Luke exhales heavily.

“Fine,” he says tiredly, before he has the chance to think too much about it. “Civil.”

“Civil,” Ashton agrees.

(Luke’s pretty sure civil doesn’t involve thinking God, I’d forgotten how long his eyelashes are, and the way you can see a hint of his dimple when he speaks, but he’s also pretty sure that’s entirely to do with the exhaustion, and nothing to do with him.)

-------

Ashton talks Luke into going down to the Houses of Parliament, with a combination of a sincere look on his face, big, serious eyes as he says look, we don’t want to risk another bumping-into-each-other tattoo, and it’ll just be civil, and the fact that Luke just doesn’t have the energy to argue. Plus, he thinks, Ashton seems to know where he’s going, and Luke had forgotten to take his charger with him so he’s kind of fucked if he gets lost.

The walk down from Costa to the Houses of Parliament is only about twenty minutes, but feels so much fucking longer, both of them all too aware of the awkward silence hanging between them, amplified by the noise of the city surrounding them. They walk through Trafalgar Square, and Ashton tells Luke something about art installations and the fourth plinth and Luke just nods along, trying his best to do this whole civil thing by quelling his instinct to snap I don’t fucking know what a plinth is and you know full fucking well I don’t care about art. Ashton seems to sense it from him anyway, though, because he falters and then says, with an uncomfortable laugh, “You probably don’t care about this anyway.”

“Not really,” Luke admits, because they’d said civil, not dishonest. Ashton smiles wryly, but it doesn’t reach his eyes.

“Sorry,” he says, and Luke just hums, and they fall back into an awkward silence.

It’s easier, Luke finds, when a man in a suit shoulders into him and keeps walking without so much as a mumbled apology and Ashton turns to him, outraged, and says Londoners really are cunts, if they interact with each other through their surroundings. Talking about people, things, even the fucking weather, adds a sheen of superficiality, a layer of removal that they can both look at and pretend there’s nothing more to it, no years of hurt and pain bubbling beneath the surface.

“How is it this sunny yet this cold?” Luke grumbles, shielding his eyes and squinting up at Big Ben.

“You should be here in April,” Ashton says, stabbing the button at the traffic light repeatedly.

“I’ve got no intentions of being here any longer than I have to be,” Luke mutters. “What are we looking at, again?”

“It’s parliament, Luke,” Ashton says, like that’s supposed to mean something to Luke.

“So?” Luke says. “We’ve got a parliament.”

“And? Have you ever seen it?” Ashton says shrewdly, and Luke scowls, biting back the scathing retort on the tip of his tongue. Civil and Ashton are two concepts that he assumes will take a while to marry in his mind.

“Whatever,” he says, stepping out into the road as the light turns green. “Just don’t get why I’m supposed to care about some random country’s government, is all.” Ashton doesn’t seem to have anything to say to that, jogging to catch up with Luke, and they walk the rest of the distance to the buildings in silence.

It’s quite imposing, Luke thinks, up close. The buildings are sort of dirty - or maybe they’re meant to look like that - and incredibly intricate, bordering on fussy. It towers over them, looking more like a palace than a place of governance, Big Ben casting a long shadow across the road. He’s not sure he’d want to be governed from this place.

“I don’t like it,” he says.

“Really?” Ashton says, squinting up at the buildings. “I think it’s kind of pretty.” You would, Luke thinks darkly. Old, ornate and overcomplicated? That’s exactly the kind of thing Ashton would get excited about and find unwarranted symbolism in.

“Yeah, well,” Luke says instead, because he’s pretty sure that thought doesn’t count as civil. “Think it’s just a bit too elaborate.”

“It’s Gothic Revival,” Ashton says, like Luke’s supposed to have a single fucking clue what that means. Actually, Luke thinks bitterly, he’s probably fully aware that Luke doesn’t have any idea what that means, and is hoping Luke will take the bait and ask so Ashton can demonstrate his massive intellect, or whatever.

“Right,” Luke says, a little shortly. Ashton glances at him, looking a touch taken aback, but then looks back at the buildings.

“We can go somewhere else,” he says, and it’s an offer. An olive branch.

“Yeah,” Luke says, because annoyance at not knowing anything about architectural styles aside, looking at an old building is just pretty fucking boring.

“There’s an aquarium not too far away,” Ashton says. “I remember you-” he stops himself, and Luke swallows. Yeah. He loves aquariums. He loves them so much that Ashton had taken him to the Sydney Aquarium for their third anniversary, a month or two before he’d broken up with Luke.

(Two months on the dot. Not that Luke has both dates seared into his mind, or anything.)

“Yeah,” Luke says again, to fill the silence of both of them thinking back to that day. “Let’s go to the aquarium.” Ashton hesitates, and glances at Luke like he wants to say something else, a sort of semi-pained expression on his face, and then he sighs, shakes his head, and throws Luke a tight smile.

“Let’s go to the aquarium,” he agrees.

-------

The aquarium, it turns out, is a much better choice.

Despite the odd screaming child, the aquarium has a calming silence to it, an almost pensive quiet that pierces to the depths of Luke’s soul. It settles the air between him and Ashton, means they’re not silent for lack of civil things to say, but rather because they’re both caught up in the muted beauty of the ocean.

They don’t walk together, because Ashton likes to pore over every single placard and study every creature in minute detail and Luke’s drawn to the pretty, colourful fish. It’s Luke, though, who’s always the last to move on, and Ashton waits for him before they head to the next room. It’s almost nice, Luke thinks, as he heads for the door and sees Ashton slip through it when he sees Luke’s ready to move on, that they don’t have to have awkward conversations about it, that they can just understand and fall into it.

(He tries not to think about why.)

They spend hours in the aquarium, dawdling in every room, because they spent so much fucking money on it and they’re both going to be damned if they won’t milk it for all it’s worth. Luke spends an extra long time looking at the clownfish, for some reason, hypnotised by the way they can weave in and out of the anemones. There’s some kind of symbolism to be found there, he thinks, something about toxicity and safety, but he’s too tired to come up with it himself. Ashton would probably correct him if he tried, anyway.

Ashton’s particularly taken by the sharks, it turns out. He’s already staring at the huge tank in awe when Luke gets into the room, barely even blinking as his eyes follow one shark after the other. The room itself is dark, like the rest of the aquarium, but the tank’s so huge that Ashton’s bathed in light, rippling and shimmering and Luke, for the briefest of moments, feels something sharp stab at his heart, something he remembers feeling the last time he’d stood in an aquarium with Ashton. It makes his stomach clench, twist in on itself, because he knows exactly what he’d identified that feeling as before.

“They’re fucking beautiful, aren’t they?” Ashton says, interrupting Luke’s train of thought before it can take the leap off the cliff edge of panic, and Luke looks up at the sharks.

“I guess?” he says, because he doesn’t really see it.

“You used to like them,” Ashton says, sounding a little surprised.

“I used to like a lot of things,” Luke says. I used to like you, he adds spitefully in his head, and sort of hopes Ashton’s telepathic.

“Guess I’ve got to get to know you again,” Ashton says, and it’s a little wistful, a little sad. Luke doesn’t say anything, because he doesn’t know what would sum up I’m not sure I want you to, I don’t think I’ll give you a chance and Good fucking luck in a civil way.

They stand there for a while, watching the sharks, and people filter in and out of the room behind them. It feels oddly hypnotic, being stood there with Ashton, the only two static parts of a moving whole. He wonders if the sharks feel the same, swimming aimlessly in their tank, watching the world pass by and powerless to move with it.

“I’m sorry,” Ashton says quietly, after at least ten minutes have passed. It’s so quiet that Luke thinks he might have misheard it - maybe it was the family behind them, or just the sound of the tank - but he can sense Ashton stiffen next to him, like he’s preparing for backlash of some sort.

“What?” Luke says, just to make sure he’s heard right.

“I’m sorry,” Ashton repeats. Luke pauses, waiting for Ashton to elaborate, but he doesn’t. He doesn’t really have to, though, Luke finds, because he knows what Ashton means.

“I know,” Luke says eventually. Ashton swallows, but says nothing, just carries on gazing at the sharks, but out of the corner of his eye Luke can see that Ashton’s gaze is fixed now, not following the sharks around.

They stand in silence until an announcement blares through the system telling them that the aquarium is closing soon, making them both jump.

“What time is it?” Luke asks, just for something to say.

“Uh,” Ashton says, pulling his phone out. “Five.” Fucking hell. It feels much later than that. “Do you want to go back to the hotel?” Ashton adds, like he knows what Luke’s thinking. Luke nods.

“I’m fucking exhausted,” he admits, as they head back up the steps away from the sharks and towards the exit.

“Me too,” Ashton says. “I wanted to stay up until at least ten, but…” he trails off, stifling a yawn, and Luke can’t help but snort. Ashton smiles, small but genuine. “Fuck off,” he says, but it’s good-natured.

“Yeah,” Luke says, as they traipse out into the little shop. “Think I’m just going to crash when we get back.” Ashton nods, pushing open the door to the exit. Luke’s expecting the glare of brilliant sunlight to hit him, squints in preparation for the onslaught of light, but it’s pitch fucking black.

“What the fuck?” he says, sounding kind of perplexed and kind of outraged.

“What?” Ashton says. Luke gestures up at the sky with one hand, and uses the other to pull his coat in closer towards himself, because fucking hell, it’s freezing.

“It’s five o’clock,” he says. Ashton looks up at the sky, and then at him, an amused expression on his face.

“Wrong hemisphere,” he says, and Luke rolls his eyes.

“Fucking miserable place,” Luke grumbles, tucking his arms in and huddling in on himself. “No wonder they invaded the rest of the fucking world, Jesus. I wouldn’t want to stay here either.” Ashton says nothing, but when they pass under a streetlight, Luke sees the corners of his lips tilted upwards, and something warm and pleasant spreads from his stomach outwards.

“D’you actually know where you’re going?” he asks, when Ashton takes a sharp right turn onto a bridge.

“Of course I know,” Ashton says, in that infuriating, I’m-Ashton-Irwin-and-I’m-an-intellectual manner that Luke had never liked. Luke rolls his eyes, not entirely playfully, and jogs to keep up with him.

Ashton leads them across the bridge, past the parliament buildings again, up a long road that a lot of people are ambling down, and then cuts into a small alley on the right.

“You definitely don’t fucking know where you’re going,” Luke says, standing at the mouth of the road, something uneasy in his stomach. “I’m not going down here.”

“I know where I’m going,” Ashton says.

“Where are you going?” Luke says sceptically.

“Charing Cross.”

“Why is that down an alleyway?”

“It’s just a shortcut.” Luke stares at him, narrowing his eyes.

“Why can’t we walk on the main road?” he asks, because it feels right. Something about the alleyway feels wrong.

“We can,” Ashton says. “But it’ll take longer.” Luke makes no indications of moving, and Ashton sighs, and it’s tinged with sadness. “Come on, Luke, are you serious? You think I’m going to, what, murder you in an alley in London?” Well. Not specifically, but something’s telling Luke not to follow Ashton into that alley. Much more than that, it’s telling him not to let Ashton into that alley, but Luke’s trying to ignore that part of it.

“I just don’t want to go that way,” Luke says stubbornly. “Let’s just go on the main road.”

“It’ll take much longer that way,” Ashton says.

“I don’t care,” Luke says. “We’re not exactly fucking wanting for time, are we?” Ashton takes a step further into the alleyway, almost out of Luke’s line of vision.

“Come on , Luke,” he says, and takes another step, and Luke’s stomach tightens uncomfortably as he does.

“Don’t,” Luke says, before he can stop himself.

“Why?” Ashton says, sounding exasperated. “Look, the longer you stand here arguing, the longer it’ll take us either way.”

“I’m taking the main road,” Luke says. “Just- let’s fucking walk on the main road.”

“You don’t even know the way,” Ashton says. “I know the way.”

“I’m not going that way.” Even in the darkness and despite the distance, Luke can see Ashton roll his eyes.

“There’s nothing fucking down here, Luke,” Ashton calls, taking another step into the alleyway, and Luke edges forwards without even thinking about it, needing to keep Ashton in sight. It’s not really working, though, because Ashton’s walking further in and Luke’s at an angle to the alleyway, and it’s making him panic a little.

“Don’t fucking go down there,” Luke says, through gritted teeth. “Ashton, seriously. Just fucking come on the main road with me.”

“What’s your problem?” Ashton says, and even though he sounds genuinely surprised and curious, it makes a flash of anger flare up in Luke.

“Can you stop being a cunt for, like, two fucking minutes?” he bites out.

“Luke, I-” Ashton cuts himself off with a shout, and the anger’s gone, replaced with pure fucking fear and panic and protect protect protect running through Luke’s mind, and Luke’s barely even aware of his surroundings as he takes off, sprinting as fast as he can to the alleyway, getting to the entrance to it just as Ashton comes running out, wild-eyed. He doesn’t stop or say anything, just grabs Luke’s hand as he passes and tugs him hard in the opposite direction. They run to the main road, Luke’s heart pounding in a way that definitely isn’t just from the exercise, and then they run up it, and they don’t stop running until they’re outside the station. Luke doesn’t even realise that they’re still holding hands until Ashton drops his hand to lean on his knees, panting, hair completely windswept as it falls into his eyes.

“What the fuck was that?” Luke spits, fury beginning to set in between the racing heartbeats and gasped breaths.

“Someone fucking-” Ashton waves a hand, like it’s going to explain what ‘someone’ did. It doesn’t fucking matter, because those two words alone are enough to make Luke’s heart tighten, to make his stomach clench

“I fucking said-”

“I know, but it’s fucking five p.m., and I always go that way-”

“I told you-”

“I know, Luke,” Ashton says, breathing almost back to normal, and he straightens and gives Luke a look that looks almost sad. “Why d’you think that was?”

“Why do I- are you fucking insane? Because it’s a creepy fucking alleyway? Anyone would fucking know not to go down there!” Luke says, throwing his hands in the air.

“You were so fucking adamant,” Ashton says.

“Yeah, and if you’d fucking listened-”

“Luke,” Ashton interrupts. “I didn’t sense fucking anything.” Luke stops.

“Are you trying to say this is another fucking soulmate experience?” he says. “We don’t have three. Most people don’t even have one. ”

“No,” Ashton says. “I think it’s the same one. The first one. The protecting one.”

Oh.

It’s kind of a blur already, even though it’s only been like, three minutes, but Luke remembers the haze of protect protect protect that clouded every single other one of his thoughts, that stopped anything and everything else - including his own safety - from mattering, that made him move without even thinking, running straight fucking into the alleyway he’d been so uneasy about because nothing mattered more than Ashton.

“Fuck,” he says, and Ashton nods grimly.

“Yeah,” he says. Neither of them need to say didn’t realise it went both ways, because it’s both written clearly across their faces.

“You got this on the fucking phone?” Luke can’t help but ask.

“Yeah,” Ashton says again. Luke rakes a hand through his hair, trying to organise his thoughts. All he can really focus on is the what the fuck and Jesus Christ and fucking hell swirling around in a mess in his mind.

“Well,” he says. “Shit.” Ashton huffs out a shaky laugh, raises his eyebrows, and nods, and Luke thinks that about sums it up.

-------

They don’t talk much on the journey back to the hotel. Luke snipes at Ashton when Ashton tries to show him how to use his contactless card on the barriers, because he’d much rather use a paper ticket, thank you very fucking much, and Ashton calls Luke back when he heads down the wrong escalator. Luke asks once what their stop is and nods when Ashton answers him, and then they don’t speak again until they’re in the safety of the brightly-lit hotel lobby.

Luke’s not entirely sure how to take the silence between them in the lift up to the second floor. It still feels awkward, stilted, uncomfortable, but there’s something grander now, something bigger than the both of them that they can both feel but neither of them want to acknowledge.

Luke fusses over Clifford when they get back into the hotel room, pulls out the pack of dog food he’d brought with him because he hadn’t been sure what brands the UK would have, and Clifford munches his dinner happily while Luke carefully removes his coat and plugs his phone in to charge, not looking at Ashton. It feels overcrowded, even though the room is made for two people and certainly big enough to accommodate both of them.

He takes his time washing up Clifford’s bowl, refilling his water, but Clifford seems perfectly content to doze back off to sleep after his meal, leaving Luke with nothing to do but think about how fucking tired he actually is.

“I think I might sleep,” he says, even though he doesn’t really have to announce it to Ashton. Ashton looks up from where he is on his bed, book in his hand, and nods.

“I think I might too,” he says. “Do you want the bathroom first?” Luke blinks at him.

“Oh,” he says. “Uh. Yeah. Thanks.” Ashton nods, and turns back to his book, but when Luke turns his back to get his things out of his still-packed suitcase, he can feel Ashton’s eyes on him.

He makes quick work of putting his pyjamas on and brushing his teeth, only hesitating with his hand on the bathroom door handle to leave as he throws a quick glance at himself in the mirror, because he looks so fucking disarmed in his pyjamas, so strangely small and vulnerable. Whatever, he thinks, forcing himself to push the door open, because what the fuck else is he going to do, sleep in the bathroom?

“Bathroom’s free,” he says, because it feels like what he should say, turning his back to Ashton and making a show out of putting his clothes in his suitcase. He should probably just unpack it, he thinks - he is going to be here for four weeks, after all - but not tonight. He’s too fucking tired for that.

“Thanks,” Ashton says, and Luke hears the sound of a book closing and then feet shuffling as Ashton heads for the bathroom. He waits for the door to click shut behind him before tucking himself into bed, drawing the duvet close to his chin to try and keep the cold out. Why the fuck is it so cold in England, seriously?

Ashton doesn’t take long, or maybe Luke falls into microsleep, or something, because it feels like it’s about two seconds before he’s coming out of the bathroom, placing his clothes on the chair opposite his bed, and getting into bed. He’s got plaid pyjama bottoms and a casual t-shirt on, and he looks just as disarmed and vulnerable as Luke had in the mirror, which makes Luke feel simultaneously better and worse.

“Can I turn the light off?” Ashton asks, and Luke nods. Ashton reaches over, clicks the light switch, and they’re plunged into darkness.

“Night,” Ashton says after a moment, and there’s a shuffling sound from his bed.

“Night,” Luke says, suddenly wide awake. He rolls onto his side and stares at the wall opposite him, willing the exhaustion that he’s felt all day to return. Even if he hadn’t slept, like, three fucking hours, he should be tired; it’s the middle of the night in Sydney.

