#lmao anyway. and I have gotten better about having a voice and defending myself in relationships

[atlabeth]

transferred part twelve - atla smau

masterlist | part eleven | part thirteen

this takes place about 2 weeks after the last chapter

summary: trying to run from your past is hard, but falling for your brother’s roommate is even harder. little do you know that he’s falling for you as well. 

wc: 3.6k 

a/n: i’ve been writing bits and pieces of this since the start of this series so. enjoy. that’s all im gonna say lmao 

warning(s): cursing, mentions of familial death, mentions of abuse, some angst but also some fluff. this is kind of a heavy chapter because both zuko and y/n talk about their past, but there is fluff at the end. 

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You pushed your hair out of your face and tried to blink the sleep out of your eyes, catching a glimpse of the time on the corner of your laptop. 

3:23 AM. 

You should’ve been asleep a long time ago, but all of your professors had decided to schedule tests in the same week so it was one of many, many late nights you had had lately. You thought that they would cool down because midterms were coming up, but BSSU professors kept proving you wrong. Late nights like these were becoming a regular occasion, and right now you just needed a break. 

The tea dates with Zuko were the only things keeping you sane. But could you even call them dates? 

It was the two of you, together, sitting and talking over tea for hours, and they were happening multiple times a week. In fact, you and him had gotten tea together exactly 9 times in the past two weeks — and that wasn’t even counting all the talking during your shared shifts. 

Katara, Suki, and Toph told you that they were dates, you wanted them to be dates, but there was a part of you that was so incredibly scared that you were wrong — that moving past that bridge would ruin the friendship that you cherished so much with Zuko — that you kept things solely platonic. No matter how much you wanted to kiss him every time he gave you that smile. 

But thinking about the complicated relationship you had found yourself entangled in with Zuko wasn’t a break, no matter how many times you had pondered over it before falling asleep in the wee hours of the night. 

You closed your laptop and grabbed your jacket that had been carelessly tossed on a stool at the kitchen island, making sure to sneak out of the apartment as quietly as you could. You opted to work in the living room, choosing to camp out on the sofa whenever you had to stay up as late as this, just so you wouldn’t wake up Sokka. Your brother had no idea how much you did for him. 

The cool breeze hitting your face and the shining stars in the sky were a welcome change of scenery from the lifelessness that was your apartment at night and your computer screen that you were sure was going to cause you eye issues later in life with how bright it was. 

You took a deep breath, inhaling and exhaling the crisp night air, and started to walk. You were sure you looked like a mess. You were wearing some flannel pajama pants, a BSSU tank top, tennis shoes, and Zuko’s jacket.  He had never asked for it back after that night at the party, and when you had showed up to one of your hangouts wearing it, he told you that you could keep it — “it looks better on you anyways” — so you did. 

There was something calming about the atmosphere. You knew that a lot of women were anxious about going out at night, especially alone, but that was why you had taken self defense classes. Being friends with Suki was a self defense class in its own, and it was very much appreciated. You allowed yourself to get lost in your thoughts, trying to give yourself the break that you deserved, when the hairs on the back of your neck stood up. 

“You know, it’s not safe to be out alone at this hour.” 

You let out a scream at the unexpected voice and whirled around, your fists already up to defend yourself. When you saw who it was, you laughed, completely shocked, and hit your hands against your legs, trying to calm your rapidly beating heart. 

“Holy shit, Zuko, you can’t just sneak up on someone like that!” you wheezed. You had no doubt that he only had good intentions, but for a second you thought someone was going to try and kill you. You had to admit, the scare was worth it to see the mix of horror and embarrassment on Zuko’s face.

“I’m so sorry!” His hands were held up placatingly in front of him and he let out a nervous laugh as well, but it did nothing to cover up the wide eyes he stared at you with. “I am so sorry, I didn’t even think about that. I- I was just up studying too, and I heard you leaving so I thought you could use some company- I swear, I wasn’t trying to scare you or anything!” 

You shook your head but couldn’t stop the smile on your lips, gesturing for him to come closer while you caught your breath. “It’s fine. Come on, walk with me.”

He fell into step beside you and the two of you walked in silence for a while, the only disruptions being the occasional car that drove by. It was eerily quiet, but with Zuko, it was nice. 

“So-”

“So-” 

Both of you laughed when you each interrupted the other, and when you motioned for Zuko to go first he shook his head. You paused for a moment, the question on the tip of your tongue, before you decided to take the plunge. 

“I’ve been wondering since I got here; how did you end up as friends with—” You gestured around with your hands. “—this whole crew? It’s kind of a weird combination of people, so I guess I just wanna know how you became a part of it.” 

Zuko sighed and ran a hand through his hair, causing your eyes to widen a little bit as a stammered apology came out. “You don’t have to answer it if you don’t want to-” He gave you a tight smile and shook his head. 

“No, it’s fine. You should know about my life if— if we’re going to keep living together.” He knew the moment he met you, the moment he agreed to let you live with all of them, that he would have to explain his past to you. Hell, your siblings might have already told you some of it — he could only hope you’d still want to be his friend after he was done. 

“”I.. I wasn’t the best person in the past. I was a horrible person actually, and I consider myself extremely lucky that I was given so many chances to change. I hurt people. Bullied people. Got into fights just because I could. I was just- horrible is the only way to describe it. But your siblings, Toph, Aang? They were all people that decided to give me one of those chances, and they’re a huge reason that I am who I am today.” Zuko spoke slowly, and you could tell that this was something he didn’t open up to many people about. You smiled softly at him and nodded, letting him know that he could go on. 

“I don’t know how much you know about my father, but he’s the CEO of our family company. He’s been this huge presence in the business world for as long as I can remember, and he’s responsible for all the wealth and fame that our family has today. And when I was younger, I idolized him. I thought he was the greatest man in the world, that he could do no wrong, and I just followed him blindly. He was the most important person in my life, but.. I was nothing to him.” 

“He didn’t care about his friends, or- or his family, he only cared about power. My mother left when I was young, we haven’t heard a word from her since, and- and I don’t even know if he cared. My father would do whatever it took to become as powerful as he could, and that meant—” Zuko’s voice was getting louder and he cleared his throat, trying to keep his cool. There was a certain hollowness behind his eyes, and it tore you to pieces. “That meant hurting anyone that went against him. Including his children.”  

“I have a sister, Azula. She’s a prodigy in every sense of the word, and my father used it, used her. She was clearly his favorite, and it drove me insane. I mean, I did everything for his approval, but he only cared about Azula. We had a good relationship when we were younger, but my father molded her into the kind of person he wanted her to be, and— and I was jealous of her. He used that against us, purposefully staked the fire of our competition, one that I thought I could somehow win. But we had both already lost the second we started fighting against each other.” 

“It took me a long time to realize that.. that he was abusing us. I mean, he gave me this scar all because I spoke out of turn, and— and I still thought that I could earn his favor, that he deserved to earn my favor! He threw me out of the house when I was thirteen, and I went to live with my uncle. It took an even longer time, but with his help, and the support of your siblings and their friends, I was able to break the cycle. I was horrible to them at first, all of them, and I hated my father for what he did, but it was probably the thing that saved me.”  “And Azula.. leaving her will always be my biggest regret. My biggest mistake. I should’ve forced her to come with me when I was kicked out, I should’ve done something sooner, because maybe she wouldn’t have turned out the way she did.” He swallowed hard, his voice strained. “I came back for her once I was stable, and I helped her get out. I helped her get a therapist. It’s been a long process, but she’s getting better every day. But not a day goes by where I don’t think about what I could’ve done to help her more.”

You instinctively reached out for Zuko’s hand, and to your surprise, he took it without question. You gave his hand a small squeeze and led him over to a nearby bench — without realizing it, the two of you had entered a public park that was near the complex. When you sat down together, you moved so that one of your legs was crossed in front of you and the other was hanging down so you could face him. 

“Zuko.. I am so, so sorry. I don’t think any amount of apologies will be able to get how I feel across, but.. you didn’t deserve to go through that. No one deserves to go through that.” You took both of his hands, thankful for the warmth they provided. “Listen to me. Are you listening to me?” 

