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CRIMSON AND CLOVER: CHAPTER ONE

"Do you ever feel like you're losing your mind?”

▸ summary: fall brings in new beginnings, new friendships, and new insecurities ▸ characters: nancy wheeler, robin buckley, eddie munson, & steve harrington 💕(ft. dustin henderson) ▸ word count: 11.5k ▸ warnings: SMUT (18+MINORS DNI) unprotected p&v smut, semi oral sex, semi-angst, & fluff ▸ series masterlist

SEPTEMBER

Fall had finally arrived in Hawkins. Bringing in the crisp air, new school year, festive holidays, and the homicidal urges to kill your cousin.

“Dustin, move your ass! We’re literally running so late now!” you barked outside his bedroom door.

It was the first year ever that you and Dustin attended the same school together. Something that might actually sound cool if your cousin were normal.

“I spent two years dealing with you waking up late! I just need five minutes to find a damn shirt, you witch!” He screeched from the other side of the door.

Aunt Claudia quickly came down the hall at the sound of the yelling and quietly ushered you to gather up your things as she pounded on the door. “Dusty we can’t be late for school! Let’s hurry up!”

There was a moment of incoherent yelling from the other side before he slid open his door. Giving his Mother an exasperated look before coming down the hall.

“All right. I’m here, let’s go!” He chided at you.

You were about to tell him off for that late comment when you caught sight of his shirt. “Aunt Claudia!” You gasped. Eyes wide as you pointed at his chest. “We cannot leave this house if he’s wearing that!”

She came over and glanced at his shirt before looking at you curiously. “I’m sorry dear, I’m confused.”

“Yeah, what’s the deal?” Dustin frowned.

“What’s the deal? WHAT'S THE DEAL?” Reaching over you grip onto his shirt, shaking him wildly to get your point across. “You are attempting to go to school. The very same school I attend in a WEIRD AL YANKOVIC SHIRT!”

Dustin started to slap at your hands, getting you to let go of him so he could straighten out his shirt. “He’s cool! Okay? People actually like his music.”

You gaped at his words in disbelief. This couldn’t be happening. Dustin was always different from people. Especially with things such as intellect but this was just borderline..dorky.

“I can’t do this.” You gasped, holding your bag up to cover up the line of vision to the shirt. “I can’t walk beside him in that!”

Aunt Claudia, having been fed up with the two of you, pushed you towards the door. “Then just walk ahead of him, dear.” She chuckled nervously as she led you outside, ignoring your growing protests.

“Now Miss Henderson, I know you had quite the traumatic summer..”

“Don’t you mean blazing?”

“No.”

“Deadly?”

“No!”

You bit down your lip, turning your gaze away from Ms. Kelley. This was her first attempt of the year to try and talk about Starcourt. Something you were dreading. On top of not even being able to disclose anything due to the lawyers of Hawkins Labs, but there wasn’t any part of you that wanted to talk about it.

Especially when it led to talking about Billy.

“I understand that using humor to cope through some of your feelings might help. But I just want you to know that this is a safe place.”

The two of you meet eyes at that. You gave a slightly skeptical expression to her kind one. While you’ve always thought Ms. Kelley to be kind and caring, this particular time you wished for the opposite.

“Look,” you chuckled awkwardly. “I appreciate the help, Ms. K. Really. But there just not anything I really need to talk about here.”

“Really?” she asked slowly. “So someone you’ve had a personal relationship with dies in a tragic fire and you’re expecting me to believe that you’re fine?”

“Yes?”

“Miss Henderson,” she said leaning forward. “No one would be upset if you of all people had some sort of mourning period for the boy you knew. I know things didn’t end well–”

“It didn’t just end badly, Ms. Kelley. It was actually all just bad.” You can’t help but feel something snap inside yourself. Finding it hard to keep hold of the anger you had inside towards everyone who kept bringing this up. “The only thing I feel out of everything is relief. Okay?”

“Oh..”

“Billy was the only person in my life who ever did me wrong. He cheated on me, he hurt me, he hurt my friends, and that was with the last two years!”

A part of you felt crazy bringing up your horrible past again. But if it got Ms. Kelley to back off, then you’d take on the weird looks.

“I’m sure there are bad moments that come to mind but surely there are some good memories that you’d like to reflect on.”

“Good memories?” you scoffed, leaning towards the desk. “There is no such thing as a good memory with Billy Hargrove. Okay? There’s only regrets and a lot of headaches.” You laughed in disbelief. “The only good thing he ever did was cheat on me so bad that it caused me to leave that party, get in that stupid accident, and wind up here.”

Getting up from your seat you point outside the door. “Because of him, I got taken to a place where people actually give a shit about me. Where friends stick around despite my attitude, and where I have the most doting and loving boyfriend that I could ever dream of. So if you’re asking me to reflect on anything, it’s only that!”

Ms. Kelley stared up at you with wide eyes. The sudden outburst from you was probably a bit unusual, but you’ve been feeling the emotions bottle up about Billy since the damn funeral last summer.

“I don’t..revel in the fact that he’s dead. Especially since I’m not the only person that was in his life.” You briefly remember the hard, distant, look on Max’s face after the funeral. How she closed off on you trying to talk it out.

“Even then,” you went on. “That doesn’t mean I need to grieve for him either.”

..Who could miss evil like him..(tick)

Your mind wanders off again at the thought. Going to how you felt that night again when seeing the monster attack him. Shooting limbs and teeth all over his body while he screamed out in pain. How his blood spit out of–

No, you didn’t want to grieve or think about him anymore.

..You do..(tock)

“I don’t wanna talk about it.” you whispered out loud. Unaware of the weird look you were getting from over at the desk. The room is almost filled with an awkward silence. Having only that small ticking sound you heard before as the only noise between you two for a minute.

“While I understand there’s a part of you that hasn’t forgiven Billy for the grievances he’s brought to you over the years. I do want to make it known that there’s a chance you’re not fully taking in the whole thing properly. Sometimes loss hits someone at a later time…”

“Well, if that time comes then I guess I’ll have to come back here right?” you snapped, looking away from the woman. The ticking only grew louder, making it hard for you to follow along to whatever little speech Ms. Kelley was trying to say in order to diffuse the situation. Which was really bringing on a headache, but you pushed the pain away in order to hear her last words.

“..of course, it’s whatever feels right for you, Miss Henderson. I just want you to understand that there are people here willing to listen.”

“Thanks Ms. K. I’ll keep it in mind.” you sighed, ending the conversation. “I’ll see you next week.” Not waiting for a proper dismissal, you grabbed your bag and made it out the door in time for the bell to ring.

Students burst from the classrooms, yapping away to one another while you weaved through them to get to your locker. The day was barely midway and you already felt over it. The only solace you had was that after lunch you’d be only an hour and half closer to getting out of these walls.

“How’d the meeting go?”

You jumped at the sudden voice of your friend, nearly dropping the book in your hands in the process. “Can you like, not scare me right now?” you said with a slight glare to Nancy.

The girl simply chuckled at your reaction as she opened up her locker beside you. “Sorry,” she smirked a bit. “To be fair, I did call out your name. I think you were lost in thought.”

“Yeah, been like that all day.”

“Well now that I have your attention I can finally give you this.”

Glancing over at her bag, you watched as she pulled out her binder from her bag to retrieve a couple of papers. “It’s your admissions essay!” She grinned. “I finally finished reviewing it for you.”

“Oh, you mean the essay that you stole out of my very tired hands during study hall?”

“The very one!”

Looking over the pages, you’re at least pleased to see very minimal markings from Nancy’s ruthless red pen. Truthfully, despite finishing it fast, you weren’t so sure how well it had turned out. “Glad to know I can turn this in sooner than I thought.”

“Yes!” she agreed before pulling out another stack. “And because of that. I was hoping if you could maybe read mine? Tell me if it's bad or not?”

You take the papers from her hand with a heavy sigh. Unsure if you could mentally handle another task on the list of things you already had. But something in the way that Nancy stared at you with hopeful eyes tugged at your cold heart.

“How soon do you want to have this back?” you said defeatedly. The girl clapped her hands a bit before pulling you into a small hug.

“Do you think you can meet me back in the newsroom afterschool? I have this front page that I’m trying to fix up. Fred Benson tried getting it and I managed to snag it this morning.”

A whine nearly escaped out of your lips at the idea of sticking around any longer than necessary today. But Nancy is pulling that wide eyed look again and you’re slightly aware that with the lack of Jonathan around Nancy didn’t have the chance to bond like this with anyone else. And honestly, neither did you aside from the days you hung out with Robin.

“You got me for one hour after school. If you don’t like my corrections, you’ll only have sixty minutes to discuss them with me.” you warned, slipping her papers into your trapper keeper. “And you better supply me with some snacks because I’m gonna have to dig through this during lunch today.”

“Snacks will be prepared along with the editor's desk empty just for you.” she nodded, holding her binder more excitedly against her chest. “So I’ll see you then?”

“You’ve got yourself a deal, Wheeler.”

The two of you jokingly shook hands on it before Nancy made her leave for her next class. You were about to close your locker and do the same when the sound of your name being screeched came from behind you. Making you jump again.

You’re shocked to find that it’s Robin making a turn into the hallway you were in. She was using a pair of papers in her hands to wave over at you as she dashed down the hall. “Sweet, Trouble!” she panted, leaning against the locker beside you. “I’m so glad I caught you.”

“You got me.” you chuckled, patting at her back gently while she tried catching her breath. “Why the hell are you screaming my name anyway?”

“Have you had English with the Terminator?” she gasped, waving off your question.

“You mean with Mr. Terman?” you laughed, remembering someone from last year gave the poor man the moniker. “Yeah, I’ve had him before. Why? Is he trying to kill you for the sake of the future or something?”

She turned her papers to face you, showing you what looked like an essay with a big fat red D on the corner of it. You couldn’t help but reach out, reading down the small comments he had added to her work. Normally the teacher was a pain in the ass, but this seemed personal with the tiny corrections he gave.

“Geez, did you spit in his coffee or something, Robs?”

“That’s what I said!” she frowned, crossing her arms over her chest. “He’s been mad at me since I’ve started this damn class. I work three nights on that only for a D?” Wiping her hand over her tired face, she looked sad for a moment before clasping them in a prayer in front of you. “Do you love me?”

“What?”

“Do you love me?”

“Robin, duh. Of course I do.” you said using the papers to smack the top of her head. “But what does that have to do with this?”

“If you love me..you’ll tell me how to fix it.”

The groan quickly built up in your throat. Why was it suddenly this year that all your friends decided you were the wordsmith in their lives? Looking back at the notes, you frown deeply at the idea of going through everything to help fix this for her. “C’mon, Robin. How would I know how to fix this for you? What if he just gives it another fail?”

“He won’t!”

“How do you know that?”

“Because I told him that I’d get a tutor to help me fix it up today.” Her blue eyes shifted down at the papers before back at you. “I actually kinda specifically said you would help fix it up. He seemed to be okay with the idea.”

“Great, so you’re volunteering me to do things now.”

“Please!” she begged, reaching out to grab you by the shoulders. “I’ll make sure to have you home just in time for Dingus to come over and you guys can be gross and do the gross things you like to do alone.”

You rolled your eyes at her jab. At the current time you didn’t even have any plans with Steve. Let alone do ‘gross stuff’ with him. “I don’t know..I already have a lot of work tonight. Plus, I’m supposed to go over Nancy’s essay afterschool and–”

“Oh I see how it is.” she sniffled, looking away from you dramatically. “Just because you knew Nancy Wheeler first, poor ol’ Robin Buckley gets pushed aside. As if you and I weren’t stuck on an elevator with me all summer.”

“We were stuck one day.” you pointed out, feeling another tired sigh building up.

“Wasn’t it just a week when you first helped Nancy? Do I have to be in a traumatic situation with you for seven days to earn your help?” She asked with a pout quickly tugging on her face. “Because if that’s the case then—“

“Robin, stop!” You cried out, watching as her face turned from pouting to shock. Reaching for her hands you clasped them with yours and gave her a sympathetic smile. It was true that Robin wasn’t around for your first year here. But it was silly of her to think there wasn’t any time at all this summer that you didn’t bond with her enough to want to help her.

“I wanna help.” You said finally, holding the papers up. “But I already said I’d meet Nancy in the newsroom after the final bell. So I’m not sure how much I can—“

“That works out fine for me!”

“How?” You asked confused as she glanced at her watch.

“I have band practice afterschool for an hour. By the time you’re out, I can meet you at the front and get the papers back by then. We’ll be twenty minutes tops.”

Your mouth flopped open as you scrambled to understand everything. It was oddly convenient since you were already sticking around. But even then, the urge to go home would be even stronger.

“I can call dingus after lunch and tell him to pick us up. Maybe convince him to take us to dinner?.” She winked, trying to make the plan sound alluring. Which in a way it did so you defeatedly gave her a firm nod.

“Well I’d have to be an idiot to say no to that..” you nodded slowly. “I guess after band practice it is.”

Her arms engulfed you in a tight hug. Continuously thanking you for a good minute before the tardy bell rang. She quickly pulled back to dash down the hall. Waving at you with a grin on her face.

The silence that filled in after that was heavy.

The day which felt like it was going on forever was just extended by both of your friends. It made everything about the day feel suddenly overwhelming. But which one was bothering you the most?

Being late? Talking with Ms. Kelley? The essays? Why were such trivial things suddenly getting to you? It was making your mind a mess and you felt your head pulsing with a ticking noise that only grew louder. Rubbing a hand through your hair, you tried to ignore the sudden sick feeling that hit over you.

Senior year had just barely begun and it was already kicking your ass. Especially now that there was no cute Steve around to make it better.

“Those girls are working you dry, princess.”

The sudden voice caused you to gasp out loud. Being scared for the third time today was making your poor heart race. It didn’t help that Eddie was amusingly watching you from the lockers on the other side. He used the dark book in his hands to wave at you.

“Eddie!” you grinned, making the boy’s smile grow even wider. “Lovely to see you again but you do know you don’t have to sneak up on me just to talk, right?” you said ignoring the previous comment he made. “Have a good summer?”

He slinked off the metal door to saunter over to you, not really seeming to care that at this point you’re both incredibly late to whatever class you were supposed to head to. “It was pretty tame.” he shrugged lazily. “Nothing compared to yours though. Heard you were in that mess with the mall.”

“Something like that.” you chuckled nervously. Just how many people knew about that? Shaking your head, you point over to the boy with your chin. Turning the conversation around again. “Taking another stab at Senior year? Thought I’d have seen you drive off in the sunset last summer.”

“Yeah, well, looks like they got me again. Third times the charm, right?” he laughed sadly as he held up the book in his hand. You couldn’t help but frown over at the cover. Having seen that exact book in your living room the other day.

“What class are you taking here that teaches D&D?”

“Ah, shit." He scrambled to cover up the front of the book against his chest. Running a hand up to scratch against his messy curls. “You weren't supposed to see that.” he coughed before he realized. “Wait, how do you know what this is?”

You close up your locker fully now, throwing a sardonic laugh over your shoulder at his question. “I’ve only ever seen my dumb cousin and his friends play it constantly. I’m actually a little bit surprised you two haven’t crossed paths yet. Especially if you carry around books like that.”

"Wait, you have a cousin that goes here and plays D&D?”’ He made it a point to dramatically search down the hall for anyone that might be around before he turned back to you. “Where are you keeping this hidden gem, Henderson?’

“He’s a freshman so I've been steering clear of him and his disciples of nerdom.’ you said bitterly before catching his reaction. It was hard to remember that people weren’t around for this morning’s debacle.

“You okay?” he asked wearily.

“Sorry. Look, they’re not..horrible. But Dustin made me really late this morning. All because he couldn’t find his ridiculous Weird Al shirt. Something I begged him to change out of since it’s a total fashion disaster. Then there was Ms. Kelley getting on my case. Now the new assignments from my friends. My head is sort of a mess and blaming that little gremlin seems like the best thing to do.”

Eddie stood quietly for a moment, almost contemplating on how to answer all that before he stepped forward. “You know when you get annoyed your nose does this little scrunch thing?”

“Seriously?” You asked, slightly in disbelief.

He laughed a bit, giving an empathetic nod before he leaned in close. “Don’t worry, it's cute.”

There was a lingering hint of cologne and cigarettes on his clothes. A combination that used to make you queasy from dating Billy. But whatever Eddie had on seemed to be..almost pleasant.

“Anyway, thanks for the four one-one, Princess.” he smirked as he peered down at you. “Maybe I’ll see him around and take at least one problem off your hands?”

His closeness became suddenly too much and you forced yourself to slowly take a step back. “I like the sound of that.” You smiled. “Maybe you can really save the day and convince him to ditch that horrendous t-shirt.”

He nodded his head again before moving towards his original direction. The two of you hold an unusually long, but nice gaze before you remind yourself about heading over to class. Waving goodbye, you turned on your heel, ready to go when Eddie softly called out to you.

“Maybe there’s a chance I'll see you around too?”

You felt a little stumped at the question, feeling like there’s a different kind of hope to his tone. One that you haven’t quite felt from someone else in a while. “Maybe,” you shrugged, offering him a small smile. “If I’m not working on essays.”

He let out a small breathy laugh before turning away, a little skip to his step. The idea of hanging out with Eddie seemed interesting. Enough so that you were a little bit hopeful you’d talk again soon.

OCTOBER

It’s a completely new world for you with brand new changes.

For starters, having a stable job with your new friend, your other best friend leaving for California, and being in an actual loving relationship.

And with things like college applications out of the way, it definitely helped make things better over at school. Not to mention how fun things can be when your boyfriend is incredibly distracting...

“Did I ever tell you that you look good in green?”

Somehow he’s managed to get you trapped in the corner of the Documentary/Horror section. His hands snaked around the edge of your hips as he tried to casually drag you towards his chest. For five minutes now you’ve been making an attempt to put away the tapes you checked back into the store. But that was before Steve came back from his break and suddenly needed to check over your work. And way before his hand started to tug at the hem of your shirt.

“Steve, there is no way in hell that you mean this ugly green vest.” You make it a point to look down at your outfit. While your blouse from Chanel looked exceptionally cute this morning, under the neon lights and green vest of Family Video, it looked tacky.

“I think you look good in it.” he laughed, leaning close so he could peck at your cheek. “I think you’d look even better in just the green vest.” he finished, letting his breath fan against your face. You tried not to react so openly, but you couldn’t stop the flustered chuckle that fell past your lips.

“We literally have one hour left until closing.”

“Which is why I think we should close up early..”

Pushing him away gently, you ignored the whining noise he made as you kneeled down to finish placing the last few tapes away. It was always on slow nights like this that Steve tried the most to get in some action.

“We’re trying to keep our jobs, right?”

“And we will! We close up, make sure everything is clean, and then...”

“Then what? We screw in Keith’s office?” you scoffed from down below. He extended a hand out, wiggling his fingers at you until you tangled them up with yours. With a tug, he pulled you up from the floor so that he could get you close again. His other hand moved to cup around the base of your neck. Bringing you in for a slow and deep kiss. It’s deep enough that you’re still in a bit of a daze when he’s pulled back to look at you.

“Well either that or we can go in behind the curtain.” he smirked, pointing behind you to the curtain with the neon ADULT shining brightly. You scrunch your nose, a bit disturbed with the idea alone of the type of people who went past the curtain during the day.

“You are a complete horndog, Steve Harrington.”

There’s another attempt to make an escape, but Steve was smarter this time and moved his lips to your neck. Peppering kisses against the spots he knew very well you liked. The thumb on the hand still holding your neck in place began to rub at your skin, making it very hard to concentrate.

“I’m gonna kill you.” you laughed weakly, reaching a hand up to playfully push at his shoulder. Stopping the kissing assault so that you gain some sort of control over yourself.

“I am nothing but a loving–”

“Needy.”

“A loving boyfriend. Who just wants to make his gorgeous, sweet girl feel good.” He raised a brow up at you. “Don’t you wanna let me make you feel good? I can do that thing you like. Let me do that thing you like.”

You let out a small giggle, needing to get away from Steve and his sweet temptations before you gave in. But that only made him eager to make you trap you even more, wrapping his hands against your hips to press you lightly into the video displays. He was about to lean in for another kiss when the sound of the door’s front bell rang.

“Hey, do you think I can get some help over here?!”

Steve let out a heavy sigh as he let you go. Giving his cheek a pat, you whisper for him to finish up your stack of tapes before heading over to the counter.

“Sorry about the wait, Sir. How may I help you today?” you said throwing the customer your most dazzling customer service smile. But no matter how cheery you sounded, it would seem nothing would please this man. Not with the way he was glaring at you.

“What you can do for me,” he said, slapping the tape down on the counter. “Is give me my money back for having borrowed this terrible movie.”

The loud snap scared you a bit, but you managed to keep your composure intact. Grabbing the tape, you take one glance at the name before internally groaning.

Terms of Endearment in bright cursive font stared up at you innocently. Leave it for a bozo like this to listen to Robin of all people for a movie choice that he clearly wouldn’t enjoy.

“This..is a great choice.” you said honestly. “Amazing cast, riveting plot, and–”

“And a total snooze fest!” he cried out as he leaned against the counter. “My girlfriend was so bored that she ditched me halfway in.”

“Not a Shirley MacLaine fan?” you chuckled, still trying to ease the tension. But all that did was make him more mad as he flared out air through his nose. “Look, sir. While I apologize on behalf of the store, Family Video’s return policy doesn’t offer back refunds just because you didn’t like that movie.”

His glare turned even worse at your reply. “Excuse me?”

“You’re free to exchange it for another movie if you want, but the money stays here. It wouldn’t be fair for our business to issue back money for every movie you didn’t like.”

“It was shit!”

“So was Fast Times at Ridgemont High but I still had to put up with promoting that movie so–”

“Listen, you dumb bitch. Are you hearing me? You guys give shit movies. Now give me back my money!”

Whatever reserve you had been holding in instantly shut down the moment the words came out of his mouth. He was no longer a customer, but a buffoon invading the store. It breaks through your composer enough for the anger to come out. “That’s funny, I’ve never been called dumb before.”

“Why am I even wasting my time with you!? Give me my goddamn money back!”

“I’ll tell you what we can give you,” Steve said, suddenly emerging from the back. His breath was heavy as he stepped up beside you, moving closer to the register that had him almost acting like a wall between you and the customer. “How about a permanent ban from Family Video?”

From the side you could tell how angry he was from the way his brows were furrowed. It was the angriest you’ve seen Steve in a while now. The last time being when the two of you were dealing with Billy last fall. Like before you’re taken back by it. O ddly flustered that this was for your sake again.

“W-what?” the guy sputtered, not expecting this kind of fire thrown back at him. “No. That’s not what I want! I just want my damn three bucks.”

“Three bucks?” Steve laughed sarcastically. “Harassing our best employee over three bucks and a movie? That’s against store rules.”

He leaned over to press down at the register, making the cash drawer pop open. Getting three bucks, he slapped it over the counter and clicked on the movie title with the mouse “Ooh.” he cooed, tutting at the computer screen. “Looks like you’ve actually returned this a day late, champ. That’s a three dollar late charge.”

He quickly snatched back the money and threw it back into the register with a grin on his face. Without hesitation, he clicked over the man’s name on the screen before deleting his name from the store’s registry. Your jaw slacked at the blinking deleted text on the screen. Not thinking Steve would even go as far as to go through with the threat. It was so ballsy, so quick.

It was also insanely hot.

“Y-you can’t just do that, you little shit!”

“Sorry man, looks like the good times at Family Video are over for you.” He walked around the counter, moving to stand before the man as he sized him up. “I’d say if you want better choices you can try Blockbuster.”

“Oh come on! They charge up the ass there!”

“Then your only choices are to give her an apology, change up your attitude, and leave. Then maybe I’ll consider letting you register again with us next week.”

The man’s nostrils flared as he let out another frustrated huff of air. Looking down at the tape that’s still on the counter in disbelief before he finally turned to look at you. “Sorry.” he muttered quietly. Not seemingly too keen on saying the words.

But Steve was quick to catch onto that and cleared his throat before leaning in closer, holding a hand to his ear. “I’m sorry.” he said loudly with a slight pleading tone. Steve scoffed a bit at that before he looked over at you. Raising a brow for your signal of approval.

You feigned mulling over the man’s apology before figuring it was the best either one of you would get tonight. “It’ll do.” you said calmly, pursing your lips. “Now leave.”

“You heard the lady.” Steve chimed in after, making his way over to the door. “Beat it.”

The man grumbled to himself, keeping his arms at his sides in fists as he stalked out the door. It oddly resembled an angry toddler more than a grown man. But you didn’t take too much of a glance as your eyes wandered over to Steve who was still at the door. Keeping it open as he stepped out to make sure the man left the entire premises.

The back of his muscles were rippling through his polo, causing your eyes to drift over the expanse of his back as he stood guard for the store. You couldn’t hold back your urges anymore.

Quietly, you made your way around the counter. Moving to stand just behind Steve as he closed up the door. You weaved around him and turned the lock over, making sure that on one could get back inside the store.

“Honey, you okay?” he asked, confused. “He’s not coming back in.”

“I’m not locking up because of him.” you said simply as you turned Steve to face you. Pushing his vest out of the way, you allow your hands to scratch up the front of his chest, stopping just at the collar of his shirt. “I’m making sure the doors are locked so that you can take me into the office in the back and let me show you how much that whole thing turned me–.”

Steve doesn’t let you finish as he quickly leaned down to press his lips against yours. Feverishly pulling your body to flush against his. Your hands moved up from his shirt collar to wrap around his neck so you could deepen the kiss.

“Let’s go.” He said against your lips when pulling back to breathe. You don’t argue and turn around to dash to the private office in the back, working on the buttons of your top before Steve did something stupid like rip them off in the name of passion.

The back office was a small room. Only big enough for a regular sized desk and a creaky old chair that Keith loved to lounge on. There’s a couple of papers of stock invoices left on the desk but you carefully chuck them inside one of the drawers before feeling Steve come up behind you.

“If I recall,” Steve muttered into your ear as he pressed his front against your back. “You wanted to show me something?” Feeling him so close to you now had you taking in his clean, crisp, cologne scent with a hint of musk that had you going wild these days. And honestly, as much as you liked to pick on Steve for always being horny, it’d be a lie if you said you weren’t the same with him as well sometimes.

The lines of his muscles and ridges were curving around your backside. Making you want to curl around to wrap around him. He had other ideas and moved his arms to wrap around you instead. One of his hands snaked into your open top so he could cup at your breast. It made your breath hitch as you tried to answer him.

“Yeah, I wanted to show how thankful I am.” you whispered, trying to control the moan that wanted to emerge already.

“Thankful?” he cooed softly. “You’re thankful for me doing my job?” The smirk is evident in his voice without having to look at it yourself. Steve was definitely getting off on the idea of having you turned on by his heroics.

But you didn’t care. In this case, he’d be right.

“I am.” you said more clearly this time. “Especially when we both know I could have handled that myself.”

He pulled you in tighter, pressing the front of his groin against your backside now. “I know, you would have made him cry if it got bad enough.” He rubbed the tips of his fingers against the pebble of your nipple, flickering with the sensitive skin before he pinched it lightly, earning a soft gasp from you. “But if you thought for a second that I’d let anyone talk to my girl like that, you’re wrong.”

He kept the hand changing from pinching to rubbing at your breast while the other slid down your front. Brushing over the front of your stomach before he got to the button of your jeans. It’s only a second for him to single handedly get the buttons and zipper loose.

“No one gets to talk to me like that?” you asked, panting at the slight sensation going at your chest right now. It didn’t help that for once having your partner use such possessive words would actually do something to you.

“No one.” he confirmed, as his lips started to nip at the vein of your neck.

You tipped your head back to rest against the base of his neck and shoulder. Giving him room now to not only press his lips better at your skin, but to get a view at what he was doing to your body. The whole thing was so intimate and slow and you were embarrassed by how needy your body was turning.

Like he heard the thoughts in your mind, he gently pushed into the front of your panties. Trailing down until he was able to cup around your pussy. “Steve,” you whispered, wriggling a bit in anticipation. “I want you.”

“You have me.” he chuckled lightly. “I just wanted to see how damn wet you are.” He pushed two of his fingers now to brush at your clit. Twirling lightly at the small slick of arousal that had begun to build once you were held in his arms. The area is already so sensitive from how horny you were and now Steve’s light teasing was going to get the better of you.

You’d be more embarrassed about all of that if Steve didn’t moan at the touch. Letting himself play with your pussy like it was his own toy to mess with. When you couldn’t stop wriggling from the light touches, he moved on to what you really wanted.

Circling the two fingers against your sensitive bud one last time before he finally inched down to slip them inside of you. A heavy moan escaped your throat finally. Giving into the sensation starting to heat up within your body.

“I can’t believe how turned on that made you.” he sighed, moving the hand from your breast to slowly flow up to your neck. “So wet all because I was doing my job as your boyfriend.” The hand wrapped around your neck and you’re a bit excited at the idea of him actually doing the thing he promised earlier.

“So wet.” you whimpered, bringing a hand up to place on top of his. He took that as an approving signal and wrapped his fingers around your throat, giving it a tighter hold.

“Just for me, huh?” he grunted into your ear, keeping the pace quick as he fucked his fingers inside of you. There’s a small wet noise as his hand slapped against the skin. Sounding awfully sinful in a place you both are supposed to be just working at. But you don’t care, not when Steve is starting to hit the right spot and his hand is getting tighter around your throat.

“Fuck, Steve!” you choked out, feeling light headed from Steve’s relentless fingering. His long fingers were stroking at your wet walls perfectly. Crooking at just the right angle that was making you weak in the knees.

“God I wish you could see how good you look right now, honey.” Steve whispered back, enjoying the pleading tone in your voice. With every grasp to your throat, the walls of your pussy tightened around his fingers. He changed things up by using the heel of his hand to press down on your clit every other stroke. Creating a stimulation that has you rolling your eyes to the back of your head.

“So close.” you gasped, writhing beneath his hold. He took that as a sign to speed up, letting his pace go at such a speed that you were practically bouncing on top of his hand.

“Oh honey,” he panted, “my hand is practically soaked.”

You turned your head up, angling towards his so that you were able to press your lips against his. Quickly, he turned the sweet kiss into a hot open mouth kiss. Petting the tip of your tongue with his until he swirled it against the walls of your mouth. It made your mind spin like crazy. His kiss, touch, body, all of it, gave you an overload of sensations. It’s only a few more thrusts from his hand that you’re spasming against him in a hard orgasm.

He dropped the hand from around your throat to hold you tightly. Making sure you don’t fall to the ground as you crumpled into ecstasy.

“Such a pretty girl.” he chuckled against your mouth. The air is hot and you’re trying to inhale Steve’s scent like it’s the only oxygen left. “Think you got one more for me?”