He feels the time passing, times it by Ashton’s shuffling and Clifford’s even breathing and the noises from the street outside, and he’s sure it’s been at least an hour before there’s what sounds like Ashton flopping onto his back and sighing.

“Are you awake?” he whispers. Luke debates saying nothing, but knows if he evens his breathing out now it’s going to be pretty fucking obvious he wasn’t.

“Yeah,” he says, a little reluctantly.

“I can’t sleep,” Ashton says.

“Me either.” There’s a moment of silence, and then Ashton says-

“We could push the beds together?” Luke squeezes his eyes shut, and Ashton takes the silence as hesitation. “Just for tonight. We’d sleep much better, and we probably need it for tomorrow.”

“No,” Luke says. Civil is one thing, but spending an entire night pressed up against Ashton? That’s something else entirely.

“Luke, I-”

“Ashton, I said no.” Ashton’s silent for a moment, and then sighs.

“Okay,” he says, and it sounds a little small. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to, like. Push.” Luke inhales deeply, exhales heavily, and rolls onto his back, staring up at the ceiling.

“It’s fine,” he says.

Ashton says nothing, but Luke doesn’t hear his breathing even out until Luke himself falls into an uneasy, dreamless sleep, and when he wakes up in the morning, exhausted and grumpy, Ashton’s staring up at the ceiling again (or maybe still).

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vintagedolan · 4 years

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tell us about the boy I wanna know if I should go beat him up or not (if you want to, no pressure bby!)

hahaha okay listen I will give yall the full story buckle up its amazing and then its sad :) (this could literally be a fic it turned out so long holy shit)

so I worked at a summer camp last summer in austin texas (i’m from kentucky). which meant I moved into a lodge in the middle of the city with 25+ other young adults my age. I didn’t know anyone, had never even been to texas. but I start making friends, as I do.

one night I get back from dinner and these two boys are taking sporcle quizzes (sporcle is a website with specialized quizzes and shit). I decided to go over and help cause they didn’t know some of the answers, and we end up stayed up all night doing quizzes.

a few days from then, one of them (we’ll call him virginia boy) is like “hey, I had no idea you were that smart. do you wanna do more quizzes a shit sometime?” (nerdy as fuck, I know). so then we start doing logic puzzles, like every night, tucked away somewhere in the lodge where no one will bother us. then, we started playing cards, spades specifically, which requires a partner. we swore we were forever partners (never broke it, never teamed up with anyone other than him for the whole 3 months).

then he found out I’m decent at basketball, so I became the 8th player in the all boys four on four games, which meant we spent even more time together. we went outside every off day we had and shot around for hours. he didn’t have a car since he flew in from virginia, so at first he started just borrowing mine. but then we started doing shit together, like going to the grocery store or lunch. then we started going on adventures. hikes, museums, art galleries. got up early in the morning to spend the whole day together. and while we were working at camp we were always hanging out too. true best friends.

I had to go back home for a friends wedding for a few days, and he was texting me while I was gone, joking around saying he didn’t know what to do without me there, that he was having separation anxiety. when I got back he tackled me in the parking lot, told me I was never allowed to leave again

one day he convinced me that we should drive out to big bend national park. I expected him to suggest other people going with us, but he wanted it to be just us. so cue us, packing up the bare minimum and going on a 8 hour road trip. we got to the park at 1am, ran around the parking lot yelling about how bright the stars were.

we tried to sleep in the back of my car, but we couldn’t stop laughing. we were totally giddy, that stupid fun laughter when somebody swallows too loud or some shit. the second day we hiked 14 miles in 118 degree heat and almost DIED but when we got back we just laughed at how dumb we were, and how much fun we had. we played cards at sunset on the pavement. we laid on top of my car and watched the milkyway and the meteor shower that aligned with when we were there

the last day we hiked more, swam in our underwear in the rio grande, I had to piggyback carry him across the river cause he didn’t have the right shoes. i had never felt so free and spontaneous and fuckin seen. we had such good, deep conversations about life and trauma and emotions. I told him everything and he told me everything.

we drove back, and we were even more attached after that. I think I knew I was in love with him after we got back, and we ended up being co-counselors for the next session, meaning we had the same cabin and we were together 24/7 with our boys and it was the best week of the summer in terms of camp cause we just had so much fun.

one late night in the van he fell asleep on my shoulder, and I held his head when we went around turns or over bumps so he didn’t wake up (little did I know he was just pretending to be asleep and loved every minute of it). after that he said he was ‘claiming’ me for the night, which ended up with me sneaking down into the boys cabin where I was not supposed to be to watch a movie. and then the movie didn’t work, which turned into us cuddling and talking about everything and confessing feelings and writing words into each others skin.

I slept down there with him, and when we woke up he looked at me and said ‘kiss me, please’ so I did and he said “long overdue”. we had one last session of camp after that, so we were just anxiously awaiting the last few days off after the session ended.

we went on a few real dates in those days, tacos and ice cream and late night chats on the roof, staring at the city. two days before we had to leave I went down to his room to talk, and he had gotten into his head, decided he didn’t think long distance would be good for either of us. we had an honest conversation about it, and I managed to convince him to give it a try (or so I thought). and I promised him that if he didn’t want to do it once we gave it a shot that I would accept it.

the next day, he (unknown to me) went and tried to get advice from his friends and cried the whole time because he knew he was going to hurt me and he really didn’t want to.

later that day, he told me that it wasn’t going to work. we both sobbed for literal hours, because we both knew if we weren’t going our separate ways we would have never let it go. we ended up sort of hooking up that night (everything but actually fucking haha, first time for both of us) because that’s how we wanted our last night together to go, we’d both never been more comfortable with anyone else in our whole lives

when my alarm went off the next morning I woke up and cried, got up, packed up everything I had brought with me. he brought my car around to the front of the lodge, helped me pack.

we held each other for a minute, kissed each other goodbye, and that was the last time I saw him in person, almost a whole year ago now.

we still talk. we had to stop for a little while because it was too hard, too raw for both of us. we’re friends now. we skype every couple weeks, stay in touch. but as much as i try to convince myself that I don’t, im pretty sure I still love him, and I think that I always will.

#I half wrote this for myself lol #it felt good to get it all out again #literally felt like I was the main character in a movie for three months #and then it all got shredded #:)#so heres the story of the only boy i've ever loved #enjoy #about lynds #anon #ask

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crying-gay-tears · 4 years

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Brighter Than the Sun (3/?)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

ao3

A thunderstorm and existential thoughts keep the boys awake.

Chapter 3: Questioning

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Gon tossed in bed as a clap of thunder echoed in the air outside his dorm. It hadn’t woken him up--he hadn’t actually fallen asleep yet--but it was enough to shake the window in its frame. A few seconds later and his room was illuminated by a flash as lightning ripped across the sky. He counted in his head ‘1, 2, 3, 4, 5’... another thunderclap, another flash. Huh, so the storm was about a mile away then. He knew this was coming, the signs had been showing the last few days. Birds were flying low yesterday and there was a ring around the moon that night. He could smell it in the air as well. He was grateful it waited until Friday night to finally hit. It meant he could have a nice rainy Saturday indoors with no classes to interrupt. Another crack of thunder and lightning, and the rain finally started. He settled on his back and listened to the heavy pitter patter against the roof.

The room was dark aside from the dim blue light of the street lamp outside the window. It illuminated the rain flowing down the glass, casting fluid shadows that danced across the floor. He laid awake watching them, mind wandering.Usually when it stormed, it brought him a sense of calm and peace. On nights like these he slept like a rock; but for some reason, tonight he couldn’t seem to sleep at all. Maybe it was because this was his first stormy night spent away from Whale Island. He had definitely been feeling the differences that living in a city made in his daily life. Maybe he was a little homesick, and maybe the storm was just making that feeling grow.

He glanced up at the desk across the room. The bright red digits of his alarm clock glared back at him, letting him know it was well past 1am. Just as he moved to bury his face in his pillow, he heard a thud followed by some rustling on the other side of his bedroom door. Eager for a distraction from his own restlessness, he kicked his blanket aside and snuck out to the common room. He wasn’t sure what he expected to find, but Killua on the floor scrambling to scoop chips back into a bowl was not it.

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After about two hours of tossing and turning in bed, Killua found himself in the common room, rolled up in a blanket on the couch with a bowl of cheese puffs and a baking show playing on the tv.

He was having trouble sleeping, which wasn’t really new, per se, but the thoughts running through his mind and keeping him from sleep certainly were. Earlier that day was the first meeting for the GSA, and Gon convinced him to go. Not that it took too much effort, Killua had been curious about it weeks ago when Gon first mentioned it.

The meeting was a little over an hour long, and Killua was on edge for most of that hour. There were a bunch of people there, all of them seemed nice enough, but it was still a bit overwhelming. He wasn’t even sure if he should be there in the first place.

They all introduced themselves with their name, pronouns, and sexuality if they were comfortable sharing. Killua waited with baited breath until it was his turn, then he quickly declared “Killua, he/him” and turned to Gon to pass the spotlight, who was carefree and confident when he spoke. ”I’m Gon! I didn’t really know what pronouns were before now, but mine are he/him! And I don’t know what to say about my sexualty, I’m here to hopefully figure it out!”

Killua was amazed the whole time at how easily Gon fit into the group, like they’d all been friends for years. He was starting to learn that that’s just how Gon was. He was comfortable with everyone he met and he navigated life with a confidence that stemmed from his own optimism.

Killua spent most of the time quietly observing. The group leaders talked about what it felt like for them when they realized they were queer. A few told their coming out stories, some of acceptance and some of isolation. They talked about the spectrum of sexuality and what each letter in the acronym was. Killua, who had entered the meeting assuming he was just going to be an ally, left that afternoon with the burning letter Q in his mind.

Questioning. Something about that word felt so comfortable to him. It felt like a word he could sit with for a while. Under the umbrella of questioning, he had the space to think about all the new perspectives he received during the meeting.

He assumed he was just an ally, but when he heard about all the things you could be besides straight… Ally didn’t feel like it really fit. And that was because straight definitely didn't feel like fit him anymore. To be honest, looking back, he wasn’t sure if it ever really fit him in the first place. But straight was what he always was, wasn’t it? It was never really something that got talked about directly, but it was always assumed. He’d only ever been asked about girlfriends, or girl crushes growing up. He’d been called a lady’s man by his parents’ friends, and he was always told he’d make a nice young lady very happy one day. It started to feel like being straight was kind of...expected of him? He never realized there was any other way to be.

But as overwhelmed as he was with the suffocating straightness, he was equally overwhelmed by the world of queerness that he had no experience with.

Straight didn’t feel right--and that was scary in and of itself--but he also wasn’t ready to declare himself as gay or bi or pan or any of the other letters. He just… wasn’t sure yet. So he was Questioning.

And boy was he questioning.

Everything.

What did this mean? Would he have to come out to his family if he decided he was gay? Or bi? Should he tell them now that he was questioning? Or wait until he figured it out 100%? When would that happen?

He couldn’t imagine his family being too cool about it, not that they were cool about much to begin with. When did he start caring about what they think anyways? He’d gotten piercings, dyed and cut his hair, snuck out, and done pretty much anything to piss them off and free himself just a little bit. If being gay pissed them off, he shouldn’t care! But would he? Wait, when did he decide he was gay? He wasn’t! Was he?

His phone buzzing on the couch next to him snapped him out of his thoughts, and he jerked in surprise, sending his snack flying. He hissed as the bowl clattered onto the floor, spilling cheese puffs everywhere.

He was on his knees scooping them back into the bowl frantically with his hands when he heard a door creak open. Before he could react, Gon was standing over him, a strange smile on his face.

“Want some help?”

“Oh, no thanks I’ve got it.” He threw the last puff back into the bowl and dumped them all into the trash. “Sorry if the bowl dropping woke you up.”

“It’s okay, it didn’t wake me up, I couldn’t sleep anyways.”

“Did the storm scare you or something?”

“No, ” his brow was furrowed and his lips formed a small pout. “I usually sleep like well on stormy nights. I don’t know why I’m so awake right now. I was thinking maybe I’m homesick.”

“Ah” Killua flopped onto the couch, pouring more chips into the bowl.

“Is that why you’re awake? The storm scared you?”

He scoffed. “No, I just have a lot on my mind, I guess.”

“Can I join you?”

“Uh, yeah, sure”

He made room on the couch and Gon sat down next to him. When he started tugging at the blanket, Killua just stared in confusion. He kept tugging until, finally understanding, Killua pulled the blanket off of himself and spread it over the both of them. Gon scooted in closer and let out a contented sigh. Their arms and thighs were touching, and Killua was doing his best to remain calm. Were they supposed to be sitting this close? Gon was always kinda touchy feely, and Killua had never really had friends like this before, was this just what friends did? They were watching tv, that was normal. Was he just overthinking?

“So, what’s on your mind, Killua?”

He almost jumped out of his skin. “I..uh, what?”

“You said you had a lot on your mind, and if it was keeping you from sleep I thought you might wanna talk about it.”

“Oh, no... I’m okay, just thinking about school stuff, yknow, homework and whatever.”

Gon just chuckled in response.

“What’s so funny?” he huffed.

“Nothing, it’s just that you’re a terrible liar.”

Killua’s mouth fell open in surprise.

“I am not! I-”

“It’s okay, we don’t have to talk about whatever is bothering you.” He reached for another cheesepuff from the bowl in Killua’s lap. “It’s also okay if you’re scared of storms.” He smiled as he pushed the chip into his mouth.

“I’m not scared, Gon. Just couldn’t sleep. Seriously.”

“Okay, Killu, whatever you say. You know, storms used to scare me when I was younger. Mito-san always calmed me down with herbal tea and sometimes she’d sing to me. Did your parents ever do anything to help soothe you on stormy nights?”

“Well, no, not really. Not that storms ever scared me,” he side-eyed Gon, “but they’re not really the comforting type anyway so it wouldn’t matter anyway.”

“Oh?” Gon’s eyes were wide, not with judgement, but with genuine curiosity. “What are your parents like then? Tell me about them.”

Killua sighed. ”They weren’t really around much. Though I don’t think it’s because their jobs are super cool.“ Gon laughed and he pressed on.

“My dad is a criminal defense lawyer, just like his dad before him and his dad before him. My mom’s a criminal psychologist, so they make a great team. They both went to fancy colleges and come from rich families. All they really care about is maintaining social standing and images, and the family name, and of course money. They throw a lot of parties and dinners for clients and their colleagues, so I spent a ton of my life, including most holidays, stuffed into a stiff penguin suit with a fake smile speaking only when spoken to and never about what was actually on my mind.”

Gon frowned, his eyes were intense and urged him to continue.

“They’re only ever involved with my life when they’re trying to control it. I had to fight with them for months to let me go to a college so far from home. They wanted me to go to my father’s alma mater and get a law degree and eventually run the firm with my older brother,” he rolled his eyes. “But they’ve never once asked me what I want to do, or how I want to live.”

“What do you want to do?”

Killua blinked in surprise. “I, uh… well, I’m not really sure yet,” he dropped his head, staring at the bowl in his lap, “I really don’t know. But I want the freedom to figure it out for myself. Without their pressure or judgement.”

“That’s more than fair. You’re your own person, you should be able to make your own decisions!” Gon’s brow was furrowed, his mouth set in a tight line, clearly upset with what he’d just heard. Killua couldn’t help but smile; it was nice to have someone on his side for once.

“How did you get them to let you come here?”

“I told them if they didn’t let me pick where I went, I wouldn’t go at all.” A devious smile spread on his face at the memory of his mother crying and father standing stone faced with his arm crossed as he held up his acceptance letter.

Gon giggled. “What a power move! Were you being serious? Or bluffing?”

“Well, I just kinda went for it during an argument with them and then stuck to my guns when they pushed it further. I hadn’t really thought about whether or not they would actually agree to my terms. If they’d said no I guess I would’ve taken a year off or something to piss them off, and see if that changed their mind. Luckily, they went with it, and they’ve been pretty quiet since I left. I imagine when semester grades start coming out they’ll be calling. They’ll probably also be on my ass when they find out I haven’t declared a law major yet. Or any major for that matter.”

“You should take all the time you need! It’s okay to not have everything figured out just yet.”

Killua looked at Gon for a moment. His amber eyes were burning into him, full of care and concern. Killua felt so seen and it was...really nice, actually. His heartbeat speeding up was kind of annoying, though.

“Yeah, thanks. Hopefully I figure something out soon though, I think it’ll be easier to tell them I’m not pursuing law if I actually have an alternative to present them with.”

“That makes sense. I still think you should be able to take all the time you need to decide. It’s only fair.”

Killua swallowed nervously around the lump in his throat. Those words held so much weight. He certainly had a lot to think about and decide for himself, and not just what his major would be. Time sounded like exactly what he needed. “Thanks Gon.”

“Of course Killua! I’m your friend, and I support you, even if your parents don’t.” He smiled at Killua and then looked away, his face suddenly falling. “You know, it’s funny, you came to college to make your own life away from your parents, and I came to college to get closer to my dad and to shape my life to be like his. Makes me wonder if I'm doing the right thing. It hurt that he wasn't around and I guess that's why I want to follow in his footsteps. I just...I want it to be so great that I understand why it was worth leaving me.”

Killua had no idea what to say, but before he could figure it out, Gon was speaking again, his expression back to normal.

“You mentioned your brother, what’s he like? Is he supportive? Is he happy following in your father’s footsteps?”

He let out a bitter laugh. “Illumi does whatever he’s told, and he doesn’t complain. They like to bring him up a lot when I’m going against their wishes. He’s their perfect son, and life would be easier for all of us if I were more like him. He doesn’t support me or whatever, but to be fair, I don’t talk to him much, so he doesn’t really get the chance to anyway.”

“Is he your only sibling?”

“No, there’s actually five of us. Illumi, Milluki, Me, Kalluto, and Alluka.”

“Wow, that’s so many! I’m an only child, I always wanted siblings growing up.”

“Heh, that’s funny, growing up I always wanted to be an only child.” He laughed, Gon did too, though he looked a bit concerned.

“Alluka is really the only one I can talk to and spend time with.She still listens to mom and dad, she’s younger than me and still under their thumb, but she’s smart and down to earth. She sees through their bullshit and doesn’t buy into the life they push on us. Kalluto is up mom’s ass, and Illumi is up dad’s, and Milluki only cares about their money and his stupid tech start up. So it’s nice to not be alone against them, she always looks out for me, and I do the same for her.”