He gave a pained smile and nodded. “Yes, Y/N. I’m listening to you.” 

“You are not who you were in middle school. You are not who you were in high school. Okay? Your father is a horrible man, and you wouldn’t have done any of those things if it wasn’t for him. What you did when you were younger wasn’t okay, but the fact that you have so much remorse for it today proves that you’re a good person. Zuko, you are a good person, one of the best men that I’ve ever met in my life, and I’ve only known you for a few months.” 

You were subconsciously rubbing calming circles into the back of his hands —  hands that were still holding yours — while you talked, but it was all Zuko could think about.  “I know you feel guilty about leaving your sister, but you did what you had to do to get out. You came back for her, and you’ve helped her get better. She’s grateful for it, Zuko, I know that much.” 

“Everyone else has forgiven you,” you murmured, staring deep into the fire he held in his eyes. “You deserve to forgive yourself.”

The silence that passed while you gazed into each other’s eyes felt like it lasted an eternity, when really it was only about a minute. Zuko was the first to break it, clearing his throat and looking everywhere but at you as his words tumbled out. “I’m sorry- I didn’t mean to dump all of this on you at once.”

“It’s okay, Zuko, really. I understand; sometimes you just need to talk to somebody. You don’t know how much it means to me that you trusted me with all of that. And.. if we’re still baring our souls to each other, then I guess I have some things that you should know as well.” 

You bit the inside of your cheek; were you really about to tell Zuko about what happened? Most people knew that your mother was dead — killed in a drunk driving accident when you were ten — but you had never told anyone, not even your father or your siblings, about the full effect it had on you. But his eyes told you more than he ever could, and in that moment you knew it would be okay. You could trust him with something you had never trusted anyone else with.

“I’m sure you know that my mother died when I was young.” He nodded and you swallowed, trying to get rid of the sudden dryness in your throat. “It was.. hard. Really hard, on all of us. It was just so unexpected that we didn’t know what to do. We didn’t really have any money to spare, so my dad had to keep working, and I had to take care of Sokka and Katara. I was only eleven, but I basically had to take over the ‘mom’ role. Our grandmother came down to take care of us so we wouldn’t just be a bunch of kids living on our own, but even with her and Katara’s help, it was still hard. Sokka and Katara had to grow up much faster than they should’ve, even though I tried to shield them as much as I could.” 

“It was.. a lot. I won’t lie to you, it was a lot. Maybe too much.” A mirthless laugh hung in the air and you had to blink back the tears threatening to spring. “My mother was.. amazing. She was the only one who truly got me, you know? She was just this— this beautiful spirit in the world, and she brought light wherever she went. And when she died, it left this.. huge, gaping hole in my heart, one that I’m still trying to fill. I- I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to fill it. I thought as I got older it would be easier, but i-it’s not. The three of us joke around by calling Katara mom because of how she is, and they sometimes do it to me, and I know that’s all they are, jokes, but some part of it still hurts.” 

You were rambling now, spilling your soul to Zuko, going into the most mundane details that you had never told anyone. You had taken away the dam that had been holding back the waters of your emotions for so long, and now Zuko was going to drown in them. But you couldn’t stop.

“It’s the reason why I didn’t drive for so long. I didn’t want to, I was terrified of it because of what happened to my mother, but someone needed to be able to take Sokka and Katara around. And- and as I got older, and I started going to parties and people started drinking, I never did. I couldn’t, I was always the designated driver, because I couldn’t leave that in someone else’s hands. I had to be in control, because if I let someone go, then it was like I was killing my mother all over again, and it’s the reason why I always have to be the one driving—” 

You paused to take a deep breath, and as you looked down at your hands, you realized they were shaking. Not just your hands, but your entire body. What the hell were you doing? You let out a tearful laugh, covering your mouth with one hand and shaking your head. “God, I am so sorry, I— I don’t know what got into me.”

Zuko’s eyes never left yours, his own glassy, and he shook his head. “You don’t have to apologize. Like you said, it helps to tell someone. A-and— I know how you feel, what it’s like feeling like you have to give up the world for your siblings. But you have to take care of yourself too. You’re not just what you can give to other people. You are your own person.”

He was thankful that you trusted him enough to tell you something like this about yourself, something that your own blood didn’t even know, but it also made him realize that you had always trusted him. 

Your point about driving. You liked to be in control so that if something did go wrong, there wouldn’t be any thoughts of what you could’ve done. If something happened, it was because of you and only you. And on your first day of classes, and many trips since, you had let him drive. It was something so small, so insignificant to anyone, but to you it was a sign of trust. 

You trusted him. 

“You’re shivering.” Your voice snapped Zuko back to reality and he shrugged, the smallest smile playing on his lips. 

“I wouldn’t be if someone had given me my jacket back,” he joked. You elbowed him in the chest and stood up, holding out your hand for him to take to help him up as well. Zuko took it and you ignored the butterflies that erupted, setting a steady pace as the two of you walked. 

“We should get back to the apartment. It’s late, and you need to sleep,” you chided. 

“You have bags the size of baseballs under your eyes. I think you need sleep just as much as I do.” 

“I’m special,” you shot back with a grin.

Yeah, you are, Zuko thought. 

The walk back to the apartment was shrouded in comfortable silence and intertwined hands, something that neither of you made any move to change.

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Soon enough you had gotten back to your rooms — such a small apartment meant that they were right next to each other — and as you turned on your heel to face him, a shy smile played on your lips. “Thank you. For, uh- coming after me. For listening to me.” 

“Of course,” he nodded. The two of you stood in silence for a while, and then Zuko reached out his hand. Your breath caught in your throat as he brushed a loose strand of hair behind your ear, and the close proximity combined with the surprisingly intimate act caused your cheeks to heat up once more. It was like you were caught in a trance.

Your gaze flickered from his eyes to his lips for just a moment, and you could’ve sworn that he did the same. The air between the two of you was crackling with unseen electricity, and before you could question yourself you were leaning forward. 

You felt him lean in as well as your eyes fluttered shut, and his lips ghosted over yours. Your eyes snapped open and you stared at him, your lips slightly parted in disbelief — he just kissed you. Zuko just kissed you. It was like time had stopped — and then it all came crashing down. His lips came back to yours with an intense fervor, cupping your face in his hands to get as close to you as possible.

It was bliss in the purest sense. You reciprocated immediately, tangling a hand in his dark hair, letting out a soft gasp as your back hit the wall. Despite how many times you had imagined this moment, nothing could compare to the real thing. It was passionate but gentle all the same, and the warmth that spread through your whole body was familiar — it was Zuko. 

Your mind was a jumbled mess. It was split a million different ways; one part suddenly very worried about how your hair looked, one hoping that Sokka and Aang couldn’t hear you, another that didn’t care, but most of them were just screaming about how oh my god you were kissing Zuko.

You knew your whole face was flushed when you finally pulled away, and the warmth of his lips lingered as the two of you stared at each other, breathing slightly labored. You tentatively reached out your hand and softly, carefully traced your finger over a part of his scar. He flinched at the contact instinctively, but you felt him relax and even lean into your touch. It meant more than you could ever say, especially knowing what you knew now. 

“You’re so beautiful,” you murmured, your touch impossibly soft against the cracked skin of his scar. “And you’re stronger than anyone knows. Than you know.” 

You kissed him again, shorter and sweeter than the first but just as tender, trying to memorize the feeling of his lips against yours as he returned it. You smiled at him and pushed your door open behind you, equal parts nervous and exhilarated about what just happened. “Goodnight, Zuko,” you whispered, shining eyes never leaving his until you closed the door.  

As soon as you were in your room you turned around and leaned against the door, smiling to yourself like an idiot. Your hand ghosted over your cheek, the spot where his hands had been, and you sighed dreamily. You had no idea how you were going to be able to finish studying. 

This was definitely more than a small crush. 