You’re so drunk on the orgasm he just gave you, that you’re barely able to nod your head. Weakly giving him a peck on the lips as the signal to continue. He gently pulled his hand out from your pants, turning your body around so that you could stand before him.

The look in his eyes is dark and hungry. But before he could do anything else, you reached out to wrap your arms around his neck. Dragging him in for another kiss before things got crazy again.

“I’m supposed to show you how that made me feel.” you pointed out, when you pulled back. Steve doesn’t seem to care as he pulled you up a bit to reach for the line of your jeans. Helping tug them down enough that he’s able to reach down and get one of your legs out. Apparently he’s on a mission of some sorts as it’s the soaked panties he discarded next.

You shyly crossed your legs a bit as he helped push the rest of you on the desk. Letting your backside rest more comfortable and give him a better space to check you out. “You can just show me instead.” he said simply, rubbing gently at your thighs before he pushed them open exposing your bare core for him. “You can also let me taste how that made you feel.”

With a slack jaw, you watched as Steve kneeled before you. Pressing loving kisses against the inner corner of your thighs before he gradually moved to your pussy. The slick of your arousal was still clear on the lips of your skin and Steve wasted no time in licking them up.

A shiver runs through you and you try to control the small whine that wanted to fall out from having him lick around such a sensitive area. But that failed the moment he began to suck gently at the center bud, making you reach down to tug at the ends of his hair.

“Steve,” you gasped, giving a hard tug. “Please.”

“I know, baby.” he said against your lips. Not yet coming back up right away. “Just needed to make sure I tasted every bit.”

The gloss of your arousal was all over his lips and you couldn’t help but moan at how much he seemed to be enjoying himself. Switching between licking and sucking on areas of your pussy that had the heat returning to your body.

Having enough of him toying with you again, you reached down and pulled his face towards you again to steal another kiss. Tasting both yourself and a bit of Steve before letting him go with a grunt to him. You needed him in you and you needed him now. He caught on to that and reached for the front of his pants, undoing his belt and buttons until he was able to get his jeans to fall down his hips.

The sight of his hard erection had you licking over your lips. He was red, swollen, and leaking from the tip with a bit of precum. Reaching between you, you grabbed onto the base of his cock. Brushing your thumb over the tip gently to coat up the glossy cum before bringing it up to your lips for a taste. He watched in awe as he grabbed the member back in his hands.

“Taste good?” he grunted, stroking at the base. You watched as he jerked his wrist up and down, getting the erection to full attention. It was oddly distracting.

“So good.” you whispered, almost wanting to forgo everything else to get down on your knees for him. But seeing as Steve was already wedging himself between your legs, you’d have to pin that idea down for another time.

You felt the tip of his cock brush against your wet folds, coating it for lubricant before he slowly and smoothly thrusted into you. “Yes.” you sighed, blissfully. Eyes closed as you feel every part of your body react to feeling full again. Any aches were gone with and replaced with the pleasure of having Steve in you again.

“Been thinking about this all day.” he groaned, rubbing his hand to wrap around your lower back. “Need to be in you all the damn time.”

“Steve, move, please.” you begged.

He shushed you gently. Leaning forward so that he could pepper kisses against the side of your face, neck and shoulder. Then finally, he began to thrust his hips, slowly pushing in and out of you. Another gasp fell past your lips and you placed your hands against the nape of his neck reaching up to tug at the ends of his hair.

Steve grunted from the tug and tightened his hold on you, digging the tips of his fingers into your skin as he began to drive harder against you The pace became so fast that the sound of his skin slapping against yours, mixed with the wet sounds of your pussy being pounded by his cock, turned the room obscenely loud. Between the shared body heat between you two, the air grew hot, and you could feel it hard to breathe. But the need for release from the two of you seemed to make both you guys ignore it in order to be close.

In fact, your mind was so frazzled, you almost couldn’t make out what Steve was trying to say to you.

“..f’cken..gon..a cu–.”

“What?” you gasped, trying again to listen to his grunts.

“Fuckin’ gonna cum, honey.” he said again. “Let me feel you cum around me.”

Nodding your head, you wrapped your legs around him, bringing his waist closer to yours until you could feel him finally fill you all the way in. It has the both of you letting out a moan together, pausing to enjoy the new sensation before Steve started to rut against you again.

The desk beneath you made an annoying squeaking noise as it was rhythmically being pushed in place from the thrusts from Steve. But neither of you seemed to care enough about it as you both rocked together to reach climax.

Steve brought a hand up from your hip so that he could slide it down between you. The pad of his thumb brushing over the slick on his cock before he brought it up to circle around your clit. Creating another stimulation that has you keening with pleasure. “Fuck, Steve! Don’t stop, I’m so close!” you gasped, back arching as you felt your pussy tightened around him.

It caused Steve to let out a gasp himself as he tried to focus on the double assault he was giving to your pussy. Keeping up with rubbing and pushing at the same time. “Come for me,” he whispered through gritted teeth. “Fuckin’ come for me, honey.”

The sudden demand took over your body and you felt your eyes roll to the back of your head as you fell into the blinding pleasure. A small tremor followed your rocking and you held onto Steve’s arms as you cried out from everything that had been building up. It didn’t take long for his hands to fall back to your hips, gripping tightly as he gave one hard thrust forward.

A guttural growl fell past his lips as he came. Hot ropes of his cum shooting inside you while he pressed his body tightly against yours.

Steve continued to thrust lazily, helping you both ride out the remnants of your orgasms. His hands rubbed lightly over your hips and backside soothingly. Giving your body some love until he finally ceased his movements. Letting his head fall a bit to rest against your shoulder so he could catch his breath.

“Holy shit.” he gasped softly. Hot breath fanning over your exposed skin. “That was..”

“Intense?”

“Hot.”

You chuckled a bit before carefully snuggling into his arms. Needing to have some of Steve’s sweeter side after having such a crazy few moments just now. He reached his arms up to wrap around you. Engulfing you into a more comfortable type of heat.

Moving your head, you nuzzle against his pecs and listen to the slight thump of his heartbeat. It’s still beating so fast but it brings you comfort instantly. He brought a hand up to brush down the bits of your hair that became frazzled before tipping your chin to make you look up at him.

There was a look in his warm eyes that had your heart beating fast. You were happily selfish to know that he would only look at you like this. Similar thoughts must have ran through Steve’s mind because he suddenly grinned, taking in a deep breath before he leaned to press a sweet kiss to your lips. “I love you.” he said suddenly, thumb brushing at your jawline now. “A lot.”

The words still have such a heavy affect on you after all this time. Making you feel flushed and flustered again. “I love you, too.” You said softly, placing your hand over his. “Especially since you did that thing I like.”

Now it’s Steve’s turn to get flustered, making him shake his head before giving you another kiss. With that distraction, he reached between the two of you and gently eased himself out from your core. The tip of his cock brushed over your swollen puffy lips, coating them in your mixed juices. You broke apart from the kiss with a small gasp. You could tell from the small smirk on Steve's lips he was pretty pleased with the sight. But he didn’t say anything other than let go of himself to gently caress at the places his hands had pressed down on too hard.

“Sorry I can’t help clean that up right now.” he sighed.

“It’s fine. I’ll shower when you drop me off at Robin’s.” you said, reaching down to help tuck him into his pants. He bounced a bit from your touch but let you finish up.

“Oh, is that where I’m taking you after this?” he chuckled, helping reach over for your underwear and jeans. It’s more of a struggle getting you back into your clothes. Especially with how sweaty you were. But eventually you’re climbing off the desk with pants on again.

“Well those were my original plans.” you answered finally, buttoning up the front of your shirt. “I was gonna finish work, get in a quick makeout session, and convince you to drop me off.” Pointing over at him, you give a small frowning pout. “Would’ve been a perfect plan but you got greedy.”

“Greedy?”

“Yes.”

“I thought I was your hero?” he asked, raising a brow as he helped adjust the vest over your shirt. “Wasn’t that how we ended up here?”

“Well yes,” you agreed. “But I was thinking of something along the lines of head or a hand job. But then you came in and let your little sneaking hands have their fun. Which led to more craziness and now I’m gonna go to Robin’s looking incredibly messy. She’s gonna tease me all night!”

“Incredibly messy? Don’t you mean freshly fucked?”

If you knew it wouldn’t give Steve an ego boost, you’d cover up your face from his dirty words. Knowing how flustered they truly made you feel. But he’s already with a big head tonight.

“God,” You said, crossing your arms instead. “You’re terrible!”

Steve laughed a bit at your dramatic words before nodding his head. “You’re right. I’m the worst.” He reached out to cup at your cheek, looking at you with such adoration that you can’t stop the smile from tugging at your lips. “I guess I should make up for that with a ride to Buckley’s.”

“A ride would be great.” you sniffed wrapping your arms around his waist to hug him lightly. “Though, if we maybe hurry...I can still show you what I wanted to do to you in your car..”

Steve's face changed quickly from content, back to excited with your lingering promise. Without saying much he pressed a quick kiss to your lips. “Let’s go!” he practically sang, reaching down for your hand so he could lead you out. But you’re quick to stop him, giving him a puzzled look.

“Uh Steve, honey? You forgetting something?”

“What’s that?”

“We still have to close and clean up…everything.”

“Shit.”

THE NEXT DAY

“I’m just saying, you two shouldn’t be allowed to close the store with each other anymore if that’s what you guys do with spare time.”

Steve let out a tired groan, gripping onto his wheel tightly as he shook his head at his friend’s words. It’s been ten minutes of Robin’s jabs and your poor boyfriend was slowly losing his patience. Ever since she caught the two of you giving a more affectionate type of greeting this morning, she hasn’t stopped talking about it since. Much to Steve’s dismay.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” he lied, acting like Robin had no context clues as to what you two did once you had arrived at her doorstep last night.

“Oh? So you guys didn’t have sex at the store?”

“That’s a serious accusation, Robin.” you chimed in, trying to stick with your boyfriend and act like the smeared makeup on your face was from something else. “Steve and I are respectful, hard working, employees who would never do such a thing at a workplace.”

From your passenger mirror, you could see Robin give you an exasperated look. “I think you guys are forgetting that I was stuck with the two of you in your summer heat at Scoops.” She leaned forward to give you a scrunched up look of disgust. “You’re part of the reason why I had to start timing Steve’s break times.”

You can’t help but giggle a little bit at the memory. There was definitely no excuse to cover up those times, but a part of you knew you couldn’t give in to her teasing just yet. Reaching around her you slapped lightly at Steve’s arm for help.

“That was uh, us trying to gain control over our emotions. You know..connecting and uh talking..”

Robin snorted at that, sitting back against her seat as she shook her head at the two of you. Turning over, you give a small sympathetic smile to your friend. Not quite wanting to fully annoy her. “When you get a boyfriend this year, you’ll see how hard it is to keep control of your emotions.”

What was supposed to be taken lightly seemed to affect Robin differently. Her eyes shifted side to side before landing on something behind you. Before you could glance at what it was, you felt Steve patting at your thigh. Getting you to sit back against your seat.

“Buckley’s gonna tough out her time in Hawkins single.” Steve said lightly, looking at his friend through the mirror for a moment. Something flickered over his face as he raised a brow at the girl. “That is unless she’s changed her mind from our last conversation?”

“No!” Robin bellowed quickly, rubbing her hands over her face. “I’m not interested in dating right now, thank you.”

You frowned a bit, confused as to when the two of them had an in depth conversation about dating that you weren’t aware of. Sure, they worked together alone without you. But one of them would usually bring up something at a later time to include you..

“So there’s no guy in your grade that you’ve had your eye on?” you asked slowly, trying to keep your curiosity at bay. “Because if there is, I can totally and subtly set you up. Ask Steve, I’m really good at it!”

“You are, honey. But Robin isn’t into anyone right now.”

“How do you know? She hasn’t said–”

“I just do!” he said quickly, making the car become quiet. You’re painfully aware of how much your words are the threatening tone that’s causing the disturbance that Steve’s trying to get rid of. He was never so defensive over anything with you. Not even when he was your ‘enemy’ did he ever push you out of something.

So what the hell was so different this time?

“That’s odd. Since when the hell did you suddenly become so defensive over Robin’s dating life?”

Steve’s jaw slacked a bit as he continued to drive. There’s a venom to your tone that hasn’t had to come out in so long. But you couldn’t help but feel there was something being kept from you. And by the two people you were considering close friends.

The blunt question threw him off a bit, but he quickly shook his head. “How is it odd with me but okay with you?”

You crossed your arms over your chest. “For starters, I’ve been known to meddle in people’s love lives. I’m a pretty good wingman.”

“Congratulations, Cupid. But this might be a time your services aren’t needed.” he chuckled, trying to ease you into joking around again. But you couldn’t help but frown even more. You opened your mouth, ready to ask why he was trying to put a stop to your work when Robin leaned forward again.

“I had a friend who liked me back in Sophomore year. It didn’t end up well.” she looked solely at you now, giving you almost a pleading look. “It’s kinda put me off on dating highschool boys..”

“Yeah, which is why it’s probably best if we just drop the subject.” Steve added right after.

It was almost dumb for either of them to think that you’d so easily ignore not only the subtle lies in their voices, but the fact that there were things and conversations you weren’t even aware of.

At this point you didn’t know whether to be insulted as a friend, girlfriend, or a regular nosy bitch. But since the car turned down the familiar road to the school, you knew you wouldn’t have enough time to dive into another round of questions.

“Well, thanks for the ride, dingus.” Robin chuckled awkwardly once the car had stopped. “I’ll uh see you later.”

She quickly opened up her door, grabbed her things and got out of the car. Sensing that things between you and Steve weren’t done just yet. The door slammed quickly and you kept your gaze on the dashboard before Robin turned around to stick her head through the window. Giving you a small but hopeful smile.

“I promise that the very moment I wanna date again...you’ll be the first person I go to. Okay?”

Her attempt to mend your mood does bring a small smile to your face. You give her a small nod before letting her walk off to enter inside the school. Steve shut off the engine with a small smile. Probably already in his own thoughts about what you were going to say now that you were alone. But the petty girl inside of you wants to leave him to mull over those thoughts alone.

“I’ll see you later.” you muttered, unbuckling your seatbelt. Reaching for the door, you were about to open it up before Steve shot across to keep you from doing so. Sputtering your name until you let go of the handle to lean back against your seat.

“Seriously? You’re just gonna leave like that?” he asked incredulously before sitting back. “What’s wrong?” he asked carefully, extending his hand out for you. The mean girl that wants to be cruel to him is gone, and you have to remind yourself that you were just happily gooey in love with him not fifteen minutes ago.

“I’m...upset.” you got out eventually ignoring the peace offering of his hand to keep your arms in your lap.

“Why? Because of Robin?”

“Yes!..No..Yes and no. I’m mad at the both of you.”

He visibly gulped, looking at you for a moment before he dropped his gaze down. “Why would you be upset? I was just trying to help Robin out. She’s not ready for that kinda stuff. She’s not like us, baby.”

“She is perfectly normal to date.” you said ignoring the pet name. “What’s not normal is how adamant you are about her not dating.”

Steve frowned, shaking his head slowly turning in his seat to face you better. “Honey, I’m only sticking up for her because I know she won’t. Lord knows I’m barely able to tell you no. She wouldn’t have a fighting chance.”

There’s a bit of truth to his words. But something is still off. A flicker of worry comes into your mind. Something you haven’t thought about once since becoming friends with him last winter. But a deep angry voice kept flooding one question in your mind.

..he’s never been so off with you.. (tick)

Steve wouldn’t lie to you, would he?

..yes, he would.. (tock)

A brush of a finger to your cheek pulled you out of your dreadful mind. Steve had moved in closer now, using the console between you as a way to lean towards your face. His hand was touching your face gently and carefully. “I’m sorry if what I said made you uncomfortable.” he mumbled softly, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “I sometimes forget you might not be around for every conversation I have with Robin. I promise it’s just me looking out for her, okay?”

While you knew that whatever bullshit detector was going off about this whole thing with Robin. It definitely wasn’t with Steve's words. He really did care about Robin in the same way you would with Jonathan. You had to give him the same benefit he would for you.

Keeping up with that previous worrisome mind would be an awful way to start school. So you settle for pushing down that venom in order to make peace. For now.

“Okay. I’m sorry..I believe you.”

He seemed pleased with your slight deception and leaned to cup at your cheek. “You know, you’re kinda cute when you get mad. Sitting there with a pout and frown on your face.”

“Keep going, your highness.” you warned with no real threat.

He took his chances of having your mood been lightened up to give a sweet kiss to your lips. It had the same warmth from the one this morning and your body doesn’t waste its time relaxing into it.

“Wanna skip school?” He mumbled against you, seemingly unable to pull himself away from your face now that things were better.“ Got an idea of what we can do right now.”

That brought out a laugh from you, forcing you to be the one to pull back to look at him properly.

“After that car ride I feel I should make you work towards getting some alone time with me again.” You teased lightly watching a small pout form on his face. You reached out and gently rubbed at his plump pink lips with your thumb.

“I’m willing to put in the work, boss.” He smiled, making you need to kiss him stupid again. Leave it to only a couple of seconds of alone time to get you out of your bad mood.

“I might have some spare time later on for you then.”

You watched as the smile on his face turned into a wide grin. Cheeks round and rosy from his excitement.

“Tonight.” He said out of breath. Reaching up to pull at your hands in order to press kisses against the palms inside. “I’m gonna take you out. Make it up to ya with food, more kisses, and maybe that thing you like again.”

“Oh.” You giggled with a nod. “I’m gonna hold you onto that.”

He’s almost insatiable when he dove in for another deep kiss that had your stomach doing somersaults. Thankfully, Steve managed to pull away in order to look at the time on the dashboard clock. “I’ll see you later.” He smirked, letting you finally leave the car.

It took only a few seconds of gaining the courage to leave his side before you finally did. Waving him off as he made his leave to work. Hopefully without any annoying customers this time.

Nancy, who had been waiting patiently in front of the school, joined your side when you made your way to the front doors. “You know, I always thought I’d feel awkward seeing you and Steve finally together. But I don’t.”

“Well, thanks, I guess?”

She laughed a bit, nudging you with her shoulder. “I was worried about it. But after seeing you guys a couple of times I’m more than sure now you guys really are good for each other.”

“Good for each other.” You repeated. Still slightly skeptical of her words.

“Yeah, you guys are actually so infatuated with one other in a sickeningly sweet kind of way. It’s kinda nice.”

“Kinda nice or kinda gross?” you teased, making her shake her head worriedly before you held up your hand to stop her worrying. “I’m joking, Nance. I know Steve and I are sort of..a lot these days. But he makes me happy.”

“I know! And I’m happy that you’re happy, truly.” she insisted. You smile and nod before leading the two of you into the threshold of the front doors. “There is just one thing I’ve kinda been curious about.”

“How good is our sex life?” you joked, making her blue eyes go wide.

“No.” she coughed a bit, flustered at the question. “It’s uh, well, you’re close to Robin now, right?”

“Yeah.” you answered honestly. “Maybe not as close as her and Steve apparently. But I consider us close.” You moved to go towards your lockers, prying open the door to collect your things.

“So you aren’t weirded out about that? Don’t they work together without you sometimes?”

You frown over at Nancy, confused where she was getting at with her questions. Not only because it was odd for her to point out, but also because of their horribly timed arrival. It was almost like she knew what went on in the car just now.

“They close together and sometimes work in the morning on the weekends. But we all hang out a lot when we get the chance. And I just found out Robin isn’t currently looking to date at the moment so it looks like she’s our third wheel for the time being. Why the cross-examination?”

Having someone as naturally curious as Nancy Wheeler, have her thoughts be on the subject of your boyfriend and other friend definitely wasn’t helping squash your growing current insecurity.

“Right. I’m sorry.” she said quickly, closing the door to her locker. Her eyes were wide and shifting over the area. “It’s nothing, I guess I’m just not used to Steve having friends who are girls.”

“He’s had friends who are girls before, Nance..”

“Yeah, you.”

“Yeah, so?”

“Now you guys are dating.” You’re about to point out how that was completely different before she held up her hands defensively. “It was just a small, passing, thought! If you say you’re good, then you’re good. If I’m being honest, I guess it’s mostly just me that feels a little bit skeptical about their friendship. And that’s mostly because it’s been a couple of months since Starcourt and I have no idea who Robin really is.”

You glanced down the hall towards the school bulletin boards. Watching as Robin looked over the new flyers posted up. You’ve hung out closely with her for four months now and even consider her a good friend. The two of you have bonded over different things that didn’t even involve Steve.

So why was it suddenly after one morning of hearing her and Steve tag team against you, that you feel there might be something you don’t know about her?

“Let’s go.” Nancy said, softly. “There’s this article I’ve been working on about gaining equality at this school that I want you to read. If it’s good enough maybe we can convince Fred to let me get it on the cover instead of his piece on the mystery meat served last week.”

Your gaze followed Robin as she left the hall. Smile on her face as she disappeared from your sight.

“It’s not the only mystery around here.”

A/N: If you’ve managed to read through all that mess I love you. It’s been so hard for me in the rl lately to be able to write and continue this. But I missed writing these two out so much and there’s so much stuff I need to set up for the actual plot of the show to come in. So enjoy these sort of longer chapters along the way. I hope you guys are ready for the drama coming up!

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x henderson reader #steve harrington x henderson!reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x female reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x henderson reader #eddie munson x henderson!reader #cac #fluff #angst #smut #it's so long im sorry

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eddiemunsonssoulmate · 3 years

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Harder than the liquor I pour

Pairing: JJ x Reader

Word Count: 2.4k

Summary: After losing his best friend, JJ has trouble coping with the loss.

Warnings: Mention of alcohol abuse, mentions of panic attacks

Available on: AO3

A/N: Just a short piece because I couldn’t get it out of my head how JJ was gripping his chest during the first episode. Poor boy :(

You hadn’t been able to find him for the last three days.

Three days too many, you were worried about him and had looked all over the island for him.

You checked all of his usual places and he was nowhere to be found. Not even a single sign of him. Hell, you even asked Luke about him but of course that douchebag of a father didn’t know where his own son was at. Something you had expected but the worry in your bones made you do stupid decisions.

The wind was blowing through your hair as you rode your bike through the last bit of light the sun would give you.

The first day that he didn’t answer your text or came to visit you, you thought he maybe needed some space.

The second day he had been missing you had asked Pope and Kie if they knew anything but they also came up empty handed. Kiara had been grounded by her parents and Pope had been busy helping out his father, both of them trying to deal with the grief in their own way, so they couldn’t help you look. It was unusual but you would just do it on your own then.

Today, on the third day, you grew really worried. JJ was normally obsessed with you, in a good way of course. He kept coming over, wanting to talk to you and even after the loss of his best friend he had been at your house for multiple nights so you could give each other comfort.

And suddenly, no JJ to be found anymore.

You called his name out multiple times, looking left and right of the road, almost hoping you would just find him passed out in some ditch as long as he was alive and you could finally have him in your arms again.

He had been struggling ever since the accident. They hadn’t declared John B and Sarah as dead long after that. It had ripped him apart. You were hurting too but you only joined the Pogues later so you didn’t know them for too long, didn’t grow up with them. You did grow up with Sarah though but didn’t see her often, you had only gotten close when she joined the Pogues too.

You got off your bike, backside starting to hurt from using it all day long. A frustrated sigh left your throat as you pulled around to the Chateau, not in the mood to go home where no one would be waiting for you. Your parents were out on some business trip, thinking you would be okay and they would be back when school started. That’s at least what they had said, who knew when they would really be back.

A frown was forming on your forehead when you saw light at the old house. You threw your bike to the ground and walked over to the entrance, hope swelling in your breast.

“JJ? Is that you?” You asked carefully, not wanting to get stabbed by a robber. Not that there was anything to rob in here.

“y/n?” The voice came from the bathroom and you walked over there with fast steps. JJ’s voice sounded hoarse and when you saw him, he was kneeling over the toilet, pale as a white wall.

“What happened?” You asked him when you kneeled down beside him. He was just hanging over the toilet, one arm on the top, his face sweaty, hair wet.

“Don’t know, you tell me,” he replied with a stupid grin, eyes half hooded as if he wasn’t really present. A whiff of alcohol came rushing towards you as soon as he had opened his mouth and you coughed.

“I think you had too much, buddy.” You ran a hand through his hair, holding the strands between your fingers for a moment. He was really just covered in sweat. “Come here.”

You reached under his arms and tried to lift him up but he had trouble standing.

“I’m fine,” he mumbled and pushed you away with more force than you expected. You almost stumbled over but were able to keep it together.

“JJ, I was looking for three days for you. Where have you been?” You asked him as you followed his weak figure to the bedroom he used to stay in where he sat down on the bed. Around the room were empty cans of different kinds of alcohol.

“Here, there, everywhere,” he said with a grin and started to giggle. He did act stupid when he had been drinking but you’ve never seen him drinking this much. Normally it was just beer but there was some pretty hard stuff around here and he seemed to have mixed them together in his body.

“You really need to rest.” You chose to ignore his stupid answer, he didn’t seem able to have a normal conversation with you about his whereabouts right now anyway.

“Why?” He asked as if he didn’t know what was going on. As if he wasn’t drunk out of his ass.

“Because you’re drunk as hell, your whole body is covered in sweat, you’ve been missing for three days and you just clogged the toilet with your puke.” You listed these things while trying not to sound mad or worried. He shouldn’t focus on your emotions right now but on his own.

“Oh so that means I need rest? Maybe I just needed to get away for a while,” he said with a shrug and grabbed a full can of beer which you quickly snatched out of his hand.

Within a moment he was standing right in front of you, invading your personal space and looking quite angry. He wasn’t standing straight by any means, swaying a bit.

You clenched your jaw and shook your head. “No more alcohol.”

He growled at you and shook his head, trying to take the can from you.

“y/n, come on. I need it,” he said through gritted teeth and you raised an eyebrow at him.

“Why? Is that what you’ve been doing the last few days? Just drinking wherever you were? It’s not a solution,” you told him with a stern voice, shaking his head slightly to underline your point.

“If you had paid attention in chemistry, you would know that alcohol is definitely a solution.” He grinned smugly at you and this time you were raising both eyebrows in disbelief.

“I can’t even remember the last time you have attended chemistry class,” you huffed out, trying not to laugh out of frustration.

“Maybe I’m just smart.” He leaned down close to your lips but you knew he was just trying to reach around your body so he could get the can from behind your back, so you took a step backwards and heard him growl in frustration.

“You for sure are, I wish you’d acknowledge that more often.” Pope had probably told him that whole solution thing at some point. It at least sounded like something that would come from him. Which didn’t mean that JJ wasn’t smart of course, he really was but often his instinct kicked in before his brain did and he ended up making stupid choices.

“Please, rest,” you pleaded with him and he pouted at you before letting himself fall back on the bed behind him.

His eyes were full of sadness and his face was tired. You felt so bad for him, especially because he would have the worst hangover tomorrow.

“If you don’t, I’ll have to tie you down, you know?” You added the words quickly, not wanting to see the sadness in his eyes anymore. You couldn’t handle it when he was so sad that it was tearing you apart too but sadly, this had been the case too often.

“Fine,” he groaned and lay down, turning his back towards you.

For a long moment you just stood there before placing the can on the shelf behind you. You then took a few steps forward to him and grabbed the nearby blanket, throwing it over him and putting it up to his neck.

Suddenly his hand grabbed yours and his warm hand wrapped around yours, cold rings pressing against your skin.

“You gonna stay?” His voice sounded almost unsure but you just let out a little happy snort before giving him a nod which he wasn’t able to see.

“Sure will. Now sleep.” You leaned down and pressed a kiss to his temple. “We’ll talk tomorrow.”

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He had been strangely quiet this morning. You weren’t sure if it was because he felt bad for last night or because he had a massive hangover. Maybe both.

You really wanted to talk to him about last night though. There was no way to avoid it but first, breakfast.

Both of you were sitting on the porch of the Chateau, not saying a word, just eating the food you had prepared.

“Listen,” he suddenly started and put his milk roll down, only half eaten.

You tilted your head to the side and stopped eating too, waiting for him to say what he wanted.

JJ closed his eyes and took a deep breath before shaking his head and getting up, walking down to the yard. You followed him quietly, not wanting to push him because you knew how he would get if provoked.

Your gaze followed his, looking toward the water.

“I just can’t...I can’t handle it.” He didn’t need to put any context around his words, you knew exactly what he was talking about.

The blonde boy was missing his best friend, his brother and had troubles coping with his alleged death.

You put your hand on his left shoulder and he took his right hand and placed it on yours, enjoying the comfort in silence for a moment.

“Ever since...the accident. I’ve been drinking more than I should. Alone, when the three of you weren’t there. I just tried to kill these feelings inside of me. All this pain.” His words were dripping in pain and if you’d be looking at his face right now, you were sure you could see tears starting to build.

You slightly moved so you stood in front of him, indeed seeing his glassy eyes but he knew he didn’t need to hold back with you. You loved him and he loved you.

“You don’t have to do this alone, I’m right here,” you said and gave him a crooked smile, trying to comfort him somehow even though you knew it would be hard.

“My chest...it’s been aching. Like sometimes when I’m alone and I think about the whole thing.” He put a hand over his chest, right above his heart, gripping his shirt as if he tried to grip his beating heart. “I start to sweat, I shiver, my heart is racing and I feel sick, I can’t breathe.”

You knew that feeling too well even though you’ve never told him before.

“Those are signs of a panic attack, JJ,” you told him and moved closer, pulling him into an embrace. “Drinking makes it worse.”

“Hm.” He only replied with this sound and was silent for a moment before he wrapped his arms around you too, taking a deep breath.

Your brother used to have a drinking problem in his teenage years and soon after, he had one panic attack after another. You had experienced them oneself a couple of times, the feeling of a tight chest, of not being able to breathe.

It wasn’t something you wanted your boyfriend to experience but yet here you were.

“How do I stop them?” he asked you and leaned back a little to look at your face, not letting go of you in the process.

“Breathing, mostly. Don’t fight it. Call me, I’ll be there for you,” you said calmly, hoping your calmness would somehow go over to him.

“I just wish he was here with me. Us. Both of them,” he sighed and you nodded, standing on your tiptoes to press a kiss to his nose.

“We’ll get through this, okay? Together. Kie and Pope too. When school starts we can’t hide anymore and have to face those looks on their faces. That’s why you’ve been hiding so much, isn’t it?” You knew him well enough to know this.

His jaw clenched and you knew you were right. It terrified you too. Those looks of classmates and teachers. Looks that would say ‘They were friends with dead criminals’ and ‘I wonder if they knew that John B was going to kill Peterkin’ even though none of it was true. Some would even feel pity for them. ‘They lost their friends’ and ‘It must be so hard on them’ but to be honest, none of their opinions mattered. Most of them were shallow people anyway.