“I’m glad you have each other! I hate the thought of you all alone against your whole family. Even though I’m sure you could handle it, it’s nice to have someone on your side.”

Killua’s heart flipped in his chest. Ugh, why does that keep happening?

“Yeah, I’m glad we have each other too. I worry about her now that I’m so far away though. I know she can handle herself, but my parents are the worst, and I was always the buffer.”

Gon looked...angry? But he didn’t say anything immediately. He seemed to be mulling things over. “I don’t mean any offense, but your parents sound really mean.”

“I mean, they’re not nice by any stretch, but they don’t hit us or anything. Controlling and judgemental for sure, but it’s mostly cold indifference.”

Gon paused, turning his head to look directly into his eyes. Killua gulped.

“Just because your family didn’t give you much attention or show you kindness and affection, doesn’t mean you don’t deserve those things!” he emphasized his point by squeezing Killua’s hand under the blanket.

Killua’s cheeks were suddenly on fire, no doubt turning bright pink, and he was grateful the only light in the room was from the tv.

“Thanks, Gon.”

He didn’t have the nerve to squeeze back, he also didn’t quite expect the twinge of disappointment he felt when Gon let go of his hand.

After that, they fell into a comfortable silence, the storm was still raging on outside, the bowl of cheese puffs now laid discarded on the floor, and the baking show they’d been watching was entering the semi final. Gon let out a long yawn, stretching his limbs and leaning into Killua’s side.

His proximity fried his brain. He was trying his best to relax, but he felt stiff from head to toe with anxiety. It wasn’t that he didn’t want Gon close to him, it was just so new. When he felt Gon’s head fall onto his shoulder and rest there, he thought his heart was going to beat out of his chest. He was suddenly aware of his breathing and every move he made. He didn’t want to move or do anything to disturb Gon, so he decided the best course of action was to just relax. He focused on calming his breathing, and after a while his heartbeat was a little less frantic, and his body a little less tense.

He wasn’t used to this. Not just the cuddling, but the soft touches on his arm when they spoke sometimes, the hand on his shoulder when Gon was laughing extra hard, or the high fives and sometimes hugs when Gon was excited... It all felt so foreign. But still, as strange as it was to him, he couldn’t help but lean into it. Gon’s gravitational pull was seemingly inescapable.

In this moment, with Gon laying against him, head on his shoulder, it actually felt kind of... nice to be close to someone. He was warm and cozy as their body heat mingled under the blanket, and Gon was soft and solid against him. It was comforting in a way he’d never experienced, and couldn’t quite describe. When he actually let himself enjoy the affection instead of overthinking it, it felt pretty amazing. Without even realizing, he slowly began to let his guard down.

With Gon next to him he was actually distracted from his anxiety thoughts long enough for sleep to creep it’s way in. He felt so secure and comfortable, and it made him a little angry that he was falling asleep, he didn’t want this moment to end. When his eyelids started to feel heavy he knew he couldn’t fight it anymore.

He whispered, “Gon, I’m getting pretty tired, I think I’m gonna head to bed.”

No response.

He tried a little louder this time, “Gon?”

Nothing.

He slowly craned his neck to the side and saw that Gon’s face was slack, and his eyes were closed. He was asleep. His first thought was to gently wake him up so they could head their separate ways and go to bed. But when he tried to move, he just didn’t have it in him. His second thought was that maybe it would be okay to just let himself fall asleep. To let himself fall into the warmth and comfort of the moment, and to let his head gently rest against Gon’s as he drifted to sleep. And so he did.

#brighter than the sun #mine #killugon #gonkillu #killua #gon #killua zoldyck #gon freeccs #hxh #hunter x hunter #hunterxhunter #killugon fic #killugon fanfic

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langdvnshepherd · 5 years

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Midnight City (Duncan Shepherd x fem!Reader)

Word Count: 1.7k

Anonymous asked: dad!duncan trying to put his newborn asleep but bub won’t stop crying no matter how hard their momma and dad try so duncan just puts baby and momma in the car and drives around the city for a bit until bub (and momma) falls asleep. baby stops crying and all you can hear is music playing softly, duncan looks at his wife and bub asleep and gets all mushy :))

A/N: I was just going to leave this under the ask, but I clearly got carried away. This made me so soft and if you couldn’t already tell I love dad!Duncan with my whole heart. Let me know what you think, and please send in more requests! I’m having so much fun working on them all.

Duncan didn’t want to. He really didn’t. He prided himself on being independent from her, especially after everything she’d put him through. However, right now, he was desperate. He’d do just about anything if it meant he could have just one moment of solitude in the prestigious, oversized, borderline mansion he had called home for the past few years. His fingers hovered over the ‘Send’ button on his cell phone, in denial at who he was about to call for advice, parenting advice at that.

“Hello? Hello? Mom?” Duncan yapped into the speaker, speaking a little louder than what Annette thought was necessary, but then again she hadn’t been exposed to the deafening, heartbreaking wails of her newborn granddaughter for two consecutive hours like you and Duncan had.

You laid in yours and Duncan’s bed, hopelessly rocking and swaying and patting your daughter’s fragile spine, but she wouldn’t let up. She’d been screaming like she was in pain for hours now, and both you and Duncan had tried everything in the book to soothe her, but her bawling persisted. You fought back frustrated tears of your own, feeling like shit over not being able to make your own daughter stop crying.

“Yea, we just changed her.”

“No, she doesn’t have a fever. We’ve been checking every twenty minutes”

“She ate right before she started crying. There’s no way she’s hungry.”

Duncan’s voice battled to be heard against your daughter’s as Annette ran him down her mental checklist of what could possibly be wrong with your sweet baby girl. He was pacing the room at the foot of the bed, anxiously running his fingers through the dirty blonde curls that currently laid flat against his head. He had been stressed out because of his workload plenty of times, but this was a new level of worry that consumed every nerve ending in his body. Not only was he beyond hysterical over the fact that he had yet to have one, solid second of silence, but each cry from his daughter that pierced through the walls of his bedroom was another stab wound to his gut. He was absolutely heartbroken that nothing he did could cease her sobbing. Although he knew he it was a bit dramatic to be jumping the gun like this, he felt like a failure of a father already.

“What? That’s the dumbest shit I’ve ever heard.”

“It did?”

“Uh, okay. Guess it’s worth a shot.”

“I’ll let you know if it works.”

“Yeah, love you too.”

“Bye.”

Duncan turned to face you after he hung up with his mother.

“She said we should put her in the car. Drive her around a bit and see if she falls asleep,” he said while shrugging his shoulders and throwing his hands up in the air as if he already knew the idea was a bad one, but it was his last chance at getting any kind of sleep tonight.

“Why would that put her to sleep? you asked through a strained voice, rubbing your bloodshot eyes with your fingers, trying to stay sane.

“I have no idea. Annette said it worked with me when I was a baby, so...”

“Well, neither of us seem to have a better idea. Fuck it.”

You placed your howling daughter in the crib that rested beside your own, suddenly feeling like you were abandoning her and leaving her to wallow in her own despair even though you only sat her down so you could slide on your shoes and throw a sweatshirt on over the ratty t-shirt you hadn’t changed out of in two days.

Duncan raced downstairs to start the car, then raced back upstairs with the fancy, over-the-top baby carrier that you'd only used once before to take her home from the hospital. Whilst you were tying your hair up in the vanity mirror across from your bed, he picked her up from her crib and began bouncing her absentmindedly. He pressed tiny kisses to the side of her head in one final attempt to soothe her before he fastened her safely into the car seat that had to be adjusted in the hospital to accommodate her small size.

Her crying sounded even worse in the car. The confines of Duncan’s Audi, while sizeable compared to other vehicles, were much smaller than the four walls of your bedroom, meaning her shrills sounded three times as loud as it rattled through the leather interior, and through your last thread of sanity. Just before pulling out of your driveway, Duncan reached for your hand, his thumb automatically beginning to stroke yours the second they laced together. It was his silent way of reassuring both you and himself that everything was going to be okay. Even if that seemed like the furthest thing from the truth

“I hope to god this works,” he huffed before peeling out of the driveway and onto the busy streets of Washington DC.

And it did. Before you even left the gates of your private neighborhood, she had conked out. Her wails became simple cries, and her cries died down to blubbery whimpers. And then silence. The stream of tears that spilled for hours from her eyes that looked just like Duncan’s, but only one shade darker, had dried. Her tiny fists that had been tensed up from the continuous strain of discomfort had relaxed, they now rested folded up near her face, something you noticed she always did when she slept.

Duncan opted to keep driving. He’d barely been anywhere besides CVS at midnight since the baby was born, rushing out the door after you’d realized you were out of something for the baby or needed more coffee to keep you awake the next morning. And you’d been nowhere at all, too preoccupied with caring for your daughter to be granted the pleasure of seeing the city beyond the skyline that was visible from the balcony connected to your bedroom.

You navigated your way through the streets of downtown, watching the lights of each skyscraper whiz by as Duncan continued up the block. The two of you made small talk, referencing to the landmarks in the city that marked important milestones of your relationship with each other: the restaurant where you’d had your first date, the exact bench in the park where you’d meet for coffee on your lunch breaks at your old job, the street corner where you’d jumped out of Duncan’s car in a fit of rage, the start of the first but certainly not last rough patch in your relationship.

You even passed Duncan’s old apartment complex, where you’d argue was where your love blossomed. It was where you’d first kissed him, on the couch after too many glasses of wine. Where you’d first made love to each other, in the cool sheets of Duncan’s king-size bed that you swore to this day you’d never found anything as cozy. It was where you’d held Duncan for hours and hours when he called you over at 1am with the earth-shattering news that his mother wasn’t actually his mother. Where you’d first said “I love you” to each other after making up from a deafening argument you thought was the end.

The high-rise, steel building held a file folder full of memories of the two of you that was bursting at the seams, and a part of you often missed little things about it like the comfort of the leather sofa that you’d spent many nights cuddled into Duncan’s side on or crying into his shoulder or the small breakfast nook in his kitchen that overlooked the White House garden, but the house you moved into with Duncan after marrying him meant so much more. It was a symbol of all of the hard work that went into building up your relationship after years and years of testing its strength. It was where you’d grow old together. Where your daughter, and however many blue-eyed and curly-headed children you’d be blessed with in the future, would grow up. It was home.

You began to see why your daughter had dozed off so quickly. The consistent rattle of the car and the occasional sound of the city rocked you in a way, pulled you from consciousness and wrapped you lovingly in the arms of sleep. It had been weeks since you’d slept properly, but even with your head pressed against the uncomfortable car door that would definitely give you a crick in your neck, you’d never felt more at ease.

Duncan still held onto your hand as he drove, relishing the warmth that radiated from your palm and the burst of light that pierced through the windshield each time a street lamp cast its beams on the wedding band resting comfortably on your ring finger. He recalled the weeks it had taken him to pick it out. He swore to this day that the premature wrinkle he had on his forehead was caused by the very incident. Everything had to be perfect. The ring, the dinner, the dress, the monologue. And it was, despite knowing you’d be just as happy with him asking you over delivery pizza and a shitty horror movie. You deserved the best, because he was convinced no one in the world could or ever would love and take care of him the way you did.

As Duncan circled the roundabout that would lead you back to the house, he couldn’t help but feel another wave of relief. He’d been feeling them quite often in the past year. When you told him you were pregnant, when you’d fall asleep next to him with your soft, round belly pressing against his own, when he’d first held his daughter just seconds after you’d pushed her out, when he looked over your shoulder astonishingly as you breastfed for the first time.

It was all coming together now, despite spending his early twenties convinced he’d be a permanent bachelor, banished from having longterm, meaningful relationships and left to use one night stands and whiskey as a replacement. He had a successful business, his own house, a wife whom he loved with every fiber of his being, and now daughter that made his heart soar in places he never thought possible. Even when she screamed ceaselessly into the early hours of the morning.

This was his life now, and he couldn’t have asked for anything better.

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sincerelybillie · 5 years

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“oh, you must be so proud”

i pulled into the promenade towers’ parking garage, using the time until the parking attendant walked over to me, to engage in a staring contest with a woman who very critically wondered what i was doing in her neck of the woods. she was sitting with a man at a table outside of the cafe of the shopping center that was connected to the complex. they were wearing matching tennis outfits.

“if only she knew what her boyfriend was doing in the neck of my woods,” spoke Garnet, a specter that sometimes rides shotgun with me. i lost the staring contest by turning to look at her.

“the guy sitting across from her?” i looked again to see that the woman had turned to him. she aggressively flipped her blonde hair over one shoulder and crossed her arms, as he retreated into his seat. Garnet nodded. i placed my forehead on the steering wheel. “fuck...”

when i sat back up, the parking attendant was smiling at me, asking with his eyes, “long day?” i greeted him, in a manner that a polite and normal person would. the gate lifted, i somehow crammed my large sports car into my narrow parking spot, and Garnet and i walked up to my studio.

the leasing agent greeted us, me with a warm smile, and i noticed her with who i assumed to be a new tenant heading towards the same elevator as me. i decided then to take the stairs, but seeing as how i lived on the 14th floor and Garnet was already yanking me to the elevator, i inevitably ended up with the three of them. the tenant was a man about my height, who looked to be in his early 30′s but carried the sadness of someone who lived much longer and failed to fill it with things that made him happy. but whatever he spent that time doing, it afforded him this place.

the leasing agent, Theresa, introduced us, and i wish she hadn’t. his name was Frank Gennaro, he was moving in today after living on the east coast his whole life, and he was single. Garnet perked up and looked at me, and i pretended not to notice her, which was important. because normal people weren’t supposed to notice her.

as we ascended stories, i began to worry Frank was going to be occupying the vacant studio on my floor, the one i shared a wall with.

Theresa does this thing where she likes to double as a matchmaker so her workday can involve something other than telling people about the unreasonable fees that make living here unattainable for the average american.

“if there’s anything i haven’t shown you or told you or answered questions about, i’m sure this wonderful lady here can help you,” Theresa said, rubbing my arm affectionately. i forced an uncomfortable smile, trying to make it look like the kind a wonderful lady would give someone. i got out first when the elevator dinged. i winced when i realized Theresa was, in fact, unlocking the apartment next door. i heard a whoosh sound and already knew Garnet was gone. the door locked behind them, and i sighed, entering my place.

i walked to the edge of my less-than-400 square foot studio and stepped into my solarium, watching the afternoon ubers and commuters and metro buses below. every time i’m up here, it feels like i’m levitating above the city. if i was more of a classist, it might actually make me feel like i’m better than everyone down there, better than the girl who was giving me death glare even though Garnet slept with her boyfriend and didn’t let me know.

speaking of the devil, just a moment later, she phased through the wall and rushed up behind me, startling me. she laughed, knowing i had plenty of thoughts of the window somehow shattering and me plummeting to my death from the 14-story fall. i know Garnet had compulsive thoughts about pushing me, too.

“he’s definitely single,” Garnet confirmed, not that i was curious. i checked my phone, noticing a missed call from my dad. he probably wanted me to meet some relatives for dinner in la habra, mention my degree or job or the things he can find it in his heart to be proud of me for. i texted him an apology and said i wasn’t feeling well.

and it wasn’t a lie. i hadn’t been feeling well for awhile. Garnet had become tangible, started body snatching, and even killing people. i couldn’t really go anywhere without her, and it was hard to explain my current living situation without delving into the madness of it all. but maybe my dad could finally brag to people that i got into stanford, as long as he omitted it was the psychiatric hospital.

it might also be hard to explain that my “savings account money” that allowed me to apply for the promenade without a guarantor was money Garnet phased into a federal bank for. and i, in true cliche scandal form, got the highest paying entry level job one could find in this industry, through blackmail via information that Garnet retrieved. and that since the new year began, i don’t remember the people i have slept with or that i have slept with them because Garnet only tells me weeks after it happens because she gets a twisted kick out of watching me bump into my, her hook ups.

Garnet was a curse, but she got other people’s parents to tell my father, “oh, you must be so proud” in regards to me. so, in a way, i was indebted to her, even if i didn’t ask for or agree with the ways she showed up in my life. she was supportive and destructive at the same time, so it was hard to really figure out how i felt about her. the same can be said about many parents.

that night, i decided to clear my head and go to the jacuzzi by the south tower because it was the less popular one and therefore the one where i could have more time and space to myself. it was only less popular because the Rich Old Business Men lived in many of the south tower condos, and most young tenants know not to go to their jacuzzi at night, lest we want an uncomfortable encounter with someone who is more than likely a registered Republican.

i took my chances because i wanted to be alone and it was 1am on a tuesday night, so the Rich Old Business Men were probably too sleepy to sexually assault a neighbour. this was naive, and as if i wouldn’t already be forced to assume responsibility for the actions of a repulsive, entitled but ultimately powerful magnate...i would be actually a little at fault for what happened tonight.

i don’t really wear bikinis out in public because it’s out of character and style for me. i typically dress like a 19 year old boy. a 19 year old boy interning at a late night talk show if i’m being business casual. when i do wear them, people come to the realization that i have long legs and tits, parts of me other people have always liked more than i ever got to.

i sank into the jacuzzi’s bubbling water, needing my muscles to relax after a long day at work and dealing with the awkward aftermaths of anything Garnet had been a part of. but i would be lying if i said my body’s tension wasn’t partially caused by the fact that i saw the sliding doors of the fitness center open and a mysterious-looking man step outside. he began walking alongside the pool, towards me. i wanted to hide, like an alligator in swamp waters, only i felt less like the predator and more like the prey. i didn’t know if i would be able to do anything if the man was to suddenly join me in the hot tub, if i was already this scared from this far away. the offense was more Garnet’s speed. and the one time i think i actually needed her, she was nowhere to be found.

the man came closer, and underneath the light, i finally saw that it was Frank.

“hey,” he greeted.

“hi,” i said, slowly lifting my body back up. i noticed his large gym bag, dangling from his right hand. in an attempt to move the conversation to its cordial end, i told him, “you know, everyone gets their own locker in the fitness center, so you don’t have to lug your gym stuff back and forth from your apartment.” i gestured back to the center.

“i know,” he said, placing the bag down. my heart started racing to keep up with the thoughts rushing to my head, that something bad was about to happen to me. i noticed him staring at my chest, and if i retreated back into the water, he’d know he scared me. if i got out and ran, that only said it louder. he reached into his bag.