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[bnhavibes]

Y/n goes out on a late-night run to get out some nervous energy and ends up running longer than expected. Since their still not tired they decided to call their best friend Shinso to ask if they can come over for a bit. You can decide from there, thank you b.

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(NSFW) warning!

cussing, some heavy makeouts with descriptive characteristics

not actual penetration

but enough steam to keep it: moisy

College aged upUA! (so basically ua is a college lmao)

18+

this one is gonna be long since i pushed it off so far sorry bb😭

“Hey, you up?”

you: (typing) So I’ve been running for way longer than I thought, stuck thinking and overthinking about my life and I found myself by your apartment and wanted to stop by to get some advice? I know it’s pretty late but you’re always saying if you need me at 2am |

“Fuck, no, I can’t say that!” You growl in frustration before erasing the dumb text. Twiddling your thumbs above the screen as your hands laced the back of your device, you pace around, frantic about how you were gonna tell your old best friend that you were outside his apartment and desperately freezing. (it was like the middle of the night, and yet you were out in a crossed-back tank top, with a windbreaker and loose running shorts.

You and Shinsou have known each other for as long as you remember. You weren’t on good terms for a while; The first time he announced that he got his Quirk, you were out sick, and all of the kids in your class teased and picked on him. He essentially blamed you for not being there and defending him, but you guys didn’t see each other between the end of middle school and middle of high school. Now that you both go to UA, and are at the mercy of pros, you have to deal with working together for the sake of the citizens (even if you have bad blood between you). But you didn’t expect him to be so relieved when he saw you at school. And the two of you got along so well, it was like he was never even mad at you. He did bring it up, once, but he has only ever been nothing but kind to you when you started studying with him.

Then you started hanging out with him.

More and more.

More boundaries being pushed.

More times you’re together than not.

More things to study for? Hah, typical.

Then you’re having sleep overs.

Where you sleep in his bed.

...And he spoons you.

..........Weird.

‘Thats weird, right?’ You think to yourself the morning after. Nobody should be in the same bed with other people if they’re not together right? Shouldn’t it feel weird that you went to bed with another adult? That’s just your friend?

you: Are we just frien—

You stop yourself before even finishing that idiotic question, groaning in frustration. “What the hell do I say to him?” You tell your device more than yourself, at this point, just looking for answers.

New Message: Shinsou

Your eyes bulge out of your head and your hands almost drop your phone at the sudden vibration in your hand.

Shinsou: yeah, im just up doing dumb shit on my computer anyways

you: you mean like beating off? ewwww tmi Shinsou Hitoshi 🥴

Shinsou: fuck you (Y/f&l/N) 😂

Shinsou: if you want me to beat off before you get here, i can tho

you: i mean you’ll have enough time do it, i just so happen to be walking in to your apartment complex 😂😉

You giggle as you head up the stairs to his small student apartment, knowing the way all too well by memory.

Shinsou: wtf? 🤨 why were you all the way over here.

you: i couldn’t sleep, so i decided to go jogging

you: turns out i was drugged

you: kidnapped

you: and returned nearby because i kept annoying the shit out of the dudes

Shinsou: figures. 💀

Shinsou: i would’ve dropped you off at the loony bin tho

Shinsou: we’d probably both have to sign in tbh😂😂

you: 😒 come open the door ya punk.

The warm smell of freshly cooked— or reheated— pizza filled your nostrils as the door was opened for you. Stepping in and removing your shoes, you glance around to see if anyone else was over.

“Sorry, I know I said I would clean it.” He mumbles, thinking you were looking at the mess of a living area he made this morning. (because building forts is cool, okay?)

“No, you’re good,” You chuckle as you remove your jacket, “it IS your house anyways. Not like i can tell you what to do.”

A pregnant pause filled the air before you realized he had went and disappeared to his room and you were still by the door. Shaking your head at yourself, you follow him, building up courage to confront last night’s cuddle thing.

When you got to his room, however, he had laid out a towel on his bed and was looking through his closet. You dropped your shoes and looked around to seethat his shower was running, and there was the hair brush you lost on his desk (with a sticky note that said ‘Text (y/n) you found it. Reminder #251’). There was still rummaging behind you when you look at him in the reflection of his computer.

When he pulls out a shirt of his that you always compliment him in.

And a pair of exercise shorts that he hadn’t worn yet.

You blush when you realize he wants you to shower in his bathroom.

And then put his clothes on.

“Hit—Hitoshi-san?” You questioningly squeak, squeezing your eyes shut once you hear how cringey it sounded to be calling him by his last name again.

He notices the change, though, blinking softly at you with a shirt in hand. “I—... I just thought you, m-maybe wanted to shower. Cause you’re sweaty and stuff. Plus you might be able to fall asleep better.” He defended himself, putting his hands up.

“N-No, I know, I just...” You face him, avoiding his gaze. “I have to.. um...” You couldn’t do it. You were backing out.

“Tell me, what’s on your mind? I’m here if you need to talk.” He says, trying to catch your eyes as he steps toward you.

“Hito-sssh-hitt. Ugh! Why is it so hard to tell you!?” You curse your tongue for letting you sputter so embarrassingly in front of your best friend. You pace toward Shinsou, but turn back, groaning as you face palm repeatedly.

“You’re acting weird, (Y/N). Since when were you calling me by my last name, you know you can call me pretty much anything else. I swear if you say some dumb shit about another prank I’m gonna—

“Are we just friends or what?” You spat, slapping a hand over your mouth as soon as the words slipped out.

“What?”

The look on his face was so.... precious?

His eyes widened a little, mouth agape with loss, and shoulders cringing a bit at his sudden nerves. You removed your hand slowly but turned it into a fist as quick as it landed at your side.

“Y-You heard me. Are we just friends or, is there m-more... between us..” You trailed off, not noticing how close you’d gotten yourself when he was talking to you.

“More?” He asked, his voice seeming to be hung on to a thin string of hope. He inhales sharply before speaking softly:

“I— I thought... Well, to be honest these last few months with you have been awesome b—

“—But you don’t have feelings for me right?” You interrupted him, looking up into (what felt like to him) his soul.

So it was just you? You started to leave, his hesitation enough of an answer for you.

“No, I- Hey, wait!” He was confused, the poor boy, as to how you took his words. “I didn’t mean it like that.”

“It’s okay, Hitoshi-san.” You say, smiling back at him with a hand on his bedroom door knob.

“S-Seriously! I— Uhm..” He stopped you from opening the door with his hand over yours, pushing the door closed all together when he tripped over a loose shoe and against your body.

You gasp at the sudden fall, but can’t help but worry about him.

“Are you okay?” You ask, helping him stand up straight. “Sorry about the shoe— Mmmph?”

He kissed you so softly, you’d think it was a ghost. His hands cupped around your head, fingers laced through your hair as they almost support your movements. Instinctively you’re kissing him back, letting his body tower over yours and press you harder against the wall. His lips were like soft pillows, and his tongue flicked at your lips, teeth, and tongue so well that you couldn’t help but pull him in closer and closer; the longsleeved sweatshirt he had on was bunching up from your grasps, and you could feel his skin just barely grazing your own. You’re subconsciously tracing designs on his sides with your fingers, slowly running them along the hem as it lifts up when the feeling of heat in your stomach (and face) brings you back to your realitive plain of existence.

You’re currently making out with your best friend.

And you can feel how much he likes it.

“Sh-Shinsou, I—I’m sweaty.” You say, pushing him back a little.

He raises an eyebrow at you. (is that really gonna stop him? shusoskfkdjd)

Then he’s back on your lips, picking your legs off the ground and pulling them around his hips; pressing you back into the wall and grinding himself so deliciously against you. Soft moans escape your lips as his own travel to your neck, hands creeping up your shirt this time. Instead of touching you, however, he only lightly grazes your skin with the lads of his fingers up your torso until hes able to lift your shirt off (with help from you of course). Once it’s off, he’s back at your neck, leaving sloppy kisses before grabbing you by the ass and walking to his bathroom.