You rested your forehead against his chest, trying to get rid of those thoughts of the future. Just like him, you didn’t want to think about it but it was important for him to know that you’d be there with every step you took.

“y/n?” He said your name with such tenderness in his voice that it made you smile.

You looked up at him again and found him smiling slightly.

“I’m so glad to have you. You’re the best thing that ever happened to me,” he said and leaned down to place a kiss on your lips, a kiss that you immediately responded to.

It always gave you butterflies when he kissed you. Normally he was kissing you roughly, sometimes he bit your bottom lip but this time, it was soft and sweet and almost pleading you not to leave him.

You wouldn’t.

“I love you,” you said as you pulled back to take a breath.

“I love you too.” He put a hand on your head, patting it slightly. It was a sweet gesture, one he didn’t do too often.

“So no more drinking? At least not alone and especially not hiding somewhere for three days so I get worried sick, okay?” you asked him, it had terrified you too much, thinking he would do something stupid.

“I promise. I’ll always call you before I want to get shitfaced.” He couldn’t keep himself from grinning a little and you rolled your eyes at him with a grin yourself.

“Alright, let’s get the place cleaned up. No need to leave evidence of your one-man-party.”

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levicanpunchme · 3 years

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AAAAAA, I LOVE YOUUUUU 🙈 thank you so much for the kind words 🥺 I’m sorry this took a while but it’s finally here~! And thank you for requesting babe <333

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Levi X Y/N

Genre: Romance/Fluff/Angst

Sharing Your Exhaustion

The hallways were eerily quiet, presumably because the members were drained off after hectic training; they couldn’t help jump into their dreams before they had to head back for more painful training. You took nimble steps towards the captain’s room and rushed to open the door, knots forming in your stomach in bustling excitement. Yesterday, Levi was so busy with paperwork, you had chose not to visit him, not wanting to disturb him. There were days when you had to ignore your feelings because you were in a relationship with none other than Captain Levi, the strongest solider who shouldered the burden of humanity’s right to existence.

As you stepped in, you realised the room was lighted up, which was foreign because by this time, Levi would be waiting for you in bed with lights off. Your gaze sauntered from the empty bed to the wooden desk next to the window and caught sight of your raven haired boyfriend, seated before his desk with a pencil in his grip as he sharply wrote something down. You frowned, staring at the clock for reconfirmation.

It was one am. By this time, Levi would have tidied up his messy desk, taken a shower and waited for you to come over-sometimes even making personal trips to your room to get you.

You lightly shut the door behind you, taking light steps towards your hardworking boyfriend. Despite making zero to no sound, you caught his attention immediately as if he sensed you around; his bleak eyes seemed to warm up like the moonlight, his thin lips morphing into a tiring smile.

“How was training?” His gentle voice already calmed your nerves. “Tiring,” you muttered with a generous smile and made your way to his chair.

“Tch, don’t work so hard, brat,” he gruffly muttered, his voice etched with concern.

Nearing him, you noticed the blue lines of fatigue on his pale skin carved under his eyes, his forehead creased from tension, posture seemingly uncomfortable with his back positioned away from the chair, probably from leaning down to observe papers. An awful feeling arose in the pit of your stomach. Your judgment stood corrected as you observed the stack of parchments bundled on the side of his table. Just looking at it gave you a headache.

You instinctively stepped closer behind his chair and snaked your arms around his neck tightly, recompensing for the time away from him. The smell of him on the shirt you were wearing was nothing compared to his actual embrace. The shower you had taken before had helped your nerves ease after practise but Levi’s embrace completely sucked every last drop of ache out of your body.

A breathy sigh escaped his mouth as he eased into your hold, his breathing calm against your frame. For a moment, it was only you and Levi in your own bubble; nothing else existed. Two aching souls finding peace in one another. And then a moment later, the bubble bursted.

“Y/n, turn the lights off and get some sleep. I’ll need to stay working,” he put his hand over yours which were resting on his chest and nudged his head against yours, encouraging you to go to bed.

You frowned, your chest tightening.

Ever since the commander’s announcement for a new mission outside the walls, the workload was piquing- especially for the captains. The pile of documents needing Levi’s attention were still toppling his desk and he hadn’t even moved an inch from the worktable since before yesterday night. You didn’t see him at practise, lunch, dinner or even in the meeting with Hange. He seemed to have disconnected entirely from human interaction, determined to get his work done.

“Levi, you’ve been here since the whole day,” you muttered, expressing your discern with a frown. Your arms only grew tighter around him worriedly.

He shook his head, giving your hand a tight squeeze. “It’ll take me one more night and I’ll be done.” You peeled yourself away from him and stared at the man with desperation. You had come to a realisation that Levi coped in different ways in tense times. When the atmosphere became grim, he spent days drowning himself with papers and refused to take breaks- as if he was punishing himself. Even when he came back from expeditions, you wouldn’t see his face until a week after. He stared at words for so long that they probably haunted him.

“Levi, you’re overworking yourself to the bone. You need sleep,” you argued, scowling at the lack of concern in his narrow eyes.

“I’m perfectly fine, don’t worry. Now, go and get some sleep. You must be exhausted,” his words were stern, commanding you and his gaze indifferent, holding no room for debate. His eyes remained cold but you could tell he felt apologetic as he softly caressed your cheek with his palm, stroking them. He limply smiled, then nodded at you and motioned towards the bed, implying you leave him alone.

You stared at him distraught. How could Levi expect you to turn away and conveniently slip into bed while his red-rimmed eyes were starving for rest as he pushed himself more and more? Again an unsettling feeling arose in your chest; even his fingers were inflamed from gripping the pencil for too long; he rubbed the back of his neck occasionally which meant he had been craning it for too long to read the goddamn papers.

Your fists clenched in despair as you bit back the curses you wanting to ensue; dating a workaholic man with zero awareness was a pain in the ass. You sighed sympathetically at the man you loved and then stepped closer to the desk, in front of him. You grabbed one large pile of his documents and brought them with you to the bed.

“Hey-hey! What’re you doing?” He immediately sprung out of his chair, and it made you want to cackle because it was probably the first time his leg muscles contracted since he sat down with these documents on that damned chair.

“I’ll help,” you explained as you sat cross legged on the cold sheets of his bed, picking up the first stapled document.

“No,” he rasped. “You are doing no such thing. Get to bed, right now,” it wasn’t a suggestion but a chilling command; Levi’s tone was dangerously low, making your stomach knot up with nervousness.

You glanced up and regretted it immediately because it magnified your anxiety: his misty eyes were staring down at you scornfully, burning your skin; his chest heaved impatiently and his fists were clenched like he would pounce at you any second.

“Levi—“

“Every-fucking-one is beaten after today’s practise, I know that. Just because I wasn’t there, it doesn’t mean I don’t know shit. Hange informed me about your pathetically long training,” Levi’s voice was oddly rough but the coldness in his eyes melted. His face was scrunched in distress.

You loved this man so much with every part of you. How could he be worrying over you when he was literally starving and sleepless from the work pressure? Your nose burned, and you felt your eyes welling up, with overwhelming emotions, but you didn’t let him see that or he’d lose his sanity and flip the world over to know exactly the reason behind your tears.

You stepped out of the bed and walked close to him, edging to him until his nose was brushing yours conveniently since you both were the same height. At close proximity, his almond shaped eyes were tired-red and sully but there was also a strange glint of warmth in the dull grey clouds, reflecting the effect you have on him. His breathing was unsteady as he stared directly at you.

“If you’re too exhausted, we can share the exhaustion just like we share love, Levi,” you whispered, your lips meeting the corner of his mouth and landing it with a kiss. Jitters ran down his spine and his mouth tingled.

We can share exhaustion just like we share love. The words reverberated again and again in his head, tugging at the strings of his heart. At that moment, he wished to throw you into his bed and kiss your exhaustion away. He forcefully stepped back, his insides twisting in misery, desperate to have his way with you. You were always so understanding. Levi could never wrap his head around how you were so transparent and loving. You stood by him in miserable times, struggling to heal his endless wounds. Your selflessness ate at him because in this big, relentless world, he only wanted you to be selfish.

“I’ll arrange these documents, so you’ll know which ones merely require signatures and which need proper attention. It’ll decrease your workload and reading time to a great extent.” You were already on the bed, reading through the document with vitality.

He surveyed you for a moment, his heart drumming faster against his chest. “Come on, get going. We have a lot to do.” Levi timorously stepped back, watching you.

You already got to work and started assessing papers and reading through files. You almost threw in the towel by your fifth document but continued working, determined to help him. You mentally praised Levi’s great work ethics, his neat textura script making you smile.

Levi, on the other hand, stood frozen in his tracks; his chest felt strange as he watched you work on his documents. No one had ever done this-not that he ever wanted it. Hell, he was the strongest, most independent man, who never let his guard down which is primarily the reason why people didn’t bother with him. He alone equated to the strength of a thousand army of titans. He created this headstrong image for the world, Levi Ackerman, the hope of humanity, as he filled in gaps of weaknesses left in his trails.

Why did you see him? You knew he could take it, then why didn’t you let him be, like everyone else? Why did you want to shoulder his burdens by sacrificing your peace?

His head began pounding.

Before he saw you today, he was perfectly fine with his negligent ways: he didn’t feel his stomach rumbling from emptiness, his mouth as dry as the desert, his back aching from distress or his eyes stinging from sleeplessness. Now, when he saw you rubbing your red eyes, squinting them to read the documents and massaging your template in soft circles, he recovered his sanity.

As if he regained his humanity, his body which was numb from the moment he sat with those papers, collapsed into a surge of emotions.

He couldn’t bear it.

He treated himself inhumanely. But not you. God no, never you. You didn’t deserve it. He couldn’t treat you the way he treated himself. He’d rather throw himself off a cliff than give you a taste of his pain. Feeling overwhelmed, his vision blurred as he took heavy steps towards you. You looked up from the paper, hearing him moving towards you and your breath ceased.

Silver eyes were shadowy with a thunderous wave of agony, and a deploring frown weighted down his lips as his steps faltered towards you. You immediately stood up, your hackles rising in concern. You had never seen Levi look so defeated and beaten— not even when he came back from outside the walls. Your stomach twisted in despair. Maybe you had hurt him in your attempts to stick beside him. You felt tears choking your vision as you waited for him to throw you out of his room.

He was an inch away when his body fell against you, a squeal leaving your mouth. His arms were clasping around your waist as he pushed his weight down, causing your knees to buckle against the bed and you both fell. He was on top of you, his body completely attached to you like he were a part of you. Your heartbeat escalated as Levi looked at you, his red eyes drunk with exhaustion staring into the depth of your orbs.

Inside your dark eyes, he only saw himself. Only himself. His breathing hardened, mouth watering at the sight. He couldn’t take it anymore, his love for you triumphing over the last shred of common sense left in his brain. Drained and disillusioned, he found solace within you.

He attacked your mouth like a starved beast, every ounce of his being wanting you to feel the love bustling in his veins. Your toes curled in pleasure, the warmth of his mouth creating an euphoric sense of stability in your soul. You gripped his hair softly, running your fingers through his scalp and his eyes screwed shut in comfort. His lips kissed to your jawline and in the crevice of your neck, trailing downwards, marking your skin as his.

Your moans and his heavy breaths filled up the silence in the room.

“I love you,” he whispered and you swear you felt a wet droplet fall against your skin. Your stomach clenched; It was his first time telling you he loved you. You tried saying it back but no words left your mouth, just a stream of sobs.

Before, you felt him love you through his own unintentional ways but nothing could counter these three words falling off his lips just for you.

And then he rustled against the sheets, laying beside you and pulled you on top of him, your head resting against his chest. His heartbeat vibrating against your frame caused your tense body to ease in his hold. The documents sat on the edge of the bed, neglected. Soon slumber overpowered both Levi and your senses. Even though you both had to wake up within the next-six-hours, It was the best damn sleep Levi had ever gotten.

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luminnara · 3 years

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Goddamn, Shit-Sucking Vampires | lost boys x oc 18+ ONLY | Ch 3

Summary: Vera is an unusually vicious bloodsucker who's never stuck in one place for very long...until a mysterious feeling pulls her right to the murder capital of the world: Santa Carla, California. Now, she needs to figure out why exactly she's there, where she fits in amongst the boardwalk's nighttime denizens, and how to cope with her own personal vampire-related problems.

Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four

Taglist: @ilikechocolatemilkh

Warnings: smutty smut, language, blood

“Hello, darling.”

He had been quick to take her lips with his, kissing her hungrily as she moved to straddle his lap. Before they could get too comfortable, he stood, carrying her in the direction the others had gone but stopping in a room along the way. It had been a hotel room once, a bed covered in silks like the ones from the main cavern still sitting in the middle.

He tossed her down onto it, watching as she stretched out on her back languidly. She was so inviting. A low rumble rose in his chest as he took his coat off, leaving it on the floor with his boots and gloves. All he could pay attention to was her bare midriff and those exposed thighs, her crop top and short shorts barely leaving anything to his imagination. She sat up and shrugged her vest off, throwing it to the floor as she held eye contact with him. She was smiling the way someone did when they were keeping a juicy secret, a glint of something in her eyes as she leaned forward.

“David,” she purred, beckoning for him with her fingers. “Come and take care of me.”

He happily crossed the space between them, crawling over her until he could kiss her again. Her hands slid up his forearms, feeling his cool skin and the muscles underneath it. He pushed her back down and she complied, biting sharply at her bottom lip.

“I want you, Vera,” he growled, sending warmth spreading through her core.

She moaned, hands moving to his waist, slipping under his shirt. “Then take me.”

He couldn’t help himself. His hips met hers, his arousal grinding against her. He wanted her to feel what she did to him, to have some tiny inkling of what it was like to see and smell and feel her.

“You do horrible things to me,” he breathed.

Her nails were sharp against his skin as she lightly scratched down his sides. “You can handle it.”

Chills ran down his spine and he laughed, the little grumble returning to his chest as he pinned her against the bed with his weight. “You’re mine.”

Vera watched as his face vamped out, eyes blazing yellow-orange as he snarled above her. She shivered in delight, a smile on her lips as his claws tore through her shirt and raked down her belly, ugly red marks fading almost as quickly as they appeared.

“You like it rough?” She teased, moving her knees to either side of his hips.

With a playful snarl, he bit at her collarbone, earning a squeal. “I like it however I want.”

Vera gave a little growl and reached for his pants, tugging them open and slipping her hand in to feel him. His breathing grew heavier as he pressed his hips against her touch, desperately searching for more contact.

“A little eager, aren’t we?” She teased, giving him a squeeze.

“I can smell how wet you are,” his voice was husky, hand trailing down to reach her shorts. “Do you want something?”

She whined as he ripped her clothing, but she couldn’t be angry with him on top of her, nor could she be angry when he was pushing a finger inside of her. She let out the most delicious noise David had ever heard, her back arching as he pressed up into her. It had been long, far too long since she had had this.

“What was that?” He asked, twisting his hand.

She did it again, but louder, and he decided it was his favorite thing in the entire world.

“You’re awful,” she gasped, wrapping her legs around his waist in an attempt to pull him closer.

He smirked as he explored her, feeling wherever he pleased, playing with her as she moaned and squealed on top of the sheets. He learned what spots made her make which noises, and he watched as she snarled and sneered and taunted him. She was feisty, clawing at him as she urged him to get on with it, reaching up to kiss him whenever she had the ability to do so.

It wasn’t until he made her orgasm that she vamped out, but when she did, she really did. She hissed and growled at him, becoming a wildcat that he was more than happy to subdue. He was losing control of himself as it was, chest heaving as he looked down at the most beautiful sight he had ever had the privilege of seeing. The swell of her breasts, the welts that formed and quickly disappeared whenever he bit at her boobs, the creamy, soft, gorgeous skin that he wanted to kiss and suck and maul all at the same time...it was perfect, and so was her muscular stomach, toned by so many years of being an apex predator, and so was her thick ass, and her thighs, and…

All of her.

When he kicked his pants off and finally got to hear her cry his name, he thought he was going to lose it then and there. She felt perfect, clinging to him with her nails in his back and her fangs in his shoulder as she sobbed and snarled against his skin. She writhed beneath him, twisting and constantly trying to flip them so that she could top him. Whenever he felt her tense up as if she was about to, he would thrust into her harder, making her forget that she ever wanted to be anywhere but underneath her new mate.

Until he finally relented and let her twist her hips, and then he realized he was absolutely fine with letting her call the shots.

“It’s not so bad, is it?” She crooned, leaning down to kiss him. Her voice was raspy when she was fully vamped out, a monstrous, snarly, beautifully sweet kind of voice that mesmerized David and left him in a haze.

He only grunted in response, hands gripping her hips as she rode him. His eyes were glued to her as he took in the way she looked, her black hair a mess, her generous, perfect breasts bouncing slightly. He slid his hands up to cup them, squeezing and kneading and grinning when she bit her lip.

Blood ran down her chin, dripping down onto David’s chest. When he pulled her down to kiss her and get a taste, he bit her sharply, grinning when she squealed. She was funny, and delightful, and beautiful, and he had never felt that way about any girl he had fucked. There were beautiful ones, yes, but none like her. No one that he wanted to keep around.

He knew it was all because of his hormones, ancient vampire instincts that were urging him to make Vera his and impress her enough that she stayed. He didn’t know why he was so concerned with what she thought, especially because she seemed pretty content, based on her whines and moans, but he had the need to do everything in his power to show that he was worthy of her time.

They rolled again, David still sucking at Vera’s lip. She resisted a tiny bit, stubbornly locking her hips and thighs in an attempt to brace herself against him, but as he rolled his hips forward, she relaxed into a puddle of happy moans. When he felt her nails digging into his back, he knew she was close, and he was more than happy to suck at her neck while she said his name over and over and over.

He buried himself deep into her when he finally came, grunting and whispering “Fuck, Vera…” in her ear until he finished and pulled back, panting as he looked down at her. She was a mess, black hair splayed across the bed, blood running from her lip and throat.

With a smirk, David hooked his hand under her knee and brought it up for him to kiss, leaning his head against it as he watched her. “You’re beautiful.”

She opened her eyes, smiling and showing her bloody teeth. “Come here, big guy.”

David happily complied, releasing her leg and flopping down next to her. He didn’t bother looking for either of their clothes and just wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her up against him. He would have preferred to go roost with the others, but she was already dozing off in his arms, and who was he to try to make her move?

“Vera?” He asked, deep voice rumbling as she tucked her head in his chest.

“Hm?” She grunted sleepily.

He could tell she was barely awake, and his own eyelids were drooping as he pressed a kiss against the top of her head. “Stay. Forever.”

“Mhm,” she mumbled, snuggling as close to him as she could get.

David made a pleased sound, not unlike a purr, and busied himself by playing with her hair until he passed out, surrounded by her scent, happier than he had been in a long time.

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Paul woke up slightly warmer than usual, which was odd, considering how generally cool the sunken hotel was. His mind was heavy and fuzzy, but it felt warm, too, and when he finally forced his eyes open, he figured out why.

“Marko,” he slurred. “The hell you doin’?”

The smaller vampire only grunted and snuggled closer.

Paul sighed, but he really didn’t mind. It wasn’t the first time he had woken up to find Marko cuddling up to him. Sometimes, if he was a little drunk or high, Paul would even initiate it. David would rarely tolerate any kind of physical closeness, but if he was in a good mood, he allowed them to roost right up next to him. Dwayne was similar, rarely starting anything, but unlike their leader, he tended to growl and complain a lot less if Marko wanted some snuggle time.

With a yawn, Paul shook himself lightly, sleepily looking around the cave. Marko had tucked himself right up under Paul’s chin, already fast asleep again, and Dwayne was hanging nearby, arms crossed over his chest as he snored softly. David was absent, and Paul cracked a smile when he remembered why.

He searched for David’s mind and found him still fast asleep, but...happy. He could pick up the faintest scent of sex lingering in the air and it made his mouth water, hunger pains suddenly shooting through him. His turn with Vera would be soon, but he didn’t know if he could bear the wait.

A little growl rose in his throat. He wanted her. He hated that David got to have her first, when he deserved her more. Paul was usually a pretty relaxed guy, preferring to get high and fool around than do anything serious, but when it came to this...he was feeling oddly savage about it. He would probably never openly defy David, who always looked out for all of the boys and proved himself to be a good leader over and over, but Vera was making him anxious. The more he woke up, the more restless he grew, until he finally gave Marko a little shove and disentangled himself from his clingy brother.

Marko whined in protest as Paul dropped to the ground, dropping down after him just seconds later. “What’s the big deal?”

“I wanna go check on our new girl, bro,” Paul said, grinning as he dusted his sleeves off. “David’s had her all to himself long enough.”

Marko followed him out into the corridor, drooling slightly as the scents of Vera and sex grew stronger and stronger. “Smells like they had fun.”

“Too much fun,” Paul growled as they stopped in the doorway.

The bed was a mess, sheets and silks torn to shreds. The pillows had somehow survived, and the old bed frame was still holding up, and both Paul and Marko made notes to themselves to change those when they got the chance. In the midst of it all, though, was a sight that made them hum happily; Vera was curled up on her side, perfectly happy and perfectly naked, tucked safely up against David.

“Fuck off,” he growled sleepily when he noticed them standing there.

They only inched forward, Paul daring to venture further into the room while Marko hung back behind him. “You look a little exposed there, David. Why not take a break from guarding our little chickadee to go find some pants?”

The loud snarl that tore through David’s throat was enough to wake Vera, and she squirmed and whined in protest. Paul immediately turned his attention to her, bravely crossing the room and going so far as to lean over the foot of the bed, but David’s warning grumbles were enough to keep him from touching the female.

Vera was finally opening her eyes to take in the scene around her when David pulled her up against him. She gave a little growl and pushed him away, struggling to prop herself up on her elbow so that she could reach out to Paul. David was being selfish, and she was already getting the feeling that all four of them were going to be almost impossible to handle.

“C’mere,” she said tiredly, smiling and cupping Paul’s cheek when he rushed forward and leaned over her.

David huffed.

“You shush,” Vera snapped at him.

Marko snickered as he came up behind Paul, hoping to get some of the sugar that Vera was dishing out. David let out a dramatic sigh, sitting up and pulling Vera up against his chest while she cooed and taunted Paul, talking to him as if he were a dog while he just beamed at her adoringly.

“What a good boy you are,” she laughed as she pinched his cheeks. “Not at all snarly like that mean old David…”

Paul growled happily. If he had a tail, it would be wagging, and David rolled his eyes at the display. Instead of saying anything snarky, though, he just nipped at the back of Vera’s neck, hands sliding around her sides to rest on her belly. He was feeling mellower now that he could wrap himself around her, and when he caught Marko creeping up around Paul, he didn’t even growl.

“And of course, poor Marko, so ignored,” Vera giggled as she pulled him forward to kiss his nose. He and Paul were practically melting over her, happy hums and purrs filling the room.

“Good evening,” Marko said slyly as he nuzzled his cheek against Vera’s.

“Good evening, my little cherub,” Vera cooed, kissing his nose again and smiling when he scrunched it up. He was a mischievous little thing, but she was getting the feeling that he had to have a nasty streak, too; that sweet face and excited grin were both too innocent for him not to be hiding an ugly side.

“I’m starving,” David mumbled, leaning his chin on top of Vera’s head. Vera had almost worn him out, since she had woken up sometime in the middle of the day and demanded more from him. He had happily obliged, of course, but now he was hungry, and whenever David was hungry, David was irritated.

“You go get food, and I’ll stay here with—“

“You’re coming too, Paul.”

“But it’s my—“

“I would love a night on the boardwalk,” Vera interrupted, detangling herself from what was becoming a puddle of happy vampires. Marko let out a little whine as she slipped past him and began searching for her clothes, but Paul managed to grab her around the waist and scoop her up, one hand on her ass, the other on her back as he held her.

“Who says you need clothes?” He growled playfully, nipping at her cheek.

She gave a little squeak as she struggled against him. “I do!”

“I disagree,” Marko said slyly, slipping up behind her and kissing the back of her neck.

She swatted him away, wiggling out of Paul’s grip to search the floor and find whatever clothes she could still salvage. David had ripped a fair amount of them, but he had also been kind enough to bring her small backpack in sometime during the day, so she was at least left with one outfit.

Paul and Marko watched as she got dressed, Marko biting his thumb in an attempt to keep himself under control. She made him hungry, in a way he wasn’t used to. It wasn’t the same as bloodlust or even normal human cravings; it was something else entirely, but it still made him ache and whine and wish that he could make it go away already.

Vera pulled on a thong and a ratty pair of denim shorts, turning her back to the boys as she grabbed a bra and a tank top. They all had a good view of the tattoos on her back, snakes winding around skulls and portraits of women that were brightly colored and beautiful. Marko wanted to trace them, with either his fingers or his tongue, he wasn’t picky. Not very many girls around Santa Carla were marked up the way she was, and all he could think of when he looked at her was how she was such a work of art.

“Finished staring?” She asked, glancing over her shoulder.

Paul slid up next to her, an arm around her waist. “Never, dollface.”

Vera huffed but settled in against his side. “I need more clothes. You guys got any cash?”

“Now that,” Paul spun them to face David, who was pulling his coat on, “is a question for papa bear over here.”

David gave a little growl, but reached into his pocket and pulled out a wad of cash as he strode towards them. “Anything for the lady.”

Vera reached for it but he snatched it away, shoving it back in his pocket. She gave a little growl but followed at his heels as he left the room, Marko and Paul running along behind. They collected Dwayne as he was leaving their roost, and Vera was surprised when she caught his nostrils flaring and a quiet rumble rising in his chest. David smirked at his brother, lighting a cigarette as Laddie and Star met them in the main room.

Vera looped her arm through David’s when she saw Star, trying to remain civil. The Halfling put her off somehow, and it wasn’t just because she was so ungrateful for the offer of immortality she kept stubbornly avoiding. There was something else that was just pissing Vera off, something about the way Star moped and so clearly hated the people that gave her a safe place to sleep and protection from the rest of the world. She almost seemed dangerous, as silly as that thought was; she wasn’t physically strong enough to do anything on her own, but the fact that she was so vocal about her displeasure made Vera suspicious that she might just be capable of betrayal.

Or maybe she was just being paranoid.

“Chin up, girl,” Paul mocked.

Star only scowled, following them out to the bikes. She climbed on behind David when Vera strutted past her to accept Paul’s outstretched hand, grimacing but remaining silent after Vera shot her a little snarl.

Paul and Marko hooted with laughter as Vera climbed on and sat haughtily behind the former, unable to shake the unsettling feeling that Star was giving her. There was no logical reason for it; Star was only a Halfling, hardly anything to worry about. She had a fraction of Vera’s strength and none of her survival instincts, and should they ever face off, it would be a quick fight. All of that only made Vera more uneasy, but try as she might, she couldn’t figure out why.

“Cheer up!” Paul shouted as his bike roared to life.

“I’ll cheer up when I’m dead,” Vera teased, leaning up to kiss the side of his neck.

A little jolt of electricity shot through him and he whooped, the bike tearing off in the direction of the boardwalk, Marko close behind.

-0-

“Marko, be a dear and get me a lemonade?” Vera purred, leaning forward and brushing her fingers along his jaw.

Marko shivered but grinned, catching her hand to kiss her palm before bouncing off in the direction of the lemonade stand.

Vera smiled and sat back, hands clasped in her lap as she watched the crowd. There really were all types in Santa Carla, and she was surprised to find that she felt like she was beginning to fit in.

Paul threw an arm around her waist as he leaned back against the rail she sat on, a joint in his other hand. The boardwalk had little in the way of law enforcement, thanks to the Lost Boys themselves taking officers out whenever they irritated them, so Paul was left to smoke his weed in peace for the most part. “So whaddya think, babe? Enjoying the nightlife?”

“I can get used to it.” She took a deep inhale and her smile widened at all of the scents the boardwalk was offering her. “I’m starving.”

David raised an eyebrow from where he was leaning on his bike. “Already?”

“Yes,” she shot back defensively.

“We just snacked,” Paul laughed.

“And? I only had one boy.”

“You’re insatiable.” David said with the hint of a chuckle. Honestly, he was sort of glad that she was so much hungrier than he was. He was used to feeling annoyed at himself about it, but now he could just direct all of those thoughts towards teasing her.

Vera snorted angrily. “So? Don’t you know it’s rude to comment on a lady’s eating habits?”

“Just find it strange, considering how old you are.”

She growled. “It’s also rude to comment on a lady’s age, dickweed.”

He smirked in reply and she narrowed her eyes. She could care less about the age comment, because he was right; she wasn’t a newborn, by any means. She shouldn’t have such an unquenchable thirst for blood at this point. The boys all seemed content with one good meal a night, but she had already dragged one Surf Nazi into an alley and was on the lookout for another.

It sure wasn’t normal, and she knew it.

Dwayne was on her other side, leaning on the railing with his arms folded over his chest. He cast a glance towards her when he heard her huff and found that he couldn’t look away, and suddenly, he was busy memorizing every single detail about her face.

She was beautiful, and he understood why the others liked her so much. Her lips were full and her complexion seemed like it was olive at some point before she became a creature of the night. Arched eyebrows furrowed when she narrowed those hazel eyes, a classical nose scrunching with displeasure. She had tied her hair up on top of her head, leaving her throat exposed in what could have been some sort of a dare, and Dwayne had to stop himself from leaning in and taking a bite.

Maybe being patient was going to be harder than he thought.

“One lemonade, for the lady,” Marko snickered as he shoved his way back through the crowd, lemonade in hand. He had heard their little discussion, and as he brought Vera her drink, he made a point of kissing her cheek. You know, like a gentleman would.

“You little kiss ass,” Paul grumbled as Vera took the lemonade with a smile.

Marko just winked and settled himself between Vera’s legs, a hand on each thigh as he grinned up at her.

“Thank you, Marko,” she drawled, tangling her free hand in his curls affectionately.

Paul only rolled his eyes and looked the other direction.

David watched them with amusement. They had been there for half an hour, just looking at the crowds while Star was off somewhere with Laddie. He could feel Max nudging at his mind, as he had been for the past hour, and finally, he gave a little snarl and let him in.

What? He snapped.

I want to meet her, David. His sire answered. Bring her to me.

He couldn’t help but growl. After.

After what, exactly?

After everyone has had their chance.

David felt him let out an irritated sigh, but he was going to stand his ground. Vera was making him cautious, and he wasn’t going to introduce her to the most powerful vampire he knew until they figured out just who all exactly she was destined to belong with. It was hard enough wrangling his pack without having to worry about Max butting in.

Paul and Marko were fooling around and Vera was leaning against Dwayne when she was finally fed up enough to hop down from the railing. David raised an eyebrow at her when she put her hands on her hips and flared her nostrils in a not so subtle attempt to track down some food.