“what are you -” i began to ask, but felt too paralyzed to finish because did i even want to know? was he actually going to tell me, “i’m just gonna reach into my bag and grab the thing i’m going to kill you with. i mean, look at me, i’m obviously too sad to care about the consequences. and your death might make me feel like i had control over something in my life.” no, he wasn’t going to say that.

i sat up abruptly, as he held a type of flashlight at me and pointed it at my chest. i flinched, blinded by the brightness and looked down, squinting at whatever he was pointing at.

there was a massive hole in my sternum. i looked up, horrified and confused. i began breathing heavily, scooting back into my corner of the jacuzzi and scrambling up and out of it.

“what the fuck is that?! what did you do?!”

Frank turned the light off, placed it back in his bag, and pulled out a small cylindrical container i can only describe as something you’d see in Ghostbusters. it looked like the vacuum cartridge to suck ghosts into, which was fitting, because as Frank rotated the container, i saw a gaseous, flailing, inaudibly screaming Garnet inside.

i looked up at Frank, reaching for my towel and my grip on reality, which was already a bit fuzzy, considering Garnet had been a part of it. and now, Ghost Hunter Frank was, too. he placed the container back in his bag and stood up. i did, too. this lighting really didn’t help his whole dark eye circles, pale skin and freckles combination situation. he looked, quite literally, like he had just seen a ghost.

“i can explain everything to you tomorrow. meet me at the cafe at 10,” he said, before walking away, with both a calmness and an exhaustion i have never seen.

i stood in my towel, calling after him, angry that he got to see me in two of the most vulnerable states i could be found in, “what the fuck am i supposed to do now?”

he stopped and turned around. i tried to hold my anger, but i was definitely intimidated.

“get some sleep. i imagine you haven’t been able to do that for awhile now.”

Garnet orchestrated some intense dreams and messed with the thermostat in the middle of the night enough times for me to easily agree that Frank’s statement was true. i haven’t slept properly in ages. but it was the first time in awhile that i was going to go to bed without her presence.

and ironically, the thought of her absence and what i just saw and questions about Frank had kept me up all night. i rolled over in bed all night, occasionally glancing at the solarium, seeing more lights turn off in the apartment buildings across the street. i watched the sun come up.

when 10am rolled around, so did i, turning the corner to the cafe when and where we said we would meet. Garnet still apparently haunted me because i walked right into the chest of that blonde woman’s boyfriend.

“hey!” he said, annoyed at first and then adjusting his facial expression when he noticed it was me. “hey...” he said again, and then once more when he asked if we could talk.

“i can’t, i’m actually meeting someone,” i said, conveniently being able to gesture at Frank, who was watching us from the same table the matching tennis outfit couple had been at just yesterday.

he looked back at Frank and chuckled resentfully when he turned to face me again. “yeah? and you’re gonna fuck around with him, too?” he asked, his demeanor suddenly shifting back to irritation. i paused.

what the fuck. he was just as guilty as, if not more than, me, Garnet for cheating on his girlfriend. i didn’t know who he was, much less that he had an uppity, classist, racist girlfriend who thinks every person of colour at the promenade is “the help” and treats the actual staff at the complex even worse.

from what i’ve seen, she was a bad emotional investment to begin with and if he wanted to be with someone else (or just not her), he should have had the decency to break up with her. Garnet might’ve known he wasn’t single, but i wasn’t responsible for his relationship. or Garnet. and that was especially true because she was locked away in a goddamn vacuum sealed container and i was still processing that.

so, “fuck you, man”, i said, and walked over to Frank.

annoyed by the double standards of my previous male encounter, my hostile energy translated to my interaction with Frank. “where’s Garnet?” i asked with tautness, suddenly feeling protective of her. so what if she was selfish, reckless, and mean? she was still a person. or at least, she was once. right? what are the laws or ethics around holding captive someone who disobeys the laws of physics...

“she’s still where she was the last time you saw her,” he said. “do you want coffee?”

he was speaking so calmly. like, this was casual conversation had between endearing neighbours. “i need answers,” i said, growing agitated. “what was that last night?”

the boyfriend walked past as i asked that and i felt his rays of slut-shaming shooting at me. and speaking of rays, there was that light Frank had shined on me that looked like i got vaporized. “and now, there’s a giant fucking hole in my chest?”

“that’s what happens when you fuck around with people who are taken,” muttered the blonde woman, who had apparently been meeting up with her man just one table over. no matching outfits this time.

“eavesdropping? really? are either of you capable of actually focusing on your own relationship?” i snapped.

“hey,” Frank whispered, trying to lasso my attention and temper.

“what was your plan just two minutes ago?” i asked the boyfriend. “to chat with me real quick about how you can’t stop thinking about that night before patching things up with your girlfriend who, by the way, has a lot of misdirected rage?” they didn’t say anything, and i turned back to face Frank, who was looking down, either embarrassed for me or by me.

“oh, shut up,” i told him. he shook his head.

“i didn’t say anything.”

“you’re not saying anything helpful at all,” i argued.

“that’s because you barely let me get a word in,” he said, sternly. i exhaled.

“i didn’t do anything. all of the bad shit that gets associated with me, the guy and his girlfriend and the whole fucking around thing. that wasn’t me. it was Garnet, and -”

“i know. i know it’s not you, but it’s...kind of you.” he cleared his throat, lowering his voice. “i know you might think Garnet is just some ghost who picked you for some reason to be the subject or vehicle of all of her mayhem, but she’s more than that.”

“what do you mean?”

“she’s a manifestation of every negative thought you’ve had, every impulse you wanted to act on. it’s really rare for them to have real-life consequences of this magnitude, much less actually appear in tangible or intangible form whenever they want. but that’s where i come in.”

“...as a ghostbuster?”

“as an exterminator. think of Garnet as an infestation of bad thoughts. she’s a part of you, but a part of you that has gotten stronger with your built up resentment or anger. you have to remove her, like a tumor before she eventually kills the host and takes over completely. like, when termites start weakening the foundation of a home -”

“i get the metaphor,” i interrupted, taken aback by the information and how quickly and how much Frank suddenly started talking.

“but that’s what the hole is; the stronger she gets, the closer she becomes to having a permanent physical form, while you start dissolving.”

i sat back, exhaling deeply. after a moment, i asked, “so, you really moved in next to me just to to catch her? how did you know she was here?”

“actually, that was a wild coincidence. i retired and moved out here as a getaway, maybe do freelance engineering work, but i forgot i didn’t uninstall the software on my watch that detects paranormal energy. when you got in the elevator, i had gotten an alert. and then i got another one when Theresa was in my apartment.”

“i think the most unbelievable part of that story is that anyone could possibly retire in their 30′s...”

“i’m 47,” he corrected me. “but thank you.”

“being able to retire at 47 is still unrealistic,” i said, diverting my own attention from his appearance and accidentally flattering it.

“i was the only one doing this work in my area for a long time, so the demand got kind of crazy and when you’re the best bet to call every single time -”

"you must be so proud,” i teased at his humble-brag, attempting to stifle my own heightening panic. Frank sighed as well, sounding a different kind of exhausted. “so, why didn’t you think Theresa was the source of the paranormal whatever, if your watch beeped whenever you were around her?” i asked.

“if it was Theresa, then she’s the physical manifestation of kindness and hospitality. i mean, if there’s a ghost running around helping people...i don’t feel the need to intervene. Garnet’s energy was volatile...dangerous. if you let her get any worse, she could do some serious damage.”

i wanted to defend myself and say i wasn’t “letting” her do anything, but she had shoved a man off a cliff this past summer and when the local news station reported it as a whitewater rafting accident, she was laughing at the tv screen. like she was proud of herself for getting away with it and mocking the reporters for not being as smart as her. and i didn’t even scold her. i wanted to believe that maybe the guy was awful in his own way, so the scales were balanced. and maybe that reaction made me just as horrible as Garnet. Garnet had been an out-of-control beast of a child that i didn’t even try to discipline because a part of me felt like everything she did was sort of justified. if she came from me, from the worst parts of me, that were angry and hurt, i understood her. and in a way, i was grieving the loss of her. i had even been a little jealous of her for getting to exist on her own terms. she got to act on everything that she felt in ways i couldn’t and didn’t.

i wanted to see her as a robin hood, but maybe i was idealizing a monster because it was easier than actually growing up and being accountable for my own responses to all the pain in my life.

Frank caught me deep in thought, puncturing the space between us with a “are you going to be okay?”

“i don’t know,” i said after a moment. and it might have been the most honest thing i had said in years.

TEN YEARS LATER

Faith’s kindergarten teacher opens the door at dismissal, and kids shuffle over to their parents and/or guardians. mine toddles over with her unicorn backpack, face full of freckles, and bouncy curls. she’s the most precious thing i’ve ever seen in my entire life, and i feel this way every time i look at her. just before i hold my hand out to grab hers, her teacher turns to me.

“oh, Mrs. Gennaro!” she chirps, and i match her energy.

“hiiiii,” i respond.

“i just wanted to say you know, that Faith was such a great helper today! i really appreciate how eager she is to make sure the classroom is organized.”

“oh, well, that’s great to hear,” i laugh. “she’s really meticulous about things being in order at home, too, actually. makes life a lot easier for me.” her teacher’s smile dissolved slightly.

“oh, you must be so proud. and well, i actually wanted to discuss that a little more with you if you ever have time.”

“what do you mean? is something wrong?” i asked. the teacher was intermittently saying goodbye to other students and the people picking them up while trying to pacify my increasing impatience. finally, when they all left (and by now, Faith was waiting for me at the swings), the teacher looked at me with the concern only an educator who is about to suggest counseling possesses.

“Faith’s attention to detail is definitely a strong suit, but she is exhibiting behaviour that can be symptomatic of obsessive compulsive disorder,” she told me.

“you’re saying my kid has OCD?” i asked, crossing my arms at her bold suggestion. “just because a five year old is more organized than most adults does not mean something’s going on with her head and we can start throwing around psychological evaluations.”

“i’m not diagnosing her by any means, but i do double as the school’s therapist and i do know the signs. she is very particular about the way she wants things placed or the order art materials and books are in. she counts the steps from the playground to her carpet square. and if it’s not to her liking, she lashes out or repeats things and moves things around. and if someone gets in her way or rushes her, she has started screaming at them. i’m worried it will impact her ability to be around other students and focus in class.”

most kids want things done their way and will throw a fit every now and then, nobody’s perfect. i didn’t spoil her and nobody yelled in our household, so wherever she picked it up was either A. from some other child at the school who figured out screaming equals appeasement served up by weak and/or tired adults or B. it was normal childlike behaviour that shouldn’t be read into so much.

as i was thinking this, i looked again at Faith while she swung on the swingset, kicking her feet up in the air and giggling, alongside another girl. i hadn’t noticed the other student before, but she looked remarkably familiar. Faith waved at me, and i waved back smiling. the other girl joined, continuing to wave even after Faith put her hand down.

“well, she seems to be getting along just fine with her friend,” i noted. the teacher looked over to the playground and back at me, puzzled by my statement. i followed her eyes and saw Faith swinging alone.

“nevertheless, call me if you’d ever like to discuss how we can both best support her in class,” her teacher offered, probably deciding i needed counseling, too, or something more intensive. i called Faith over, and as we headed to the car, my heart dropped.

“i call shotgun,” spoke Garnet, already sitting in the front passenger seat. behind her, in a levitating booster seat was the girl i had seen swinging next to Faith just moments ago.

i pulled out my phone to call Frank, but my hands were trembling. i dropped my phone because i was shaking so hard. Faith picked it up.

“there’s lots of calls from Daddy,” she told me. i looked at my phone and saw four missed calls and about a bunch of text messages.

“Call me back, EMERGENCY”

“Storage unit got broken into, someone has the container”

“CALL ME BACK”

“DO NOT COME HOME, MEET ME AT MY OFFICE WHEN YOU PICK UP FAITH”

“ARE YOU OKAY? DO YOU HAVE FAITH?”

“COME TO MY OFFICE ASAP”

Garnet smirked at me as i read Frank’s texts. “well? do you have faith?” she asked, and i could see her holding her in her corny laughter. time (and the vacuum sealed container) hadn’t been kind to her. her makeup was smudged, her lips were chapped, and she had lost a lot of (metaphysical) weight.

“Mommy?” Faith asked, as i stared into the backseat of the car. the other girl had started inaudibly screaming from inside, bashing her head against the window and swinging her hands around violently, her tiny fists thudding against the glass. i gasped, stepping back and felt Faith tugging on my shirt, getting scared as well. “who is that?”

“you can see them?” i asked.

“that girl’s in my class. and that’s her mom. she said she was your old friend.” i swallowed the knot in my throat. “are we giving them a ride?”

“no,” i answered.

“why is she acting like that?” Faith asked, as the other girl only got more violent, rabid almost.

“i don’t know. we need to get to your father.”

Garnet appeared next to me, holding the hand of her own daughter, who had suddenly calmed down.

“race you there,” she challenged. “your kid seems smart.” i looked down at Faith, gripping her hand tighter and making sure she was still there, still mine, still safe. “you must be so proud,” Garnet whispered before disappearing.

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authorbarbie · 6 years

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10 Ways to Say ‘I Love You’

Summary: There’s more than one way to say ‘I love you’. You just have to be paying attention. (TW: Blood)

One

After two long weeks, the mission was complete.

Although it had consisted of countless sleepless nights and the occasional bout of bickering due to tiredness and overall frustration, you felt relief that it was finally over. The final fight had ended considerably well, with both you and Steve only receiving a few scratches and bruises by the end.

Despite your success, however, you were exhausted. Over the last few days, you estimated that you had probably slept for around 8 hours at most, and it was starting to take its toll.

Sighing, you kept one hand on the wheel and used the other to rub your bleary eyes while the tiredness practically seeped into your veins. The clock on the car dashboard told you it was currently 1:32AM and the radio that was down low was playing a song that you felt would lull you to sleep at any moment.

When you had initially arrived in Moscow for the mission, both you and Steve had made the decision to hide the quinjet - somewhere nobody would be able to find it - until you were ready to use it again. Unfortunately, Steve had chosen a spot that was so well hidden that it required a 3-hour drive from where you had been living during your stay in the capital city. You were currently on hour two and cursing past-Steve for his choices.

Speaking of Steve, he was currently sitting - more like slouching - in the passenger seat next to you with dark circles under his eyes. The man had stubbornly refused to sleep until you did, insisting that the serum meant he didn’t get tired as quickly as others. While you supposed that might have been true, you knew he would still need to rest soon.

You were broken out of your thoughts then when the car suddenly fell silent as Steve switched off the radio. Your eyes fell to him with a questioning look before you quickly looked back to the empty road ahead.

“Pull over. Let me drive for a while,” he said.

“I’m fine -”

“You’re exhausted,” Steve smiled tiredly at your stubbornness. “We still have at least two hours until we reach the quinjet. Let me get us there.”

A moment passed as you thought about his offer and with a sigh, you found yourself stopping at the side of the road and hauling yourself out of the car to switch seats with Steve, who proudly took his new place in the driver’s seat and started the car once more.

Curling up in the passenger seat, you quietly thanked Steve before closing your eyes and letting your head rest against the window, the gentle humming of the car as Steve drove proving to be a good lullaby.

Two

Your heels clicked as the group made their way back to the tower. None of you had planned on walking home but once Tony had gotten you all kicked out of the cab with his obnoxious drunk singing, the team decided to finish the journey on foot.

The cold bit through your thin shirt and you thanked whatever deities were out there that you had thought to wear jeans that night instead of a skirt. Nevertheless, you were still freezing and swore you were beginning to lose sensation in the tips of your fingers.

“I told you to bring a jacket,” Clint said smugly when he saw your attempts to warm yourself up.

“Shut up, Barton,” you frowned, flicking his ear as he walked by and smiling at the pained noise that left his lips.

“Nat, she hurt me!” Clint whined to the redhead who only rolled her eyes in amusement.

“You kinda deserved it,” Bucky chimed in from his spot on your left. Bucky, who had thought ahead and was currently wrapped up in a nice, warm coat. Stupid, smart Bucky.

Just as you found yourself beginning to glare unnecessarily at all of your friends for being all warm and toasty, you felt something knock into your right arm. Frowning, you turned to see Steve who had just finished shedding his jacket and was holding it out to you with an expectant look.

“Take my jacket,” he explained. “You’re cold.”

Almost immediately, you began to shake your head and refute his claims, but it seemed Steve had anticipated this. Ignoring your refusal, he simply reached around and placed his jacket snugly over your shoulders. Instantly, you felt your body begin to warm up and you couldn’t help but let out a relieved sigh which caused both Steve and Bucky (who had been watching the exchange) to chuckle.

“A true gentleman,” Bucky teased, causing your cheeks to redden as you continued to walk.

You patiently waited until Steve had looked away to give Bucky a small pinch on the arm for his joke.

Three

Pain. That was the first thing that registered with you when your eyes fluttered open. The next thing was that your arms and legs were both bound to a table with tight, leather straps and no matter how hard you struggled, they wouldn’t budge. The third was that there was a red symbol painted onto the wall opposite you.

The large skull with protruding tentacles was practically taunting you as you lay there, helpless. Of course it’s Hydra, you thought. Evil bastards.

Just as you had laid your head back on the table and tried to calm your racing heart, the door opened up and approaching footsteps were heard. Quickly, you closed your eyes in an attempt to feign sleep, but your attempts were in vain.

“I know you’re awake,” said a familiar voice.

You frowned. What was she doing here?

“Open your eyes,” she ordered, running her fingers over a selection of weapons that lay on a small table behind your head and choosing her favourite. “You don’t wanna miss the show.”

You did as you were told, albeit unwillingly. A curtain of red hair had fallen around the woman’s face and for a moment, you thought you had made a mistake… but then those sharp eyes turned to stare down at you and you found yourself whimpering involuntarily. The soft green gaze that used to look at you with such fondness was gone and instead, something much darker and much more evil lay beneath.

“Nat,” you whined as she moved closer. “What are you doing?”

“My job. You understand, don’t you?” she replied simply, taking her chosen knife and letting the point lightly graze your thigh as she toyed with her prey. “Hail Hydra.” Without warning, the knife was plunged into your flesh.

You woke with a start, sweat pouring down your skin as you frantically tried to catch your breath while tears formed in your eyes. Your heart was pounding against your rib cage while you ripped the blankets off of your body and searched, panic-stricken, for the wound that was sure to be covering your bed with blood… yet you found nothing.