He set you down on the sink counter, ridding himself of his shirt and lowering himself down to his knees; His hands at your hips, fingers teasingly looping the elastic waistband of your shorts. He looks up at you with those eyes— The ones that ignite the flame in your core, those piercing, desperate eyes. He’s leaning his head into your thigh as he looks up at you, a smile smirk shows that your reaction to his wherebouts must be entertaining to him. You can feel your core tremble as he lays kisses on your legs, occasionally taking a nice long drag of his tongue along the sensitive skin of your inner thighs and stopping at the hem of your shorts. Letting a tiny gasp slip, you place your hands on his to stop him. He looks up at you for a second, but his worries wash away when he sees your hardened nipples and flush skin.

“You look so cute like this.” His voice breaks the tension in the air before he kisses your thighs again. “So flustered and confused.” He bites down gently on your skin, causing you to stifle a moan. He sucks slowly, his teeth just grazing you enough to leave a mark, but not enough to make it hurt. You gasp when his head moves to your centre, the heat of his exhales sending chills up your spine.

“You’re just... so naughty, aren’t you (Y/N)?” He whispers onto the thin cloth before laying his head back down on your leg, pulling your shorts down painfully slow. “You’re absolutely soaked, huh? I can smell you from here.” He looks at you, cueing you to lift your legs up, pulling your shorts off completely before returning to his position between your legs.

“No panties, huh?” He chuckles, scooting you to the edge of the counter by your hips. “You’re so god damn beautiful.” He whispers on your lips, your mouth just slacked enough for him to take advantage of, slipping his tongue straight past your teeth and directly brushing against your tongue. You feel yourself pooling over the counter, soaking against his boxers when he starts to take them off.

“Tell me what you wanna do.” He says against your collarbone, fingers still looped around the edges of his boxers.

“I, I need to sh-shower.” You squeak.

“You’re so fucking cute,” He says after chuckling. “I meant me, kitten, now do you want me or not?”

“Y-Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“I — I want you, Shinsou. I want all of you.”

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep, (Y/N).”

“I’m not, I promise— but, ugh, can you just fuck me already?”

The boldness of your words cracks a shit eating grin you only knew from that class 1-A asshat onto Shinsou’s face.

“Get in the fucking shower then.”

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Why Stay?

Act II, Part One

Twenty-Seven   {Masterlist}   Part Two

Chapter Word Count: 1,652

Trigger Warnings: Anxiety mentioned, yelling, talk about bones breaking, insults

Please tell me if I need to tag anything else :)

*Also, I’m planning on having this story as a slow burn, so please be prepared :)

Prompts: “Do I look like I give a fuck?”, “I don’t know what I’m feeling, but I’m feeling a lot of  it.”, and “Not to dictate your life, but drop your shitty friends.”

A/N: It’s been a bit, but I’m glad I have a system for this stuff now! Lmao this story is gonna have you guys dying, but I hope you like it nonetheless. 

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You woke up on Saturday morning, a headache forming as you tried to remember what you’d dreamed.

“Whatever,” you mumbled, getting up and stumbling around in the dark until you got into the dark hallway.

Jesus, what time is it? You wondered, looking around at how dark it was. You looked at your smartwatch (something Katie had left in your room for Christmas), sighing as it read 1:22 am because you knew there was no chance you would be able to go back to sleep now.

Okay… you took a deep breath, I guess today is just going to be a lot longer than planned.

And indeed it would.

Now, you didn’t really think the day was long…. Until Micheal called a “family meeting”, which really just meant y’all had to sit in a room and listen to him before discussing a topic he’d introduced. (The last topic you’d witnessed was furries and kinks because he wanted to see Steven die a little on the inside. (You all know he’s a kinky bastard at heart))

You sighed, wondering how long this one would take because you’d been getting ready to try and sleep again. However, you were intrigued to find he was holding a meeting in one of the kitchen rooms, which was just a room with a huge ass table that could fit the whole family. (So this would be the equivalent to a normal family’s kitchen table.)

You sighed and made your way up there, making sure to be the last person in the room so you could sit next to Micheal, letting Maverick take the right side, while you sat on his left.

“Okay, so I know it hasn’t been that long since Y/n’s been back,” Micheal gave a little eye roll, “Buut, I also don’t care.” he shrugged, holding a hand around his torso in a way you found particularly interesting.

“So, due to my inability to give a shit, and my abundant need to call family meetings, I decided to quell my raging curiosity,” Micheal smirked a little, clearing his throat and demolishing all visible joy as quickly as it came. He then proceeded to open his jacket, extract a familiar folder from under his shirt, and toss it far onto the table, where it flew open and spread its’ contents out for everyone to see.

“So,” Micheal looked at you, his contact lenses red because he was into that, “Care to tell me what this is?”

You had no doubt in your mind that he had already read it, and been furious about it. This told you he already knows everything in that folder by heart, and he was ready to both defend you, and rip the team a new one, which was something you actually found refreshing.

“It’s a file of the information I gathered to quell my own curiosity, actually.” You mused, sitting back and letting your feet sit up on the table. Your chair tipped a bit, but you didn’t mind it much.

Clint was doing the same things, actually. You had a small leaning competition as the conversation continued.

“What were you curious about?” He asked, already knowing the answer.

You smirked, taking a break from you small competition as you sat upright again, “I thought you had powers, actually, and no one gave me the answers I needed to make a proper conclusion.” You shrugged, “So I looked into it myself and got kicked out of the Teen Titans.”

Steve glared at you, “Nobody kicked you out, Y/n. You left because you didn’t want to face the consequences of your actions.”

You chuckled, “Sorry, I didn’t know getting my jaw broken by your shield in a world I made just for you was an invitation to stay and continue to be an Avenger…” You looked up quizzically, “Come to think of it, accusing me of killing people behind your back because I’m an apparent rage monster also didn’t seem like a part of the welcome wagon-- wow, Steve, if you’re so good with etiquette and I’m so bad with it, you should probably teach me-- oh wait, you did, didn’t you? After I’d just gotten here? I’m sorry I failed as a student. It’s just so--”

“Y/n, that’s enough.” Rhodey deadpanned, glaring at you from next to an already peeved Tony. Guess they didn’t get much sleep either. “We’re all happy to have you back, trust me.”

Clint laughed, “Wow, Rhodey, that’s rich!” he sat up, arms softly landing at the table as he looked at the Iron Patriot, “You really wanna go down that route? The whole: yeah, we’re happy to see you again, even though we literally accused you of being a psycho killer last time we talked, but hey! It’s all good now, right? Cause Jesus Christ dude!” Clint laughed, “She literally ran around the fucking w o r l d so she could get a break from our fugly mugs. So I say we give her one. There’s no need to drag this on, Steve.  Little girls wouldn’t be leaving Christmas presents in her room if she was a horrible person.” Clint rolled his eyes, already done with the conversation that’d just started.

“Barton, we’re trying to--” Vision started

“Don’t give me that logical bullshit cause that’s not happening right now. You, Vision, can logic your way into and out of this, but them? Yeah, no. They don’t have the goals you do, and it’s fucking time you realize how biased they are.”

“Okay, but my husband was literally the Winter Soldier.” Steve deadpanned.

Clint gave him the weirdest smile, “And he had a type of microsurgery done on him that was very painful and unsafe to get HYDRA out of his head.” his smile dropped, “We fucking been knowing about your husband, Steve. The thing is, no one cares anymore because he took care of that problem as a consenting adult.”

“I don't need a surgery.” You gave the people at the table a weird look, wondering if the kids should’ve been invited to this conversation. You felt a small finger tap your lower shoulder. You flinched, but calmed down when you saw Katie.

She motioned for you to come closer, so you leaned down to her level.

“Can I sit in your lap?” She whispered, lifting her arms up so you could lift her.

You chuckled, “Of course, my smol bean.” you replied, gently grabbing her under her armpits and lifting her into your lap, where you’d crossed your legs so she’d be comfortable. You looked over to see Chloe itching at her arms. She’s getting anxious.