“I’m hungry,” she declared, cocking her hip to one side as she glared at David.

“Why am I the subject of your wrath?” He quipped, waving her away dismissively. “Go find a snack if you’re so starved.”

Vera growled at his tone, but she was too hungry to try to challenge him. She wasn’t even sure where she was falling on their totem pole, and she had better things to do with her time than stand there and try to figure it out.

“We’ll keep an eye on things.” David said with a glint in his eyes that revealed how much he enjoyed riling her up.

Vera’s nasty snarl turned into a grin as she reached up to let her hair down, hips swaying as she disappeared into the crowd to find a boy stupid enough to go after her.

“Is it a good idea to let her run off like that?” Marko asked, watching her go.

“Max won’t bother her.” David straightened up. “And besides, she needs some enrichment.”

“You talk like she’s a zoo animal,” Dwayne snorted. “She doesn’t need time to play.”

“You’re right.” David smirked as he started off in the direction Vera had gone. “She needs to hunt.”

#the lost boys #lost boys x reader #lost boys x oc #david lost boys #dwayne lost boys #goddamn shit sucking vampires #marko lost boys #paul lost boys #poly lost boys

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isabellabrodar · 3 years

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Rely on You✖️JJ Maybank✖️

word count: 1573

warnings: mentions of alcohol and drugs, death/loss

JJ Maybank x Reader; JJ Maybank x John B’s sister

Everyone in my family has left me at some point. My mother ditched us for Colorado when my brother and I were only three years old. John B took that pretty, hard but I knew we were better off without her. Caring for her children wasn’t really a strength of hers anyways, so we barely talk about her now.

Then our dad went away to find the lost gold on the Royal Merchant and never came back. This time the loss of a parent broke me. I didn’t dare hope that he was just stranded somewhere, slurping on a coconut and waiting until someone comes to get him and although his body never was found, John B and I silently agreed on moving on. Accepting that your dad died isn’t the easiest thing for two teenagers to do. So I tried to lose myself in school stuff and John B took over our household. I think it was just his way of coping with the situation, but it became annoying pretty quickly. Every time our friends came over, it seemed like he was trying to prove that he was taking care of me.

And then he died. Or at least we all thought he and Sarah did. But turns out they were alive the whole time and now everything can go back to normal. But losing almost everyone that you have learned to rely on hurts you in a way that cannot be undone.

I was gripping the red plastic cup tightly as I tried to make my way through the dancing and drinking crowd. My eyes were moving rapidly over every face nearby, searching for my brother’s hazel eyes and curly brown hair. But I didn’t see him. So I pushed further into the mass of people until I passed a group of Kooks, standing on the edge of the boneyards, seeming to be staring at a girl dancing her heart out only a couple of feet away. I usually would’ve said something to them but I just walked by, my breathing becoming quicker as I whispered John B’s name over and over again.

When I felt a strong hand grab my shoulder, I turned around in a quick motion.

“John B?” I said before I looked into clear blue eyes.

“No, Y/N. He left about five minutes ago with Sarah. They’re fine.” JJ’s voice was calm but his look was drenched with worry and his grip didn’t loosen up as my breathing slowed down a bit.

“Sorry, J. I…I just didn’t know where he was. I was…I am sorry.” I felt a small tear of relief roll down my cheek as the panic started to die down and JJ moved to put a strand of my dark brown hair behind my ear.

“It’s okay. No need to apologize, smarty. We’ll go home yeah? I’ll get Kie and Pope.” I could hear a slight slur in his words, probably coming from more than just a couple of beers. Other than that he sounded tired and I knew that was my fault.

“No, J. I can get home by myself. Let them enjoy themselves, I don’t want to ruin the whole evening.” I put the empty cup on a rock wall next to me and straightened out my white summer dress. JJ looked me up and down once and then shook his head. I knew he wasn’t going to let me walk home alone after that panic attack.

“I’ll tell Pope that we’re going home. Meet you at the truck.” And before I could argue once more, JJ was already on his way over to our friends who were chatting with some other Pogues that I had seen before at school. So I went back into the crowd and saw that one of the Kooks from earlier was now dancing with that one girl and his friends weren’t staring anymore but looking around for something or better someone else to watch. I made my way over to my old truck, dodging several elbows and spilling drinks, while thinking about all the other times the panic had taken a hold of me and JJ had been there to help me.

Our friendship used to be very easy, I would say. We met through John B in third grade and have been inseparable ever since then. With the others we would go surfing almost every day but when it came to talking about serious matters, JJ and I usually kept to ourselves. Occasionally I had noticed the forming bruises on his cheeks or ribs whenever he came back from his house, but he always said it was nothing or an accident and I didn’t pressure him into telling me more, although I made it a point to come with him to his house as often as I could, so his dad wouldn’t get a chance to touch JJ.

And in return JJ didn’t ask about my nightmares that would wake me up every night after we thought John B and Sarah died. He’d move closer to me on the mattresses that we put into the living room for us four to sleep on. Kie and Pope mostly slept at their houses though, which was good, because then I didn’t have to explain myself to even more people. The problem is, that even after my brother and Sarah came back, the nightmares didn’t stop and I started having panic attacks when I felt like I lost them again. Just like at the party. And since JJ was the only person who knew about that, he felt obligated to take care of me.

This is pretty far away from us calling each other smarty and pretty boy, reducing each other to what people mostly noticed about us and never talking about anything besides parties, surfing and how many grams of weed we would need to get for the next tour on the HMS Pogue.

I grabbed a hoodie from the passenger seat of my truck and closed the door again when I heard footsteps approaching.

“You know I am fine. No need to deprive all these pretty girls from their favorite pretty boy.” I said in a mocking but tired tone whilst nodding my head towards the dancing crowd. JJ was now standing next to me, smiling.

“They can wait ‘till the next party. Let’s go home.” He held out his arm for me to loop mine around and then we started walking through the Cut. This kind of intimacy between us had become normal, but it never seemed to be anything besides friendship and we were both grateful for that. The summer air was cold on my legs and small goosebumps started to form on my skin.

“You really need to wear more… I don’t know, fabric I guess.”

“You sound like my dad. Or worse, like John B.” A small laugh escaped his lips as we made our way further along the street, arms still intertwined.

“I think you should talk to him about your nightmares.”

“And I think you should tell your dad he can rot in hell.” He let go of me and put a little distance between us.

“Damn, Y/N, I get it. Don’t talk to John B then.” It always came to this. Both of us telling the other what to do and to confront their problems, but we couldn’t do it and then we would get pissed off at each other, but that’s just the way our friendship worked.

We got to John B and I’s house a couple minutes later, which we had spent in silence. I opened the door and went straight towards John B’s room. The light was turned off already and I saw him and Sarah sleep peacefully. That’s when my heart beat finally went completely back to normal. When I stepped into the living room I saw JJ sprawled across one of the big mattresses. He was still wearing his clothes but that didn’t seem to matter to him.

“I’m going to sleep in my room today, J.”

He mumbled a quiet “ok” and turned his back towards me as I stepped past him.

I was standing on the beach and watched John B and my dad go into the waves on a small boat. Then thunder started and the heavy rain made it hard to see anything out on the ocean. There was lightning and then suddenly the sound of the thunderstorm stopped as I saw the lightning hit the boat that my family was on. Then they were just gone.

I woke up, breathing heavily with sweat on my forehead. My room was dark but I could hear quiet steps coming towards my bed. I scooted over to the side and started to relax as JJ planted himself next to me, still fully clothed. I laid back down and closed my eyes as the boy next to me but his arm over my side and started to calmly breathe onto my neck. This is something that has happened a lot the past two months. Always the same dream, the same horror in which I woke up and then JJ being there and helping me back to sleep just by getting closer. But this scared me. How can I let myself rely on him when everything that causes me pain comes from the people that I am closest to disappearing, getting hurt or leaving?

✖️Soo, I usually don’t write but I just wanted to try it. I know this is not a complete story or whatever and it’s kind of all over the place, but if you guys like it, then I might rewrite it or add more:)

#jj mayback x reader #jjmaybank #outerbanks #obx #obx s2 #jjmaybank imagine #rudy outer banks #rudy pankow #john b #imagine

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boldlyvoid · 3 years

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Amoreena | Chapter fourteen

Chapter fourteen

main summary: Heaven is a real place and it's located exactly 14.6 miles away from the FBI, Quantico Headquarters. Off behind a small park, under a fantastical willow tree surrounded by wildflowers, in every colour young minds can imagine.

Don't forget, heaven also comes with angels.

Chapter Warnings: talks of spencers major anxiety, parental death tw (not Diana or bob and Linda), trauma talks, computer hacking and new members joining the family...

word count: 4k

from the beginning <3

Taylors biggest surprise that weekend was what she had planned for Amoreena that night.

She set up a fort in the theatre room, they had every snack imaginable and any movie of her choice to watch. Karaoke in the corner, popcorn being popped in a theatre-style machine, and 3 different, matching child and adult, princess dresses for them to choose from.

It was all an elaborate plan to keep her preoccupied until bedtime, which Taylor offered to handle so that her parents could have a little wedding night date alone.

They’re all ready for a wonderful night when Spencer’s phone started ringing.

“Hello?” Spencer answers, sneaking away from the girls so he could hear better.

“Spencer, I am so sorry to interrupt you this late, but we have a situation… it’s not something that should be discussed over the phone. Do you have someone to watch Amoreena while you and Y/N come into the bureau? As soon as you can?”

His stomach drops, he feels instantly sick. “Not until you tell me who’s dead, who’s dying or who’s trying to kill us.”

“No one is, Spencer, it’s not a case or criminal related, it’s… personal, someone is here to see you,” she sounds serious and Spencer is still just as worried.

“I’ll tell the girls,” he responds before hanging up.

Y/N is standing right behind him, listening with wide eyes as she waits to soothe his panic. They worked like a well-oiled machine, she could physically feel his anxiety and in return, something about her just being there made him physically feel better.

“What’s wrong?” Taylor asks as she appears behind Y/N, Amoreena now off changing into one of the dresses she picked.

“They won't tell me on the phone but they need me and Y/N back at Quantico as soon as possible,” Spencer explained with a pale face, “we can go in the morning.”

“I’m fine watching Amoreena for the night, there’s a hanger down the road with a few of my dad’s planes, I can have someone take you to Virginia within the next hour? It's only 7 pm, I’m sure you can be back before bedtime?” Taylor offered her services for the 100th time that day, “It’s not a problem, really, and they wouldn’t call if it wasn’t serious, they’re the FBI after all.”

With that, they said goodbye to Amoreena and told her they’d be back before she woke up in the morning. If not, she had Y/N’s cellphone for the night to call them before she goes to sleep and when she wakes up, so she won't bother Taylor that early. (Even though Taylor said she wouldn’t mind early morning Amoreena cuddles.)

He was anxious on the drive to the small airport, the old man named Norman, chartering them that night was incredibly kind, they were granted lading access in Quantico and before he could prepare, they were up in the air. He chatted up a storm with Y/N on the headset radio as Spencer overthought the upcoming chat with JJ and stared out at the world below them.

On queue, he jumped from anxious to scared when they land, before getting in the shuttle from the airstrip to the front entrance, but he’s so incredibly terrified when it comes time to actually start the walk to the bullpen.

“Will you come in with me?” His small voice asks as she is pinning a visitors tag on her shirt.

“Of course,” she smiled, taking his hand as they walked into the elevator together.

He grips her hand tighter as the elevator stops, dipping and returning to the right height and making his stomach drop the same way a rollercoaster would. He hated that feeling more than anything, having it alongside the anxiety wasn’t helpful.

He can see JJ and another girl sitting together at his old desk. She’s smiling at whatever JJ says, she looks exactly like Amoreena just with box-dyed black hair that shines purple under the lighting. She’s in all black, she pushes her glasses up her nose with her sweater hiding her hands, Spencer knows she’s a foster kid from just her posture.

“JJ,” Spencer makes their presence clear and the little girl turns to him with a huge smile, running to him and wrapping her arms around his waist. “Hi?”

She’s sobbing ten and he doesn’t know why or even who she is, he lightly holds her with complete shock on his face. He stares at JJ with wide eyes and a gaping mouth as he communicates the confusion and terror with his eyes.

“This is Josephine Elliot, or Jo as she likes to be called, her parents passed away a few months ago and she recently found out her biological father was actually a sperm donor and not her moms husband,” JJ explains a little before sighing and sitting on the edge of the desk.

“She hacked into the sperm bank and found your name, and google led her to the FBI and they stopped her at the second gate, the first only let her in thinking she was your other daughter, Amoreena.”

“I’m so sorry,” the poor girl wipes her tears with her sweater sleeves, “I don’t know why I hugged you when you don’t even know me, ew sorry.”

Spencer pulls her back into a hug, “it’s okay, you don’t have to worry about wanting a hug ever again. You can have whatever you need from me.”

She cries more, holding on to his shirt as he holds her, shushing her softly and rubbing his hand over her back. It’s weird how safe she seems this early in their acquaintance with one another, but he understands it. She’s so desperate for someone related to her to love her again, to replace what she was missing from her parents, that she’s already accepted him as a father without thinking it through. Without even know what he would be like to her.

When she finally calmed down enough, Spencer led her towards the briefing room so they could have a moment alone to talk. He wanted to know her, and she needed to know him before she made another big decision. He let her know who he was, what he used to do and the rundown on his relationship with Y/N and Amoreena.

“So you met her at the park and got married a week later because you both have dead exes and somehow through fate, you made a kid together?” She summed it up in a way that made it sound ridiculous.

“Mutual trauma is a great bonding tool, I’m sure you probably listen to rock music or anything sad and angry because you know someone feels the exact same way you do? I was like that when I was a teenager. We've both lost someone we loved and then made Amoreena out of pure luck,” he combated her snarky summary with his own profile of her.

“I actually like Taylor Swift, Paramore, Evanescence and Olivia Rodrigo when I need to scream about being sad, thank you very much,” she teased him, finding a very easy rhythm as they got to know one another.

“You’re going to lose your mind when you find out who’s with Amoreena right now,” Spencer smiles, somehow everything just fits together.

“What?” She looks so confused, scrunching her face the same way he did to push her glasses up without her hands.

“It’s a long story, but essentially we were at Taylor Swift’s house when JJ called, she’s watching Amoreena still,” Spencer explained, watching her jaw drop.

“Who the fuck are you, dude?” She whispered, and it took Spencer by surprise. “Sorry, I’m so used to swearing in front of adults lately to get my point across. But seriously, you’re so interesting…”

“Understandable,” Spencer laughs lightly at her strange compliment. “I have a lot of connections, and I’ll do anything to see the people I love, smile, that includes you now.”

“You barely know me and you’re just ready to accept that I’m your kid? Didn’t this just happen to you last week?” She laughs at the insanity of it all, “you’re going to have a million kids at this rate, dude.”

Again, she calls him dude and he knows she’s just trying to distance her emotions as they grow fonder and fonder. A coping mechanism so that she doesn’t get hurt anymore, she’s lost too much and she’s not going to love him just to lose him too.

“My dad ran out on me when I was a kid, I basically raised myself when my mom’s schizophrenia got bad, I know what it’s like to feel alone even when you’re with people who are supposed to love you,” he makes sure she knows who he is inside.

“I’m sorry,” she reaches a hand out for him, holding it softly. “I never really liked my dad growing up, he always felt off… I can’t explain it, but he was never the same guy twice he was either angry, miserable or scarily happy," she explains him and all Spencer can think is how he sounds like an unsub.

"I do miss my mom a lot, I didn’t know what else to do when I found out they couldn’t have babies together and she went to a Sperm bank without telling him. I know the names of your other kids too, besides Amoreena, I’m really surprised you found her mom without hacking the system too but, yeah, Dylan is 6 and Alice is 10, they’re both in DC with the same 2 mom’s, so if you didn’t want me, I was going to see if they would cause I’m technically their stepdaughter in a weird way and if I spent one more day in that foster home I would have ended it all,” it's a Reid rant, she's his for sure.

It takes him a minute to absorb it all, “wait, Amoreena is mine for sure?”

She nods like it’s a stupid question, “could you not tell my just looking at her? The 3 of us have the same face.”

“No, they wouldn’t tell us at the clinic,” Spencer is still in shock but more so that she got into the database so easily, “how did you do it?”

“It was easy, I had all the information about the sample my mom used so I just encrypted an email to the secretary of the sperm bank so as soon as she clicked the link to read more I’d have access to her computer, they didn’t even know I was in the system, they probably still don’t know I was there,” she explains it exactly how Penelope would.

“I don’t want you to think I’d ever not want you,” Spencer holds her hand a little tighter, “I’m not sure what the process will be like trying to get the foster agency to agree to me taking you home with us, but I’ll see what I can do. We have a big house and enough room for you in our hearts if this is where you’d like to be. I’m not saying it’ll be easy, you might hate the farm life and the isolation and all the cousins you now have, but you’re a piece of me and I’m not letting you go.”

She uses her free hand to wipe her tears on her sleeve again, “please, I know it’s not going to be the same but I miss having a family so much.”

He wraps her up in his arms, he knows the feeling all too well. One day his mom was there, the next day she was gone and no one prepared him for that. She never had to do this alone, Spencer wasn’t going to let that happen to her.

“Y/N is wonderful, you’ll love her and Amoreena. We live on a huge farm and there’s a lot to do during the day and people to spend time with, believe me, you’re going to feel so surrounded by the love you won’t know what to do with it all,” he shares from personal experience.

“Okay,” she hugged him tighter, pressing her face into his neck as he talked more, feeling the vibrations of his voice on her forehead to know that he was real. That his words were true and she was going to be taken care of.

“Is there anything about yourself that you’d like me to know? Or any questions you have? I’m sure this is going to be an interesting adjustment,” Spencer asked as he pulled away, looking down into her sweet eyes and seeing the hope she was still hanging on to.

“Is Y/N even okay with all of this? It’s her house isn’t it?”

“I’m sure she’ll be fine with it, she knew I had you and the other 2 out there somewhere, we just never expected to meet you so soon,” he’s as honest as possible, talking to her the same way he would with Henry, she seemed even more mature than him.

“Can she come in here too? I’d like to get to know her as well, see if she’s really as lovely as you say she is,” she smiled, coping with her trauma the same way he and Y/N did, with humour.

Almost like Y/N could feel him thinking about her, she knocked on the door before opening it a crack, “sorry, I have some updates,” she smiled.

Josephine smiled at her, “come in.”

Y/N sat down close to her and placed her hand on her shoulder, “my sister is a foster parent, she called her caseworker and they were able to rush the emergency next of kin paperwork, you can stay with us for as long as you would like to.”

“You’re serious? You barely know me?” She kept repeating that as if she convinced herself earlier in the day that they wouldn’t want to know her.

Y/N wrapped her up in a soft hug and Spencer saw all the tension leave Josephines body as she settled against her. It had been a long time since a mother held her, she didn’t realize how much she needed it until she was in her arms.

“You’re half Spencer, so by default you have a portion of my heart now too. I’m not going to love you as an obligation or because I feel like I have to, I love you because you’re part of him and our family,” she whispers into her hair, “I know what it’s like to be alone, you never have to be... unless we’re smothering you then I get it, but you know what I mean.”

She laughed in Y/N’s arms before pulling back. Y/N held her face in her hands and looked at her gently. She ran her fingers through her dyed hair, “you’re going to fit right in with the 4 of us.”

“Four?” She repeats, wondering who else they lived with.

“I’m pregnant,” Y/N smiles as Josephine lights up.

“I’ve always wanted to be a big sister,” she cried a little, “my mom named me after Jo from Little Women, she said she always planned to give me lots of sisters.”

“If this one is a girl she’ll be Eleonora like—“

“Like the poem, Edgar Allan Poe is one of my favourites,” Jo smiled again.

Somehow, without even being there, Amoreena’s mess of glitter glue was able to patch her older sister's broken heart right then and there too.

“I read really fast, my mom said she was going to go bankrupt buying books for me,” she opened up more and more, the hurt of the memories fading as she remembered them with happiness instead of mourning.

Her mom was gone, but the love of a mother filled her space once more. Y/N took her under her wing, keeping her warm and making sure he grew to be as happy healthy and wonderful as all her other babies.

—

They arrive at Taylor's door once again at 11:30. Amoreena is sound asleep in the spare room, not even able to change out of her princess costume or phone them to say goodnight. Taylor said she had a sugar crash and just asked to go to sleep, reminding Taylor that she had the best day ever before closing her tired little eyes.

Jo was very anxious to meet Taylor too, telling her a similar story to Y/N’s from just a few hours prior. Taylor made sure she was comfortable for the night in another spare room, making her a hot chocolate and some snacks from earlier that day at lunch. She was the best host, a wonderful friend and an even better honorary godparent to these girls of Spencer’s.

“Can I have a hug?” She sheepishly asks before she has to turn down the hall to her bedroom for the night.

Spencer answers by wrapping his arms around her and holding her close to his chest once more, he wasn’t sure how his heart could hold so much love for these girls, and still have room left to make more one day. It was a dream come true to have a family this big, no one was going to believe that he gained 3 kids and a wife in under a month.

He kissed her on the forehead gently, seeing her smile at the contact let him know it was fine. “Goodnight dad,” she whispers, pressing her lips together awkwardly the same way he did before turning down the hall and disappearing into her room.

She had only a backpack of things currently, not expecting everything to go as smoothly as it did. She had enough clothes to sleep in, and Taylor happily provided some old tour perch to her just in case she needed something new to wear. Something to help her ease to sleep that didn’t feel like she was going back to her old life in the morning.

Amoreena was going to have a field day tomorrow when she met her big sister, the beautiful girl who was busy covering her scars with bandaids provided by Spencer, but it would take a lot of time, effort and care to make her feel truly healed again. It was going to be interesting seeing Amoreena adjust to sharing him so early, especially since he knew Jo would need so much more attention to ease her anxiety moving forward.

Spencer sat on the guest bed beside Y/N, noticing all the rose petals and candles on the dresser and night tables, “oh she really had a lot planned for us.”

“She’s the fairy godmother of our dreams,” Y/N agreed with a laugh. “I don’t mind staying up late tonight if you don’t mind leaving on Monday instead?”

“I was going on suggest the same thing,” he smiled at her, leaning in to press their lips together gently for the first time since the wedding that afternoon.

“let's get into our comfy’s and go for a walk on the beach, Taylor left me the keys to lock up when we come back,” she whispered the words against his lips before smiling.

“Can I call Derek before we go? I really need to talk to him,” he’s honest with her as he pulls away, feeling really anxious and shook up at the events of the day. He needed his best friend.

“Yeah, I’ll go check out the rest of the guest house, come find me when you’re done?” She says softly, getting off the bed with a smile and stepping out of the room with a small wave.

He takes his phone out and dials the number, waiting with the phone pressed against his ear as it rings. Again and again, every new hum in his ear making his heart beat faster, “hello?” He’s finally rescued.

“Have you talked to anyone on the team lately?”

“Who died?” It was everyone’s go-to question when they got a phone call like this one.

“No one, quite the opposite actually—“

“She’s pregnant!” Derek shouts, cutting him off and Spencer can hear Savannah asking who from the background.

“Well, yeah, but that’s not why I'm calling,” Spencer replies only to be met with Derek's laughter.

“Penny and I had a bet on how long it would take.”

“She cheated because she knew we were trying,” Spencer takes the fun from him, Penelope always won. “I have another kid.”

“I know man, birth is so cool— well I’m telling him anyway,” Derek is clearly talking to Savannah and him at the same time, “we’re pregnant again too.”

“No, Derek, I’m pregnant and sick as hell while you’re perfectly fine,” she snaps back at him as she takes the phone. “You better be so kind to her Doctor Spencer Reid; rub her feet, make her breakfast, thank every god on earth and the ground she walks on for being willing to make another version of you, do you hear me?”

“Yes ma’am,” Spencer hold back a laugh, wondering when Y/N would have a hormonal switch like that, “but I didn’t mean the one in her stomach, another fully formed human of my creation walked into the BAU looking for me today.”

There’s a rustling through the phone as Derek takes it back from her, “what the fuck did you just say?”

“Her name is Jo, she’s exactly a month younger than Henry and her parents died 7 months ago,” he continues without even repeating the last part, “Derek I have 3 kids now and I don’t know what I’m doing.”

“Where are you right now?”

“In Taylor Swift's guest house.”

“Spencer, be serious with me, are you doing drugs again?"

“Ask Penelope, she contacted Portia, Rossi’s stepdaughter, who contacted Taylor so I could help Y/N and Amoreena meet her, then JJ called and made us fly all the way to Quantico and now I have 2 children living with me and one on the way. Not to mention, child 1 is extremely jealous about sharing me with people and hasn’t even gotten accustomed to being a big sister, and child 2 is so traumatized she hacked the fucking sperm bank and explained it to me like it was as easy as making a sandwich. I am in over my head here, Derek.”

“Okay, that sounded more like Spencer Reid,” Derek’s calm and happy voice calms him slightly and prompts him to take a deep breath. “If she’s able to hack she’s most likely like Penelope, we can introduce them. She’ll need someone who understands the loss of a parent. Amoreena, on the other hand, you need to spend a day with just her. Take her to the movies, or to see a play or something. Let her know she’s always going to be your little girl no matter how many siblings she gets.”

“Thank you, I needed someone who wasn’t my overly optimistic wife to tell me if I could do it,” he’s overly honest, Derek is his person and will always be his person.

“I get it, thanks for calling me, I’m really glad you’re okay,” he can hear Derek's smile and all he wants is a hug from him. “How was the wedding?”

“Good, we all cried a lot,” he laughs then, “we were supposed to have a big dinner on the beach before we got called into Quantico, so I’m going to go spend time with her now, I love you, Derek,” he rushes the words out so he doesn’t get overly emotional.

“I love you too, Spencer, have a good night,” Derek hands up before they both get too emotional. They always had a knack for making the other cry in times like this.

He lets out a deep sigh before tossing his phone on the bedside table. 3 of his 5 kids were here with him and Y/N now, safe and sound. If anyone else needed him, they could wait.

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DEBRIS AND MISERY

TRUTH AND LIES ; PART 3 / ?

PAIRING: Loki Laufeyson x Female!Reader WORD COUNT: 3.5k SUMMARY: You and Loki make a trip to the open market which leads to a flurry of thievery, arrests and an almost death. A/N: Hey hey, I guess I’m just updating this series on no porper day because I’m a bitch for procrastination wohoo! There’s so much going on in this chapter, probably a little too long but I hope you like it <3 gif from this gifset by @hiddleston-daily WARNINGS: Swearing, laser rifles, electrocution, intended execution, Loki being annoying. support my writing through ko-fi💖 MASTERPOST ; MASTERLIST

“So, what do you propose?”

Loki questions, walking beside you through the winding pathways of the outskirts of the city of Sakaar. Stalls propped up on stilts, colorful fabric hung overhead as a shield from the blazing sun of the afternoon. He’s dressed like a Sakaarian, drapery of vivid and bright colors, similar to yours—both passing through, hiding in plain sight amongst the crowd of contrasting species.

The place inevitably stinks, living up to the planet’s nature.

Yet, it’s a world of textile mania. Everywhere he looks, there’s a pop of color, radiant and brilliant. Whether it’s the clothes of the locals, the paint that adorns the structure of their faces, or the streaks of blue and red cascading down the walls of the city in the glimmer of the sun.

Your eyes seem to glow in the reflection of the sunlight; the shawl conceals the crimson scar well enough—barely recognizable in your disguise. Your gaze meets his. “Well, I propose we steal one of the Grandmaster’s ships. They're the only ones that are strong enough to enter the Anus.”

Loki flashes you a look, “You have to stop calling it the Anus.”

Your rapid steps come to halt at the foot of a stall, an extensive table with miles of crates filled with an array of vegetables and fruits. Some wiggle their way through the crowd of customers, some rigorously examining every blemish of each fruit while others attempt negotiating the prices with the distraught-looking vendor with a face of sapphire.

It’s a pastiche of a Pieter Bruegel painting. And the two of you are seemingly animate characters at the center of it.

Loki trails closely behind you—much to your dismay— shouldering a two-headed lady by accident, both heads snapping at him with blazing eyes. He mutters an apology as she quickly disappears into the crowd. He turns and nearly loses sight of you, instantly shouldering his way to stand beside your figure as you hum with amusement, brows raised. Your head tilts, eyes on him once more. “Oh, I’m sorry. Would it help if I called it the ‘giant red hole’ instead?”

He blinks. “You have somehow made it sound worse.”

You hum once more, cautiously gazing at the hectic vendor. “It’s one of my many talents.”

With a swift motion, he follows your fingers that delicately pluck one of the odd-looking blue enlarged berries from the stand, sliding it into your stash in a matter of a split second.

He’s almost impressed.

“I suppose thievery is one of your many talents.”

It’s both a question and a statement—Said in a tone of near mockery. Loki is starting to get on your nerves with the unnecessary commentary on every decision you made that led the two of you to this very moment—a routine you’ve repeated for years before his arrival. Oh and he’s well aware of the growing aggravation towards his sheer presence. It’s a feeling he’s no stranger to. It feels like home.

Your once monotony interactions are now turned into a muse for Loki’s own entertainment.

“Look, you really don’t have to announce and narrate every aspect of your silly observations like we’re in a stupid play. Especially, when I’m doing something that’s fairly frowned upon—”

“Fairly frowned upon? Really?”

A groan escapes from the scowl of your lips. You look like you’re about to kill him.

“Just shut up, for God’s sake.”

You snatch him by the wrist, forcing your way through the sea of Sakarriaans. Your grip is surprisingly firm—he scoffs, twisting his arm out of your grasp almost in a child’s manner. “Would you stop that?” he says as you lead him away from the bustling crowd, a corner where two perpendicular buildings meet. You turn to him in a somewhat exaggerated attempt to express your resentment towards him, pulling the shawl away, revealing your face as you hold your pointer finger to him like it’s a weapon. Loki instinctively staggers back in his stance. “No, you stop that!” you hiss, advancing towards him. “I told you not to mess with my shit and what you did there, that’s messing with my shit.”

Again, he finds himself caught in the act of your fury and frustration. He quickly notes that you seem to have an uncontrollable temper, and it’s unpredictable. You’re living in a constant predicament, one slight prod and you’ll burn, spontaneous combustion and you’ll burn right through everything, God or not.

You sigh, caressing your cheek. “I’m sorry, it’s just...I’ve been alone for so long and this,” You gesture between the two of you, “I never thought it’ll be possible to experience this again.”

Loki arches a beckoning brow. “Which is?”

You blink once, then twice, pursing your lips. “Company.” you punctuate it like it leaves an unpleasant taste on your tongue—you’re embarrassed to reveal a side of vulnerability. Like you have been in a constant fight to build the walls around you, to keep your guard up at all times, no matter the circumstance or cost. Whatever happened between you and the Grandmaster, destroyed the remains of your personality, your ability to feel like a human being and coping and living with the knowledge that you will never get off this planet and never return home for years. You deserve a fraction of his reverence, not sympathy.