Fumbling in the darkness, you switched on the lamp that sat on the cabinet next to your bed and blinked rapidly as your eyes adjusted to the light. Your eyes fell to your thigh once again but instead of a fresh wound, all you saw was a thick white scar you had gained a month previously. You really had been captured by Hydra but, of course, it wasn’t Natasha who had been inflicting the pain upon you. Despite this, ever since you had been freed by the team, you had been having nightmares about the events; the torturer in your night terrors being replaced each time with a different friendly face - Natasha wielding a knife, Wanda using her powers to dig deep into your brain, Bucky’s metal arm wrapped tight around your throat as he squeezed and squeezed…

You jumped as a knock sounded at the door to your room and you found yourself not wanting to answer. Taking a deep breath and cursing yourself for being so silly - you know that you were safe in the tower - you slowly crawled out of bed and padded over to the door.

“Steve?” You whispered in confusion as you opened the door wider to let the man in.

“Are you okay?” He immediately asked in concern, blue eyes scanning your face for any sign of distress.

You frowned. Had you been screaming? Did the whole tower hear?

“I… I had a nightmare. But I’m fine, don’t worry.”

At Steve’s disbelieving look, you scoffed weakly and lead the way back into your bedroom with slightly shaky legs. “Okay, maybe I’m not fine but… I’m coping. That’s good enough, right?” Taking a seat back on your bed, you watched as Steve wandered over and began to fix the blankets that had been thrown around haphazardly in your panic. Your heart swelled at the simple gesture before you caught another glance at the scar on your thigh, causing you to tug your shorts down further in an attempt to cover it up.

Catching a glimpse of your actions, Steve sighed as realisation hit. He took a seat on the other side of the bed next to you. “Was it the same one?”

You nodded, not entirely trusting yourself to speak.

“Who was it this time?” He asked gently.

“Nat,” you whispered as flashes of her cold, unforgiving eyes came back into your head. “Did I wake everyone up?”

“No. Actually, I didn’t hear anything,” Steve broke eye contact at your confused look, reaching up to rub the back of his neck nervously. “After the incident a few nights ago, I, uh… may have asked FRIDAY to let me know if you had any other nightmares.”

A few nights before, you had woken up from a similar night terror; only that time, it had been Clint who had been inflicting the pain. That nightmare had been particularly gruesome and had resulted in you leaving your room at 1AM and making your way down to the gym in an attempt to make yourself feel strong again. To regain some control.

You were discovered by Steve a few hours later, who had only been woken up by a noise from the downstairs area and had found you on the floor, in tears. The man had somehow managed to calm you down and bring you back upstairs to your bed where he waited until you fell asleep before leaving.

“Thank you, Steve,” you said simply, blinking back tears as you let your head rest on his shoulder. Steve’s hand found yours as if on instinct, and with his comforting presence, you felt yourself begin to relax again.

“You should try and get some more sleep,” Steve suggested.

You shook your head. “I don’t think I can.”

“It’s okay. I’m here,” Steve reminded you. He understood your fears as well as anybody could, after all, he had nightmares, too. Hell, everybody in the tower did.

And if they could get through it, so could you.

Four

Steve was light and spry on his feet as he went through the motions of his daily workout, his heart racing, the endorphins being released making him feel exhilarated in the most satisfying way. His fist had just met the punching bag again when he heard a rowdy spell of laughter from the living room. Although he was curious, he tuned out the noise and continued on with his movements.

Then there was another outburst of laughter - this time louder than the last. Tilting his head to the right and listening closely, Steve easily picked out who the laughter belonged to - you, Wanda, and Natasha… and nothing good ever came out of that particular trio. He thought Natasha was bad but when he added you and Wanda to the mix, all three of you became instantly more spirited and mischievous.

Steve, whose curiosity was getting the better of him, made the decision then that he wouldn’t be able to get any more exercise done. Sighing, he began to unravel the boxing tape from around his hands when he heard you squeal Natasha’s name in shock.

“What the hell?” He muttered in bemusement.

Grabbing a towel and doing his best to wipe the sweat from his face, he made his way from the gym to the living room where three Avengers sat, two with amusement in their eyes and you with a blush covering your cheeks. Wanda was the first to notice his presence.

“Hi, Steve,” the girl grinned playfully.

“Wanda,” he acknowledged with a slightly apprehensive nod. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing,” you were quick to answer.

“Just girl talk, Cap,” Natasha said, her gaze on the tablet in her hand that she continued to scroll through. “Nothing to worry about.”

Steve raised an eyebrow. “I could hear you guys laughing all the way from the gym. Must have been some pretty funny girl talk.”

“Did we interrupt your workout?” You asked with a small frown as you finally turned to look at the man, your eyes widening just a fraction at the sweat on his skin. How could someone look that good while sweating?

Natasha and Wanda stifled their laughs.

“Don’t worry about it. I was almost finished anyway,” he said honestly. “And I like your laugh.”

“Aw, thanks, Steve,” Natasha joked, knowing full well his compliment wasn’t directed at her. “But you’re not my type.”

Both you and Steve rolled your eyes then, the latter coming to find a seat next to your little group.

“C’mon,” he said, “I’m intrigued.”

“The only thing you are is getting sweat all over the couch,” Natasha retorted.

“We’re looking at art,” Wanda said in an attempt to help ease the man’s confusion.

Steve nodded slowly, still not seeing how art could be so hilarious. “Okay… What kind of art?”

“Art made by fans… People who like us; the Avengers,” you shrugged, still slightly embarrassed by the last image you had been shown.

“Wow,” Steve said. “People make art of us?”

“Art, stories, a little of everything,” Wanda answered. “Some people are very talented.”

“We were just reading an interesting story about the two of you when you happened to show up,” Natasha smiled, gesturing between both you and Steve.

“Can I see it?” Steve asked.

“You really don’t want to -” Your protests were cut off by Natasha happily placing the tablet into the Captain’s hands. “Nat, don’t!”

Wanda reached out to grab your arms to stop you from ripping the tablet out of Steve’s hands and throwing it against the wall, which meant that all you could do was watch in embarrassment and horror as Steve’s blush deepened with the more he read of the piece of fiction.

Once he was finished, he quickly excused himself, stating that he needed to shower after his workout.

“I think he liked it,” Wanda laughed, prompting Natasha to laugh along even louder than before.

“I hate both of you.”

Five

“You know I could have paid for my own coffee, right?” You asked, shooting Steve a thankful smile as he returned to your table with two coffees in hand.

“That wouldn’t be very gentlemanly of me though, would it?”

“I suppose not,” you replied, rolling your eyes good-naturedly while you ran your fingertip along the rim of your coffee cup. “It’s been weird having so much downtime recently, huh?”

Steve nodded in response as he sipped his own coffee. “It actually makes me a little uneasy at times. Like I’m just waiting for something to go wrong.”

“Yeah, me too,” you frowned. “I guess it’s because we’re not used to -”

You paused mid-sentence as a scream that made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up was heard in the distance. “Did you hear that?”

“I heard it,” Steve replied, his eyes staring out the window of the café.

Both of your phones chimed then with identical messages from Tony stating that there was trouble at the tower and you were both needed ASAP. With one quick glance at each other, you had both forgotten about your coffees and were running out of the building and back towards the tower. Sometime during the run, Steve had grabbed your hand in order to help you keep up with his pace and with his assistance, you managed to arrive at the tower within a few minutes.

From your point on the ground, you could see a window on one of the top floors of the tower had been smashed and smoke was billowing out of it. A small part of your brain also registered Sam and Clint who were trying to evacuate the building and clear the streets.

“I’m gonna help the guys down here,” you decided quickly.

“I’ll grab my shield and see what the hell is going on up there,” Steve agreed, beginning to make his way to the tower’s entrance. He hesitated briefly before entering, turning to face you with a seriousness in his eyes. “Be careful.”

“You too, Captain.”

Six

“Does this look okay?” You muttered to yourself, turning your body to view yourself from various angles in the mirror. You smoothed the edges of your lilac laced dress down and squinted at your reflection in an attempt to find any imperfections.

“I’m sure you look wonderful, Agent,” said a disembodied voice, causing you to jump in fright.

“Damn it, FRIDAY,” you sighed, placing a hand over your racing heart. “I always forget you’re here… But thank you.”

Deciding to leave your bag in your room as you would only be a few floors down anyway, you gave yourself one last look in the mirror before making your way to the elevator; there was no way you were taking the stairs in heels, after all.

Before the elevator had even stopped at the correct floor, you could already hear the hustle and bustle of a good old-fashioned Tony Stark shindig and fondly rolled your eyes. It’s not that you hated Tony’s parties. In your opinion, they were just too loud. Too busy. The only reason you decided to make an appearance was that Tony was your friend… and because he threatened to lock you out of your room if you didn’t. That was a pretty good motivator.

You held your head high as you exited the elevator into the usual hustle and bustle of a Stark party, reminding yourself that you only had to stick it for an hour or two before you could sneakily retreat back to the comfort of your own room.

You passed by a lot of familiar faces as you walked around. Sam gave you a smile, raising his glass in greeting. Sharon told you she loved your hair. Tony thanked you for showing up and promised that your room was safe (for now). As much as you loved your friends, you soon decided that you needed a drink if you were to get through - you quickly glanced at your phone - another hour of drunken agents and Tony’s proud boasting. Settling down at the bar, you breathed a sigh of relief at the chance to rest your feet.

Natasha, who had decided to take a shift behind the bar, soon came over and began to wipe down the counter with a rag, cleaning up any spillages from previous customers.

“What can I get you?” she asked with a smirk.

“You look like the biggest bartender cliche right now,” you observed.

“If you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em,” the redhead shrugged casually. “Surprise?”

You nodded and a minute later, a perfectly made, albeit nameless, drink was sitting in front of you.

“I think this might be your best creation yet,” you told her after taking a huge gulp. “You have a gift, my friend.”

“I wouldn’t say it’s my best creation,” said Natasha. “I think that’s you.”

You raised a curious eyebrow. “And how exactly am I your creation?”

“I convinced you to wear that dress tonight, didn’t I? And let’s face it, you look hot. I have great taste.”

Self-consciously, you found yourself tugging the end of your dress down a little at Natasha’s words which caused her to roll her eyes.

“I’m serious,” she reached over the bar to give your arm a shove. “And I bet Cap here would agree with me.”

With furrowed brows, you followed her eyeline and glanced over your shoulder, right as Steve approached with an amused smile.

“What am I agreeing on?” He asked, leaning against the bar so he could easily see both of you. Natasha was quick to slide him a bottle of beer before he even had the chance to order. Nodding thankfully, he took a sip.

“Her dress is hot,” Natasha said simply with a nod towards you. “Yes or no?”

“Nat,” you groaned in embarrassment.

Steve swallowed his drink slowly, being extra careful not to choke like he almost had. He knew Natasha was blunt but she had admittedly taken him off guard. That’s what he gets for assuming they could just have a casual conversation, he supposed.

“Uh -”

“You don’t have to answer that,” you told him quickly. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed Natasha smugly wander off to serve someone else.

“No, I want to!” Steve cringed at how eager he sounded. “I mean, I was already going to tell you - before Natasha… was Natasha, I guess…”

Steve sighed and you watched in bemusement as he struggled with his words.

“You look beautiful,” he settled on eventually. “I wanted to tell you when you first got here but I couldn’t seem to get away from a drunk Rhodey.”

A small smile spread across your lips then and you playfully replied. “You look pretty beautiful, too.”

This time, Steve did choke on his beer.

Seven

“Hurry up or we’re starting without you!”

“I said I’m coming!”

Who knew Avengers could be so impatient?

A frustrated sigh left your lips as you tugged a loose hoodie over your tired frame. Your fingers got tangled in your knotted hair in your attempt to tame your bedhead and you groaned, quickly grabbing your brush instead. Maybe taking a nap before your scheduled movie night with the team wasn’t the best idea but it’s not like you intended to oversleep.

“Your popcorn is getting cold and eaten!”

With a huff, you all but stormed out of your room, muttering under your breath about how you were going to kill Sam Wilson. You could probably get Bucky to help if you asked him nicely enough.

When you reached the living room, the opening credits were already rolling - you had missed the chance to vote on which movie you would be watching - and you squinted into the darkness of the room to find a free spot to sit.

“Get enough beauty sleep, princess?” Sam asked sarcastically.

“Seems like you could use some,” Bucky retorted on your behalf.

A chorus of “oooh”s came from the team, to which Sam told them to shut up and eat their food. It was then that you noticed the bowl of popcorn in his hands. He really had taken yours.

Stupid bird, you thought bitterly.

As everyone settled down again to watch the movie, a quiet voice came from your left.

“Hey,” said Steve with a gentle touch to your arm to alert you to his presence. “I saved you a seat.”

Sure enough, a free spot sat next to the super soldier while Peter sat on his other side. It wasn’t a big space but the kind gesture was enough to warm your heart. You noted that Steve tended to have that effect on you.

About 10 minutes into the movie, you had no idea what was happening because you were far too distracted by the warm presence sitting next to you while you were also shooting glares at Sam who happily munched away at what should have been your food. Your thoughts were broken when you felt a small movement and turned to see Steve offering you his own bowl of popcorn to share with him.

You decided then that Sam could keep your food.

Eight

There were dark circles under your eyes, your back ached from sitting for so long and you were pretty sure you were going to get carpal tunnel from all the writing you’d been doing but still, you persevered. A glance at the clock told you that it was close to midnight and you groaned, resigning yourself to another long, sleepless night.

The glamorous life of an Avenger.

You stood up, taking a quick break to refill your mug before placing yourself back in front of your laptop, ignoring how your eyes attempted to droop closed every few seconds. You were so focused on your task that you barely registered the footsteps behind you.

Steve had quietly padded out of his room to get a glass of water, cautious of making too much noise as most of the tower was asleep by now. Glass of water in hand, he turned to retreat back to bed when he noticed you - tired eyes, bushy hair - in the same spot he had left you a few hours ago. A frown immediately crossed the soldier’s face and he found his feet carrying him over to you before he could even really think about it.

A gentle hand was placed on your shoulder and you jumped a little at the sudden touch. Steve immediately held his hands up.

“Sorry,” he said gently. “I was trying not to startle you.”

“Epic fail,” you muttered causing Steve to chuckle quietly.

“What are you still doing up?”

“Working,” you said with a gesture to your screen which currently held 8 pages of a report for Fury. Just 4 more to go…

“You’ve been working on that since you came back this morning,” Steve observed. “You need to get some rest.”

“I can’t,” you argued. “This report is due in one day. It’s important.”

“You’re important, too,” he stated. “You can finish it tomorrow.”

You wanted to protest but when Steve reached over and shut your laptop (he saved the document first, of course), you felt a small sense of relief. Your shoulders slumped and you let out a quiet ‘thank you’.

Steve shook his head at how stubborn you had been - although a small smile remained - and offered you his arm to help pull you up from your chair. When you reached out to take your laptop, however, you were stopped by his hand on top of yours.

“Nope,” Steve said, tucking the laptop safely under his arm. “I’ll take this. You can have it back tomorrow when you’ve woken up after at least 8 hours sleep.”

“Sure thing, mother,” you replied, sluggishly allowing Steve to guide you to your room.

“It’s nice to see you still have enough energy left to sass me.”

“I’ll always have the energy for that, Rogers.”

Nine

To say your night had been a disaster would be an understatement. Why, oh why had you thought that going out with old school friends (acquaintances, really) would be a good idea? You hadn’t ever been that close to them but when they came into town, they had reached out so you figured ‘sure, why the hell not?’.

Now you knew why you should’ve said no.

You were currently stranded on the sidewalk outside of an obnoxiously loud club by yourself, your head thumped with the beginnings of a headache and you just knew that your feet would be hurting tomorrow. To add insult to injury, you were on the other side of town from the tower and didn’t have enough money left to get a taxi.

Pulling your phone out of your bag, you opened your contacts and called the first person that came to mind.

“Shouldn’t you be doing shots right about now?”

“Hello to you too, Captain,” you joked.

“Hi,” Steve replied and you swore you could hear the smile in his voice. “Is everything okay?”

“I guess so,” you shrugged despite the fact that he couldn’t see you. “I’m just about to leave.”

“Really? It’s still pretty early,” he replied. “Are you getting a cab?”

“I don’t have enough money,” you told him. “I’m just gonna walk.”

“What?”

You winced as his loud tone pierced through your skull and repeated yourself. “I’m going to walk.”

“You’re going to walk from the other side of town, tipsy, while it’s getting dark out?”

“Yes? I’ll be fine, I can handle myself.”

“I know you can, I’ve seen it, but I don’t like the idea,” There was a rustling sound on the other end of the phone as Steve moved around. “Stay there. I’m coming to get you.”

“Steve, you really don’t have to -”

“I’ll be there soon, okay? Don’t move.”

True to his word, Steve pulled up around 15 minutes later and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t relieved at the sight of him. When he unlocked the doors, you happily climbed into the car where Steve’s eyes did a subtle check on your appearance for any injuries before he started the journey back home.

“Are you gonna tell me what happened? he asked, his eyes never straying from the road ahead.

“They didn’t invite me out because they cared about me,” you explained. “They only cared about the Avengers.”

“How so?” Steve frowned.

“When I tried to talk about myself - outside of work, I mean - they kept redirecting their questions to the Avengers; how big the tower is, how much money we get paid… All that kind of bull,” you rolled your eyes as you rested your head against the window. “After being asked if Thor is single for the third time, I finally decided to leave.”

There was a pause in the conversation as Steve thought over what you had said.

“Well, the joke’s on them,” he finally decided.

“How so?”

“They were already hanging out with the best Avenger and they blew it.”

Ten

You had always told Steve that you would take a bullet for him but he wasn’t prepared when the day finally came. One minute, Steve was telling the team that the two of you had successfully downloaded the files and were on your way to the rendezvous point and the next, Steve was being pushed to the ground and you had a bullet wound in your shoulder.

Acting on instinct, Steve immediately took out the assailant he foolishly hadn’t seen coming and called out for emergency evac. He dropped to his knees and started to apply pressure over your wound, doing his best to ignore the whimpers that left your lips when he pressed a little too hard.

“It’s okay,” he told you. “You’re okay.”

“Hurts,” you managed to mutter through gritted teeth.