“Okay but guys,” Micheal’s voice somehow transpiring over everyone else’s with great intensity. “You’re failing to answer my question.” He looked down at you, as if knowing something you should know too. (Really you thought of it as only half of “sharing a knowing look”)

You just shake your head, nothing coming to mind for now. He also shook his head, disappointed in you for some reason.

Micheal turned to the rest of the adults, looking peeved as per usual.

“Why. Didn’t. You. Tell. Me?” He asked, changing the question to better their ability to answer.

Everyone was quiet. The less everyone spoke, the more upset you got with their inability to take responsibility for their forgivable mistakes. You understood the fact that it was a hard thing to do sometimes, but this was getting fucking ridiculous.

“Okay, I get that this is hard for you but honestly grow the fuck up.” you snapped, your eyes rolling as you moved Katie over a little bit. It’s not like you needed to be screaming in her ear-- she didn’t do anything wrong and was too cute for that anyway.

“Y/n there’s more to this than--” Stephen started, but the excuses were honestly too annoying to listen to again.

“That I obviously know about cause I’m a stupid teenager.” You angrily sighed, “So I’ve heard. However, I’ll also say that we can’t do shit about the other things at hand if you’ve never bothered to-- I dunno-- talk about them?” You huffed, your knee bouncing as you try to maintain your composure. Katie is looking more anxious by the minute.

“Y/n, will you be okay?” Katie asked.

You gave her a sorrowful look. You were almost mad at Micheal for bringing her and Chloe into this.

“Yeah, I’ll be okay sweet pea,” you assure her, sounding sweeter than honey on top of Turkish delight.

Your gaze returned to the conversation at hand, which had actually gotten really heated within the couple of seconds you’d left for. Okay then.

“I don’t have to explain myself to an overgrown lab rat.” Stephen snapped, pointing at Pietro from his place at the table.

You stood up, Katie in your arms for only a moment before you quickly set her down. “Stephen, we don’t need to turn this into a fight.” You cautioned, your eyes starring the Master of The Mystic Arts with a flash of anger.

“She’s right, Stephen.” Tony was also standing, looking at Strange with quite the opposite look. You hadn’t seen Tony look that concerned for someone in a while.

The air was tense. Having so many emotions in one room was bound to create trouble, but the type of trouble was a mystery to everyone, causing a subtle fear that only stirred the pot more.

“Stephen, what kind of trouble are you talking about?” Steve jumped in, also standing.

You were surprised by his random aid to your side of the argument, but you decided that it was the least of your worries right now. Your hand gently squeezed Katie’s, momentarily reassuring her after hearing her softly whimper.

Stephen glared at Steve, as if wondering if he should answer him honestly, or tell him to shut the fuck up because he’s been nothing but unhelpful this entire time.

Well, you were screwed.  

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15. Who in the Hell Left the Gate Open?

Pushing out chapters pretty quickly. Finna go to sleep. Hope to wake up to feedback. I know Jasper’s been a little bit infuriating the last couple of chapters, but he is my baby and I will defend him. Mistakes were mad and in the words of @chenoahchantel “I’m mad at everybody”  Lmao. Enjoy or be enraged. Idk...

Who in the Hell Left the Gate Open?

“Do you remember when you told me that you would never take me for granted?” Charlotte asked, early into sophomore year. 

Jasper was on the couch in his dorm, editing a video and gave her a weird glance before asking, “Do you feel like I’ve taken you for granted?”

She folded her arms and shook her head, speaking angrily through her teeth, “Do not do that. If I ask you a question, I expect your answer. Don’t ask me a question back. Answer MY question before you go posing questions of your own!”

Jasper’s eyes went wide and he set his laptop aside, now sure that he was in trouble for something and guilty that he’d obviously upset her. “I’m sorry,” he said, getting up and coming over to her. He rubbed her arms, to try to comfort her, “Of course I remember. That was our first time. It was magical. All I wanted to do was make you happy and give you the world. I said more than that. I said that I would never hurt you, take advantage of you, or take you for granted, and I meant that. If I’ve mistakenly done any of that, that’s the part that I didn’t mean… Are you okay?”

Her eyes were damp and he was trying not to panic, but he had never seen this look in them before, so he didn’t know what that meant. Then, he was worried because he usually always knew what Charlotte’s looks meant, even down to the smallest curves up her lips, up or down, he knew when it was disdain, disgust, desire or delight. “I’ve made a terrible mistake,” she said, shaking her head. “I made a decision to give so much of my heart to you that I didn’t think of how much I needed for myself. You were dealt a bad hand and I’ve done everything that I can to convince you that I love you, anyway, even if you thought that nobody else did. I wanted you to be happy, so I’ve tried to make you happy, and I miscalculated what would do that. I thought that because praise seems to be your love language that I alone could compliment you and you’d feel amazing and you’d love me for that…” Her voice was breaking and so was his heart. Why did she sound like that? What was she saying?

“I do, so, SO much…”

“Let me!”She finally unfolded her arms, to raise a finger to stop him from begging her not to do this… what it sounded like she was about to do to him… “You needed so much validation, and for years, the people you cared about didn’t regularly grant you that and I knew, I knew, that I was one of these guilty parties that didn’t build you up. I wanted to try to rectify that…” She wiped a tear with the back of her hand, “I wanted to be loving to you and whenever you became this larger than life presence, I tried not to be jealous and I tried not to dampen things for you. You deserved the attention. You deserve that kind of love, you know?” Her face was distorted in pain. Jasper covered his own with both of his hands. He couldn’t think right now. His head was throbbing and his eyes were burning. What the fuck had he done to upset her this much? She looked like she was going to collapse and he knew that somehow, this was his fault. She was saying it was hers, but that couldn’t be right. She was just trying to be kind to him again. He’d fucked up and she was about to dump him for it… “Whenever you blew up on Henry a few months ago…” He looked up at her again. If this had anything to do with Henry, he was going to put his fist through a wall. “I probably should have come after you. Maybe I triggered a defense mechanism or, or  SOMETHING!” Her hands tried to clench the air in front of her, hoping to pluck the words for the feelings that were tearing her apart. “But, after that night, it went even darker. I’d come into a room and you’d be there, and it used to be that even if the room was full, we were the only people there. The room was always full… But I was the only person there. I made a mistake. I pushed you away, I guess? I just… I can’t be in a room with you and be alone. I hate it. I hate looking at you and seeing how happy everyone makes you and not knowing how to be a part of that anymore.” She clasped her hands together and shrugged her shoulders, “I thought of the two of us that I was the stronger one, because I’d had a stronger foundation. I thought I could handle these changes. But, now I have to be strong enough to let you know that I have to feel loved too, and I don’t have fans or friends here… So, it’s up to me, and I think it’s best that I figure this out and give you the space to grow into this supernova that I see in front of me…”

Jasper clenched his fists, his entire body shaking and turned a bright red color as he nodded his head and lied, "I want you to do whatever you think is best for you." She nodded, wishing deep down that he had fought her on it, a little bit more, but trying to tell herself that the mature thing to do was accept how much he was trying to make this easier on her. He looked like a different person. She could hardly recognize him as he tried to collect himself. But, when she made it to the door and moved to open it, he reflexively stopped her.

He shut it with his foot, placed his shaking hands together like a prayer and begged her in a whisper, "Please don't do this." 

"Jasper."

"I'm sorry. I tried to just let you walk away, but I'm begging you not to. I know that I never even deserved you in the first place and I should just be grateful that you ever saw anything in me, but… don't you love me? Didn't I at least earn that in all this time?"

"You know the answer to that."

"Can I show you something? Let me go get it. Please. And if it doesn't matter, I'll get out of your way forever and let you live your life without me."

"I'm not doing anything on a whim, Jasper. I've thought about this. I've tortured myself with making this decision. I didn't make it lightly."

"Please, Dear God - just a couple of minutes!"

"Okay. But whatever you have doesn't change what I've told you."