Forced into the realm of independence with no one to cry out to. Your life oddly and eerily reflects his. He can’t help but feel that maybe it’s fate that hauled him out of the Bifrost, sending him flying into Sakaar and crashing into the very home you reside within.

His mouth runs dry for the first time because there’s nothing to say. You apologize even when you don't need to and the part of you that protrudes is your honesty—a part of you that differs from himself. You’re truthful, even to a stranger. Nevertheless, he nods.

A yell from a distance captures your attention, a man on the other end of the pathway that leads to the markets, dressed in the armor of red—a Sakaarian guard, armed with a laser rifle. The guard, unfortunately, might recognize you, with your face out in the open. Your scar makes you stand out like a sore thumb. It’s every criminal’s nightmare.

You discreetly turn your head towards the wall in a desperate attempt to hide your identity even though you very well know, there’s a significant chance it isn’t going to work. Your figure is now close to his, he can almost feel the erratic beating of your heart. You’re...afraid.

The sentry on patrol nears the two of you, expression unreadable, concealed under the mask of red strokes like warrior paint. His voice is low, authoritative. “Everything alright here?”

He must have noticed the commotion during the heat of your argument, perhaps recognizing the tone of your voice which does not help with the plan the two of you are drafting to get off this planet, or maybe, he is just genuinely concerned. The latter seems improbable by the way the guard stands, hands hovering over the trigger of the rifle.

Loki decides it would be best to negotiate and pretend everything is fine. He would much rather avoid a fight because he would hate for you to end up dying as a prisoner in the arms of the Grandmaster. Well, because you’re on his way out. Nothing more.

He turns to the sentry with his usual charming smile, palms raised to indicate he means no harm. It's an image of vulnerability. The guard seems to relax at this, fingers moving away from the trigger of his weapon although his posture remains sturdy.

He’s alone, no other guards are lurking nearby. If anything were to happen, at least it will be two against one.

How foolish.

“Everything is quite alright, kind sir. It’s just one of our...common little spats, nothing more. The missus says I don’t give her enough attention and well, you would know how that turned out—”

You nearly choke at Loki’s words. Out of all the possible reasons, he chooses a lover's spat as an excuse. An incredibly absurd and petty lover’s spat.

Now, you're his fucking missus.

The armored man is unfazed by Loki’s charm; he doesn’t seem convinced. He turns to you, gesturing to your figure with his rifle. “Show your face, ma’am.”

Loki is quick to step in. “Sir, I believe that would be rather embarrassing for her. You see, she has been crying, and it’s not a pretty sight. Red all over, bloodshot eyes—you know.”

You roll your eyes. Now, all you want to do is send your palm flying across his face. Hard.

Once more, the guard doesn’t completely believe Loki’s explanation.

Loki turns to you discretely, extending his open palm to you. He whispers lowly. “Do you trust me?”

You simply shake your head.

Nevertheless, you take his hand.

Before you know it, you’re being hurled by the arm, head first and now the two of you are in a full-out sprint, spinning, and weaving from every pedestrian. Your shawl is long gone, Loki has magically switched back to his original Asgardian outfit. The sentry tails behind the two of you, close enough to hear him speak through the telecommunication device attached to his armor. “It’s the girl—Scrapper 170!”

The two of you dive down an alley, the sentry starting to gain. Loki turns to you mid-sprint with an exasperated look. “Scrapper 170? What is that supposed to mean?”

“Now is not the time, Loki!” you groan, voice trembling with every land of your quick feet against the ground. The sentry halts and aims. A flash of purple passes you by an inch. You duck instinctively, feet stumbling and your hand leaves Loki’s. The laser beam crashes into a wall, leaving a massive hole in it. You hear a woman shriek from the other side through the hole.

You round the corner, catching the glimpse of not one but three guards running after you. You instantly spin away to see Loki just about a meter ahead. You power through, catching up to his side. The alley breaks into a clearing, leading you back to the open market that teems with the same hectic and rowdy crowd of Sakaarians. Another shot fires at the two of you; it blasts like a hand grenade—the crowd screams. Loki is shoved away from you and with a turn of your head, you completely lose sight of him. Another blast of the rifle, you duck in time as it hits the crate of fruits behind. You kamikaze down the little avenues lined with vendors and shops, careening through the labyrinth. There’s a sentry at every turn, emerging from the crowd, behind the counter, tent flaps, and crates.

Amid the chase, you halt at a dead end. Behind you, the guards are catching up. At the corner of your eye, you spot Loki on the other side of the market, a few stalls away. His eyes are wide, and you’re trying to catch your breath. You step forward, ready to make his way to him when suddenly you hear something tick by your ear, then a wave of excruciating pain burns throughout your body—muscles spasms all over, you could barely control your own body any longer. Then, complete darkness as you felt your knees give out, face hard to the ground. The last thing you heard was your scream.

Maybe, you are meant to live your life filled with events of deja vu—a life of full circles and time loops. Maybe, you are meant to live a life of crime with the constant disability to learn from your mistakes, having been caught on numerous occasions because as soon as your brain awakens from its weakening of electrocution torture, there’s a familiar sense of aftermath pain, the sight of colorful grand walls, the feeling your hands cuffed to a rock metal chair and the grinning smile of none other than the Grandmaster.

You are stuck in a cycle, and you’re never breaking free.

The Grandmaster calls out your name with an almost chilling enthusiasm to his tone.

“At last, we meet again, 170! I’ve missed you, you know. You, uh, you really were something, huh? Intelligent. Pretty. Brought me lots of great stuff. Like that guy—What’s his name? Oh! Ares, God of war. He was a brilliant champion. Now, look at you. All dirty, disgusting and that hideous scar, ugh—” The Grandmaster cringes, gesturing to your figure with that melt stick of his. You flinch as he nears you, deciding how much you hate that shimmering golden robe. “Though I’ll have to admit, you are good at hiding. It’s almost annoying...Do you agree, Loki?”

He turns and you follow his gaze. Loki stands by the corner, looking almost sheepish. Your eyes are now immense, face painted with hurt and betrayal albeit you don’t necessarily demonstrate it. Loki averts his gaze to the Grandmaster. “I suppose.”

The silver-haired man laughs with a wagging finger to him. “I like you, Loki. I really do.”

You cringe at his words. He turns to you, smile gone.

“Hey, now you are going to tell me—I mean, really tell me—who exactly you are and where you’re from.”

You spot the furrow of the God's brows. His voice is faint, like the time at the market, asking you to trust him. “Is she not from Earth?”

The Grandmaster seems to be taken aback by Loki’s sudden question, narrow eyes bouncing between the two of you. Then, his mouth curves into an apparent ‘o’. “Oh, I see what’s going on. Wow. You actually believed that little story of hers? That she’s from a planet called Earth and an astronaut? Oh, you poor thing,” He speaks through his chuckles, amused by Loki’s expression of bewilderment.

So much for being truthful.

“You know, I always have the intuition for liars like you. So, there was no way you could have faked it all the way through.” His attention is on you, but you’re too busy looking at your unlikely ally or you dare say your partner's unreadable manner. Blank face. Usual posture. You hope to spot a hint of sympathy or sadness in his eyes. There’s nothing.

You can’t save yourself and neither can he.

You, after all, betrayed him in terms of your unknown identity. It’s expected he wouldn’t do the same. Yet, this is Loki getting a taste of his own medicine. If it weren’t for your imminent death, you would find this situation rather amusing.

“So, are you going to tell us the truth?”

Your gaze returns to the taller man. “No.”

You’re not sure how to feel about that single word being the last word you speak.

The Grandmaster blinks then shrug coyly. “Oh well, that’s quite a pity,” he moves around, gazing at the surrounding guards, hand on his hip. “So, uh, we’re doing this, huh?”

No one in the room moves or speaks.

He sighs, extending the melt stick to you. “Yeah, okay...See ya, then!”

You shut your eyes, ready to succumb to the pain of being liquefied. You wonder if it hurts and that the past victims you have witnessed were being dramatic as they screamed for the end of their lives rather than the pain itself. In all honesty, you’re terrified although you believe you shouldn’t be. Death is inevitable, after all, and you’ve been prepared for many years, living in hiding.

This is it. This is when you finally rest.

You miss home. Wherever that is.

“Wait!”

Your eyes are wide open, they fly to Loki who has his arm stretched out, nearing the Grandmaster. The melt stick is inches away from your face. The Grandmaster spins away from you, attention directed to Loki. “Really, Loki? I was so close to having the pleasure of melting her!”

For an Elder of the Universe, he could erratically act a lot like a child. A child with an obsession with control and murder. Psychopathic child.

You observe the two enter an argument of whispers and dramatic hand movements. Then, the colorful psychopath in that hideous shimmering coat swivels in his stance, gaze at you as a heavy sigh escapes his lips. “Fine. I guess I don’t have to know who exactly you are. On behalf of Loki here who seems very keen on keeping you alive, you are pardoned,” Your mouth flies open in response. “But! I’m putting you on probation. 142 will be keeping a close eye on you. So, yeah. Lie to me again and I’ll have you executed for real.”

The Grandmaster walks away and your wrists are released from the cuffs of the chair.

Loki retains that darn smirk on that charming face of his.

The slave quarters seem huge from the last time you were here. In comparison to your unstable shack of a home in the outskirts of the city, anything cleaner and brighter than that shithole was enough to fulfill your heart’s desire for an ideal place of residence. It’s the same room you occupied before you fled and went into hiding. You recognize the markings on the wall, roman numerals, hidden in the corner by your bed, counting the days since you arrived on Sakaar. That was years ago, maybe a decade—you lost count.

There’s a knock on the door; it swishes open to reveal none other than Loki, dressed in a different but relatively similar outfit to his original Asgardian clothing. It’s blue instead of green. You abruptly decide you like the way it brings out the specks of blue in those irises of emerald.

You cross your arms. “So, I assume you got caught, but I want to know how the hell did you not get this thing?” You tap the obedience disk on the curve of your neck. His smile curves into a smirk. “One word: Silvertongue.”

Your snort, nearing him. “That’s two words.”

Loki simply rolls his eyes. “No, it isn’t. It’s two—it doesn’t matter.”

That deafening silence wave over the two of you. You purse your lips.

“Why did you save me back there?”

The God blinks, shoulders squaring. There’s a sudden tension in the air.

“Well,” his head tilts as he clears his throat, trying to form the right words. He wets his lips. “If someone manages to trick the God of trickery himself, maybe that someone is worth saving.”

His response startles a distinct silence from you—the silence of awe and contemplation. He says you're worthy of saving, a sentence you never thought you’ll hear from the man who crashed through your roof and proceeded to be threatened with a dagger. The man who seemed to have some sort of inclination and ambition to annoy the death out of you. It’s bizarre how life works, how two diverging lives end up intertwined with one another in the most unlikely circumstance, and how time truly heals. It mends the wounds of the lonely, the ones who were told they were never enough.

Maybe scarce and scarce turns out to be enough after all.

You see yourself in him, a complex mind and a misunderstood heart. It’s frightening how you somehow understand, and you somehow don’t simultaneously.

People are complex. Life is complex.

He watches you with that same look when he initially heard the vocals of Freddie Mercury.

You’re no Freddie Mercury, you know that.

Your voice cuts through the silence. “Thank you.”

Loki seems to snap out of what felt like forever, responding with a curt nod.

“I’ll see you at dinner then,” he says, backing away into the hallway as he readies himself to leave. “And please, wear something better than that hideous heap of trash.” He gestures to your figure; your clothes are rugged and filled with dust and sand.

It’s your turn to roll your eyes.

“We can resume our plans to getting off this planet after that,”

With a smug look, he spins on his heel and leaves. The door closes with a whirring sound. You feel heavy.

And God, you need a drink.

You quickly locate the drinking glasses, in one of the cabinets above the kitchenette. As you rummage through the rest of the drawers and cabinets in search of a bottle of something, a soft hum from the other side of the room catches your attention.

Your figure spins and you’re met by the sight of a group of materialized armored soldiers, clad in black. You heave a profound sigh of relief, a grin curving upon your lips.

“You guys finally found me! What took y'all so long? I’ve been stuck here for ages—”

“It appears to be a standard sequence violation.” one of the armored men say with an A-50 scrawled vertically on his helmet in orange.

You furrow your brows, feeling your heart stop. “Wait, what—”

“On behalf of the Time Variance Authority, I hereby arrest you for crimes against the Scared Timeline.” Hunter A-50 speaks. There’s a wave of sympathy flashes upon his expression. “I’m sorry.”

The cup falls to the floor, shattering into serrated pieces that surround your feet. Your heart begins to pound. As the other hunters grasp onto your arms, you are hauled through the translucent glowing doorway. Then, you hear the words of A-50 that struck your heart like a dagger.

“Reset the timeline.”

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mondscheinprinzessin · 3 years

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drunken tattoos

This post discussing Olli’s not visible BC tattoo didn’t leave my mind and I just had to write something stupid. So here are Joonas and Olli making a pact to get the BC logo tattooed on their asses.

I am dedicating this dumbassery to @drippinlou and @dream-thieves

(also pls don’t get a tattoo while drunk)

Playing in front of more than a hundred people was more exhilarating than Olli could've ever expected. The way they swayed and jumped to their music, sang along to the words and made them feel like the biggest band walking on earth.

It had to be celebrated. Selling that many tickets was a new high in their band life and it was steady but surely going uphill for them. Soon it was no more playing in shady bars and dirty clubs, they could get a bigger stage and invest in equipment.

Olli wanted to ride on that high forever, the beers he had downed helping him to keep him afloat on a cloud of adrenaline, excitement, and blissful joy. The wide smile on his face had been there for the last hour or so, but Olli couldn’t stop. Seeing his bandmates in each other’s arms and screaming to a Britney Spears Remix currently playing in the club would remain as a picture forever saved in his memories.

Joonas hooked arms with him and pressed a cocktail in his hands with the command to drink it up. And who was Olli to refuse such a charming smile on his fellow guitarist.

Not long after -or was it, Olli couldn’t tell- the both of them found themselves in the alley outside the club, still swaying to the music that could be heard through the open doors. They passed a few smokers that gave them disapproving stares but Olli couldn’t care less. He was having the time of his life.

Passing a corner Joonas suddenly stopped in his tracks, regarding him with wide eyes.

“What?” Olli asked, confused. “Don’t tell me you have to puke, go somewhere else for that.” Already on the move to march forward, Olli was once again held back by Joonas by a tug on his hand.

“No, I have an amazing idea.” He told him with shining eyes, the mischief was clear as day, but that was normal with Joonas and didn’t worry him.

When nothing else came Olli motioned with his hand to continue, looking at him expectantly. Now he wanted to know. The night was too early to kill off and he was in the mood for an adventure, which was guaranteed to happen with a drunken Joonas in company.

“Oh right.” Joonas said as if he had forgotten he was in the middle of explaining. “Tattoos!”

“Tattoos?”

“Yes, tattoos! We always wanted our band logo tattooed, don’t you remember?”

“Of course I remember.” Olli defended himself. “I’m not that drunk.” He said and promptly stumbled over his own foot, holding himself up by the wall next to him.

A giggling came from behind, but Olli found it funny enough to join in, already forgetting what reason Joonas had to laugh.

“Let’s do it now.”

Lifting his head, getting dizzy from the abrupt movement, he looked at Joonas, thinking hard about what they were talking about. “Huh?”

“The tattoo.” Joonas said urgently like it was the most important thing on earth right now. And...it kind of was in Olli’s opinion. Tattoos sounded great. He wanted one.

“Now?” he asked to be sure he understood the plan.

“Of course now. Now is the best time.”

Olli agreed and nodded with his head more forcefully than it was necessary, the world once again hiding behind a blurriness that he was unable to blink away.

“But we can do one better. Let’s make a pact!”

“A pact?” Olli felt like he was only asking questions this evening, his brain slowed down and unable to process any information Joonas threw his way.

Hitting him square over the chest Joonas grinned at him. “Dude, how drunk are you, keep up. A pact between brothers.”

Olli hummed and grabbed Joonas by the shoulders to pull him into a hug, simultaneously tousling his hair. They almost fell over from the force but Joonas was able to keep them upright.

“You’re the bestest brother.” Olli said and squeezed tighter, Joonas only chuckling into his shoulder, the sound loud in his ear but enough to raise his spirits even higher. The fun that came out of forming a band with his friends and touring together was the greatest thing in his life, enjoying the close bond they had and right now he had the most awesome fun ever.

Joonas weaseled his way out of his grip and jumped on his back instead, giving Olli only seconds to take a hold of his legs but they managed, going forward on wobbly knees and in a zigzag course, only swerving around a lamppost last second and when Joonas pulled his hair in the direction they were headed to.

Picking up from where they left off, Joonas said, “So, from brother to brother I say let’s put it on our ass.”

Coming to a halt, Olli tried to understand the strings of words and especially the combination of tattoo and ass in one sentence.

“Hey, I didn’t say you could stop.” Joonas let out and wiggled with his legs till Olli got the memo and started walking again. More or less.

“Why on our ass?”

“Uh...because that’s funny? And like the greatest idea ever. And funny.” He said as if it was obvious. Which- yeah okay Olli could see behind it. It was pretty funny. Hilarious even. Why didn’t they think of it before? Might be the greatest idea Joonas ever had. Or the one they could remember.

“It is.”

“Then onward my fair steed” Joonas said and began giggling again when Olli picked up speed and Joonas was swaying on his back like a ship on the high sea. It was a miracle they didn’t crash and kept lying in a ditch, waiting to be found by their bandmates in the morning.

Somehow, they managed to find their destination, or more like a random tattoo parlour that was mysteriously open at this hour. But why should they care as long as they would finally get their tattoos.

They wandered inside (Joonas by his side instead of his back), greeting the woman behind the counter who had a boring expression on her face. She raised an eyebrow, eying them from top to bottom but didn’t comment on their state.

When asked what she can do for them they simply said ass tattoo. That should cover all information needed.

The woman called for a Sarah and a blonde woman emerged from a room, waving Joonas over who had a flirty smile already on his face. Always ready to play with his charms. Who knows what could come out of this.

Olli eyed the woman, whose name he still didn’t know, but followed her willingly into another room, losing sight of Joonas. They would see each other soon enough. With a little extra on their bodies.

He laid down as instructed, his pants off over a chair and his underwear pulled down to bare his butt for everyone to see. Without the alcohol he may have been blushing more over the fact he was showing himself off so freely, but he couldn’t see what the woman was doing anyway.

He had given her the flyer of tonight's concert so she had a template for the tattoo, and it wasn’t like it was a big one, he would cope.

The first lines of the needle hurt nevertheless and reached his mind even in his drunken state, the alcohol only doing so much to fight back on the pain. After a while though the buzzing only made him tired, having to suppress the urge to close his eyes and just fall asleep.

He contemplated over doing just that when the woman swatted over his cheek not currently sporting a tattoo and that helped him getting awake again. He practically jumped up, refraining from pulling up his underwear as she needed to get over the aftercare stuff but then he was free to go.

He stumbled over the threshold into the colder night air, the alcohol level noticeably lower but not enough to keep his head from spinning. He could hardly make out Joonas leaned against the lamppost across from him, but that stupid hat was indicator enough it was his friend standing there and not some stranger with striking similarity.

Joonas put out his cigarette when Olli came closer. “Well, how was it?”

“Not liking getting my ass spanked but other than that I’m fine.”

Joonas let out a loud laugh from deep in his chest, probably waking every sleeping person in the street. “Sounds like you had a good time. Show me?”

“Are you stupid? Not here. I don’t want to get arrested for public nuisance.” Olli said and shoved Joonas away when he made grabby hands towards his belt. He was definitely not getting naked here.

“Tease.” Joonas whined disappointed. “Oh! But let me show you mine.”

“Joonas, no. I don’t wanna see your ass now either. Besides, we got the same motive?”

But Joonas didn’t make a move to open his pants, no, he only shoved his hand into his face, making him crosseyed.

Grabbing the hand waving before his eyes, he tried to focus. “Joonas, what? Hey! What is this?”

There was clearly a diamond shaped thing on the back of his hand, that suspiciously looked like their band logo, and then it dawned on him.

“There is one on your ass too, right? You didn’t make me do that alone? Right? Joonas?”

His questions fell on deaf ears though and there was only maniac laughter coming from Joonas, who upon seeing Olli’s eyes darken, got a good headstart and ran away before Olli could grab the hem of his jacket. Cursing, Olli could do nothing than follow Joonas and made sure they didn’t lose their way to the hotel and then he could wrestle him down long enough to tattoo that stupid thing on him on his own.

#I wrote his in an hour and didn't edit it #so sorry for mistakes #but I couldn't stop writing and just had to share it with you #blind channel #Olli Matela #Joonas Porko #my fic

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reinerispretty · 4 years

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reminiscence (? x f!reader) pt2

thank you so much for all of the positive feedback on the last chapter!! i’m super happy you guys enjoyed it :) just for some clarification, the reason i made who the reader will end up with a mystery is bc since she has amnesia, i thought it would be fun if we all found out together hehe :) enjoy this next chapter!!

pt1

pt3

“Thank you,” The woman said, hunched over as she caught her breath. When she stood, Bolin got a good look at her face. She wasn’t a woman at all: she was a girl, probably the same age as him. “I thought I had an agreement with the Triads to leave me alone, but that guy must not have gotten the memo.”

Bolin let out a laugh. “You have an agreement with the Triads?” The girl furrowed her brows and pouted.

“Gotta keep myself safe somehow.”

“Who was that?” (Y/N) asked as Kya and Korra rifled through dressers and chests to find Air Nomad clothes that would fit her. Kya gave Korra a sharp look before the girl could answer.

“That was Bolin,” Korra replied cautiously. “He’s Mako’s brother.”

“Oh,” (Y/N) said. “He looked really nice. Did he know me too?”

“Um, yeah, I think so,” Korra said and Kya glared at her. “What? Am I just supposed to lie to her if she asks?”

“I appreciate the honesty,” (Y/N) admitted. “I would really rather no one tiptoe around the past.”

“If you receive too much information at once, or someone tells you something too painful, it could harm your chances of ever getting your memory back,” Kya said as she handed (Y/N) an Air Nomad dress.

“So everyone is just supposed to pretend that they’re fine with me? That hardly seems fair.” (Y/N) gave Korra a pointed look. “I know you know something that I don’t and that’s why you’re a little stand-offish toward me.”

“You’re not wrong.”

“Tell me, please? I’ll be okay. I need to know what kind of person I was.”

“Not today,” Kya interrupted. “You need rest. Lots of it. You’ve been going since you woke up.”

Now that she mentioned it, (Y/N) did feel rather exhausted. She stifled a yawn. “I’ll lead you to your room,” Kya said. “Since Korra can’t be trusted to not tell you everything.”

(Y/N) stood as Kya grabbed her by the arm again. “It was nice meeting you, Korra, even if it wasn’t nice meeting me.” Korra didn’t reply. She just watched as the girl padded down the hall.

The room (Y/N) was given was bare. It held a desk, a dresser, and a bed. The window looked out onto the courtyard below. She could see the people down there, undoubtedly talking about her, and she reached her fingers up to open the window. She paused, thinking on Kya’s words. If she found out too much about herself too soon, she would risk the chance of losing her memories forever. She let her hand fall to her side.

Everyone down there knew who she was. Maybe they knew her likes, her dislikes, or even her birthday. She wondered if at one point they had been friends.

Her experience with Mako had definitely put a sour taste in her mouth. He had said she wasn’t a good person. Was she mean? Evil, even? What made her that way? What did she do to him that was so awful?

And then there was Bolin. Mako had mentioned his name earlier, when she had arrived on his doorstep. “Bolin’s not here,” He had said. Why would it matter whether or not Bolin was there? She sighed as she looked down at the boy dressed in green. What did he know about her?

(Y/N) felt the familiar stinging at the backs of her eyes that alerted her to tears. Since she was alone, she let them fall freely. She moved away from the window and to the bed, her body shaking as she cried. She felt so alone. How was she supposed to cope with something like this? She was completely lost on the inside and it seemed like the only people who knew her didn’t want her around.

She didn’t bother wiping her tears away. They fell too quickly for her to catch them all. She wondered if she had ever had someone that would wipe her tears away. She got under the covers and prayed that sleep would come to her soon.

---

Two years ago, Bolin had been walking down the streets of Republic City. It was a warm night, signaling the start of summer, so he wore his jacket slung over his shoulder. The streetlights shone against the puddles on the asphalt. It had rained earlier that day.

He and Mako had gotten in a fight over money again. It was stupid, really, but sometimes Bolin was just so sick of Mako treating him like he was incapable. He had slammed the door as he left their shared apartment and marched into the street, walking with no destination. He was far away from home now. He could tell he had been walking for a while because the neon lights of the shops had already shut off. Republic City was beginning to quiet.

He made a right onto a dimly lit street and noticed a female figure walking ahead of him. Bolin decided to stop. He knew sometimes it freaked women out if men walked behind them, even if there was no ill-intent behind it, so he leaned his back against the cool brick of the building and waited until she had rounded the corner to start walking again. That was when he heard the scream.

Out of pure instinct, Bolin started running toward the sound, his jacket billowing behind him. He skidded around the corner, watching as the woman he had seen struggled against a member of the Triple Threat Triad. He and Mako had done some work for them in the past, but he didn’t recognize the man. He was large, towering over the woman and probably Bolin too. He had his hands around the woman’s wrists and was trying to lead her into the dark alley beside them. “Hey!” Bolin called out. “Let her go!”

The man stopped, a sinister smile creeping its way onto his features. “This doesn’t concern you, kid.”

Bolin wracked his brain for a clever reply, but when he couldn’t find one, he resorted to his next best option. He stomped against the ground, causing small boulders to pummel the man. He let go of the woman’s wrists and she ran over to Bolin.

The man let out a roar, jumping into the air and sending a slice of firebending at the two of them. They screamed and Bolin grabbed her hand, running back down the street and taking the back alley ways he knew so well.

“My place is the other way!” She shouted at him.

“I don’t think you wanna take him to where you live!” Bolin shouted back. They made a sharp right turn onto one of the busier streets in Republic City. Bolin stopped, using his head start to earthbend the ground up, completely blocking the man from following them. They dashed into the crowd then, Bolin’s grip still tight on the woman’s hand, until he was sure they were safe to stop.

Bolin let out a laugh. “You have an agreement with the Triads?” The girl furrowed her brows and pouted.

“Gotta keep myself safe somehow,” She said. She looked down at her hands and sighed sadly. “When he grabbed me, he made me drop my dinner.”

“Oh no!” Bolin exclaimed. “Come with me, I know a place!”

“Thanks,” She said, “But I don’t have any money on me.”

“Let me buy you dinner!” The words came out before he could stop them, and he knew Mako would be so mad if he found out, but he couldn’t help himself. The girl raised an eyebrow.

“I don’t think it’s fair to make you pay for my dinner after you just saved my life,” She said with a laugh. Bolin smiled at the sound.

“How about this: you can repay me for saving your life by accompanying me to dinner. And if I—hypothetically—ordered too much food and couldn’t possibly let it go to waste so you’d have to eat it…then I think that’s fair!”

The girl smiled up at him. “Then I guess, hypothetically, I’d have to say yes.”

Bolin grinned and began walking in the direction of the restaurant, then paused. “Just to be clear, you are coming to dinner with me, right?” The girl laughed again and nodded.

They slid into the booth of Bolin’s favorite twenty-four-hour noodle shop. “They’ve got everything,” Bolin explained as they poured over the menu together. “Ramen, pho, pad thai…you name it, they have it.”

The girl hummed. “Think they have sea prunes?” Bolin’s face contorted into disgust. “I’m kidding! I hate sea prunes.” She picked up her menu, biting her lip as she looked at its contents. “Do you like soup dumplings?”

“Like soup dumplings?” Bolin asked. “I love them! They’re my favorite!”

“Mine too!”

“We’ll get a double order then,” Bolin decided. He went up to the counter and ordered their food. When he returned, he leaned his elbows onto the table. “So, what should I call you?”

“You mean besides the girl you just rescued? (Y/N) will do.”

“(Y/N),” Bolin repeated. He liked how it felt in his mouth. “Nice to meet you, (Y/N). I’m Bolin.”

---

“Bolin.” The boy snapped out of his thoughts, looking up at his older brother. They had returned home only a few hours ago and the sun was starting to come up. He could feel its warm rays cascading through his windows and onto his skin. “You need to go to bed,” Mako ordered.

“How can I possibly go to bed?” Bolin groaned, flopping sideways onto the couch. Pabu hopped up and curled himself into Bolin’s side.

“Easy,” Mako said. “You close your eyes and then you’re asleep.”

“Every time I try to close my eyes, I think of how (Y/N’s) on Air Temple Island and she has no idea who she is or who we are.”

“Try not to care about it, alright?” Mako poured himself a cup of tea. He had work in just a few hours. His under eyes were dark with exhaustion but as long as Bolin was awake, he’d remain awake. “We’ll figure it out and get her memories back and then she’ll go back to whatever she was doing when she left Republic City.”

Bolin chewed on his bottom lip. He had a feeling there was more to the story. The cogs in his head were turning tirelessly. He sat up, disturbing Pabu, and turned to Mako. “What if-“

“No, Bolin, you’re not gonna do that.”

“Do what?”

“Try to make excuses for everything that happened because she has amnesia.”

“But what if there’s something bigger?” Bolin asked. “She’s been gone for months and says she woke up a week ago without her memory. What happened in that time?”

“We’ll find out soon enough. They’re gonna have her do some meditating tomorrow to try to bring some of her memories back.” Mako sat beside Bolin on the couch.

“I should go back,” Bolin started to stand up. “I need to talk to her.”

“Bolin, no.” His brother pulled him back down. “You heard Kya. She can’t find out too much or she risks losing everything. While she’s focusing on getting her memories back, you need to focus on what you know: she broke your heart, little bro. She definitely didn’t have amnesia then.”

Bolin’s eager appearance deflated completely. He knew his brother was right but there was still a part of him that wanted to go see her. Maybe if Bolin told her about her past, then it would be okay. They’d had the strongest connection out of all of them.

---

That morning, (Y/N) sat between Korra and Tenzin in a gazebo. Her legs were crossed, her arms were loose in her lap, and she inhaled deep breaths to try to connect to any of her lost memories. All that she got was a whole lot of nothing. She peeked her eye open to look at Korra, who was blatantly staring at her.

“Keep your eyes closed!” Korra snapped.

“Your eyes were open!” (Y/N) argued.