“I know,” Steve shushed you quietly. “But I’ve got you.”

Behind you, the quinjet touched down and Bucky rushed out to help.

“We need to get her to medical now!” Steve exclaimed. He didn’t have time to waste.

With hurried but careful movements, the pair carried you onto the jet and gently placed you on the floor where Steve placed his hands back over your wound. Natasha didn’t say a word and began to fly back to the base as quickly as she could.

“What do we do?” asked Bucky who felt like he was in a daze.

“Radio ahead,” said Steve. “Tell them we need doctors there the minute we touch the ground.”

While Bucky moved to the cockpit to contact the base, Steve continued to whisper gentle affirmations to you, telling you that you were doing great and that you would be okay soon; that he was getting help. He hoped that if he said it enough, he would be right. The sight of your blood on his hands almost made him sick to his stomach as you struggled to take deep breaths in order to slow down your heart rate. With blood, comes life. Without blood, comes death.

Steve refused to let that happen.

He couldn’t help but think about how wrong this all was. The shot you took was meant for him, after all. It shouldn’t be you that was experiencing the fiery pain of a bullet while you writhed on the ground. It should never be you.

“Almost there,” Natasha called out while she prepared to land safely.

“You hear that?” Steve gave you a weak smile. “We’re here.”

The ramp of the quinjet lowered and the familiar doctors were already there, just as Bucky had ordered. They raced into the jet and began to take you from Steve and place you on a stretcher for easier transportation. Your eyes felt heavy and your limbs felt weak. You knew you were close to passing out but reached out and grabbed Steve’s arm as tightly as you could. He looked down at the weak grip you had on his uniform in surprise.

“Don’t leave,” you croaked out.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he promised, his heart clenching.

The scarlet blood that had once flowed through you, had kept you alive, was now dried and brown, coating Steve’s hands and arms. If he had bothered to look in a mirror, he would’ve seen a streak of it on his forehead too from where he had kept nervously running his fingers through his hair. But Steve didn’t care about that. He hadn’t moved from his spot in the medical wing since you had arrived hours ago.

The rest of the team sat with him, their faces somber and their minds racing. Nobody had heard from the doctors since they brought you in for surgery and everyone was beginning to fear the worst. It was approaching hour 6 when a doctor finally approached them and they all rose from their seats in anticipation.

“Well?” Tony was the first to speak. “How is she?”

“She’ll make it,” the doctor replied, knowing that was the main news they had been waiting for.

Sam and Natasha relaxed their stiff postures. Wanda almost burst into tears. Bucky felt like he could finally breathe again.

“We had to perform debridement to remove some shrapnel that was left behind but the bullet went through her pectoralis minor muscle and managed to avoid any arteries or nerves,” the doctor continued. “All things considered, she got lucky. If it had severed a brachial artery or hit the brachial plexus, she could’ve bled out or lost all function in her arm.”

“Can we see her?” Steve asked, not wanting to hear anything about how much worse it could’ve been.

“She’s awake but drowsy, and obviously in a lot of pain,” she responded. “As long as you don’t crowd her, I don’t see why you can’t visit her for a little while.”

Tony thanked the doctor before she left and the team took a minute to let the news sink in. You were okay.

“I’m thinking of giving that doc a pay rise,” Tony commented, causing the group to smile for the first time since the accident.

“Why don’t you go first, Steve?” Although Bucky desperately wanted to see you, he knew that Steve should be the one to do it first. “I’m sure you guys have some things you want to talk about.”

When nobody objected to the idea, Steve nodded and nervously made his way to your room. Exhaling slowly, he pushed open your door and faltered at the sight of you. You had always been shorter than him but seeing you lying in the hospital bed with a bandage covering your shoulder and part of your chest, you looked so… small.

Steve approached your bed and lowered himself into the chair they had placed next to you. When you took in his appearance, you frowned and carefully lifted your good hand to brush your fingers over a cut placed above his eyebrow.

“Are you okay?”

Your voice was quiet but Steve heard it clear as day and choked out a laugh, the tears building in his eyes threatening to fall.

“You just got shot and you’re asking if I’m okay?”

“I worry,” you said simply.

Steve swallowed the lump in his throat and gently took your smaller hand in his. The blood on his hands contrasted harshly with the whiteness of the room.

“You shouldn’t have done that,” he said. “You shouldn’t have been the one to get hit.”

“It was either you or me,” you attempted to shrug but quickly stopped when the now-familiar pain shot through you. “It was an easy decision to make.”

“I’ll be with you through all of it,” he promised. “While you’re recovering, I’ll be here. Whatever you need, just say the word.”

“I think your presence is enough,” you smiled.

“Today was the closest I’ve ever come to losing you,” Steve began to brush his thumb across the back of your hand. “I was terrified. The thought of never being able to tell you…”

“Tell me what?” you asked when it became clear that he wasn’t going to finish.

“You should get some sleep.”

“Steve.” Despite the trauma you’d been through, your voice was firm. You gave his hand an encouraging squeeze. “Talk to me.”

He shook his head in response, seemingly at war with himself over what to do. You didn’t want to rush him and allowed him the time he needed to think. Your hands remained joined together, both providing the other with the comfort they needed.

You weren’t sure how long the silence lasted but when Steve finally spoke, his voice seemed stronger than you’d ever heard it before.

“I love you.”

#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers imagine #captain america imagine #captain america x reader #marvel imagine #i wrote 70% of this AAAAAAGES ago #and then remembered about it and finished it the last few days #mine

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Hello my favorite fic writers 💕💕💕 I’d like to request a Police Officer!Seungcheol fic 😶😶 He’s been overworking and very stressed on a case, comes home really late every night and you’ve been patiently waiting and he can’t thank you enough for always supporting him. Until one evening he’s PARTICULARLY restless so things gets really rough 😏 handcuffs, rough wall sex and aftercare would be really nice 💕

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» And because I know who this is from: happy birthday bb, enjoy your officer Cheol and thank you for helping me with it 😘 💕 💕 I hope there’s enough aftercare and everything else omg (I’m up for a re-do,,)

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Tired from a long day, you had fallen asleep fairly easily, but a few hours into your slumber you were woken up by the constant tossing and turning next to you, the restlessness all too obvious.

“Seungcheol?” you asked, your eyes still shut as you turned to face him, and heard him sigh.

“I’m sorry if I woke you up,” he said apologetically, and you knew he meant it; you also knew what had him so restless, as well as what could possibly help.

“It’s fine,” you whispered and opened your arm so that he could cuddle up to you, which he soon did, getting his arm over your stomach and placing his head on the area between your chest and shoulder.

“Thank you,” he said quietly and gave you a small, soft kiss near your collarbone, and you got your hand into his hair, which you stroked gently until you fell back asleep, easily lulled by the calm breathing coming from Seungcheol.

Dating a police officer, you had known what you were in for. Irregular working hours, him coming home late, occasional injuries and practically constant stress that merely toned down at times… Seungcheol made all kinds of caring and worrying traits arise inside of you, and you were always determined to help him out however you could, both because it would make him feel better and because him feeling better meant that he’d also be more inclined to… well, be good company, in many ways.

Naturally it wasn’t always like that, and there were actually more times when Seungcheol would be less stressed than there were the times where he was as stressed as he was at the moment. Whenever he wasn’t trying to solve a case that seemed near impossible he was an absolute sunshine, and you could only hope a phase like that would come again soon.

At the moment there was a large case that he was trying to solve, and while he couldn’t tell you too many details, if any at all, you could tell it wouldn’t be easy nor quick. His days got longer, the bags under his eyes got darker and all in all he was simply exhausted, from what you could tell. He slept little, ate whenever he remembered to or had time to, and you both knew you had a lot to do with him still being able to function like usual.

You loved him to the moon and back, and enjoyed knowing that you were making things easier for him, which was why you were back up at 5:30 am, making him lunch for the next day. You knew the days were busy and all kinds of rushed for him, so you wanted to make sure he’d at least have something to eat - he’d never dare to bring a full lunch box back home, and you also knew he wouldn’t dare to simply throw it away, either.

A small smile played on your lips as you cooked, quietly humming to your favorite song, the peaceful moment in the early morning only disturbed by the few coughs you could hear coming from your bedroom. Pouting a little, you turned to look there, only to see Seungcheol turn in bed.

“I hope he’s not getting sick…” you whispered to yourself and turned back to the food at hand, yawning when you could finally turn the stove off and place the warm food into the lunch box.

While you allowed it to cool down, you stretched a little and scanned your apartment: Seungcheol had a habit of leaving his clothes anywhere and everywhere when he got home late enough, as he would want straight to bed. Unsurprisingly, you could see his pants on the floor, and smiled to yourself a little when you remembered how he’d simply let them fall to the floor, stepped out of them and unbuttoned his shirt slowly before placing it on the chair in your bedroom before crawling to bed.

You made sure he had a fresh set of clothing waiting for him in the morning, and once you had been able to put the lid on the lunch box and place it in the fridge with a note saying “Lunch is in the fridge, have a good day ♥” attached to the coffee machine that you had also loaded with water and coffee, you got on the couch and fell asleep almost instantly.

When Seungcheol woke up a few hours later and saw you asleep on the couch, he couldn’t help but pout while smiling, his heart feeling warm and full of love. He walked to you and crouched next to the couch.

“Good morning,” he whispered without the intention of waking you up, and caressed your cheek lightly with the backs of his fingers, smiling when you yawned in your sleep. With that, he stood up again and took the warm blanket from the backrest of the couch and tucked you into it carefully, making sure you were warm.

…

That evening, you were determined to surprise Seungcheol, and so you were preparing dinner, if one could call it that, a bit after midnight. You had taken a nap earlier just to be able to function late enough, and so when the door opened a bit after 1am, you were setting the table.

“Y/N?” Seungcheol asked in surprise as he shut the door behind himself and took his shoes and jacket off, which left him in his uniform. You turned to look at him when the table was ready, and walked up to him when he had started walking towards you, too.

Cupping his cheeks, you leaned in to kiss him sweetly, smiling against his lips when you felt his hands on your waist and his lips moving a little against yours, too. As you pulled back, you grinned and looked into his tired eyes. “I prepared some dinner.”

“I thought you’d be sleeping,” Seungcheol said with a small smile making its way to his lips, too, and you felt a sense of ease in your heart when you felt him kiss your forehead, his hand on the back of your head. “You didn’t have to, but I really appreciate it.”

“You can thank me later,” you grinned and led him to the table, and the two of you ate while talking about your days - a fairly rare occasion, and all the more special because of that. He told you about the case he was working on, which was, along with the bureaucracy of his workplace, getting on his nerves, and you listened intently.

You could tell he got a bit tenser while talking about those things, so you could easily conclude that all the little things you did at home, whether he noticed them or not (which he did), were definitely a big help.

“Let’s not think about those things now,” you said softly and reached for his hand, caressing it while looking into his eyes that warmed up almost immediately. “You can’t sleep when you’re tense, anyhow.”

“You’re right,” he said with a quiet sigh and turned his hand around so that he could squeeze yours lightly. “Thank you, for everything.”

“It’s fine,” you smiled and got up so that you could go to the other side of the table and give him a kiss, chuckling to yourself at how chapped his lips were. “Remember to use the lip balm. Anyway, I’ll clean the table, so how about you go shower or to bed or something? I’ll come soon.”

Before you were able to move away, Seungcheol pulled you to his lap, his arms wrapping around you, and simply held you for a while, and you played with his hair a little. He looked up into your eyes, his own ones almost unreadable. Then you felt his hand on your thigh, light as he swallowed. “How tired are you?”

It wasn’t difficult to tell what he meant with his question, especially considering how your sex life had been for the past month at least, and with a slightly playful smile making its way to your lips, you shook your head. “Not too tired for that.”

Seungcheol brought his lips to yours, this time a bit more demanding, and you returned the kiss with just as much passion, hardly able to pull back a bit later.

“Now, go,” you chuckled and got up when he had unwrapped his arms from around you, and so while you cleaned the table and did the dishes, Seungcheol went to shower.

Once you were both done, you moved to the bedroom, and not much later you were sinking down on him, your lips attached to his and your hands moving around on his chest as your hips began moving, his hands holding them steadily.

With how tired Seungcheol was, this was how most of your sex had been for the past few months - fairly quick, simple, and usually with you on top, doing most of the work. Not that you minded, of course: sex was still sex, and during the few years of your relationship you had not once had bad sex with him.

However, as much as you did enjoy it and didn’t want to complain, a part of you needed more. You missed having him in charge; you missed rough sex, and above everything, you missed the times when he had enough time for you. You were impatient for him to get done with the case he was working on, because if history was to repeat itself at all, you’d finally get all the cuddles, warmth and overall attention you craved.

And yet, there were hardly limits to how content you felt when you had both come, Seungcheol inside of you and you with the help of your own hand a bit later, as he spooned you, his lips pressed to your shoulder and hand holding your breast just because.

As long as you didn’t think about the alarm that would go off in a few hours, you were good.

…

The whole day had, for one reason or another, been full torture for you, and you hadn’t been able to stop thinking about Seungcheol and how badly you wanted him, which was not toned down when he came home wearing his uniform. You painted fantasies in your mind, picturing how he’d fuck you ruthlessly into anything - the mattress, the wall, the table… The sheer desire had you sighing, however, as you remembered that that was out of the question for the time being.

And yet it didn’t stop you from trying your luck that night, since Seungcheol had gotten home a bit earlier than usual. He actually had time to watch some TV then, too, and you joined him on the couch, your lips light on his neck as you brought your hand to his chest and slowly slid it down.

Getting his arm around your shoulders, Seungcheol hummed. “You don’t need to stay up with me, baby.”

“I know,” you answered, pressing kisses along his neck and jawline as your hand moved lower and lower on his body, the need between your legs almost unbearable. “I just… had a thought.”

“Stop.”

Your eyes widened a little, and you froze altogether at the words and the strict tone. Moving back a little, you looked at Seungcheol, retreating your hand from him at the same time.

He sighed and rubbed his eyes. “I’m too tired.”

“I… okay,” you said, a mix of emotions swirling inside of you, humiliation at the very top as you got up and went to the bedroom, trying to swallow it all. It was natural to not be in the mood and you told yourself you understood him, but you were also unable to shake off the disappointment.

Meanwhile, Seungcheol turned off the TV and leaned forward, covering his face with his hands as he sighed deeply. He could hear the hurt in your voice, and knowing how much you did for him already, the last thing he wanted to do was to make you feel upset.

No matter how much he cursed himself in his mind, he couldn’t bring himself to do anything at that moment, but made sure to do so later. All he could do was, an hour or so later, join you in bed, and give you a gentle kiss on your shoulder as you slept, and whisper “I’m sorry” when he lay his head on his pillow.

The guilt was only made worse when he woke up to the usual box of lunch in the fridge, which you had put just as much care into as you always did. Sighing, he packed it into his bag and made a mental note to surprise you when he came home.

And so he did, returning home with a bouquet of flowers at 3am, expecting you to be asleep, only to find you cooking what he assumed would be his lunch for the next day. Guilt panged in his heart, and he pouted while walking up to you.

“You should be sleeping,” he said, his voice low as he placed his hand on your shoulder, and you sighed.

“I tried, but I couldn’t, so I figured I might as well do this now,” you said quietly while stirring the food on the frying pan.

“I’m sorry,” Seungcheol mumbled, leaning down to press a kiss on the top of your head, and you knew it was about the previous night. You bit down on your lower lip, and the swallowing of any stubborn tears only got more difficult when you could see the flowers from the corner of your eye.

Snorting quietly, you sniffled. “What flower shop was open at this hour?”

“I got them in the evening, you silly,” he chuckled and lowered his hand to your waist. Licking his lips, he tried to find the words he wanted to say. “I’ve been thinking a lot, you know, about last night, and I’m just… really sorry, Y/N. I should’ve been gentler.”

“It’s okay, I get it,” you sighed, as much as his words warmed your heart and made you all the more emotional. “You’re stressed and tired and with that comes more… straight-forward reactions.”

Seungcheol let go of you and moved so that he could see your face. “You don’t need to excuse it, Y/N. Stress and exhaustion don’t excuse everything.”

You nodded and turned the stove off, moving the frying pan to a cool stove plate so that you could turn around and wrap your arms around Seungcheol’s waist loosely and lean against him.

“I love you,” you said quietly, resting your head against his chest, and relaxed a little when you felt his hand stroking your back soothingly. “Even when you’re difficult.”

“Thank you,” he chuckled with a smile on his lips and kissed the top of your head. “I love you, too, for trying to understand me and working so hard for everything to… work, you know. It’s just… frustrating, that I don’t know how to pay you back or return it all.”

You lifted your face and brought one of your hands up to Seungcheol’s cheek, caressing it, the stubble prickly against your fingers. “I’m more than fine just taking care of you. I don’t expect anything in return.”

At that point you could already see his eyes glistening a little, which made you pout as tears began forming in your eyes, too.

“Come on, you can’t cry, otherwise I’ll cry, too,” you said, laughing a little, and Seungcheol shook his head and wiped his eyes quickly.

“Look who’s crying,” he smiled, obvious signs of tears on his eyelashes as a few tears fell from your eyes, which you hurried to dry, too.

The two of you stood there for a while, simply enjoying the comfort of each other’s presence, both of you feeling much lighter than you had since the night before. He helped you pack his own lunch, and once he had washed up and helped you get his clothes ready, you both got in bed, him spooning you and inhaling your scent to calm down his nerves.

“You do so much for me…” he muttered against your neck, and you felt his arm tighten the slightest bit around you, and you smiled. Seungcheol sighed. “I’ll find a way to make it up to you, I really will.”

“Once the case is over,” you said, caressing his hand in front of you, and got a hum from him. “Good night, Cheol.”

“Good night.”

…

The next day, there was more than one thing that startled you.

For one: Seungcheol came home at nine in the evening, and for two, he was not quiet nor calm; he was agitated and upset.

“That son of a bitch tricked me,” he said, using much harsher language than he normally did, running his fingers through his hair while walking back and forth in your hallway.

You stared at him in surprise. “What happened?”

“I thought we had them,” he sneered, simply out of disbelief, and shook his head. “Yet they got us. We’re practically back to square one.”

A sense of disappointment washed over you. “Weren’t you really close to catching them?”

“We were, and that’s the most frustrating part of it,” Seungcheol groaned, hardly resisting the urge to kick the wall. “I don’t know how or when we’ll solve this one.”