He rushed to get a small locking journal and opened it with a key on his keychain of keys. "I have a crappy laptop and I'm always breaking my phone, so I put this on paper, to make sure that I don't lose the information." He showed her a page, "It's my life goals. I started this whenever we got together." He flipped some pages for her. "It's so that I could try to be the man that I thought that you'd want and need me to be for you." She looked at it and read in handwriting that she knew very well from years of Robin’s Telling, Interesting ways to make Charlotte feel beautiful, that she’ll appreciate. And it was numbered and in the margins, he had checks and X’s, because obviously, some things had worked and some hadn’t. He was pretty hit or miss with ideas, but just the fact that he’d been doing this when she was thinking that he wasn’t paying any attention to her..."I just need you to tell me that you still love me and I didn't fuck this up."

"I will always love you. And you didn't fuck this up.." She honestly said. That only made her feel worse.  WHY couldn’t she just be the strong person that she wanted to be? Why did she need his validation so much, suddenly? Was it her jealousy or had he really been neglecting her?

"I know I'm not meeting your standards. I know I'm not perfect and I know that even if I did everything in here, I still may never be good enough, but… I just have to know… don't you even think that maybe I'm worth trying to work it out with?" 

She was crying now, reading: Make sure to do whatever I have to to make Charlotte feel like I love her with all my heart, everyday. She nodded. "Yeah, you're worth trying to work it out with." She said and dropped her bag onto the floor. 

"You… does that mean you're staying?" He asked, apprehensive, trembling uncontrollably. Too scared to get excited without her approval. She nodded. She couldn't form words. Jasper dropped his journal to scoop her up into a hug and hold her closely to himself. He was still shaking in terror. She was sobbing against his chest. "I'll do better. I'll be better. I promise. I don't care what it takes."  

… Perhaps… A little rewind is in order?

FRESHMAN SUMMER

Jasper changed shifts at the home improvement shop to a full time, daytime summer gig, so that he had his evenings free for practices, parties and the parlour. Charlotte was in class during the day, and on Tuesday and Thursday evenings, so they had plenty of time together. It was going fine, good even at times. She thought that maybe they had gotten over the hiccup with Henry and that whole mess, but even though he said that he texted Henry and apologized and that they were “fine,” she knew that they weren’t good, because they weren’t talking. Whenever Henry visited, Jasper would always invite Casper along, like he needed someone else there to have fun with… which made it feel like an awkward double date. Awkward because Henry and Jasper were supposed to be best friends and Charlotte was supposed to be Jasper’s girlfriend! Henry didn’t want to bring it up since he and Jasper “were fine,” so whenever the four of them crashed at the frat house, Charlotte insisted that she and Jasper slept in his room alone and that the other two went and found an empty room or they could fight over the couch. She and Jasper went to bed, Casper crashed on the couch and Henry pulled into the bed on the other side of Jasper. Jasper didn’t have a problem with it. He was between them and it was fine. 

But, Casper was sprawled on the couch, topless with boxers on and Charlotte felt taken aback that she was that comfortable. “How often does she go around topless around you?” She squealed, before Henry and Casper could even leave the room good. 

“I don’t know. It’s a regular thing for her. She does that wherever. She’s been spoken to by the league for it on multiple occasions.” Charlotte was even angrier that Jasper wasn’t taking her frustrations about this seriously, but felt like he really did seem oblivious as to why it was a problem for her.

“I don’t care if she walks into CLASS like that, she’s NOT allowed to do it in here. In fact, I don’t even feel comfortable with you hanging out with her in here by yourselves now. Does she play video games like that?” 

“I think you’re…”

“I’d you say overreacting, my reaction will be to punch you right in the nutsack!”

“God!” He said, cuffing his jewels, “I was gonna say misinterpreting…” Charlotte went on screaming and losing her mind with Jasper trying to talk her down up until he must’ve succeeded, because Henry and Casper heard them… making up… 

Casper smiled and fist pumped the air, “My nigga Big Dog!” She said.

Henry gasped clutched his shirt. “You… SAY that?” He asked.

She laughed and shook her head, “Please don’t tell me that you’re gonna go off on a tangent about how I can’t say that around you, because I’ve already heard that from him and you can just say ditto.”

“You ABSOLUTELY can’t say that around me!” Henry said, disgusted. “How dare you!” She laughed, unsure if he was serious. He positively was.

“Look, I grew up around nothing but Black people and I have them in my family and stuff. It’s not a big deal to any of them…”

“I’m not them. You’d better be glad that Jasper didn’t tell Charlotte you’ve said that around him. And honestly… I can’t believe he still hangs out with you!” 

“He knows that I didn’t mean it like that, and I’ve never repeated it since he was so damn offended, like you’re acting like now.” she rolled her eyes.

“What are you like the girl variant of fuckboy?”

“Wouldn’t that just be fuckgirl?” She wondered.

“I guess you would know. That’s clearly your tribe.”

She shrugged, “Like your tribe is Team Abandon Jasper?” 

Now… Henry wasn’t the type to hit a girl, but he was ready to punch this one right between the eyes. She was a tall, athletic type with tone muscles and a flat chest. She almost coul;d pass for a boy. He really should probably talk himself out of socking her in the nose. Charlotte came out of Jasper’s room all happy looking, glared at Casper and asked, “Why are you still here?”

“My shoes are in there, Chica,” She said and went inside. 

“What, you grew up around a bunch of Latinx people too?” Henry called out. Whenever she was getting her shoes, Henry whispered, “She said the N word to me!” Charlotte gasped and turned around, ready to pounce on her. 

Jasper stopped her and said, “Let her go.”

“Let her go? Henry said she said the N word, I should be letting her have it. YOU should be letting her have it!”

“She didn’t mean it like that,” Jasper said. Henry scratched the back of his neck. “Her Black people let her say that around them like affectionately, and she forgets that not everyone is okay with that. It’s not like that guy that accosted you that time.”

“Unfuckingbelievable,” Charlotte said. “You just pulled your penis out of me and had best believed, you won’t be doing that any time soon!” She looked furious, gathering her things. She was madder about that than the tittygate from before. “And just so YOU know, from now on, the Black people get to decide if it’s okay and my Black ass says NO. NEVER. I don’t give a damn what her shucking jiving ass friends said. And if I see her around here, it’s going down. And if I see her with you outside of a game or practice, you can just take your dick to her.” 

She stormed off and Jasper asked Henry, “Did you do that on purpose?”

“I didn’t do anything.”

“Why would you tell her that? You know that Casper didn’t mean it like that.”

“Man, fuck Casper. She’s trash.”

“I’m a trash magnet,” Jasper said and shook his head, chasing after Charlotte. “Char! Char, please!” He caught her from behind in an embrace and she honestly couldn’t fathom what he thought that he was going to say to fix that. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you or make it seem like I didn’t think this was serious. Honestly, whenever I heard her say that, I blew up. I cussed her out, I threatened her. I lost it. Okay? It felt wrong, and I reacted. But, then she and everybody else started explaining to me that I was overreacting, so I believed them. I didn’t think that all of them were wrong and I was somehow right…”

“Who is everybody else?” She asked.

“The team.”

“So, all of those white dudes that you spend hours and hours with convinced you that it was okay for her to say something that you know people have called me to make me cry? And you didn’t think to ask me? Or mention it to me?”

“I thought that bringing it up to you would hurt you for no reason. She’d never say that to you, knowing how I feel about it.”

“You are still missing the point… Jasper… Don’t you want kids with me? You think I’d make kids with somebody trying to explain to me why a word weaponized against me, against them isn’t that bad because she said it in a certain way?”

“No. This is all really making me realize I am an idiot and it’ll never happen again.”

“Funny, because I remember you pledging that you would never allow that. Henry jumped to my defense. You tried to talk both of us down. What is wrong with you? It’s literally a slur. You’re supposed to love me.”