“No one’s eyes should be open!” Tenzin grumbled decisively. The two girls sighed and returned to their previous states. (Y/N) inhaled another deep breath and tried to do what Tenzin had told her. She recounted the first memory she had: waking up and gasping for air, the night sky high above her. She could feel the grass that surrounded her. Once she had gained her bearings, she took in her surroundings. A small fishing village sat at the bottom of the mountain she had laid on. She got to her feet, legs wobbling, and looked at herself. Her coat was covered in spots of dirt. She reached into its pockets and pulled out a crumpled piece of paper. The writing on it was scribbled and quick, written with haste, and was obviously an address.

(Y/N’s) eyes popped back open. She didn’t notice anything different this time around. There hadn’t been anyone at her side. The first people she had interacted with had been the people in the village. They had asked her name and (Y/N) had started panicking when she couldn’t remember it. She didn’t want to delve too deep into that memory. She could still feel the pain and anxiety in it.

She buried her face in her hands. “I can’t remember anything! I’ve been trying for the past two hours and all I can see is the same memory I’ve been going over for the past week.” She felt the stinging behind her ears again, but took a breath to halt it. “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to get so frustrated. I just don’t know anything and I know you guys do and trust me, I understand why you don’t want to tell me, but it stinks not knowing anything other than my name and that I’m a bad person.”

Korra frowned sadly at the girl. She knew what it was like, to be judged before she got the chance to redeem herself. While she had heard some pretty bad stories about (Y/N) from Mako, she also recognized that he was biased. Especially when it came to Bolin.

“How about we go into the city and get some lunch?” Korra asked. (Y/N) looked up at her gratefully.

“I don’t know if that’s the wisest idea,” Tenzin’s deep voice rumbled.

“Relax, Tenzin. We won’t talk about her life. She needs something normal right now.” Reluctantly, the man conceded.

Korra helped (Y/N) to her feet and whistled for Naga. The polar bear dog bounded toward them, her tail wagging excitedly. “(Y/N),” Korra said. “Meet Naga.”

The polar bear dog gave (Y/N) a huge lick on the side of her face. She giggled, rubbing behind Naga’s ears. “It’s so nice to meet you!” (Y/N) squealed. “I wish I had a pet just like you!”

“She’s kind of the best,” Korra admitted as she hopped onto Naga’s back. She pulled (Y/N) up to sit behind her.

“I don’t doubt it!” With a whip of her reigns, they burst into a run toward Republic City. (Y/N) couldn’t contain her laughter as they sped toward the water. She didn’t realize that they’d be traveling by sea until Naga dove headfirst into the icy water. (Y/N) closed her eyes tightly, gripping onto Korra’s back. The Avatar laughed.

“You can open your eyes now,” She called back to her. Slowly, (Y/N) relaxed and looked around. They traveled under the water in a giant bubble. Korra’s arms moved in flowing movements in front of her.

“You’re waterbending!” (Y/N) exclaimed.

“The Avatar is the master of the four elements,” Korra explained. “I’ve been training my whole life.”

“All four?” (Y/N) let out a gasp. “That’s so cool! I wonder if I was ever a bender.” Korra looked back at (Y/N) for a moment.

“You weren’t,” She said, her eyes kind as she stared at (Y/N). Although a little disappointed that she couldn’t bend, (Y/N) was grateful for Korra’s honesty.

“Thank you,” She said, a soft smile on her lips.

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redsbrainrot · 3 years

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Gruvia Week Day 6 - Agony

warning: mentions of blood

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"Juvia, what're you doing up again?"

03:30 in the morning, Gray caught his wife of six months pondering around the kitchen, dressed in his shirt and nothing underneath it, other than silky underwear and knee-high, odd, socks covering her porcelain legs. Her hair had been in the same messy ponytail for the past two days; bumpy and greasy. She hadn't showered in almost a week.

She glances up at her Gray-sama, the portrayal on her face remains bleak as she blankly shrugs, "Can't sleep."

"Again?"

It'd been five days. Five days since the agonising, tragic loss she never even dreamed of having the trauma of going through. Awakening one day to buckets of rain dripping down the window, stomach cramps the same pain rate as being stabbed by a steak knife, and later that day her sheets are stained with blood dripping between her legs, followed by screams so harsh she'd lost her voice.

Juvia shakes her head at Gray's questioning, breaking the simple eye contact and continuing to circle around the central counter.

Gray forces her aimless pondering to stop as he takes her hand. Her eyes dart from the light grip on her hand to his eyes, hers narrowing in annoyance.

Gray couldn't bare it. Juvia never looked at him with such hatred. She can't control the way she's feeling right now, and he's aware that anything she may spit at him won't be from her heart. It's not her, he had to remind himself. She's suffered a loss, and he has too. Her end is only much, much more painful, as she was the one who had to experience losing her unborn child.

The two hadn't been married for long, and after Juvia discovers she's pregnant only five months into their marriage, she was delighted with excitement anyway. They never discussed exactly when kids could go on the table, yet the surprise out of nowhere was bliss.

Juvia would go day and night protesting she needed solitude, and begged him to take a job request. On the verge of accepting, he changed his mind in an instant and stayed for her. Gray couldn't control his thoughts and his worst fear was that Juvia may do something stupid to hurt herself.

She snatches her hand out of his grip, turning away and continuing to dawdle, "Juvia, can you come back to bed?" She shakes her head, "Please?" Another objection as Gray follows her circular path.

"Can you take a shower then? I think it'll do you good."

Her head shakes roughly this time, and Gray manages to catch a brief sound of sniffling, her feet remaining fixed on the floor.

"Bath?" Gray suggests, keeping his distance in case she slaps away his touch once more, "It'll make you sleepy."

With a release of an exhausted sigh, she agrees. "Fine." Juvia's never so blunt in her words.

"I'll run it," He leaps in front of her before she can enter their bedroom, "Lie down for a minute, okay?"

Juvia obliges, carefully placing herself on the edge of the mattress, not lying down, instead slouched in her seat, her fingers fiddling and pulling with the ends of her socks. Anything for a distraction.

Gray was still in surprise of how the girl hadn't yet fainted. She'd lacked in both sleep, and eating. Truthfully, he can't remember the last time he saw something enter her system. She hadn't dropped by the guild since before the incident, refused to allow people inside the apartment, including Gajeel, and had stop using the terms "Gray-sama", when referring to her beloved husband. Gray may have found it irritating way back in the day, but now it's just not the same. He can't stand watching her suffer. What struck him down most is that he may have been trying his best to make life easier for her, however nothing was helping.

The only other person aware of their current situation was Erza. She advised Gray he just needed to give her time, she'll come around eventually. Her biggest concern was Gray's wellbeing. He's gone through hell, and this time instead of moping around, complaining about life and frankly wishing he wasn't around anymore, he wasn't letting himself cry it out. He desperately wanted Juvia to at least smile. Her smile is what keeps him going. Without it, what's the point?

Honestly, all Gray needed right now was to weep his depressive thoughts into someone's chest. Only this time, he can't to Juvia. She's already killing herself with guilt.

Juvia dismally thanks Gray for running her bath as she enters the bathroom, her shirt already undone and the shoulders draping down her arms. Gray choses to leave her in peace, about to open the door and wait eyes open in their bed for her. Until Juvia latches her hand onto his, tugging him back inside. "Can you stay in here with me?"

Juvia swirls her hand around the decently heated water, while the other is in Gray's hand as he is sat on the floor next to the tub. Her hold was weak, but at least the two were touching each other, even if it was only a hand hold.

Neither of them spoke. Sitting in silence with each other was enough for now.

"I'm really sorry." Juvia startles Gray as her voice cracks, breaking the silence.

"For what?"

"The past few days," Her hand swirling ends, looking up with her watering eyes into Gray's, "I've been really cold to you. I'm not making this any easier."

"Nothing about this is easy, Juvia," If anything, Gray's wishes were the opposite of her sincere, unneeded and unwanted apologies, "You don't have to apologise. You don't need to," He lifts his hand from hers, brushing it down her dampened hair, caressing her cherubic cheeks, "It's only your way of coping. I know you don't mean anything you say."

Juvia appreciates nothing more than her darling's kind words. Even though no smile was emitted, he knew she took his words to heart as her hand placed on top of his, turning her face slightly and planting her lips on the corner of his palm.

Unfortunately, his light touches and sweet words weren't enough for her to keep back a gush of tears. Her gloomful teardrops splatter into his hand, whimpers and sniffles following.

_ _ _

Juvia pleaded Gray to leave her in peace in the lukewarm bathtub after her flood of tears had escaped. Gray was unsure of what to say. All she needed from him was brief contact, and of course an immediate change of heart occurred as her drops of sadness had faded.

Gray left behind another one of his shirts and some clean underwear for Juvia. He refused to acknowledge his exhaustion and remained awake while patiently awaiting Juvia's return to their bedroom.

Almost 04:30, Gray peeps up at the door as it creaks open. Juvia tiresomely walks through, the drips in her wet hair seeping through her braids, and the buttons on her shirt done up in the wrong order. It didn't bother her, though. She probably didn't even notice.

Gray opens up the covers for her side, the eye contact absent as she crawls in beside him, switching off the lamp as she does so.

Juvia lays on her side, facing Gray yet not exchanging any form of contact with him. Gray desperately wanted to pull her close to him, cuddle in their sleep and once again be comfortable with one another. She craved the space, though.

"Juvia," He breathes, trailing his hand towards hers, implying a moment of contact, which thankfully she agrees to, "I hate seeing you beat yourself up."

Silence.

"Tomorrow will you at least go outside? Even if it's only a small walk."

Her grip in his hand loosens, thinking it over. "I don't know..."

After picturing the absolute elation portrayed on her face, spectating her suffering was agonising for him.

At first, she was panicky, anxious and frightened of what Gray would think of her pregnancy. On the outside, she remained mature and adult-like, keeping the situation and her emotions under control.

"Gray-sama?" Juvia starts as she's sat on the bathroom counter, Gray opposite and leant on the wall with his arms folded, "What if it really is positive? What will we do?"

Juvia had been concerned whether she was pregnant or not for about four days. She first noticed her period was late, but that had happened before. Her cycle was up and down, so the notice in change wasn't a first sign of pregnancy.

"What do you want?" Gray wasn't sure at this point.

Gray was the one who proposed taking a pregnancy test just to make sure, as much as Juvia objected that she couldn't possibly be.

"Well, would Gray-sama mind if Juvia is pregnant? Would it bother you?"

Gray's response is quick with a head shake, "To be honest, no." Juvia peers up with her teeth nibbling her lip, "My main concern if you, Juvia. If you don't want to have a baby right now, that's your choice. This isn't really mine to make." Gray's tone had always been bland and he's a closed book, making their moment difficult for Juvia.

"I want your opinion, Gray-sama."

He tilts his head for a moment, what did he really think about this?

"I..." Gray questioned his possible skills as a father, already wondering whether he made a good husband before hand, "We've been married for almost six months, and these months have been the best of my life. I like having fun with you, when it's just the two of us. I know you want kids at some point, and so do I. So... if you wanna have a baby now, I'd be happy with it."

Juvia profoundly smiles at his honesty. She'd enjoyed her relationship with Gray-sama before they were even in one. She's loved him for years, and being pregnant with his baby would make her happier than ever. Even if it's sooner than she thought it'd happen.

She realises the timer had ended, and takes the test behind her, hovering her thumb over the result before taking a look. Gray steps closer, grabbing her hand while staring down at the test. Trembling, she slips her thumb aside to see two red lines, indicating a positive test.

"Juvia, I'm back." Gray announces himself as he enters their apartment.

As he closes the door, he quickly takes note how it's suddenly began to pour rain from outside. The windows are drowning in the water, and only a moment ago the sun was out. He hadn't seen rain like this in god knows how long.

"Juvia?" He calls again, after no response.

After searching the kitchen and living room, he heads to their bedroom. He opens the door to notice ruffled sheets, and towards the edge of the bed, a puddle of red was sinking into the mattress.

Gray catches the sounds of whimpers coming from the bathroom. Struck with confusion, he storms inside and witnesses his wife on the dark towel covering the tiled floor, dressed in one of his shirts. For support, her arms depended on the edge of the bathtub, while her face dug into her arm, soaking with tears.

Gray drops to the floor, gently shaking her arm in attempt to get words out of her. She refuses, shaking her head over and over again as her whimpers become cries of distraught. Finally, Gray notices a gush of blood between her legs.

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Bitter Thoughts and Drinks to Match

Zelda hates formality and uses a slightly-drunk Link to get the hell out of attending responsibilities. This is based on a prompt someone sent to my main but I realized at the end that the “affection” aspect is more like la croix rather than direct..

Word count is 1881

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Overly pretentious would be her first words to describe it.

"You must look your utmost best," her father had said to her. Of course, though, she prepared herself the same way as any other day. It's not like he would notice a difference in her anyhow.

Her hair swept down her back, pulled away from her face like drapes by a delicately woven band. She was adorned with the classic royal garb she would normally wear to these events, her vibrant irises standing out against the deep blue. Golden crests fringed the edges of her robes and stood proudly on her jewelry to represent her lineage. She hated it.

She didn't recall having these disgustingly over-the-top galas when her mother was still here. Perhaps the queen preferred to be more comfortable. Or perhaps she just kept Zelda's father in check. With his better half departed, perhaps he'd finally lost it and decided to cope with cheesy extravagance. Zelda had of course become accustomed to the formality of things, living her life as a princess of Hyrule. But you can only tolerate so much in so many years before you begin to despise it. What she wouldn't give to have any other life. These events especially reminded her of it all. Whereas getting dressed in extravagant formal wear and glorifying yourself would normally be viewed as a fun night out for most people her age, Zelda experienced it all as just another tedious, official obligation.

And this event was even worse than most.

Her father had organized this celebration to bring light to the princess and the "progress in her diligent prayers, calling to our Goddesses and strengthening her power to abolish the Calamity." She truly loathed him.

He has to keep spirits in the kingdom high, he says. The people must have hope, he says. You are their hope, he says.

She wishes she wasn't.

She sat a bit straighter, wishing she could let out a sigh. Her father remained seated beside her, rigidly formal as ever. Two senior knights were posted beside them, scanning the crowd for any nitwit that would even consider threatening the royal family at a celebratory event, of all scenes. The absurdity of being guarded for one's entire life. The only knight she could tolerate was the little, quiet, reserved boy she had grown to care for who was currently chugging a mug of Hylia-knows-what while being cheered on by a circle of peers. That was a sight she'd never thought she'd see.

Normally, knights would attend events rather seriously, a long table of them in the dining hall sitting rather proudly and eating their well-deserved fill with a single glass of wine. However at tonight's celebration, her father had told the younger members of the Brigade to enjoy themselves, as he was thankful for the work they had done to watch over the princess. Now, when officially granted the freedom to "enjoy yourself", any given person would naturally, fully, enjoy themselves. The king likely considered this beforehand, but as he glared at the boisterous table, Zelda assumed he had expected them to maintain at least some decency.

She turned her attention back to Link himself as he slammed down the empty mug into the table, making the silverware clatter as his friends let out congratulatory whoops. As he was her personally assigned knight, she spent the most time with him compared to the rest of the royal guards. Before meeting him, she knew him to be "the silent knight" and expected him to stay this way as he irritatingly chased her shadow wherever she went. However, the two began to bond after always being in such close proximity throughout the days. She recalls the first time he spoke to her, his soft voice clashing with his rigidly stoic personality. He slowly began to open up, and Zelda in turn took down her walls. As he was the youngest royal knight, barely older than Zelda herself, she felt a true connection to him. Both were burdened by pressure and expectations at such an unfair age, all public eyes watching their every move. It was a special kind of kinship they shared.

However, she had never seen this side of him and didn't even think he had this side. She'd heard rumors that his platoon had dared him to eat a platter of rocks, and he had done so quite enthusiastically, but she didn't dare believe it. Now she found herself second-guessing.

But maybe she could use this to get out of here.

"Father," she said, "It was quite kind of you to allow the guards to enjoy themselves this night."

He let out an irritated huff of air from his nose, glancing at her as if asking Where are you going with this?

"However," she continued, "I worry that my knight will not be fit to guard tonight if this continues."

The king turned forwards once again, eyes set on the knights' table like stone. He let out a deep humm as if he was actually considering his daughter's concerns for once.

"Are you asking for an excusal?" he finally asked, remaining facing forward and as rigid as ever.

That usually wasn't a good sign.

"Yes, father."

Silence.

"If you would be so kind, father, I shall return to my room and pray. My knight may remain posted with me as always."

Promises of prayer and diligence. He always liked that. He seemed to further mull this over, and then stood. Silence befell the hall and all eyes turned to him before he even spoke.

“I would like to thank you all for attending this gala for our princess. It truly means a lot to her and I, her confidence and abilities improving each day due to your prayers and encouragement. However, our princess must retire early this night, as she has a vigorous prayer routine in order to prepare for her coming journey to the spring of wisdom. We shall allow our princess to return to her devotion, and she offers her appreciation before her departure.”

And with that, Zelda took her cue to get up and leave as quickly as possible, without either causing confused murmurs or without her father deciding to call her back. She skirted the edges of the room, steadily approaching the knights at the easternmost wing of the dining hall as she ignored the crawling sensation of hundreds of eyes tracing her movements. She halted at the head of the table, expecting Link to automatically rise from his seat and depart with her, but she was disappointed to find that he was lying face-down on a placemat with his arm sprawled across the surface, gripping onto an empty mug in his delirium. His peers were doing an excellently awful job at attempting to shield him from sight, presumably one of them kicking Link from under the table as he gave a periodic little jolt. Sir Link, who would promptly lose consciousness after only one drink, was truly the most valiant and courageous knight of them all. The hero of legend indeed.

“Hero,” she said curtly. That was sure to snap him awake. She hadn’t spoken to him like that in months.

Link gave a startled snort and made a sound that appeared to be a mix between heyyyyy and noooo.

Zelda sighed and held back a smile with all her willpower. “Try to appear… fit. Let’s go.”

She thought she heard him mutter “Hylia…” before getting up to full height and keeping his head down, sure to either avoid eye contact or to hide his miserable expression. Imagine attending a royal gala and getting to see the hero of legend get wasted. Surely that would bring comfort to the denizens of Hyrule.

Zelda began to head off at a slow pace as to allow her knight to steadily follow. As the pair left, Zelda kept her gaze set forward firmly. She didn’t want to see what anyone else was thinking. She hated these galas anyway. As soon as she was out of here she could relax.

Her shoulders went slack as soon as the door was closed shut behind them. Finally free. Link seemed to agree with her thoughts, as he leaned against the wall with a thud, glaring at the ceiling with a scrunched face. Zelda smirked.

“Too much for you, hero of legend?”

He responded with a disgruntled moan.

“Perhaps I should be the one guarding you instead,” she joked, moving to lean against the wall next to him.

He closed his eyes and let a puff of air escape from his nose. “Never let me drink again.”

“Alright, I hereby formally declare you as banned from ‘partying hard.’”

Link let out a single bark of laughter. “A life sentence, eh princess?”

“You did say ‘never’ after all.” She smiled at him as his glazed blue eyes met hers. “Though, I may even have to change it to ‘partying mild’ by the looks of you,” she added.

Link hummed in content as his back slid down the wall so he could sit comfortably. “Wait with me a bit,” he said weakly, though it sounded more like a hopeful question.

Zelda of course obliged, and sat down next to him, tucking her dress under her folded knees. They sat in comfortable silence as Link's eyes began to flutter closed and his breathing became deeper. Zelda was glad that he could be so comfortable around her now. He wouldn't dare to fall asleep in her presence a mere month ago.

But now, all Zelda could do was stare ahead at the wall. Her thoughts ran free, jabbing needles through her head. Her hatred for galas. Her hatred for this. For everything. For her father. For herself…

“Worthless…” she whispered to no one. “Dedicating my life to prayer and yet cannot receive a single answer. Nearly ten years… And yet father pretends that everything is fine by maintaining this masquerade with galas to cover. A fine set of never-ending distractions…” She sighed, resting her chin on her knees. “Just a good-for-nothing king and his good-for-nothing daughter at the head of it all.”

She sat in her frustrated silence a second more, and turned her head back to Link to see a single sapphire eye clouded by alcohol and sleep gazing upon her. Compassion. Understanding. He didn't need to utter a single word to convey his emotions. We share these burdens together.

Zelda gave him a melancholy smile and stood. “Let’s be off, hero.”

And with that, the memory began to fade.

She opened her eyes. Nothing to see but a golden hell of her own making. Sweat poured down her brow. The intense light seared her skin. What a time to recall something as minor in her life as that… Clinging to seemingly insignificant memories in order to harvest any available scrap of hope she can get her hands on.

Though to her, any memory of him was quite the opposite of insignificant. She prayed he was coming soon. Not that prayer ever did a single thing for her anyway. She wished he was coming soon.

She wished none of this had ever happened this way.

She wished she were anywhere else but here.

She wished she were at a gala.

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A/N: Hi y’all! I was going through various prompt lists and saw this one by @chrmdpoet and just had to give it a try! So here is 39. We need to talk about what happened last night!

Geralt x reader, with some classic “there’s only one bed” fun :)

It had been a terrible three days. You knew when you left on your journey that the storm brewing on the horizon would be cause for concern, but you hadn’t expected this.

The heavy raindrops that had been battering you from every angle left you chilled to the bone. Even in the brief windows when the rain had slowed, you were still shroud in a fog so dense you swore it added to your soaked state. All the while, the wind whistled wildly through the trees, which croaked menacingly as they were being pushed to their limits.

You rode slowly with your head held low, one hand on the reins and the other gripping your hood for dear life. Jaskier was seated behind you with his arms around your waist tightly and his head tucked between your shoulder blades. His gelding followed laboriously behind you, having been injured earlier when he tripped over a fallen tree.

Geralt led the pack with a quiet stoicism. His cloak and hair whipped around him wildly, but he seemed largely unperturbed – clearly the mutations that made him a witcher helped him cope with these conditions better than you could ever hope to.

You were riding on over two days without sleep now, and you could feel your body failing you. Knowing from experience that exhaustion hit slowly then all at once, you tried to tell Geralt that you needed to rest.

However, when you opened your mouth to speak, the fierce wind blew the breath right out of you and left you in a desperate fit of coughs. Once you got your breathing under control, you urged your mare on and strode up closer to Geralt before trying again.

“We need to make camp,” you shouted, losing grip on your hood while trying to shield your eyes, “I can’t go on much longer!”

Geralt considered you before speaking up. He watched as wet strands of hair clung to your face in chunks, made note of the way your hands shook as you tried to maintain proper hold of the reins, and was acutely aware of your how irregular your breathing had become.

Geralt screwed his face in frustration. He knew that stopping now made no sense, as there was nothing for miles. The nearest village wasn’t for another 4 hours ride; and that’d be on a good day. In weather like this, it would likely take them 12 hours to arrive. He wanted to push through, confident the rain would let up, but he was riding with two humans after all.

With a low grunt he scanned the surrounding area for some kind of shelter. The only place nearby that could pass as shelter was a shallow cave. Figuring this was truly their only option, he let out a resigned sigh.

Without speaking, he jerked his head to the left to indicate that he was veering off the trail. And without hesitation, you pulled your mare’s reins in that direction. You trusted Geralt in full in these situations. It didn’t matter that your eyelids were practically sealed shut by ice, you knew that where he led, it was safe to follow.

After 48 hours of being hit by rain-soaked branches and deafened by the furious wind, you breathed a sigh of relief as you entered the cavern. That relief didn’t last too long though, as the transition from howling wind to complete silence left you with loud ringing in your ears.

You dismounted first, jutting out your jaw to try to get your ears to pop. Jaskier hopped awkwardly off the back of your horse and head straight for his gelding to check on its wound. Once satisfied his mount was fairing well, he busied himself by removing supplies from your packs to set up camp.

You were giving your mare grateful pats when you felt Geralt’s firm clasp on your shoulder. As you turned to look at him, you wiped furiously at the stubborn strands of hair that still clung to your face.

“Weren’t listening to me, were you?” he said, smirking slightly.

“Geralt,” you said, giving him a playful shove, “I can’t hear anything. I wouldn’t be surprised if my hearing never returns! I swear I never want to hear you talk about how ‘peaceful’ and ‘quiet’ forests are.”

“Hey now, that’s not fair,” he said, swallowing a smile, “the storm managed to keep the bard quiet, that’s got to be worth something.”

“Hey,” Jaskier shouted from across the cave, “I heard that!”

You winced lightly as his voice echoed through the cave, making Geralt laugh heartily at you both.

“Seems he can hear just fine,” Geralt teased, giving your shoulder a poke.

“Oh, shut up,” you muttered, tossing a twig you’d just freed from your hair at the still-laughing witcher. You managed to hit him square in the face and squealed as he lunged for you in revenge.

“Children! No fighting in the cave!” Jaskier scolded.

“Yes mum,” you countered, throwing another twig his way. Which made you all laugh as it didn’t even make it two meters before tumbling to the ground pathetically.

“I see once again I am the only helpful and mature one in the group,” Jaskier sighed as he shook out a blanket dramatically.

“Shove it, Jask.” Geralt laughed, letting you go, albeit slowly. “Can you help me start the fire now, Y/N?” he asked, clearing his throat to hide the way your closeness had caused his breath to hitch.

“I don’t remember you ever asking,” you said, rubbing your hands together to hide the way they’d clammed up after Geralt had picked you just then, “But yes.”

“I asked you four times, Y/N, don’t make me ask again.”

“An experienced witcher such as you are, can’t light a fire?” you teased, making Jaskier roll his eyes at the pair of you. You always turned the teasing up to ten whenever you accidentally (or intentionally) touched one another for too long. At first Jaskier found it funny, maybe even endearing, but after months of this dance, it definitely got a little tiresome.

“Just trying to make you feel helpful,” he retorted, without missing a beat.

“Save it, Geralt,” you said, “you might need those people skills when the folks who live in this cave come storming back over here.”

“No one lives here,” he started, faltering a little as you nodded your head towards a pile of long grass in the back that had clearly been acting as a bed.

“… anymore,” he added under his breath.

You were about to start another round of back and forth when Jaskier came rushing between the two of you carrying your supplies.

“Now, I don’t want anyone to panic,” he started, “but the rain soaked all our blankets except one, and as the only person here who’s done any work on setting up camp, I’m claiming as my own.”

“Jaskier –” Geralt growled, clearly about to argue that if anyone was getting the blanket, it would be you. But Jaskier stopped him with the wagging of his finger before he could get the words out.

“Ah, ah, ah! I don’t want to hear it! Y/N, you can sleep on that lovely pile of grass back there,” he said moving his pointed finger from you to the back of the cave, “and Geralt can sleep on the floor by the fire like he always does,” he finished, moving his point between Geralt and the pile of kindling at his feet.

“Now I am exhausted, so if you need me, I’ll be back there with the horses, eating some very wet bread in peace.”

Have fun staying warm tonight you ridiculous lovebirds, he thought, as he stalked off to the other side of the cave were the horses were tied, smiling to himself in silent victory.

You scoffed at your friend’s outburst and turned to look at Geralt with confused eyes. “What the hell was that?” you asked.

“Who knows,” he replied, looking just as confused, if not a little concerned, “he can be so sensitive.”

You hummed in agreement before busying yourselves getting the fire going. After about an hour of fussing, you finally got the fire going. For a while there you were worried it wasn’t going to happen, seeing as all the wood you found was either damp or completely soaked, but nothing seemed to be impossible when you had Geralt by your side.

Once he was satisfied that the flames would keep, he gestured for you to take a seat before handing you a portion of the rain-soaked bread. You ate in a comfortable silence, listening to the crackle of the fire as the wind howled just beyond the cave’s entrance. Now that you were warm and fed, the storm raging outside seemed less of a threat and more of an invitation to settle in. Seemed as long as you had shelter, you did find storms in the forest to be peaceful – not that you’d ever admit that to Geralt.

Trying your best to be subtle, you cast sideways glances at Geralt to take in the sight of him. His already golden eyes glowed softly in the firelight and the harsh lines of his face seemed blurred as he took in the warmth from the flames before him. You smiled to yourself before letting your eyes fall back to the fire.

Geralt thought he felt your eyes on him and turned his head to meet them, but just as he turned his head, you had turned yours. Despite himself, he found himself watching you; loving the way your hair went a little wild as it started to dry. It took remarkable self-restraint not to reach out to try and smooth it. Geralt shook his head as if to shake the thought away and shifted awkwardly in his seat.

“All good?” you asked, nudging him with your elbow.

He only hummed in reply, keeping eyes on the fire.

“M’kay,” you said, keeping your voice low, “well I’m going to go to sleep.” You gave his knee a squeeze as you left the warmth of the fire and head to your makeshift bed.

Geralt stayed up by the fire for another hour or so, poking at the coals and adding logs when required. He didn’t need as much sleep as his two human companions, and he besides, it’s not like he could fall asleep if he tried.

Every so often, he’d get up to see if Jaskier was okay and on his way back, he’d check in on you. He’d already done the rounds twice and while Jaskier slept peacefully, he found himself worried about you. Your breathing never slowed enough to indicate deep sleep, and you couldn’t seem to get comfortable.

By his third check-in, something inside him broke. Without giving his mind the chance to catch up to his actions, he got down on a knee and picked you up with ease. He then carried you back to the campfire and gently laid you down beside it. He then removed his cloak and draped it over you.

He wanted to make sure you were warm enough so he kneeled down beside you to tuck you in. You must have felt his warmth in your sleep because as he leaned over you to tuck the cloak under your chin, you mumbled incoherently and backed yourself into him.

Geralt was frozen in place – he had been doing his best to ignore the way his feelings for you had been growing – but he knew better than to risk your little team’s dynamic over something as fleeting as a crush.

And yet here he was, suddenly cold and exhausted, with you snuggled up at his chest. He was about to come to his senses and pull away when you rolled over and buried your face in his chest.

Hesitantly, he tucked his arm under your head so you could use his bicep as a pillow and pulled you in closer. He told himself he’d only stay there for a moment; just until he was sure you were warm enough and fast asleep. But there was something about the way you smell enveloped him that lulled him into a deep sleep of his own.

Before he knew it, he was out.

***

The next morning, it was the absence of noise that pulled Jaskier from his sleep. He laid in his nest of blankets for a few moments before it dawned on him that the storm had finally stopped.

“Oh thank – fuck,” Jaskier was about to shout out in celebration when his eyes fell on you and Geralt’s intertwined bodies. “Oh, thank you, Gods, finally! Oh my God!”

Jaskier was running his hands through his hair in shocked elation when you stirred in Geralt’s arms. When he saw that you were waking up, he quickly fell back into his bed and pretended to be asleep. He knew that if you were caught like this, your combined pride would suffocate the relationship before it had a chance to bloom and he’d be stuck with to romantically repressed fools.