“I’m sorry,” you sighed and walked to him, wrapping your arms around him from behind, and smiled a little when you felt him gradually relax, although his heart continued beating rather fast from the adrenaline rush. “So what happens now?”

“First I have a few weeks off,” he said, and you raised your eyebrows, incredulous even as Seungcheol turned around and placed his hands on your hips, his eyes looking right into yours, “which means we finally have some time for each other. Then… I don’t know what happens, but I’ll worry about it later.”

“We’ll worry about it later,” you corrected him with a quirk of your eyebrow, grinning as you got your hands in his hair. “But I’m glad to have you all to myself for two weeks.”

“Me, too,” he smiled and leaned down to kiss you, his hands slowly falling down to your ass, which he squeezed almost absentmindedly, pulling you flush against himself. You chuckled against his lips, especially when he pulled you closer.

“You don’t have your gun in your pocket, do you?” you asked jokingly, very aware of what was pressing against you, and got back a snort.

“I really don’t,” he admitted with a smirk when you had pulled away from the kiss, and licked his lips. “We haven’t really done anything special lately, have we?”

“What do you have in mind?” you asked, biting on your lower lip lightly when you felt him squeeze your ass more and more.

“I’ve got a pair of handcuffs,” Seungcheol said simply, and you swallowed hard both at that and the dark, intense look in his eyes.

“Those sound good,” you whispered, and it was within a few seconds that Seungcheol had you pressed against the wall, letting out the frustrations he had been bearing for months as he kissed you, hungry and passionate and demanding all at once, his knee between your legs as you held his shoulders and neck while kissing him back.

It drove you crazy how badly you had been in need of all of it: finally having him take control and all that, and you knew during the two weeks he’d be more available you’d also get plenty of more cuddles and his attention in general, as well as some mind-blowing sex you hoped you were in for now, too.

Your kisses grew hungrier and hungrier, and Seungcheol undressed you one piece of clothing at a time, kissing your exposed body as he did. Eventually you were drenched and almost naked, only wearing your panties and leaning against the wall while he got his handcuffs from his back pocket, only to smirk at you.

“Turn around,” he said playfully, and you grinned while complying, excitement arising inside of you when he put the handcuffs on you. When they were both locked, you licked your lips as you leaned against the wall behind yourself, your breathing heavy as Seungcheol dragged a single finger on your exposed chest.

“You look gorgeous,” he said, his voice low, and smirked a little when he ran his finger over one of your hard nipples, making you squirm a little. His voice was almost soft when he spoke again, leaning in to give you a kiss. “I think it’s my time to please you, don’t you think?”

The kiss started out fairly gentle, really, but it grew to the same heights of passion your earlier ones had, too, rather soon. You sighed contently when he pulled away and brought his lips to your neck instead, one of his hands cupping your breast and massaging it a little as he kissed his way down your body, his other hand resting on the curve of your ass, playing with the waistband of your panties.

“You’re being a tease,” you whispered, your breath hitching a little when his lips reached your chest, soon wrapping around your nipple so that he could play with it with his tongue.

Then he continued kissing his way down, dragging your panties down when he was low enough. “And I know you love it, baby.”

“I do,” you said, looking down at him almost in a daze, swallowing hard when Seungcheol urged you to step out of your panties before helping you spread your legs a little. When his lips met your clit, you couldn’t help but buck your hips forward, your hands holding each other tightly. “God, I do.”

He smirked to himself, although the mental image of how much of a mess you would soon be, both because of what he was about to do and because you couldn’t touch him while he did so, had him incredibly aroused. Seungcheol took a final look at your face before sticking his tongue out and giving you a long, slow lick from your drenched entrance to your already slightly swollen clit.

“Seungcheol,” you sighed, clearly in need of more, but from the look in his eyes you could tell he wasn’t about to give you what you wanted just yet, and somehow that knowledge only excited you more.

“Patience,” he said simply before starting to lick your clit, alternating between flattening his tongue and using the mere tip to play with it, lapping at it first fast and then slower, wrapping his lips around it…

It didn’t take long for you to be writhing, controlling your hips only getting more and more difficult with each movement of his tongue. However, sensing that, Seungcheol got his hands to your hips and held them in place as well as he could while eating you out almost desperately; after all, he was finally able to make you feel good and show you the kind of attention you deserved, and he wanted to make it memorable.

And besides, he loved making you squirm just as much as he loved feeling you, sensing your neediness and tasting you on his tongue.

“Y/N,” he called, rubbing your hip bones lightly with his thumbs as he brought his mouth a bit to the side, kissing your inner thighs. Only when you opened your eyes and looked down at him while breathing heavily, he continued. “I want you to look at me.”

“Okay,” you breathed, shutting your mouth as you mewled when he dove back between your legs, his tongue swift on your clit as he rocked his head slightly, his eyes aimed right back at yours most of the time.

It was sinful, in all honesty, to see him like that, with the dark uniform still on him as he ate you out eagerly, his eyes sharp and full of lust while his tongue moved on you, only his plump upper lip slightly visible every now and then.

Oh, how you wished you had been able to have your hands in his hair.

“God,” you whimpered when he shut his eyes and got your clit between his lips, sucking it the slightest bit, the lewdness of which contrasted a little with his long eyelashes showing against his skin beautifully. Your back arched when he began teasing your sensitive bundle of nerves with his tongue, and were only made more desperate when you felt one of his fingers by your entrance, easing in when you bucked your hips against it. “Yes…”

Seungcheol hummed to himself a little, pleased with himself when he noticed your reaction to what he was doing, and so he put more and more effort into it all, soon with two fingers moving inside of you painstakingly slowly while his mouth worked its wonders on you.

And well, his mouth had always been a bit of a weakness for you, whether it was when you were kissing or just looking at him suck on a popsicle, and with you having - or getting to, really - watch all of it, it took a bit less than normal for you to be tensing up with your back arching as your orgasm began rocking through you.

“Seung– ah– cheol,” you whined when he picked up the speed at which his fingers were moving, fucking you with them through your orgasm before pulling them out and giving your pussy a few good licks, lapping at your juices even when you tried to shy away a little.

“You taste fantastic,” he nearly groaned, pressing a kiss to your inner thigh before sucking his fingers clean, too, almost moaning while doing so, and stood up. You licked your lips and lowered your gaze to his slightly glistening lips that he proceeded to lick clean and grin at you. “Good?”

You could only nod, more than eager to kiss him, which he got to feel in his bones as you pressed into him as well as you could with your hands behind your back, kissing him desperately and making it obvious you wanted him, badly, to the point where your legs were shaking a little.

Pulling back, Seungcheol still nibbled a little on your lower lip and placed his hands on your hips, rubbing your skin soothingly. “Are you ready for more?”

“What is more?” you asked with a quiet chuckle, only to hold back a moan when you felt his hand back between your legs, more or less signaling what he had in mind, which had your legs squeezing together almost involuntarily. “Y-yes.”

He smirked and gave you another deep kiss, after which he took his uniform pants off, and was about to discard the jacket and shirt, too, but stopped in the middle of popping another button open when you brought your foot to his shin.

“Could you keep them on?” you asked suggestively while lightly biting on your lower lip, and Seungcheol quirked his eyebrow before grinning. “Maybe open, but you know…”

“So you do have a thing for it,” he noted teasingly and nodded then, opening the buttons of his shirt but keeping both that and his jacket on. You took in the sight, and it alone had you biting down on your lower lip, and he loved the way you practically ate him with your eyes, and smirked. “Then they’ll stay on.”

With that decided, he got the key to the handcuffs from his pocket and opened one of them, rubbing your wrist lightly before suggesting you bring your hands to the front, where he put the cuff back on you.

“They’re not hurting, are they?” he asked while locking it again, and turned his gaze to you.

You shook your head with a small smile. “Not too badly. I kinda like it, actually.”

Seungcheol could only chuckle while putting the key away again and giving you a kiss on your forehead. “That’s my girl.”

While you smiled to yourself, he proceeded to take his underwear off, too, which left him with his socks and uniform shirt and jacket, his cock standing hard between his legs and making your pussy pulsate with need at the mere sight of it.

“Haven’t seen you staring that blatantly for a while,” Seungcheol noted with a lopsided smirk as he leaned closer to you, kissing your neck while merely grazing your left breast with his palm, making you sigh when he lightly touched your pert nipple.

“Haven’t been this horny for a while,” you half corrected and, when he had leaned backwards a bit, lifted your arms so that you could get them around his neck. Playing with his hair, you looked into his eyes, dark and full of lust as he looked back at you, and with a blank albeit hot expression slowly grinded against you, his cock rubbing into your lower stomach. You licked your lips. “Have I told you how much I love it when you’re like this? Taking charge and all.”

He smiled a little; that smug smile that always had you weak. “You have, yeah. I should probably do it more often, hmm?”

While humming, he sucked on the skin of your neck lightly, and you nearly squirmed.

“I’d love it,” you said and tugged at his hair, pulling his head back so that you could soon start pulling him closer. “But with the circumstances, I understand it’s a bit of a rare occasion, and that just makes this better.”

As you finally pulled him close, you could also feel him press his full body into you, his chest meeting yours, his cock pressing harder into you, and much to your pleasure you could also feel his thigh between your legs, pressing pleasantly into your wet, sensitive pussy.

The kisses were hungry, sloppy and desperate and you touched his upper body as much as you could with the handcuffs on, and feeling his hands explore your body, squeezing your ass and smacking it a little, made it all the more difficult to keep your mind clear, not to mention with the cock pressing against your skin when you wanted it inside of you so badly.

Soon you couldn’t help but start grinding against his thigh, needy for more, and it made Seungcheol chuckle, but he didn’t say anything, and instead just held your hips down better.

“You’re so hot in your uniform,” you mumbled against his lips, gasping for air when your clit rubbed into his skin, and dug your fingers lightly into his upper back.

“I know,” Seungcheol whispered, and had it not been for how heated the situation was, you would’ve snorted at the blatant reply. Then again, of course he knew: he knew exactly how hot he was and how weak you were for him. He grunted quietly and pulled back, too hard to think straight, especially when he felt how wet you were making his thigh. “God, I really want to fuck you.”

“Do it,” you said bluntly, breathing heavily while looking him challengingly into the eye while playing with his hair a little. “Fuck me.”

Seungcheol smirked and leaned closer to your ear, his breath hot when it hit your skin, and it all was made so much more unbearable when you felt his cock between your folds, but not even meant to go inside of you. “Do you want me to fuck you hard, baby?”

“So hard,” you whispered, your voice slightly shaky with anticipation at the feeling of his cock simply moving against you as he grinded against your pussy.

He kept it going for a while, until you were whimpering and shivering and begging for more, the handcuffs clinking a little when your hands jolted. Smirking, Seungcheol kissed you by your ear. “Good girl.”

Much to your disappointment, he then pulled away from you and got your arms off himself, mumbling that he’d go get a condom, obviously hesitant to leave you. Then again, seeing his bare ass and thighs move as he walked to your bedroom, you figured you could live with the wait. It was clear he was as fast as he could, and soon he was back, trying to get the condom on himself while still walking. Once he had reached you, you got your arms over his head again and pulled him close.

“Finally,” Seungcheol whispered, and you could feel his hand on the back of your left thigh, which he then lifted up to his waist and held it there while aligning himself with your entrance, allowing the mere tip of his length in. Whimpering, you held onto his shoulders, and it was the quiet, rushed ”please, please, please” that you whispered that finally made Seungcheol groan and push fully into you, making you gasp as he bottomed out.

“God, yes,” you breathed, leaning your head against the wall as you took a moment to get used to having Seungcheol inside of you again, which was made all the more pleasurable as he rolled his hips slowly while kissing your neck, gradually moving higher with his lips while also squeezing your ass generously, fondling with it a little.

“Are you good?” he asked, his voice husky and giving away that he was impatient, and it made the warmth at the pit of your stomach flare up.

“Yeah.”

With that, Seungcheol began moving, his hips snapping back and forth fluidly as he put the weeks, months of frustration into it, and you loved it.

It had been so long, too long since the last time that Seungcheol had taken charge while you had sex, much less been rough, and so it was a very welcome, refreshing change, especially considering how badly you had wanted him and still did.

You mirrored Seungcheol’s moves with your hips as well as you could, moaning at the new angles as well as feeling his hips meet yours, and feeling his cock brush by the most sensitive bits of you, you whimpered, begging for more.

Grunting, Seungcheol brought his left hand to your right thigh and licked his lips, pulling his face away from you. He looked into your eyes and stopped his hips for a moment, which left you panting as you looked at him, confused and impatient.

“Can you get the other leg up, too?” he asked, and you clenched involuntarily around him at the thought alone, which made the corners of his mouth tug upwards. “Is that a yes?”

“Yes,” you chuckled and nodded enthusiastically, and with him taking a good hold of your leg, closer to your ass, you took a small jump while he simultaneously lifted you a little, and soon you had your legs crossing behind his back, your weight supported by the wall behind your back and his hands under your ass.

He let you down a little, and you moaned at the new depths he was reaching inside of you, your hips pushing against him almost on their own accord, at which Seungcheol smiled.

“I love seeing you feel so good, and fuck you feel so good,” he mumbled and gave you a deep kiss full of desire that was only made more desperate when your nails dug into his upper back as he began thrusting into you again. Indeed, he loved seeing you feel so good, especially when he felt, or knew, really, that he hadn’t been able to help you feel that way in what he considered way too long of a time. The metal of the handcuffs was cool against his back, also digging into it lightly, and he enjoyed the slight pain.

“Harder,” you whispered when Seungcheol had broken away from the kiss, and cried out when he complied, his cock moving inside of you hard and fast as he pounded into you time after time, his hands pushing you down on himself with each thrust. The lewd noises of his hips smacking against your ass were gorgeous and only drove the two of you further into lust.

He kept going like that for a while, loving how hot and wet you were around him and how utterly blissful noises you were making, but there was a part in him that thought he was being a bit too rough, especially when he saw the red marks on your skin when he moved his hands.

However, only one look at your face - as well as hearing the satisfied sounds you made - told him more than enough: you were more than fine. Your lips were parted as you moaned, your eyes shut and eyebrows in a small frown, and all in all your face screamed pleasure.

And so he didn’t hesitate to keep going and even going a bit harder still - as long as you didn’t say you were uncomfortable or show that, he concluded it would be fine.

“Fuck,” you whimpered and clung onto Seungcheol tighter, your arms wrapped around his neck as you held him as close as you could, your legs tightening around his waist, too. With each hard slam of his hips into yours as he rammed into you with all his might, you were brought closer and closer to your orgasm, which was already impossibly close, and you could already tell it would hit you hard.

Seungcheol could feel himself get close to his orgasm, too, and he grunted while burying his face in your shoulder, his lips pressing to your collarbone as he sucked on the skin. “Come for me, baby.”

It was everything going on joined with his sultry voice and demanding words, as well as the fact that it was the hardest sex you’d had for months that had you coming undone around him, gasping for air as you did so, your pussy milking his cock as he fucked you through your orgasm until reaching his and releasing into the condom with a groan. Seungcheol rocked his hips slowly for a while more, and slowly pulled out of you before letting you down, keeping you up as your legs nearly gave in.

“Holy shit,” you breathed, clinging onto Seungcheol and leaning against him while his arms wrapped around your body.

“I can’t believe we haven’t done anything like this for so long,” he mumbled and stroked your back soothingly, and you smiled to yourself before slowly lifting your face from your boyfriend’s chest.

“It’s fine, though. I’m glad that even though you’ve been tired, there’s still been something,” you said, hinting at the quick, simple albeit satisfying sessions you’d had for the past few months, and Seungcheol gave you a lopsided smile.

“I’m glad, too, but I think we both miss something that’s a bit more like this,” he hummed and gave you a gentle kiss on the lips, lingering there for a while.

As you pulled back, you could only stare at him with nothing but adoration and love in your gaze, and played with the hair at the back of his head. “I’m not denying any of that, but really, it’s fine.”

“I’ll try to stay on top of things from now on,” he whispered and hugged you, giving you a gentle kiss on your neck. “In many ways, too, not just this.”

“Thank you,” you smiled with a quiet chuckle and hugged him back, only reminded of the handcuffs around your wrists when you couldn’t unwrap your arms from around Seungcheol’s neck.

“Oh, right,” he grinned and got the key from his pocket while you lifted your arms up and brought them back down in front of you, pushing your hands forward so that Seungcheol could easily unlock the cuffs.

Seeing the redness on your wrists, he pouted a little and rubbed the marks lightly with his thumbs, and before he was able to ask anything, you shook your head with a smile playing on your lips. “If you’re wondering if it hurts, the answer is no. I’m fine.”

“You sure?” he asked, one of his eyebrows quirked and plump lips forming a slight pout. “And I wasn’t too harsh, was I?”

You shook your head with a warm smile on your lips as you brought your hands to Seungcheol’s cheeks to cup them. “Not in the least, honey. I loved it all.”

“Good,” he said and took your hands into his, pressing a kiss to the back of both of your hands.

You stood close to each other for a while, with you leaning against him and him stroking your back slowly, until you grimaced a little, feeling how sticky your thighs were. “I think I’ll shower.”

“I’ll join you,” he grinned and gave you a tap on your ass when you pulled back, snickering at your reaction while you went to the bathroom first, with his eyes following you intently. However, your eyes were just as intent on him when he joined and you could see him all naked, particularly from the back, as he discarded the condom and got his shirt and jacket to the laundry basket.

If you were asked, it was near impossible not to stare at him, especially when he, after the shower, only put on a pair of sweatpants that looked sinfully good on him.

Half an hour or so later the two of you had both showered and ordered some late-night pizza, and had moved to the couch with the TV on, although you were hardly watching it. You were cuddled up to Seungcheol, enjoying the pizza and stealing bits of his one, too: he couldn’t say no to you when you looked at him with a pleading pout, asking for one more bite, although you both knew it wouldn’t be the last one.

When you had both had enough of the pizza, you focused on simply relaxing and enjoying each other’s presence in all peace, and you couldn’t even remember the last time you had been able to do that.

Seungcheol’s arm was around you, and he leaned his head to rest above yours lightly. He pulled you the merest bit closer and gave you a soft kiss on the top of your head. “You know that I love you, right?”

Unable to keep a smile off your face, you nodded and cuddled closer to Seungcheol. “And I love you, too.”