“I’ll… go kick her in the cooter if I have to, to prove myself.” The damage was done. That was two huge violations in one day, but he did stop hanging out with Casper and that took a huge load off of Charlotte. Casper tried to apologize to her multiple times, but she didn’t bother with her. She blocked her and put her hand between the two of them whenever she saw her around. She stopped attending practices and games, if they really felt that way about that word, she didn’t have any energy for them. Jasper stopped playing kite discs, too. He said that it didn’t feel the same knowing Charlotte’s take on using the word period. At least he was trying, she told herself. And white people often “get confused” about what was inappropriate. She sent him a post of Get Woke Quick ebooks and told him, “If you ever make a mistake like that again, I refuse to overlook it. He nodded solemnly and was reading all of the books by social justice activists and advocates about racism and antiBlackness in his free time. He started going to the campus events for movement meetings and stuff, which were actually on Charlotte’s campus. She was in the Black Students Union, but it was extremely small and composed mostly of biracial Black people, because there was more of them in the area than all Black, and whenever he was going to meetings for rallies and stuff, he got really cool with some of the people that she introduced him to from the BSU… and a few of them asked him if he’d like to be their token white boy for their radio show. He asked Charlotte if that was okay. She was fine with it. 

The next month of summer was awesome. She forgot to some degree the stuff that she had been rightfully pissed about and wondered about the things that she had been irritated by. Whenever she wasn’t around so much and he was back into classes and busy and whatever else, was he gonna still be cuffing her closely in big crowds? Was he going to notice when she came into a room? She felt like she was punishing him for stuff that she never told him about if she’d attack him now, or stuff that he hadn’t done yet, if the semesters were gonna be that way. So, she tried to enjoy the month and enjoy her man.

Sex was good again. She found that it was amazing whenever she wasn’t troubled or worrying or feeling ignored, and Jasper was fueled by her desire. She’d gotten more aware of what she liked and wanted and more comfortable with telling him. He loved directions. It for one thing assured him that she would like what he was doing and for another, even though she was just telling him what she wanted, hearing her say these things turned him on. 

SOPHOMORE YEAR

Shortly after the semester began, while they were “doing great,” something else happened. They were getting ready to get down to business and Charlotte was practically begging him for it, whimpering and rubbing against him and pouting for him to hurry up and get started. Jasper went into his little nightstand and reached around, sighed and said, “Okay… I’ve gotta go snag a condom.” 

She was so busy pouting that the statement almost was lost on her as he scrambled to get up, but she sat up too and tilted her head, “We’re out?” She asked.

“Yeah,” he said, zipping his jeans up to leave the room.

“Wait. Why are we out?” She asked and a huge flood of fear and insecurity from the previous semester came flushing over her and her breathing caught. “Did you use them?” 

“What? No! The guys come in and take them because they know that I always have them because I have the steady girlfriend…” He looked at her like he couldn’t believe that she would ask him that and now that he thought about it, he was deeply hurt. “Why would I use them if you aren’t there?”

She was thinking about topless Casper and a number of other girls’ faces that she knew specifically from getting much to close to him and being much to flirtatious and him being much too cool about it. She shrugged and he sat back down. “You think I’d cheat on you?”

“I don’t know Jasper. You let girls lay around topless in here and say the most hateful slur in the world, so I really don’t know if you’re ABOVE cheating. Maybe you did something and “didn’t mean it like that.” 

He looked like she had punched him in the gut. “I thought you’d forgiven me for that gross misunderstanding on my part, and I never knew that letting a lesbian be topless was a big deal, especially since she does it in all kinds of places.” Lesbian? So, Casper was a lesbian now? Suddenly? He’d never said that before! “Are you ever gonna forgive me for that, or do I have to bleed again anytime you strike me with it because of an unrelated coincidence?”

“I guess I’ll have to think about that,” she said and got up to leave.

“You’re gonna leave like that?” he asked.

“You have something else to say?”

He shook his head, sadly, “Just that I’ve never cheated on you and I never would. I think about being with you any time that I’m not and I haven’t seen anyone nearly as pretty since I first noticed you. The way you make me feel, I don’t think I would ever be able to feel that anywhere else and I wouldn’t risk it all for even the possibility, because if it wasn’t with you, it wouldn’t matter…” He laid down, looking all depressed and she felt bad. She went to comfort him and they wound up making up… bare… but she mentioned that she’d simply stop by the clinic for a morning after pill, which to Jasper meant that he could go crazy. And it was the most mind altering thing that had happened between them, thus far. 

He was extremely excited, but she didn’t know if that was because it was makeup, or because it was raw. But, he mentioned several times how good she felt and laughed about the idea of him ever wanting anybody else when his Chef’s Kiss had gotten sweeter and juicier all summer. Her head was reeling. She was floating. She was high. Wrapped around him, nothing between them, hearing those declarations, she felt like everything that he was telling her that she was. 

But, whenever they got back around other people… She felt like… not even he was there. Which led us to that blow up where she almost broke up with him. Almost.

.

That was a real come to Jesus moment for Jasper. He started wrestling and boxing, to try to supplement his athletics, and for a while, he didn’t touch Charlotte… not like that, anyway, unless she seemed like she felt rejected, then he quickly tried to make up for it by loving her down in all the ways he knew that she loved. But, he was more focused on rebuilding their intimacy and regaining her trust. For a while, he felt like he was walking on eggshells, because he really didn’t know exactly where he went wrong the first time and he was scared of somehow winding up on the wrong path again. The path that might lead to her crying as she broke his heart, for her own good. He had nightmares about that talk. He had nightmares that he woke up from and cradled her close, having imagined that it really happened.

He couldn’t stomach the thought of messing this up and her leaving him. He couldn’t handle losing her. He would have given up every bit of fanfare and whatnot if all he had was her and he didn’t know how to make her see that. Then again, he had been constantly wondering for all of his life who he was and who he was supposed to be. He wondered if his dad had stuck around, if his mom hadn’t remarried so much, if she’d loved him like Charlotte’s parents loved her, would this be so hard?

He was used to being ignored for a long time, but it still hurt whenever he was. That was why whenever Henry and Charlotte were both working, even though he had other friends, he called them over and over, just wishing and hoping that one of them would love him enough to just reach out and let him know that he still mattered, that he hadn’t lost his people. More than the idea of Charlotte leaving him and him losing her, he was haunted by the fact that he made her feel that sadness of being alone… of not having your people let you know that you mattered. That made him cry when she wasn’t looking. He didn’t want her to see him crying, because she’d try to comfort him and how dare he let her comfort him for being upset about hurting her?

Being the center of attention was like a drug to him. Having so many people to enjoy him, even if they didn’t really care was exhilarating. But… it wasn’t like being Charlotte’s little spoon while she ran her fingers through his hair for the hands down best sleep that he could ever have, her little legs wrapped around him and her supple feet brushing the hairs on his legs. The crowds couldn’t compare to that ‘boozy mahogany flush” of her face whenever he kissed her behind her ear and the baby hairs on her neck shifted ever so slightly and the tingle sent shivers through her and forced her to smile that smile that brought the sunrise to shame. That she thought that she didn’t belong in his world anymore, not knowing that she was his world was… it had to be a failure on his part and he couldn’t stand for it. The fact that he’d missed it, in his reveling in attention was frightening, and he wanted to place a fraction of blame on Charlotte for not telling him sooner, but, he was too afraid that things were too volatile for that conversation. He did ask her gently, though, “Do you think if I ever seem to be making you feel some kind of way, that you could tell me and let me try to fix it?”

This sounded familiar. He’d asked this of her before, in high school after she’d run to Piper with her rants. But, they had been through a lot and she had felt like she was actually ripping her heart out of her chest when she was considering ending things, so this time she said, “I promise that I will.”

“Will you… If I go to meet up with my dad, will you come with me?” He asked. She looked surprised. He explained, “I know my mom’s side of things, but I also know the kinds of behaviors and habits that came from her and how we interacted. I just… want to see if seeing him could help me figure myself out.” 

Charlotte felt super guilty. Like she had broken Jasper, or something. He was so… timid in those days. “Yeah. Of course. And Jasper… You don’t have to be scared to be yourself. I just wanted our growth to be together, and I felt like you’d outgrown me. I was scared, but you don’t have to be. I’m not gonna leave again without giving you a chance to fix it… if anything goes wrong again. I just… wanted to feel like that girl who was up before sunrise making breakfast for a boy because he was the sweetest, more caring boy that she ever knew.”