You had an amazing night sleep; maybe the best you’d had in weeks. Not only that, but you were warm and comfortable. You were also absentmindedly running your fingers across a pillow that was warm and firm and –

Your eyes flew open in a panic and your body tensed up.

“Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck!” you muttered under your breath in a panic. You were snuggled up to Geralt! This could ruin the team’s whole dynamic!

Gently as humanly possible, you tried to pull yourself out of his arms. Things were going well enough, but when it came time to lift his arm this went south. You had his hand in yours and you were trying to gently lay his arm back down when his bright eyes shot open and met yours in a soft, sleepy gaze.

Your stomach fell to your feet when you watched as his eyes grew wild in panic.

You shook your head at him frantically with your hand held up in front of you as he rose up on his elbow and backed away from you.

“You were cold –” he grumbled, frantically sitting up and grabbing his cloak off the floor.

“Oh! Yes, well – thank you,” you blurted, getting up to your feet a too quickly and tripping over the coals a little. “Well… I’m uhm just going to… uhm… check on Jaskier really quick.”

“Yea – y-es, hm, go.”

“Jaskier!” you shrieked, sounding a little shrill, “Up and at ‘em!”

The bard, who by all means was no actor, made a big show of yawning and stretching widely in an attempt to ‘wake up’.

“Good morning sunshine,” he said in a singsong, “how did we all sleep tonight?”

“Fine!” you and Geralt shouted in unison, both busying yourselves with packing up your camp.

“Sure looks like it,” he continued, undeterred, “Geralt you look exceptionally well-rested.”

“Shut up, Jaskier!” he seethed, shooting the bard a furious glare.

Jaskier rolled his eyes and muttered a quiet ‘okay’ before moving to help you pack up.

The ride out of the cave was incredibly tense. Jaskier had managed to bandage up his gelding and was bringing up the rear at a slow pace. Once again, Geralt was riding up ahead and you watched closely as how tense his shoulders were.

You were nervously biting your bottom lip as you replayed the events of the night before. You remembered the grass being itchy, uncomfortable, and cold. You tossed and turned constantly as whatever side of you was against the ground went numb after minutes of contact. You barely remember getting picked up or put down, but you remembered rolling over into something – or rather, someone – that made you feel warm and safe. Everything after that was a blur.

Maybe, you thought, it wouldn’t be the end of the world if you allowed yourself to feel like that again. With a steadying breath, you urged your mare on and rode up to him.

As you rode up, you saw him tense up even further, and lost a little bit of your nerve.

“Don’t say anything,” he said, keeping his eyes on the road ahead, as you were about to pull back on your reins.

“Geralt, we need to talk about what happened last night,” you said, taking care to keep your voice low so that Jaskier couldn’t hear you.

“No,” he said through clenched teeth, “we don’t.”

“Yes, we do, Geralt.”

“It was nothing, Y/N, please forget about it.”

“If you mean it,” you said, trying to keep yourself from crying, “then say it to my face.”

Geralt let out a low hum and lowered his head. He didn’t mean it and it practically killed him to say as much. He couldn’t say it again, and he sure as shit couldn’t say it if he met your gaze. He knew if he turned his head to look at you, he’d unravel.

Watching him sit rigid as stone was driving you crazy. You had transitioned from biting your lip to gnawing on the inside of your cheek and were starting to taste blood. You needed to know how he felt. You weren’t sure if you’d survive it if he didn’t feel the same way, but you knew you couldn’t handle all this longing and want anymore.

Slowly, you steered your horse closer to Roach until you were able to reach over and lay your hand over his.

At the point of contact, Geralt wiped his gaze up to meet yours and was horrified to see that you were crying.

“Oh god, Y/N,” he started, bringing a hand up to brush the tears away, “I’m so so sorry. It – it wasn’t nothing. I – I have been fighting these feelings for so long. I – You deserve better, Y/N,” he murmured, his hand now holding yours gently.

You shook your head at him tearily and squeezed his hand, “No Geralt, don’t say that. You are incredible, caring, and so worthy of love.”

Suddenly, Geralt leaned over kissed you. You returned the kiss without hesitation and let it deepen as he brought both hands up to cup your face.

“Finally, after all this time, these two dumb lovers surely did find, true love, true love!” Shocked, and a little shy, you pulled yourself away from Geralt to look back at Jaskier with wide eyes.

The bard had pulled out his lute and was singing loudly behind the two of you with a huge, shit-eating grin plastered on his face.

“Shut up, Jaskier!” you and Geralt shouted in unison before laughing lightly at the absurdity of it all.

“Ohh, what your language, lover boy!” he sang through bouts of laughter.

Geralt shook his head and turned to meet your eyes once more before saying, “How much would you miss him if he were to suddenly disappear?”

“Stop it, Geralt!” you laughed, “if it wasn’t for him, we’d still be cluelessly cursing our ‘unrequited’ love.”

Geralt looked back at Jaskier accusingly before turning to look at you with a brow cocked in confusion.

“I put the blankets away this morning,” you said, “they were all bone dry.”

“Hmmm” Geralt growled in mock exasperation, before smirking to himself.

I’ll thank the idiot later, he thought before reaching over to hold your hand once more.

#geralt of rivia #the witcher #witcher fic #witcher geralt #witcher x reader #the witcher netflix #geralt x reader #geralt x y/n #geralt fanfic #the witcher fanfiction #fic prompts #jaskier #there's only one bed

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pearl-blue-musings · 3 years

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Crystal Clear

Hi hi

I’ve been struggling to write for the last couple of months, so have a drabble I’ve had notes on for awhile now

Pairing: Yamada Hizashi (Present Mic) x fem!reader

Warnings: brief manga spoilers, angst, fluff, mentions of character death (again manga spoilers), not a warning but reader has black hair, survivors guilt, written in one go so :/

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It was too early in the morning for you to be up but here you are. You were sleeping peacefully until your loud blond boyfriend woke you up at 4:30 in the morning.

“Babe? You do see what time it is right?”

“I know,” he whispers, “but I couldn’t sleep after my radio show and I wanted to go on a drive. Can we?”

You reach for a nearby lamp and turn it on to dimly illuminate the room. You see Yamada next to you, half dressed and bright green eyes lacking their usual sheen which makes you worry. You don’t miss the bags under his eyes that have slowly become more and more common with him over the last year. He tries his best to keep smiling at you but you’re aware of the nightmares he has and you’ve surmised that he’s had another one. His typical cheeky grin has been replaced with a melancholy smile that doesn’t quite reach the crease of his eyes and it hurts you more than you’d like to admit.

You reach out your hand to his and hold his cold and calloused hand in yours giving him a reassuring smile. “I’ll get dressed, ‘Zashi. Where are we headed?”

“Just wanted to watch the sunrise this morning at our favorite spot...”

You silently nod and remove yourself from the bed and head toward the bathroom. You and Hizashi were lucky he got some time off for a few days and that it was Principal Nezu approved. The hideaway you chose was a couple hours away from the school and conveniently from his favorite beach location. Once he brought that up you knew that he was doing his best to cope and comprehend the rampant emotions fluttering around in his brain.

Once you’re both ready, you pack up your things and head out to the rental car. You have one more day until the two of you need to return to the school so you can understand why he’s clearly feeling a particular way. Since you know it’s a long drive you leave your hair in your bonnet to prevent any random kinks or bends. Yamada always loves how much you care for your hair, despite whatever adventure you’re doing; it’s one of the little things he adores because he can see you completely dressed while your hair is still covered up. The blond is feeling more of the opposite this morning as he leaves his own mane flowing down his back.

You catch his gaze on you and you can’t help but let out a low chuckle. “What?”

He matches your laugh and slides into the drivers side. “Nothing, sweet listener. I just like seein’ ya in the morning like this.”

Your eyebrows perk up at his soft and kind words. You lean over the console in the car and place a chaste kiss upon his cheek. Returning to your side of car you lean back to get comfortable before asking, “Are you sure you don’t want me to drive? You did your show away from home and I know you’re tired.”

“Songbird, I wanna do this okay? I’m fine, now rest your beautiful eyes okay?”

You can’t help but agree with him as you close your eyes, the hum of the engine roaring to life but also lulling you to sleep. Along the ride, you had drifted in and out of sleep, sometimes hearing him hum to himself with the radio, or switching to a playlist on his phone that helped him focus and stay awake. Normally, trips like this with the two of you are more chatty and full of joy. But you know he needs his time to himself. No one person should have had to endure what he’s been through and you’ve told yourself that you would be there with him through all of it.

Hizashi enjoyed driving more than people realized. And with his destination in mind, he was relishing in this journey. The sky still dark above him, the moon and stars blending in with the early morning lights of the city. The bright lights fade as they get closer to their location, already noticing the brightening of the deep purple sky switching to it’s lighter shade as the stars begin to dwindle away. There’s something to be said about the open cloudless sky. He normally doesn’t let these things get to him, being strong for his long time best friend and girlfriend. But there’s a metaphor he’s looking at right now and he can’t help but have a tear fall down to his parted lips. The taste of salt hitting him earlier than he wanted is just the icing on the cake that is this beach drive.

When you awake you see that you’re parked at the beach’s lot and turn to your boyfriend. You’re about to speak when you catch a look in his eye you hadn’t seen in a long time. The way his green irises stare out at the vast ocean in front of him, the part in his lip, and the furrow of his brow, you can sense he’s holding something back. It’s almost as if all of the exhaustion, hurt, pain, and silence that has been eating him up is finally coming to the forefront. You retract your hand and opt to fix your hair as best you could before getting out and grabbing the blankets for you two to sit on. “Baby,” you sweetly coo at him, “are you ready?”

You see him quickly nod and get out of the car, closing the door behind him. His hands immediately go to this arms as the beach air is colder than he anticipated. You roll your eyes and grab his sweater. “You’re lucky I brought a sweater for you, ‘Zashi.”

He scoffs in fake annoyance and takes the sweater. “Well what if you ruined my plan of wanting to just cuddle you because I’m cold?”

“I guess we’ll never know.”

The two of you continue to laugh as you begin your trek down toward the sand. Your hands are intertwined as you walk, the cold sand seeping in between your toes as you step along. You walk along the shore for a few minutes before finding the perfect spot and place the blanket down on the sand. You sit together facing the ocean, your head on his shoulder as your hands find each other again. He begins to draw haphazard patterns on the back of your hand, sighing contentedly before peering at the sun peeping across the horizon. The colors are absolutely breathtaking, the bright and harsh orange and yellows mixing with the purples of the early morning sky and blues of the water. The ocean breeze sweeps through their hair adding an extra calmness to the serene scene. The sunrise itself is one of the most beautiful things you’ve seen in this world and you’re honored to be sharing this moment with him. You feel him deeply exhale and tighten his grip on your palm; he’s finally ready to talk.

“I miss her.”

You merely nod against him, slightly surprised at how soft his voice is right now.

“We were all supposed to be heroes together. Her, me, Shouta...Oboro...”

You hold onto his arm harder as the volume in his voice increases.

“Shouta’s always getting hurt and I can’t do anything. Oboro, he should be here! But that would mean Sho wouldn’t be here and I’m not sure which one is worse and I..

“I just have a radio show! No physical scars to show, just my memories.” The sun rises higher into the sky, making his eyes shine brighter and have more life. “Memories of Nemuri and Oboro. You know Oboro would’ve loved you right? I know Nemuri did. Sho does too, he just won’t admit it.” The colors of midnight have disappeared completely as the sun has taken over the cloudless sky.

“They should all be here with me! All of us should be here,” his voice getting louder as he unleashes his year long pent up frustration. “Why did I have to lose two of my best friends and have another come so close to death by losing an eye and a leg and I’m fine?!” He stands up then walking closer toward the water to avoid hurting your ears. “Society still doesn’t trust us! Just, why?

“Why me!?”

All you could do was sit and let him get his feelings out. You felt everything that has been boiling inside of him and now the teapot has finally exploded. He’s panting heavily, not from his yelling but from the release of his emotions. He was finally exposing himself to the world in the place where his friends would visit in his youth, a full year after the nation, UA, and hero society had turned upside down. Removing your ear plugs you put in earlier, you stroll up to him and hug him from behind tightly. Hizashi turns you around so that you’re hugging his front as he buries his head into the crook of your neck. Your hands rub his back up and down in a soothing motion. This moment isn’t for you, it’s for him. Your loud, boisterous, emotional, and fun boyfriend needed this.

“Damn it,” he huffs out and lifts his head. “I ruined this sunrise for ya.”

You shake your head and gaze into his eyes, giving him a soft smile. It’s right then, right in this moment that it feels like the stars align. The sun in your irises makes your eyes shimmer, shine, and reflect in a way that makes his stomach drop. As he looks into your eyes, he sees himself and everything that he is. You’ve taken him for everything that he is and you’re still here.

Even when tensions were at their worst, you gave him the space to cope and heal, just like you’re doing now. The way your eyes twinkle in the sun has him falling in love with you all over again. He carefully cups your face with his hands, almost like that’s where they’re meant to be. “Darling, you’re too good for me, ya know that?” He rests his forehead against yours, your breaths mingling together as he inhales your scent and sighs happily. “I yell at home, at work, on my show-”

“Don’t forget in bed,” you jest.

You catch his pout as he playfully pinches your cheeks, “Nah sweetcheeks that’s all you!” You share a hearty giggle as the Yamada finds himself calming down. His hands trail down your body to meet yours, interlocking your fingers together as your foreheads are still pressed together. He wasn’t sure why he wanted to come to the beach today, but he’s happy to be here with you. It’s almost like the universe was telling him that it’s okay for him to feel what he’s feeling, that he can move on with his life. Almost like his friends were finally gracing him with peace by telling him it’s time for him to be happy. Diving into this had him fearful, but with the way you look at him and love him, everything has become crystal clear for the radio hero.

“I love you so much,” he seals his words with a kiss, knowing full well he’ll be wanting to do this for the rest of his life.

“I love you too, Hizashi.”

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writtenbynightlock · 3 years

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synopsis: college kept your life busy. the miya twins also have a life of their own. with your secretive nature, things became complicated.

genre: angst, fluff, friends to lovers

wc: 4.9k

warnings: mentions of physical abuse, college au, series, post time-skip spoilers

Part 2 | Part 4

“Happy birthday, Kaori-chan!” you say with a big smile on your face as you hugged the birthday girl. Pulling away, you gawked at how stunning Kaori looks. Being a fashion designer student definitely screams with the outfit she was wearing. You were amazed when Kaori told you she made the dress herself. Atsumu greeted with a friendly hug.

“Thank you so much, (Y/n)-chan and Atsumu! Come on, let’s take some photos” says Kaori as she whisked you away from Atsumu’s side. Atsumu smiles as he saw his teammate since high school, Suna Rintarou.

“Are Kita and the others coming?” asks Atsumu as he hands in yours and the twins’ birthday gifts for Kaori. Suna receives it and places it on the table at the corner full with the rest of the gifts.

“Kaori-chan haven’t met them yet except for Aran so he’s the one she invited.” Suna looks at Atsumu then you then back at the setter, a puzzled expression on his face.

“How come (Y/N)-chan came with you and not Nakamura-san?”

“Well about that. They broke up, Suna.”

“Well that’s troublesome. Kaori also invited Nakamura-kun” says Suna as he leans onto the wall, the two men looking at you and Kaori taking photos with the cake and taking selfies.

“What?! What are we gonna do?!” exclaims Atsumu in a low voice, only for Suna to hear and him starting to panic. Moments later, more guests started to arrive. Atsumu felt relief wash through his body as he saw Aran coming into view.

“Aran-kun ya!” Atsumu runs up to his former teammate and jumps on him.

“Wha- get off of me, Atsumu!” Aran just wanted to enjoy this night with his friends, not being tired out by Atsumu’s antics as he had enough of dealing with twins for years. Aran knows the twins since they were around ten, making him the instruction manual of the Miya twins as he knows them extremely well.

“Aran-kun, ya gotta help me.”

“With what?”

Looking around cautiously, Atsumu then gestures for Aran to lean in closer. As Atsumu was about to speak, Suna interrupts the both of them.

“(Y/n)-chan and Nakamura-san broke up and Atsumu doesn’t want to make (Y/n)-chan feel uncomfortable when he comes over” says Suna as the three men were outside the restaurant to avoid the crowd.

“What? How is (Y/n)-san coping with the break up?” says Aran with a worried expression. You and Aran were pretty close back then when you were still Inarizaki’s manager. The two of you bonded because of the Miya twins. He was the person you would always run to whenever the twins have a fight that you can’t seem to break them apart yourself. Other than that, you’ve always found Aran as a mature, kind and soft person.

“That’s the problem! I don’t know how she’s doing because she won’t tell me!”

“Have you asked her though?” Atsumu remains silent at Suna’s retort.

“Boke!” says Aran as he flicks Atsumu’s forehead, making the golden haired setter groan in pain.

“Does she even know that you knew about the break up?”

“No and please no more flicking!” says Atsumu as he protectively covers his forehead, not wanting to get a flick from Aran. The former ace sighs and ran a hand over his face in frustration.

“Where is Osamu anyway?”

“At home...studying for an important test.”

“Okay, here’s what we’re gonna do. Let’s pretend like we didn’t have this conversation. When Nakamura does come, we’ll make sure he doesn’t try anything. That guy is kind of mischievous sometimes” says Aran as the three of them were huddled in a small circle, making sure not anyone was hearing their conversation.

“And what if he does try something, what shall we do?”

Aran flicks Atsumu’s forehead again, “do I have to lay everything out for you? I swear you are a genius in the court but you’re such an airhead when it comes to these things.”

“It’s not much of a surprise. When it comes to (Y/n)-san, he becomes the world’s biggest idiot.” Atsumu sends Suna a sharp look to which Suna smirked with pleasure upon seeing Atsumu’s reaction.

“What are ya even talking about?!”

“Oh you know what I’m talking about. You’re still trying to deny it, huh?” says Suna. Atsumu grabbed Suna’s collar, trying to threaten him.

“Listen here ya racoon-”

“Come on Atsumu don’t deny it. We know you’ve liked (Y/n)-chan since the day you asked her to be our manager.”

“No I don’t!”

“Really now?”

“Are you two seriously gonna fight?” Aran says as he try to break apart the two.

Atsumu releases his grip from Suna’s collar, the said man who still had an amused look on his face. Suna can’t help in butting into Atsumu’s business. He just wants his friend to accept his feelings. He could still remember the time when Atsumu found out you were dating Nakamura. The setter was devastated. He spent his time practicing longer by doing his spike serves which were much more powerful that Atsumu actually got one ball lose air. It was obvious during their practices when Atsumu would give Nakamura a hard time during your first few weeks of dating but as time passes by, the more defeated Atsumu became when it comes to you.

“What are you boys doing out here? The party’s about to start.” The three men’s eyes landed on you by the door of the restaurant. Your face brightens upon seeing Aran. A big smile made its way to your face and you quickly ran up to him with Aran welcoming you in for a hug.

“Ojiro-san! What a nice surprise” you say as you pulled away. Aran peers down at you with a warm smile on his face as if they were not discussing something related to you earlier.

“It’s nice see you again, (Y/n)-chan. It’s been a while, hasn’t it?”

“It has! Let’s catch up inside. We don’t want to worry the birthday girl” you say and headed to the restaurant. The three boys looked at each other with knowing looks. There’s a mission they need fulfill.

To them, you are still their precious manager and long time friend.

The party began in full swing. It started with taking photos. Eating delicious meals and it then transitioned to blowing of the birthday cake. Everyone was enjoying every moment. You also got to talk to other girls that Kaori invited from her major. They were all gorgeous and you can’t help but feel a little insecure. Tall and petite. You’ve been surrounded by boys mostly in your teens due to you managing the men’s volleyball club.

The guys and girls seemed to have their own little world. The guys were in another corner, just chatting and drink some alcohol while you and the girls were on a different table, gossiping and getting to know each other.

“I’m really excited for our upcoming fashion show, Kaori-chan! I’m a bit jealous with the theme you got but I’m sure you’ll do it justice” says Shioko excitedly. You were a bit out of place. Kaori and her friends were talking about their upcoming projects together. One of Kaori’s friends noticed how uncomfortable you were so she converses with you but not the intention you expected.

“Hey, (Y/n)-san I heard that you’re pretty close with that blonde guy over there?” asks Miyake with a flirty smile on her face as she points her wine glass at Atsumu who was enjoying his time talking to his former teammates.

“Uhm yes why?”

“Are you two dating?” asks Miyake with a smile.

“No they aren’t. (Y/n)-chan here actually has a boyfriend but it seems that he’s running late. Do you know why, (Y/n)-chan?” says Kaori with a bright smile on her face but your mood suddenly shifts but you forced a smile. The other girls started to perk up their interest in you as they heard you have a boyfriend.

“He says something came up but I’m sure he’ll come.” You say, scratching your neck, feeling uncomfortable as the attention was suddenly shifted to you.

Why did you have to lie?

You don’t feel comfortable telling people that you’ve just met that you’ve broken up with your boyfriend. To Kaori, it’s fine to tell her, now that the subject relating to that was brought up and considering you’ve known her for a year but you don’t want for her friends to hear. It’s too personal.

“Great! So that means he’s available?” Miyake says, setting the subject about your affairs aside as her interest was fully on Atsumu.

“Pretty much yeah” a victorious smile emerged from Miyake’s face as those words slipped off your mouth.

“You don’t mind if I go talk to him, do you?” she asks, faking a sweet smile but before you could answer, she started fixing up her hair and make up. The rest of Kaori’s friends started to get excited and helped Miyake. Kaori leans onto your ear, “I’m sorry about Miyake. She’s just really friendly... when it comes to guys.”

A content smile grazed over Miyake’s lips as she stands up.

“Time to have some fun” but before she left, Miyake thanked you then went towards the corner where Aran, Suna and Atsumu were sitting. Cheers erupted from her friends.

“Go get him tiger!”

“He’s quite the hottie, isn’t he?” says Yuki, another friend from Kaori’s major. You can’t deny, Atsumu is definitely good looking. Comparing him to Osamu, even though they practically have the same face, something about Atsumu that he gives off makes him more attractive. The girls suddenly changed topic to the boys they have dated. You were surprised at hearing how Yuki dated a college student back when she was still a high school student.

“(Y/n)-san, tell us more about your boyfriend. What is he like?” asks Yuki with a smile, intrigued of what type of guys you date. You wanted to get out of there. You feel so uncomfortable. You don’t even know your emotional range as of the moment. You’ve been keeping all your feelings to yourself. It was only one time when you totally broke down. It was during Osamu’s visit. You don’t have time to dwell on your break up because you still have a lot of things to prioritize in your studies but somehow you still feel hurt and feel like you’re about to cry. You’re still human too. You wanted to express how you feel.

One’s gaze kept piercing at you. Ever since you sat down with Kaori and her friends, you can’t help but feel that Shioko was a bit off towards you. She has this look on her face that didn’t sit well with you.

Looking at your wine glass, it was all empty. You suddenly want more. You raised your glass, gesturing for the waiter to pour you more. With your glass refilled, you took a huge gulp, emptying its contents before answering the question.

“He’s an athlete”

“Really? My boyfriend is an athlete too!” Shioko interjects, suddenly interested as the two of you have something in common to talk about.

“Ooh! Are you and your mystery guy finally official?” Kaori says, wiggling her eyebrows at Shioko.

“Yeah! In case you didn’t know, (Y/n)-san, we’ve been seeing each other for awhile now but I’m glad he finally asked me to be his girlfriend. Poor guy. He told me his last break up was bad. His ex was awful to him.”

“Is he a nice guy?”

“So nice. Poor girl who broke up with him. He’s quite the catch. I mean he is such a gentleman, caring, kind and great in bed.”

“Oh my goodness Shioko I can’t believe you! You’re at that stage already?” says Kaori who somewhat got excited for her friend.

“I’ve heard of that before” you mumbled but Kaori, Yuki and Shioko heard you loud and clear.

“What?”

Your eyes widened. You said something out loud from your thoughts again.

“Oh it’s nothing.” You say, trying to fake a laugh and looked away, taking another sip of wine.

“So, what’s his name, Shioko-chan?”

You started to feel a bit lightheaded. Is it because of the wine? You can’t seem to focus on the conversation. Your eyes feel droopy. Was it past your bedtime already?

“Oh you’ll meet him real soon.”

You looked down and closed your eyes, holding your head. Kaori notices your sudden discomfort.

“(Y/n)-chan, you okay?” asks Kaori with worried eyes, her hand on you back, trying to sooth you.

“Yeah I just uh need water. Yeah water.”

“Okay I’ll call the waiter” says Kaori and quickly gestures for the waiter to give you a glass of water quickly. “Hang in there, (Y/n)-chan. You must’ve had too much wine today” says Kaori, trying to lighten up the mood. You really weren’t feeling well. You wanted to vomit.

As the waiter gave you a glass of water, you chug onto it.

“Slow down, (Y/n)-chan. At this point, you’ll vomit. Do you want to go to the restroom?”

You shake your head, insisting you were fine. As Kaori decided to let it go and somewhat convinced that you just needed to rest a little, she returned to the conversation with her friends. You felt your phone vibrate in your purse. You saw Atsumu’s name.

Wanna go home?

Looking up, you glanced to where Atsumu and the others were. You saw how Miyake was trying to converse and be close to him. The discomfort displayed across Atsumu’s face was hilarious.

“Look! My boyfriend’s here. Over here baby!”

Shioko points to the door, a tall figure walking in. Shioko excitedly stands up and runs up to her boyfriend, all the attention on them. You felt like your world has stopped. Your grip onto the glass of water you were holding suddenly loosened, making it shatter on the ground.

Silence fills in the restaurant.

“Kaori, this is my boyfriend, Nakamura Kyo.”

Kaori, Aran, Suna and Atsumu’s eyes were then on you, worry plastered all over their faces. You and Nakamura locked eyes. The fear and anger started flare inside you. You remembered the times when he would yell at you every time you would reject to satisfy his needs. You remembered the times when he gripped your arms, forcing you into something you didn’t want to be involved in but you fought back, ending you with bruises. At this point, seeing him made your hands go cold and shake in fear.

Kaori stands up and slowly walked towards Shioko and Nakamura. She stopped in front of them at a safe distance and anger suddenly fills her.

“Shioko, I hate to break it to you but you’ve got the wrong guy. Nakamura-san is (Y/n)-chan’s boyfriend.” Shioko’s eyes widened and looks at you with flare in her eyes. You still looked at your ex-boyfriend, too overwhelmed.

“No. He is my boyfriend-”

“(Y/n) and I broke up for awhile now” says Nakamura, his cold gaze still on you.

Kaori looks back at you but you were still glued to your spot, afraid and threatened but you were also feeling bold. You wanted to scream. Yell at Nakamura to your heart’s content.

“(Y/n)-chan, is this true?”

You look away and let out a breath. You felt so lame. You pretended that you were still dating Nakamura. Slowly grabbing your purse, you stand up but felt wobbly. You held onto the wall for support. It must’ve been the alcohol.

“but why did- hold on, what’s going on here?!” Kaori asks, puzzled as she looks at you and Shioko and Nakamura back and forth. Suna quickly steps into the scene, trying to calm down his girlfriend and take her away from the scene, not wanting for Kaori to be stressed.

Aran was about to step in when Atsumu stopped him, shaking his head.

“What are you-”

“It’s been awhile since we’ve seen her rage mode, right Aran-kun?”

Atsumu knows you. This was your time to shine. All the unspoken feelings will be finally expressed. Atsumu recognizes that flare in your eyes. You deserve to be heard.

A sudden feeling of confidence came to you. Walking in your heels, you walked towards Nakamura and Shioko with threat displayed in your eyes that would make anyone cower in fear.

Stopping in front of them, your eyes were fixed on Nakamura. You had full confidence that he wasn’t gonna try anything to you because there are a lot of people surrounding you. Without knowing, your hand made its way across his face, the sound of impact echoing through the room.

Everything remained still and quiet.

That felt good.

“How dare you slap him!” Shioko was silenced by your intense stare. You looked back at Nakamura who had his jaw clenched and an uneasy expression on his face.

“You had the audacity to tell other people that I was being a horrible girlfriend to you just because I won’t get into your pants?!”

Everyone’s eyes widened. Atsumu smirked at the scene before him. He definitely was shocked at the new information but he was rooting for you.There was no way in stopping you once you’ve gone on full rage mode. He can’t help but feel proud of you for letting your anger out. Atsumu has known you for a long time. You were secretive yes but seeing you finally getting out of your shell was one of the things he grew to admire about you.

“You had the audacity in playing the victim? Shioko-kun here told me you’ve been dating for quite awhile and you guys recently made it official. Meaning to say, you were cheating on me while we were still dating? I can’t believe I wasted so much time with you. Sometimes I wonder if your intentions with me are genuine or you just want have someone to sleep with?”

You say, your voice betraying you as it began to shake from the overwhelming feeling of emotions that you felt like you were gonna be sick. The wine didn’t help either. Tears started to roll down your eyes. All these pent up feelings starting to release.

“Well I’m glad you’ve found someone who gets to sleep with you-”

You suddenly felt a hand make its contact on your face, the burning sensation tingling on your skin. You look at Shioko with wide eyes. She was fuming.

“(Y/n)-chan!” exclaims Kaori, panicked. Aran and Atsumu quickly went to your aid. Aran stood in between you and Nakamura and Shioko, spreading his arms a little.

“Shioko! Why did you do that?!” Kaori yells at Shioko with pure anger in her eyes.

“That bitch is implying that I’m a slut!”

“She didn’t say that.” Aran says, his gaze at the girl.

“I can’t believe you Nakamura-kun! (Y/n)-chan cares for you and you just let that slide? And you, Shioko. You dare to press on (Y/n) when you clearly knew what was going on. We are not friends anymore. You two are cheaters. Get out!” Kaori exclaims, pointing to the door.

Outnumbered, Nakamura and Shioko quickly left the restaurant. It then went quiet.

“I’m sorry for letting my personal problems get in the way of your special day, Kaori-san” you say with a forced smile, the look of defeat in your eyes before storming out of the restaurant, not looking back. You wanted to be alone right now. You needed to breath.

You suddenly felt a hand wrapped around your wrist, stopping you in your tracks. You flinched and looked away, thinking it was Nakamura, afraid he might hurt you but this touch was gentle.

“Hey, it’s me” says Atsumu in a soft tone as he looks at you. He can’t help but feel angry to what trauma Nakamura has influenced to you that you flinched at his touch. You turn around slowly, meeting Atsumu’s gently gaze. It made your heart skip a beat.

“What do you want, piss head?” You say as you started to feel relaxed that it was Atsumu. You can’t seem to focus on what he was saying as you felt your eyes getting droopy. Atsumu scrunched his nose at the nickname you addressed him.