“I’m not sure if I deserve you, but I’m so thankful to have you by my side,” he whispered, and you took it all in carefully, knowing just how rare such words really were. While incredibly loving and appreciative, it wasn’t often that he got sappy. Seungcheol breathed almost shakily, and you began stroking his side gently as an attempt to calm him down. “Thank you for being there, Y/N. For supporting me, for loving me, for not abandoning me–”

“I would never,” you said, pouting as you lifted your face and looked at your boyfriend, who was visibly on the verge of tears, which then again made you feel emotional, too. You lifted your hand from his side to his cheek and shook your head. “Don’t cry, baby, it’s alright. I’m here, and I won’t leave.”

Unable to speak more, Seungcheol only nodded and hid his face in your shoulder, hugging you just as tightly as you hugged him, and you hummed with a small smile on your lips.

“You’re exhausted, I think we should sleep,” you said quietly, and Seungcheol nodded but didn’t budge.

“I want to be like this for a bit more,” he pleaded, and you nodded, stroking his hair gently. He breathed deeply, holding you in his embrace while taking in your scent, which he loved and which calmed him down faster than quite likely anything else.

A few moments later you got to bed, with Seungcheol on his back and you on your side, cuddling up to him.

“I think the time off will be good for you,” you mumbled while drawing circles into his bare chest, a habit you had picked up on fairly early in your relationship.

Seungcheol, while lazily stroking your back, chuckled quietly. “It’ll be good for both of us.”

“But you’re the one lacking sleep and being stressed,” you noted and looked up at him, although you couldn’t see much with how dark your bedroom was. He shrugged a little and pulled you closer.

“And you’re to be thanked for helping me survive all that,” he said and leaned in to give you a kiss, smiling into it.

“You’re welcome,” you smiled when he had broken away, and little by little you got one of your legs over Seungcheol’s as you got more comfortable. He laughed quietly, but didn’t say anything.

You were just glad you could finally have him next to you, as light-hearted as he seemed to be at that moment, and you could already tell you would love the weeks he’d be resting at home.

And for the first time in a while, you felt more light-hearted, too: as much as you didn’t want to make it into a big deal, living with him when he was so stressed was incredibly stressful for you, too, and putting extra care into almost everything you did was, as gladly as you did it, exhausting.

But you loved Seungcheol and knew full well that he was worth it all and so much more, and were glad to see that he did his best to repay you, as much as you insisted on it being unnecessary.

To him, you were worth everything, too, and he did everything in his power to show you that for the weeks he spent at home, as well as when he went back to work.

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All is Fair: Chapter 11

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CHAPTER ELEVEN:

“A thousand beetles,” suggested Emma, sitting on the end of Dan’s bed. He shook his head, pulling his comforter higher up over his shoulder.

“Hear me out,” Emma continued. “A thousand beetles... in his bed.”

Dan deigned this with a loud sniff.

“I think the beetles are a great idea,” chimed Jasmine, coming to stand by Dan’s bed. She looked down at him, her red lips pursed.

Jasmine was his half sister. Everyone in here, other than Emma, were his half siblings. And they were all looking at Dan with a modicum of pity in their eyes. Him having his heart broken wasn’t really the Aphrodite way. Her kids usually did the heart breaking, languishing in the drama and romance that came with broken hearts.

Before, his siblings had spent a lot of time trying to get him to date people, telling him it’d be way more fun than he thought. Now, they just wanted him to chipper up. At least when he wasn’t dating anyone he’d been an active part of the cabin, remembering to do his chores and clean his area and score them a billion points whenever they played capture the flag. Now he was just a depressed lump, hiding away in his cabin where the embarrassment and sorrow affected him least.

Going outside meant, at best, having to deal with everyone looking at him. He didn’t care whether it was with pity or delight (in the Ares’ cabins case), he just didn’t like the eyes on him period.

“Come on, Dan!” Matthew suddenly said, sitting up on his bed across the cabin. It took entirely too much effort to pull his eyes from the ground up to the boy. “Think of how great getting revenge would be!”

“Yeah,” agreed Jasmine. “What’s the point of getting your heart broken if you’re not going to go out of your way to ruin their life for doing it?”

“I guess,” Dan huffed. He did kind of like the idea of seeing Phil in pain or suffering or something, after all he’d done to Dan. It’d been a few days since their horrible return to camp, and Dan hadn’t left his cabin since. His siblings had been kind enough to bring him food (and not complain about him needing a shower).

“And it doesn’t have to be beetles,” Added Matthew. “You could always lure him out into the woods and have like, a monster waiting or something.”

“You guys are right,” Dan decided. He sat up for the first time in several hours, and the Aphrodite cabin members let out a cheer. Already, people were pulling out face masks and eyeliner, ready to clean him up.

“I was thinking,” said Emma, obediently tilting her head up when one of Dan’s siblings descended on her with mascara, “that maybe you could make him jealous. Have a fling with someone, or something.”

“That wouldn’t work,” Dan said immediately. “He wouldn’t be jealous because he’d just been playing me the whole... the whole...”

Tears welled up in his eyes. He eyed his pillow, considering becoming horizontal again. It was only made worse by the fact that Dan didn’t even want to kiss anyone else anyway.

It hadn’t taken him long to realize his mom’s bow had done shit. It probably didn’t work unless it was fired by Aphrodite herself, obviously. Phil very clearly didn’t love Dan, and Dan realized, with relief, that at least he’d been panicking for no reason. He really wasn’t in love with Phil, even though he’d found it in himself to accept it.

Now he could just not accept it again. He could push the idea of love far, far away from him and never touch it ever again, not even with a billion foot long stick.

“Don’t cry,” instructed Jasmine, pointing a finger at Dan and frowning severely. “Every tear you shed for that Ares bastard is a win for him.”

Dan sniffed loudly. He let Matthew attack his under-eye bags with concealer.

The whole cabin was suddenly animated again, and when Dan stood to let Matthew pick him out some clothes, a couple sisters started cleaning his bed with vigor, stripping sheets and fluffing pillows and throwing away tissues littered all over the place. Still, each and every one of them went deathly still when there was a knock on the cabin door.

They all eyed each other cautiously. No Aphrodite kid would ever knock on their own cabin door. And the only person who really ever visited them was already in there, so...

The knock came again. “...Hello?”

So many people gasped at once, outraged, that it sounded like a breeze had whooshed through the cabin. Dan’s eleven-year-old half-sister, Nandine, pulled out a knife.

“The audacity,” Jasmine hissed, eyeing the door with anger.

“We can’t let him in,” someone else said, which garnered a flurry of agreement.

“Or...”

Everyone turned to look at Matthew, who was staring at Emma. “Well, we could try the making him jealous plan,” he whispered.

“It wouldn’t work,” Dan said again, but Matthew just shook his head.

“He obviously feels something, seeing as he’s here right now. And the look on his face when Amy broke the news that night...”

Matthew shut up at the look on Dan’s face.

“It’s too late, anyway,” Dan finally responded. “He’s at the door.”

“Well...” Matthew said, and his eyes drifted to Emma again. Dan followed his gaze, and then he gagged.

“Ew! Matthew—gross! She’s my best friend! And I’m... I’m...”

“Gay, we get it,” Jasmine said hastily. “But he has a point, I mean, well, it might work.”

Dan glanced at Emma. She shrugged. “I’m down if you are.”

With that, Dan and Emma were scrambling onto his bed.

“Wait—take your shirt off,” Emma suggest. And so, shirtless and with his best friend on his lap, Dan pulled her down to kiss him. It was nothing like kissing Phil, but that didn’t really matter. It didn’t feel horrible, it just lacked the passion that was supposed to come with it.

That didn’t matter. What did matter was Emma was a great actor, and she had her hands buried in his hair and her tongue in his mouth. Even still, Dan strained his ears for the interaction about to happen.

The door creaked open.

“Can I help you?” Jasmine sneered. She’d put on her I’m Aphrodite’s daughter and I’ll walk on your face if I want to voice.

“Um—yeah, I’m... Well, I wanted to check on Dan. He hasn’t been out of the cabin in a few days...”

“Oh!” Jasmine said, her voice dripping venom. “Yeah, he’s been... busy,” she giggled.

Dan heard the door creak open wider, and he pulled Emma closer to him, knowing their dark corner of the cabin was now clearly visible through the open door. Emma moaned against his mouth.

“Wh—I- what?” Phil managed.

“I don’t know, turns out he’s not as gay as he thought, you know? And we’ve always been, like, the sex cabin,” she giggled. This was an outright lie. Sure, Aphrodite kids sometimes slept around, but it was an explicit rule of theirs to never do it in the cabin.

“I’m—okay, I’m just gonna—I’ll—“

“Sounds good!” Jasmine said cheerily, cutting him off. She slammed the door in his face. Emma immediately slid off of Dan, wiping her mouth.

“You really let me do all the work right then,” she commented.

“I was distracted!”

“You should’ve seen his face!” someone cheered, and then the whole cabin was active again, everyone talking over each other and laughing and cheering. Dan was pulled to his feet and pampered by his siblings. Soon enough he smelled and looked great, his curls styled perfectly and his eyeliner sharp enough to kill.

He felt hungry for more revenge.

—

“This’ll be great,” Emma decided, peering around the wooden shack with Dan. They’d gotten help from a few of Hephaestus’ kids and had managed to rig up a big and elaborate trap for Phil. It helped that mostly everyone sympathized with Dan for Phil being such a dick.

Now, all they had to do was wait for Phil to walk right into the trap, where Dan would then press a button and Phil would be flung out into the lake. It wasn’t particularly evil or painful, but Dan thought it’d be nice to see Phil flying through the air, screaming, only to crash into the lake.

“All right, we’re ready,” Dan finally declared. Emma nodded and spun on the spot, making her way up towards the cabins. The plan was that she would tell Phil Dan wanted to talk to him here on the beach. And then, once Phil was in the right spot… Fling!

Dan stayed crouched behind the shack, the remote in hand, as he waited for Phil. He came quickly, looking around left and right as he made his way to the beach. He looked kind of worried, a little anxious, and this only made Dan more angry. Mainly because he could recognize these expressions, knew them from the sheer amount of time he’d spent with Phil—all of it fake.

Phil stepped into range, and Dan watched him carefully, raising the button towards his finger.

“Cowardice.”

Dan gasped, falling backward and landing on his ass. He looked up, gaping at the figure above him.

“Ares?” he said incredulously. The man was tall and bulky, wearing a leather jacket and a pair of sunglasses. Behind him—though Dan had no clue how he hadn’t heard him arrive on it—idled a motorcycle.

“The one and only.”

Dan felt his face twist up in anger. “Oh, this is such BULLSHIT.”

“Excuse me?”

Dan knew it was really impolite to curse in front of a god. Ares could take offense and decide to zap him into a puddle of sludge, or something. Luckily, Ares just looked kind of amused instead.

“This totally isn’t fair!” Dan exclaimed. “‘One’s last wish takes its hold’,” he quoted. “Phil gets his wish after all the shit he did to me?!”

Ares surprised Dan with his booming laugh. He went so far as to even wipe an imaginary tear away, leaving Dan glaring at him angrily.

“‘One’s last wish’ means the last thing someone would want,” Ares said. And he held out a giant hand, barely waiting for Dan to reach out and grab it to pull him to his feet. “Your prophecy’s already over—this is just a family visit.”

“But then…”

Ares, seeing Dan still struggling, huffed. “The last wish was yours,” he said. “You fell in love even though you didn’t want to, yada yada.”

Dan felt his face go red—with indignation, not embarrassment! “I—I didn’t—I’m not—”

“Ohoho, trust me—you are,” Ares said, cutting him off. “Your mom’s told me all about it.”

And that's how he left Dan—his mind blown, his brain located in little bits in the sand all around him—as he walked down to talk to Phil. Dan found he couldn’t really concentrate all that easily. He was just aware that he was, apparently, in love, and he felt those stupid treacherous tears rising to his eyes once again. He watched as Ares spoke to Phil, and once the god left, hopping onto his motorcycle and driving it right over the lake and out of sight, Dan hit his hand on the button. It didn’t feel quite as good as it should have, watching Phil get flung out into the lake.

—

Dripping wet and exhausted, Phil finally stumbled back onto the sand, putting his hands on his knees and panting. He knew he probably deserved it, so he wasn’t going to complain.

He’d been trying to talk to Dan every day since they’d gotten back. He’d already chewed out Amy and the rest of the cabin, practically dragged them to hell and back with how much he’d yelled at them, but taking his anger out on them did nothing to relieve the pain of losing Dan. He just wanted a chance to explain himself, but Dan refused to see him. Not to mention the fact that his entire cabin acted like his personal body guard as well. Phil didn't doubt that if Dan dared to venture out of his cabin, his siblings would follow him, forming a legion around him.

Well—maybe not, Phil realized. He doubted anyone else had enough of a vendetta against him right now to organize some kind of elaborate trap to fling him out into the middle of the lake. So Dan was obviously out of his cabin by now, or at least, he had been. And he’d been near—near enough to watch Phil, near enough to know when he was standing on the giant platform hidden beneath the sand, the one that had sent him flying.

Phil knew he’d really hurt Dan. What made it worse was that he’d been planning to tell him all about Amy’s dumb plan, too. He’d decided to on their bus ride home, decided to throw everything out in the open and lay himself bare, to apologize. He’d been swept up in the excitement of returning home, though. And Amy had beaten him to the punch.

He hadn’t even needed Amy’s stupid plan to meet his dad anyway. Ares had come to see him on his own. Mostly, Phil had been too overwhelmed to really form complete sentences, but Ares had told him that he was proud of him, and that the only reason he hadn’t visited sooner was because he thought Phil didn’t want to see him, what with the way he’d avoided the Ares cabin’s trips to Mount Olympus. (“My siblings wouldn’t let me come!” “The next time one of them tries to control you, punch them in the face.”)

It was after about a minute of talking to him that Phil realized he recognized him from that gas station in West, Texas. When he mentioned this, Ares just smirked, and suddenly that “father figure” that had paid for their hotel room and given them supplies made a whole lot more sense.

“I’m really proud of you, kid,” Ares had said, stepping in for the briefest, gruffest hug Phil had ever experienced. “Except for that shit that you pulled on Aphrodite’s kid—that sucked.”

“Yeah, I know… I’m gonna talk to him, though. He’s meeting me down here soon.”

Ares mouth had twisted a bit uncomfortably. “You know how to swim?”

“Yeah, why?”

“No reason.” And with that, Ares had hopped onto his motorcycle, done a cool head nod at Phil, and driven away.

With a sigh, Phil finally straightened up, having regained enough of his breath to feel ready to climb the slight slope before him. He was debating whether to try knocking on the Aphrodite cabin a second time. Gods, he really didn’t want to see Dan kissing Emma again, though. He didn’t believe for a second that Dan was straight. The only problem was he wasn’t sure if Dan believed it, if Phil’s betrayal had had him reverting back to the perfectly straight person he’d been pretending to be.

In the end, he came across Dan on accident. He’d decided to make his way to the dining hall to snag some food despite the early hour, his impromptu swim having left him starving. And there, when he walked into the hall, he spotted Dan—standing at the end of one table and grabbing food, collecting it into the pocket he’d made by holding out the hem of his t-shirt.

“Dan,” he said, more out of surprise than actual preparedness to speak to him. Dan jumped with a gasp, managing to drop the grip he’d had on his shirt, resulting in his food tumbling to the floor. Immediately, he spun around, a glare set on his face.

“As if you haven’t done enough!” he snarled. This drew the attention of his siblings—all of whom Phil hadn’t noticed until now—previously seated at the table but now all jumping to their feet, looking terrifying as they glared at Phil. The sight of them made his hands feel sweaty, made the words “to love is to destroy” echo uncomfortably around his head. Besides the Aphrodite kids, there was barely anyone in the dining hall—just a few campers dotted around, accompanied by nymphs and satyrs—but now all their attention was on Dan and Phil, standing at the end of Aphrodite’s table.

“I'm sorry,” Phil said quickly. About a hundred high-pitched and mocking “I’m sorry”s echoed from Dan’s siblings, one of whom had already drawn a knife.

“Oh, well then I suppose it’s okay,” Dan said with an exaggerated shrug, but anger still blazed in his eyes. “I can always get more food,” he added, and with that, he turned back to face the table.

“No, Dan—please, I want to talk to you.” To this, the Aphrodite entourage scoffed and imitated him again.

“And if I don’t want to talk to you?”

“Please, Dan,” Phil said, having managed to step closer to him without realizing he’d done so. “Please just… just let me explain.”

Dan crossed his arms over his chest and turned to face Phil. “Fine,” he spat. “You have one minute.”

“One minute?” Phil spluttered.

A short girl behind Dan was staring hard at her watch. “Fifty-six,” she said loudly. “Fifty-five. Fifty-four.”

“For gods’ sake!” Phil muttered, before facing Dan and trying to organize his thoughts as coherently as he could.

“I love you,” he said immediately. Dan scoffed, rolling his eyes so hard Phil was worried they would roll right out of his head. “I’m serious!” Phil added. He could barely concentrate, what with the, “Forty-nine, forty-eight,” echoing around him.

“It’s true, I went on the quest with you for all the wrong reasons,” Phil said hastily. “I was desperate and, and greedy, and I’d been planning to use you in order to meet my dad.”

“Which you did,” Dan interjected. Phil ignored him.

“But I quickly realized that that wasn’t going to work. I mean, I was so forward in the beginning that I scared you off, and immediately after I realized I wished I hadn’t scared you off, because I liked you.”

Dan looked completely, entirely unimpressed. Phil tried to forge on. “I realized that you were more important to me than meeting my dad—you and your happiness and wellbeing and… and everything. And because of that I suffered. I liked you and you hated me, it seemed like—”

“Yeah,” Dan said flatly.

“And it was wrong to like you because I’d only even come on the quest for like, the worst, most selfish reasons, but I couldn’t help it. Dan, I suffered for the cost of the bet—” Dan’s eyes went kind of wide here, the prophecy line slotting into place. “I suffered because I really, really liked you—loved you—and I knew I was the biggest, worst asshole on the planet and I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, Dan, I just—I really—”

“ZERO!” shouted a million Aphrodite kids, and, all glaring at Phil, they swept Dan out of the dining hall. Phil only just caught Dan’s eyes—wide and thoughtful, almost considering—before he was gone.

With a sigh, Phil walked alone down the steps of the dining hall, his appetite gone.

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