“You’re drunk. I’ll take you home”

“No. I’ll go home on my own.” You say, trying to get out from his grip but Atsumu doesn’t let go. He can’t let you go home alone like this. You’re not in your right state of mind.

“Quit being stubborn, (Y/n)-chan. I also don’t want to get a mouthful from Osamu knowing that I didn’t take you home.”

With a sigh, you nodded and walked with your long time friend. Atsumu wrapped an arm around your shoulders due to your wobbly steps. Atsumu guides you to his car. He helps you get comfortable in your seat. As you hit the soft material, you immediately passed out from the mental and emotional stress you’ve put up today. Atsumu fastens your seatbelt before settling his. Before he drove away, he reclines your seat for you to rest comfortably.

“Watch your step or we both go down!”

Atsumu says as he tries to climb you two up the stairs to your apartment. You kept saying slurred words and laughed that Atsumu couldn’t help but sigh. Arriving at your doorstep, you faced Atsumu with a cheeky smile.

“‘Tsumu, why do you smell like lemons? Is it because of your hair?” you say with a giggle as you play with his hair, sending blood rushing through his cheeks. He gently grabs your wrist and gently places at your side. He let his other hand make its way to your cheeks, gently caressing the red mark imprinted by the slap awhile ago.

“Does it still hurt?”

You and Atsumu locked eyes. The way he caressed your cheek sent butterflies to your stomach. You stayed silent. You can’t help but feel overwhelmed by the warm feeling inside your chest.

“Let’s get that iced” He says with a soft smile. As you punch in your code, you opened the door, you can’t help but feel a bit lonely once you enter. You suddenly felt sad and felt the need of someone to talk to. Atsumu notices the frown on your face. He hates seeing you like this. You were just so selfless to not let others know what’s been troubling you. He hates how you always put others first before yourself. Who was taking care of you?

“(Y/n)-chan. Are you okay?”

You look up at Atsumu as you were trying to take off your heels. You stared into Atsumu’s eyes. Those hazelnut eyes that you admire ever since high school. Atsumu was the one who always light up your world. He’s childish. He would make you laugh whenever you feel down. Atsumu always knew what the definition of fun was when it comes to you. He may not be good with words when it comes to comforting someone but he’s definitely good at making you feel better by distracting you from your troubles like buying you your favorite ice cream.

This was another side of Atsumu that you have yet to discover.

“Yeah”

Without saying a word, Atsumu heads inside first, walking towards the fridge to only find a pack of peas. Seeing you struggle to walk steadily, Atsumu placed the pack of peas on the kitchen counter and helps you in your steps, leading you to the couch. Your body fell heavily on the soft cushions, making you sigh in relief as you finally got comfortable.

Atsumu then comes back, kneeling in front of you and gently places the cold pack of peas on your cheek, making you hiss at the sudden coldness.

“So ‘Tsumu, how are things with you and Miyake? Did you two hit it off?” Atsumu scoffs and adjusts the pack of peas on your cheek.

“I’m pretty sure you know how uncomfortable I was.”

“She’s quite the looker you know.”

Atsumu remained silent until he got the courage to ask you that’s been bothering him.

“Why didn’t you tell me when Nakamura was forcing you into things, (Y/n)-chan? You know I’m willing to you listen and help you anytime, even when you call me in the middle of practice.”

Another tug in your heart. Volleyball is Miya Atsumu’s entire life but him telling you that he was willing to listen to you even when he’s in practice was making you confused. What does he mean?

“Really? The great Miya Atsumu will allow someone to interrupt him during practice?” you chuckled, but Atsumu’s face morphed into a serious one and focused his gaze on the pack of peas.

“You’re not just someone, (Y/n)-chan.”

Raising your hand, you held the hand that was set on your cheek and let the pack of peas remove from your face, setting it to the side. Atsumu was not looking at you as his heart was beating ten times faster in his chest, his face red.

You slowly leaned in and rested your forehead against his, squeezing his hand gently.

“Thank you, Atsumu. Who knew you could be sweet as honey?”

You say with a small giggle but as you opened your eyes, Atsumu was staring at you intently. You couldn’t understand what was behind his eyes. You felt his hand gently tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear then he cups your cheek, caressing it with his thumb.

“You look beautiful today, you know?”

“Oh so on other days I look ugly?”

“You always look beautiful. That dress just suits you really well.”

“Well, you got good taste too. You did buy this for me.”

Tension was in the air. You can’t help but stare at his lips. Deep down, you know you like Atsumu in a different light. You were just so afraid to speak your feelings and might ruin the friendship you both have. You were always happy when you get to hang out with Atsumu. He never bores you. You love at how childish he is. You also can’t help but gawk at him every time he plays volleyball. He was in his element. The joy and passion in his eyes and smile.

With the alcohol clouded your mind, you done something that might ruin your friendship. You grabbed Atsumu by the collar and kissed him. Your lips met his, sending sparks into your stomach. His lips tasted like cherry while yours was from the wine. You couldn’t stop. Seconds later, Atsumu kissed you back just as hungrily. He wanted for this happen for so long. He wanted to taste your lips. He wanted to tell you how you beautiful you were everyday. He wanted to take care of you, knowing you were his.

Consumed by the temptation, Atsumu lays you on the couch and continued to kiss you. You ran a hand through his hair with a tug, making him groan into your lips. He let his tongue slip in, making you moan and tug his hair even more. It was music to his ears. Pulling away from you for you to take a breath, he attacked your neck with open mouth kissed then to your jaw which sent shivers to your spine and wrap your arms around his neck. Atsumu cups your head while the wraps around your waist, taking full control.

His kisses felt so good. His kisses were different.

You wanted to turn things around. With all your might, you sat up and settled yourself on his lap, kissing his lips again. Heavy breaths were filling the apartment as you two continued your make out session. All the unspoken feelings between you two were put into action.

The kiss was rough at first but then it transitioned into a soft and gentle one. He doesn’t want for you to be reminded of your ex boyfriend. He wants to treat you like you deserve the whole world. Atsumu softly wraps an arm around your waist and cups your cheek, caressing it as your lips move in sync. He wants his kiss to be meant as loving, not from lust. Your hand suddenly went to Atsumu’s button up shirt but he stops you. Atsumu ran a hand through your hair and wipes your sweat with his jacket that was on the couch as you were breathing heavily.

“You’re drunk, (Y/n)-chan. I don’t want to take advantage of you” he says as he fixed your dress and lets you sit down properly on his lap.

“Right. Sorry.” You say, your face flushed from the intense make out session you two just had. You lean your forehead against his? The both of you treasuring this moment.

“Your fangirls are gonna kill me”

“Ya really had to ruin the moment, huh?”

“Do you like me, Atsumu?” you suddenly slurred, your eyes widening from what you just said. You just wanted to be loved. Genuine love. You suddenly felt weird. You felt a bit dizzy. You felt something warm in your insides that kept going up and up. You held your stomach and covered your mouth. Before Atsumu even got to reply, you quickly ran to the bathroom and kneeled down quickly, vomiting all the contents you ate that night. Your heart pounded harder in your chest. You could the pressure in your head that aches. You went for another round, the bitter taste in your tongue making it worst.

Atsumu enters the bathroom and holds your hair for you, soothing your back as you vomit. As you were finally done, Atsumu helps you up and flushes the toilet. He gives you your toothbrush for you to brush your teeth and let the bitter taste vanish.

After that, Atsumu leads you to your bed, tucking you in.

“‘Tsumu, I’m sorry. Your kissing isn’t bad it’s just the-”

“I know. Don’t worry about it.”

“’Tsumu, can you remove my make up?”

You pleades as you pointed to your side table which on top sits some baby wipes. Atsumu nods with a sigh and sat down on your bed. He then started to wipe off your make up. He felt his heart flutter as your face was now make up free. You were even more beautiful. Hearing your soft snores indicated you fell asleep, making him chuckle. Atsumu leans in and kisses your forehead.

“Sleep well, (Y/n)-chan.”

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this love we share (Ch 2)

CHAPTER TWO

Summary:

She loves him and he loves her back. On the surface, it seems easy, but she knows in some dark crevice of her mind, that even though love is selfish – escaping to these mountains was selfish – it is also good.

Her source of strength. The root of his humanity.

Time will come when it will teach her to grow, too.

[Eren and Mikasa through the four years. Alternate reality from Chapter 138.]

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Eren has less than four years left to live.

It is something she has always known. The unspoken truth that follows them. Mikasa still does not know how to cope with the thought of him leaving. Every time, she is ravaged with body aches and head pains. There are days she has the cabin to herself and she’s hit with a startling clarity that she must get used to this silence. A life without him, with only memories to spare.

Desperation grips her, and she wants to tear down the calendar on their wall, or plead to the goddess to save him. She feels it like a wound bleeding. A fear she has no courage to face. A battle she’s already lost. For all the pain she’s endured in her life, this one is still unlike any other.

Mikasa begins to wonder if she shouldn’t have furnished their cabin with so many personals. Jars filled with sand and seashells they collected from the beach sitting on top of the fireplace. Flowers and leaves they’ve pressed onto parchment and framed on the wall. Baskets woven by hand occupying the corner of the room.

All of these precious mementos soon to become aching reminders.

She shakes her head, tries to shake off the sore notion, but her heart unravels with every break and every snap. There are days she feels restless and it takes everything in her not to burst and spill hot tears.

Eventually, she preserves this cabin like a keepsake and takes nothing down.

The door unlocks and interrupts her train of thought.

“I’m back!” Eren calls out as he enters their cabin and stows his shoes away.

He makes it five steps into the house and then she’s on him, arms snaked around his middle and face buried in his shoulder. The distraction is enough. He floods her senses and she seizes him like an escape, embraces this like waking from a nightmare. He is dirty and muddied after his fishing trip, but she cannot find it in herself to care.

“You’re clingy today,” he murmurs in her hair.

She only hugs him tighter. “I just missed you.”

Eren chuckles, and she feels the reverberations in his chest. “I’ll make it up to you.”

Mikasa lets him go and reaches up to wipe dirt off his cheek. For the rest of the night, she hovers. She cannot help herself – it is her nature and love language. He stopped brushing her off a long time ago anyway.

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She bakes a small cake for his birthday: a vanilla-flavoured concoction topped with fruit and light icing. The recipe was given to her from the wives at the market, some of whom claimed to have been watching her for a while now. They gushed at young love, and giggled when her cheeks flushed pink. She shrunk and brushed off their comments, not wanting to remind herself the truth of it all. Mikasa swears she never scurried out of the market faster.

Later, she stares at the finished cake with more apprehension than pride. All she can think is that he has three more birthdays left, three more years, three more cakes and suddenly she’s half-tempted to throw it into the trash. It will do more harm than good.

She steels herself against it, and reluctantly presents it to him when they sit for dinner.

He turns to her with a surprised gaze and she carefully gages his reaction, almost waiting for him to harden and arrive to the same realization.

It never comes, but she grows anxious anyway.

“I made it for your birthday,” she starts, because he’s not saying anything. “I’ve never baked a cake before, which is why it’s so tiny. It’s nothing fancy either, and it probably doesn’t even taste sweet.”

She doesn’t mean to minimize her efforts, but the words pour out of her mouth before she can stop them. Meanwhile Eren stares, listening to her preamble and probably picking up the nervous cues behind them.

She swallows hard and continues, “We don’t have to make a big deal out of this. I just wanted to do something special for today, but instead all I could think about was–” Suddenly she feels like crying, and she has to blink the sting out of her eyes.

There is a deafening silence. For some reason, it always comes down to this.

From the corner of her eye, she catches him slicing the cake with a fork and taking a sizeable bite. He contemplates for a short moment.

“It’s delicious,” he finally says, gazing at her with tenderness. “You’re too hard on yourself.”

He cuts another piece and holds it out for her to taste. She accepts it, and savours the soft texture and taste of vanilla bean on her tongue. She’s right: it’s hardly sweet, but she thinks she prefers it that way. With a finger, she wipes the crumbs off her lip and notices him staring.

“Do you like it then?”

He nods easily. “I do.”

With a breath of relief, they trade bites one after another until the plate is cleaned.

Afterwards, when they’re in the middle of cleaning up, she feels the warmth of his body behind her, his arms looped across her chest and his lips pressed against her temple. She relaxes into him and when one of his hands trails down to her abdomen, she wastes no more time.

She turns around and catches his lips in a bruising kiss. She can taste remnants of icing and sugar on his tongue, and asserts her desire by pulling him closer, hands roving everywhere and slipping under his shirt. All her pent-up frustration from the day disappears like smoke, and gives way to a different kind of desperation.

He welcomes her boldness and tries to keep up, dragging her cardigan from her shoulders and peppering breathy kisses along her jaw. Not one to forfeit her dominance, she palms his length, stiff and hard against her thigh. He grunts in response, and finds her lips again.

Mikasa gasps when he hoists her up with one arm, and her legs instinctively wrap around his waist. As he walks them over to their bedroom, she concedes that the rest of her chores will have to wait until morning.

They know this dance by now. They’ve woken to several mornings twisted in bedsheets and limbs tangled. Many nights he encourages her to take control, experiment and satiate her curiosities. Meanwhile, she tries to convince him she’s not made of glass.

Tonight he doesn’t hold back.

Her back hits the mattress, and she watches as he tests her entrance. She is wet enough, and his fingers slip inside her so easily that her back automatically arches to meet him. He pumps at a steady pace, and draws out the sweetest whimpers from her mouth. Even as she urges him, he doesn’t let her finish.

She aches with unfulfillment, and before she can gripe about it, he hooks his arms under her knees, pulls her legs forward and starts to fuck into her hard and desperate. Mikasa cries out, mouth wide and loud with feverish groans. The rhythm he sets barely allows her to keep up, even as her body tries to arch and move with his thrusts. Soon she gives up altogether, taking whatever pleasure she can find, soaring into delirium and moans turning into strained gasps when he repeatedly hits that spot that makes her jerk and writhe underneath him.

When she reaches her peak, she throws one arm over her face and the sounds of her voice come out like sobs. It is enough for him to follow and find his own release. They lie together in the aftermath and haze, her hands stroking his hair and his face buried between her neck and collarbone.

Later that night, she is lying next to him, head resting on his bare chest and hand over his heart. His breathing is soft and calm, but she knows he’s not sleeping.

She pats his chest lightly, “Eren?”

He grumbles out a sound, indicating he’d heard her.

She feels awful bringing it up now, but it’s plagued her mind the whole day and she knows she won’t find rest until it comes out.

“How come you… I mean, why is it that you don’t…” she bites her lip, struggles to say it even now. He strokes her back, encouraging her to go on. “Do you not grieve? About our future, I mean.”

His gaze stays on the ceiling. “Grieve?”

She sighs. “Sometimes I think I worry enough for the both of us, but maybe you just do it when I’m not looking.”

“What brought this on?” he asks.

“Your birthday,” she pipes up, a frown marring her features. “It’s not fair. Everything has already been taken from me, and even now, I am still losing. I feel it every time I think about you leaving, or the years we have left.”

Eren brushes the bangs out of her eyes. He thinks of apologizing for his numbered days, for leaving too soon, for causing her pain, but knows it will change nothing.

She buries her face in his shoulder. “Sorry for bringing it up.”

He shakes his head.

“It’s fine,” he says. “And I do grieve. More often than not, actually.”

She takes it back, because of course he does. She can’t even recall what made her think otherwise. Even now, there are parts of him that are still subdued. Perhaps it’s for the better.

There’s a question at the tip of her tongue, and she hesitates to ask, “How do you cope with it?”

Silence befalls them once again.

She’s about to waive the inquiry – in hindsight, it’s a loaded question to ask a dying man – but she feels his chest rumble underneath her. Not the wracked and thrashing sort of tremble that accompanies grief or sorrow. It’s light, and effortless. Mikasa anxiously peers up at him.

He’s laughing, of all things.

“Sorry…” he says, clearing his throat. “You caught me off guard.”

Mikasa shakes her head. “You don’t have to say anything.”

“I cope because of you,” he says suddenly.

“What?”

He exhales a slow breath. She feels it underneath, and matches her own breathing to his.

“If I really wanted, I could spend the rest of my life fretting and worrying about what’s to come, but….” His gaze is heavy, filled with something intense, significant and purposeful. It spreads to her too, and the feeling becomes tangled in her heart, forms a lump in her throat. There’s not a word for it. He lets out another breath, and the corner of his lips tug to a smile. “…I’d rather spend it with you. Mikasa, wasn’t it you who gave me that choice?”

The words flow off his tongue easier than anything that’s been said, and the stark realization of it leaves her breathless.

Her face crumples, as if something within her bursts and breaks. For once, it is not the same and familiar body ache that’s ravaged her like a sickness. It is something different entirely. All her life she wished for this: a caring pair of arms to ease her through life and all of its cruelties; someone to shelter her from reality.

She thinks of his younger self, for some reason. Rude, reckless and highly temperamental. And yet, he’s also the same person lying underneath her now. He’s grown and changed so much, and yet she loves him the same.

Mikasa makes up her mind then, to make the same choice. She shifts in bed until she’s hovering over him, foreheads pressed together. She leans forward, presses a light kiss against his mouth until he’s returning it, pulling her down and deepening it.

I choose you too.

Right now, nothing can break this peace.

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It sounds strange, but Mikasa has to learn how to live in the present. How to live for now, and not worry about what happens a week from today, or months down the road, or the year ahead. The learning curve is steep, but there are many reasons for it:

She is no longer in the military, and is free to reshuffle her priorities that don’t push timelines or goals.

Eren is not the same impulsive boy he once was. He will not charge towards danger with reckless abandon, and he is within her reach every day.

Mikasa is happier this way. It allows her to forget, even momentarily, and minimizes the breaks that threaten to consume her whole.

Time slips away from her, and she lets it.

Days are spent gardening, fishing, and building a life she never knew she wanted. Nights are spent in his arms, either quiet for comfort or loud with passion. The relationship they share is nothing like the one she dreamt in her youth, but it’s better in all the right ways. Eren is actually the quieter one between the two of them, and she never has to clamour for his attention. In return, she takes care of him and tells him she loves him without needing to.

This love is real, she thinks. Much like the love of their parents, and she is grateful for their example.

But the grief still lingers every now and then.

It sneaks up on her in the most blissful moments, and comes in the form of small, nagging reminders that this will not last forever. It always catches her off guard, and she has to ground herself against them.

It catches up to him too. There are times he clings onto her, or distracts himself with work, chopping more wood than they need until nightfall. On the hardest of days, he holds her steadfast and tight, or makes love to her like it’s the last time.

She knows his desperation like it’s her own.

In these moments, she wishes time would wait.

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But it doesn’t, of course. Time has no agency and pays no heed to her cause.

This blissful life comes to a screeching halt when a storm festers in the sky and a downpour of relentless rain hits the mountainside and reaches their cabin.

Mikasa has to cut her hunting trip short when it starts to pour. As she runs home, the deluge of water quickly turns the dirt into mud, and every step she takes threatens to suck her boots under and cause an accident. The sweltering summer heat combined with the downpour makes her struggle for breath, as if she is drowning in this rain.

She is soaked from top to bottom when she finally makes it home. When she sees him, Eren is inspecting the leaks in the roof of their house. He’s laid out buckets all over the floor to catch the droplets of rain that have seeped through, and he is so caught up in the task that he barely notices her.

As she collects herself, she realizes with shocking alarm that part of their floors are flooded, their furniture is in disarray, and all the crops they have carefully tended and grown cannot survive if this goes on. The tampered state of their home strikes like an awful robbery and still, this indifferent rain and storm continues to hammer and beat down on them.

It draws forth memories of that fateful day. Yes, that gruesome time she’d been forced to watch her own parents struck down in front of her, pale and bleeding, and how in that instant, her world collapsed and crumbled under her feet. She thought of how nothing could hurt more.

Right now, it feels as though it is still happening. As if she never left that godforsaken cabin.

Mikasa doesn’t even notice Eren in front of her until he touches her shoulder. His face is resolute, as if he has a plan. He’s being pragmatic, but somehow it’s not helping.

“Go find shelter outside, and stay away from the rain. I’m going to reinforce the rafters, and it could take a while.”

When realization dawns on her, she grabs his wrist before he can make it out the door.

“No!” she screams, because this is quickly turning into an awful nightmare.

He turns around and gazes with confusion.

She doesn’t know how to explain to him that she doesn’t want to see his titan again. She doesn’t want him to use it. They shouldn’t have to resort to that ever again. The mere thought of Eren biting into his hand, blood spilling and becoming that humanoid beast is something she can no longer stomach, because it is the very reason his life hangs in the balance.

“We can fix this ourselves,” she pleads.

His confusion only deepens. “But we’ll get sick in the rain.”

She shakes her head. He tugs his arm away, takes one step forward, but she catches the end of his shirtsleeve. “Eren, please! You don’t need to transform! You shouldn’t have to. It’s in the past now. We’ve moved on from that–”

“Mikasa.”

She stops, because she knows she is unravelling and now his expression hinges on anger. There is a fire kindling in his eyes that aches familiar, something she has not seen in a long while. She cannot recall the last time he’d been stern with her.

He yanks his hand from her grasp, and it sharpens the ache in her heart. As if noticing, he repeats his command, albeit much gentler.

“I’ll be back. Find shelter in the meantime.”

Eventually, she curls up against a sturdy tree with branches long enough to shield her from most of the rainfall. The lightning strike signalling his transformation blends too perfectly with the rain and storm, and it makes her wince. Even now, she still cannot fathom the swirl of emotions coursing her mind and beating at her heart.

Falling back to old habits, she brings the damp red scarf up to her nose. The familiarity of the old and tattered thing has never failed to comfort her in the most trying times.

Hugging her knees tighter, she forces herself to watch his titan. A hard-hitting sight to behold, because she hasn’t seen it in two years. This dull and harrowing realization sinks and cements itself in the spaces of her heart. Time is catching up to her now.

In the distance, he re-aligns the wooden rafters of their roof and secures one of their tarps over the leaks – a temporary fix. She knows he will use his titan again to rebuild it, and a bitter sensation settles in her mouth.

It is still raining when he finishes. By the time he’s cut himself out of his titan and makes it back home, Mikasa has already swept the debris to one side and is halfway through scrubbing their floors. Her efforts come off vain and hopeless, but it is difficult to care about anything besides restoring this place back to its former state.

When he crouches beside her, she quietly asks for space. To his cocked brow, she reassures him she’s not angry with him, because she’s not.

She knows this grief very well. A part of her always knew that it would find her again and take root. No amount of distractions will get it out this time. She is mortified and distraught, but somehow it feels important. Feels necessary.

She cannot find it in herself to say it loud, only knows it deep inside of herself.

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It doesn’t stop raining.

Mikasa falls asleep blocking the low murmurs of thunder, and wakes to the patter of rain against their windows. Her mind goes to the garden every once in a while, wondering if any of their crops could survive this storm. When the rain loosens to a light drizzle, she takes the chance to salvage what is left and gets her answer.

Nothing.

She punches a divot into the ground, knuckles white and shaking.

They are drowned. She only finds mud, wilted leaves and dead roots. Even her plants have suffocated from this storm. She sits back on her knees and feels the rain seeping her through her hair, and soaking through scarf and cardigan. The muddy terrain below her seems to boil and bubble underneath this sweltering heat and humid rain.

The downpour worsens then. She watches the thunderhead spiralling above the mountains, gathering another storm within its grasp. She should retreat to the confines of the cabin, but instead she sinks in this rain.

Fuck.

She mulls over the pain in the heavy fog of her mind, and weeps in the confined spaces. It was inevitable; every break and every snap colliding and bursting and erupting at the seams. There is nothing to wake her from this crumbling resolve. It hits her like open floodgates, a broken dam, or a single spark of wildfire.

I’m going to lose him.

Ackerman blood pumps through her veins, fuels her with the strength of a hundred men, and yet she is powerless to protect those who matter. She curses the stars and the goddess for saddling her with such a tragic and atrocious destiny; tending a love inside her that would grow beyond measure, only so she can watch him fade and wither too soon.

I would have to give this up.

She crouches into the field, head buried in her arms. Her hands grip the dirt beneath her like a lifeline, like it’s the only thing tethering her to this earth. She screams until her lungs give out, throwing her voice into the howling winds and joining the cacophonous sound. Her mind fills with images of life without him – she’s always resisted them – and the inevitability of it all comes down like crashing waves, robbing her of air and space to breathe.

She can almost feel the comfort of his arms starting to leave her. It renders her desperate and gasping for breath. Like a fish dragged out of water, or rain drying up in the sun.

I would have to forfeit all we’ve built and grown.

She exhales with exasperation, and feels her chest heaving.

But this life is paradise. Eren is my–

“Mikasa!”

Home.

She misses the panic in his tone. She misses his voice altogether.

He is all I ever–

A jacket is laid on top of her. Strong arms wrap around her.

Wanted.

She tries to breathe in deeply, and finds the task arduous with the weight on her chest and the lump in her throat. Her hands latch onto him like an anchor in this storm, and she holds on tight. He gently caresses her back in a steady rhythm – consistent and grounded in light of this erratic storm.

One, two, three. One, two, three.

Mikasa follows his motions like a musical beat.

Eventually, she finds her breath.

Somehow, her despairing soul is rocked to quiet mending.

What am I to you?

Eren takes her hands and pulls her to her feet. She grasps onto him and follows him home, knowing he will ease her out of darkness again. He is the only one to soothe her aches, quiet the noise and let everything else fade into the background. She loves him completely for it.

You are everything.

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Lucidness returns to her as she dries and changes out of her wet clothes. Her face is red and puffy and there is a heaviness to her gait, but she comes out of the bedroom anyway and joins him in front of the fireplace. For a while, she holds out her hands and gleans warmth from the radiating fire.

“The storm makes me restless,” she breaks silence, eyeing a few wandering embers.

He gives a hum of agreement.

She turns her head to peek at him. “I’m sorry. I promised I’d do my best not to bring this up, but…” She shakes her head, pushing herself to say it in spite of her reluctance. “…I can’t see beyond the next two years. There’s nothing there. No future, no cause... Almost as if time will stop completely. And then I find myself wondering if things would have been different had we chosen to stay behind, but it’s not as though the curse would…” Her voice trails off completely, and she rubs the sting out of her eyes. “Sorry. I don’t mean to ramble.”

He watches her, expression crinkling a little.

“It would have been the same,” he tells, just above a tired whisper.

Mikasa’s face drops and she swivels to face him, legs still tucked underneath.

“How?”

Eren swallows hard, face twisting in pain and jaw hardening. The same expression that finds him when he dreams in memories, or speaks of destruction.

“It would have been by your hand instead,” he says plainly, but not without reservation. “I’ll lose myself and use the founder’s powers to start a war. Destroy the world according to her will. I push through with it knowing it’s wrong and cruel, but my actions won’t be justified. You’ll stop me because of it.”

Her entire face becomes hot all of a sudden. She just stares at her clenched fists, unsure why he sometimes speaks as though it’s still going to happen, and refusing to comprehend how she could ever –

Eren touches her shoulder, as if reading her mind.

“Mikasa. You do it to save me, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. You’ll save humanity because of it, and nobody will live in fear of titans after that.”

She’s shaking her head, eyes closed shut and nails digging into her skin. Even two years past, and she still doesn’t understand. She doubts she will ever understand. To choose between Eren and the fate of the world is too cruel of a decision to even fathom, let alone rest on her shoulders. As if the world hasn’t been unkind to her already.

She breathes with exasperation and looks at him with finality and defiance.

“I don’t want to make that choice,” she says, but then quietly, in the back of her mind, she wonders if she already did.

His expression softens a bit. “Everything changed the night you told me you loved me. It made me feel… human, because I loved you the same.”

She stiffens with the truth, face twisting and crumpling between anger, pain and confusion.

“No one ever made me feel that way. It was mine the whole time,” he continues, taking her clenched fists in his fingers and unwinding them. Her palms hurt, but she finds comfort in his hands folding over hers. She’s trembling like she’s on fire, but the calm and unchanging green of his gaze drowns out her rage.

“Escaping here was something I wanted, a choice I made with my heart. I would do it again and again, unless…”

She stares at him, unsure of the reason his voice breaks.

Eren sighs and dips his head, making certain they are seeing eye to eye.

“Mikasa, do you ever regret this?” he asks for the first time, with obvious difficulty. “I only have two years left. It will never be enough, and even now I still cause you so much pain and suffering–”

“No,” she cuts off, settling the argument once and for all. She shakes her head furiously, halting the thought before it sails. “I would do it again.”

And without thinking, she springs forward and throws her arms around his figure. Her kiss is hard and desperate. She is determined to prove every word. He returns it in full, and she cannot imagine why she would ever choose otherwise.

“I love you,” he says, even though he doesn’t need to. She feels it in everything he does.

They part only so their foreheads can press together, breaths mingling in between.

“I wish we had more time,” he murmurs softly. “That was the wish I made under the stars.”

She pulls back to memorize every line and curve of his face. “I love you too.”

It’s the only thing that needs to be said, and suddenly she is grateful for their choice.

Afterwards, she holds him tight and close to her, knowing she will do so until she is forced to let go.

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She loves him and he loves her back. On the surface, it seems easy, but she knows in some dark crevice of her mind, that even though this love is selfish – escaping to these mountains was selfish – it is also good.

It is clear like the blue reflective sheen of the ocean. Bright in the dark like the constellations in the night sky and the stars they wished upon. Beautiful in the midst of this world’s unending horror and cruelty.

Her source of strength. The root of his humanity.

This love is enough.

Time will come when it will teach her to grow, too.

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The rain stops and gives way to a brighter morning.

From her window, Mikasa spots the luminous streaks of colour in the sky, no doubt left behind by the storm, and feels as though a heavy weight has been lifted off her chest.

Eren is still sleeping beside her and quietly she extracts herself out of his embrace. She makes her way outside, where the sun warms her face and a soft breeze sweeps past her. The silence is easy and comforting. For a moment, she allows herself to bask in this delicate peace.

In the corner of her eye, she finds something in the garden. Perhaps not everything drowned in the rain.

Campanulas.

Mikasa crouches by the patch of purple-petaled flowers and traces her finger along one of them, careful not to disturb their growth. She wonders how they managed to endure the flood, even bloom as a result of it. So frail in appearance, but their roots must be deep, sturdy and strong.

Strange how this bellflower seems to follow her wherever she goes.

It grows under the wrath of the titans, and weathers the worst of storms. It is the only thing to survive the wreckage. It’s almost incredible how they managed to grow such a thing; she and Eren are so damaged themselves.

Perhaps this flower will remain. Just like the memories they’ve made.

Mikasa glances at her surroundings. The mountains in the distance, the trees circling their cabin, the river flowing downward and everything else still standing.

She sees this home they’ve built and finds pieces of him everywhere; his heart is carved in everything they’ve made, and said, and done.

When he passes on, maybe it will be enough.

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