“And I just wanna be that boy, but you know, in man form. Maybe I should grow my mustache back.”

“I will kill you,” she said. 

He laughed. “Why are you such a hater? Everybody loved it except for you. It was unanimous. Piper loved it and she hates everything.”

“It’s your face. Grow whatever you want.”

“Is it gonna affect how you look at me?”

“I’m gonna look at you like you have a big stupid mustache on your face, just like I did last time.” He laughed and she shook her head, “Either commit to growing a beard or shut up!”

“Oh, you want me to grow a beard?”

“I mean… I wouldn’t be against it. I’d have to see how that fares with the whole, your face spending time in between my legs thing.”

“I would like to see my face spending time between your legs again, just… you know, just ‘cause.”

“You just stopped! I thought I’d given you performance anxiety and didn’t want to put any pressure on you.”

“I feel extremely relaxed right now,” he said, shifting her legs and living for the smile of anticipation on her face. They were good again. They had some hiccups, some missteps, hell, even a trainwreck, but patching things up was even more fulfilling than the days that they thought they wanted to return to - when they weren’t sure of themselves or each other and bumbling through trial and error to reach something that it took a lot of work from both of them to have. At the end of the day, if anybody could analyze and understand someone/something, it was Charlotte Page, and at his core, he desperately wanted someone to understand him.

.

Charlotte’s last visit to Swellview, Jasper came along, to go see his mom. He hadn’t seen her in person for over a year and she was guilt tripping him about it, but he clarified for her that he was gonna be staying at the Pages but would stop by to see her. He didn’t stay very long. He tried to at least give her a few hours. Being away from her had made being in her presence again a supremely unsettling feeling. Charlotte told him that he probably finally knew how she felt around her. “How is Charlotte?” his mom asked.

“She’s good,” Jasper said.

“Everything’s okay?”

“Yeah. Everything is awesome. We’re better than we’ve ever been,” he said. She made a face, like it was surprising. He tried not to get angry about that and instead took the time to brag about her. “She started an initiative to preserve land to cultivate for community gardens in food desserts. My frat prides itself on being sure to have at least one member of every sports team in the school, so I was able to convince them to get their teams involved in efforts to assist with those.” He didn’t add on how long she loved him down for that accomplishment, but nearly every brother in the house commented on how they were both extra loud the previous night and reminded them that some of them had classes in the morning. Jasper had transported back to that night and morning. Charlotte and his sex life was good, but whenever he accomplished something or made her proud, he found that was a major turn on for her, SO… guess wtf he was constantly trying to do? Outdo himself, that’s what. 

He still had a lot of outside attention and “fans,” but if Charlotte was there, he had her right by him, so she wouldn’t be lost in the crowd or feel left out, often cuffed to him, but if not, ever so often, he’d smile at her and kiss her on the nose, or behind the ear, or caress the back of her neck. Those were things that made her weak, so if he casually sprinkled her with them all night, it was as intimate as if nobody had been there. She felt included and she felt loved and he still had the chance to kick it with his bros… he created some boundaries with his lady friends. Some of them would get pissy about it, but most were just as infatuated with his relationship as they were with him as a person. They wanted somebody LIKE him, not him, because if he could be taken away from his adorable long term girlfriend, they didn’t really want somebody like him, anyway…

“What are you thinking about?” His mom broke into his thoughts.

“How much I love Charlotte.” She rolled her eyes and he narrowed his. “What are you thinking about?”

“How your father told me that you found him online and want to meet up with him,” she said. He froze. “Were you gonna tell me?”

“No. I didn’t think it was your business.”

“How not, Jasper?”

“Because, I’m grown.”

“Well, do what you want. But, I doubt he’s any less toxic than he was when I was forced to leave him.” She got up and left the room. Jasper waited a while, went checked on her and.. She had gone to bed. He left and didn’t plan on coming back any time soon. In fact, he needed a complete realigning or something after being inside of there. 

Uncle Roscoe’s house was fortunately the right ambience. There was incense and good food and they had gotten a calming fountain in the family room that played music and lit up various ambient light colors. Plus, Uncle Roscoe made juice and Jasper loved his juice. Aunt Cohort and Charlotte were somewhere getting fish to eat dead skin off of their feet and Uncle Rox wondered, “You getting ready to ask her about it?”

Jasper smiled brightly, full of food and juice and sleepy from the mood of the room, “What?”

“You know what.” 

Jasper sighed and leaned forward in his seat, “We had a rough year, well… a rough year then a rougher year of getting back to good because of the first rough year.”

“I know. I pay attention to the songs she posts. I knew y’all were goin’ through it when she posted Karyn White’s Superwoman with the caption, “On Repeat Forever.”

“I don’t know what that is, but I think I’ve fixed things…”

“Yeah. I know. Like I said, I pay attention to the songs. If you would’ve remembered my advice and paid attention, you’d have had a less rough year.”

Jasper nodded, “I regret so much of my decisions for that time. Did she tell you about the night things hit the fan with Casper?”

“She don’t tell me nothing, Lil’ Nephew. But, I think that she’s ready to settle down. She talks about your future a lot.”

“Yeah, but… I’m the one that wants all the family stuff, she only will do all that because I want it. I’m not gonna rush her.”

“Don’t rush her no… But, don’t let her get away, neither.” Jasper nodded his head. Uncle Rox gave the best advice. She was never gonna get away, if Jasper could help it.

#A Chasper Fic #chasper #henry danger #hd fanfic #Nesha HD Fics

[thesorrowfulknight-blog]

Okaayyyy, so! Apparently tumblr was being a shitforbrains again and didn't post my answers from a few days ago, so I'm gonna combine both get-to-know-me q&a's in one post! Sorry for the wait you guys.

1st set of q's was tagged by @legendarybitch 😘

Relationship status: Single AF

Favourite colours: Blue and green, hands down. I'm partial to he more vibrant blues and more earthy greens; especially hunter green with gold accenting. But it has to be a nice gold, not that yucky orangey-yellow some folks use

Lipstick or chapstick: Chapstiiiick! Anything else I get annoyed and scrape it off with my teeth

3 favourite foods: Oh god, I have to choose? I guess... Any pizza really though I have a weakness for deepdish (especially double cheese smothered in sriracha 😍), suicide hot wings (I want to choke on the fumes and feel like my face is melting), aannnnd a nice tender rare steak. You can't see it but I'm drooling now thx guys

Song stuck in my head: The Next Episode by Dr. Dre feat. Snoop Dogg

Last song I listened to: Zombies by The Cranberries (the cover done by Bad Wolves is fucking bomb too)

Last movie I watched: Galaxy Quest (1999) Worth every goddamn penny

Top 3 tv shows: Tough call, but I think the closest would have to be Hannibal, Final Space, and Voltron: Legendary Defender

Books I'm currently reading: The Rowan by Anne McCaffrey and Burial Rites by Hannah Kent

Last thing I googled: Biomedical Technology

Time: 11:04pm

How many blankets do you sleep in: Primarily just my one big galaxy comforter

Dream trip: Phew, that one's a pretty tall order! About 9/10ths of my clan/extended familar are still in europe (mostly Germany and the Netherlands), so I'd like to be able to visit everyone! I haven't met most of them because of distance but we're all still very tightly knit accross continents. So a dream trip would somehow entail being able to get to visit everyone and possibly even go with my Oma before she can't fly anymore (she hasn't seen her sisters in many years). If somehow this all timed itself right so that I could also attend the Trakehner Verband approvals at Neumünster, I would legitimately weep with joy. My opa and I had always planned to go together as he hadn't been since immigrating to Canada, but now that he's passed I want to go for the both of us. It's a family legacy thing, I suppose. My second choice would be to visit either Spain or Portugal for a riding vacation 😍

Anything you really want: To have a prosperous and fulfilling life brimming with true friendship, laughter, and love.

2nd set of q's tagged by @vecchiasignoras 😙

Name: Kate, though I consider it to be quite intimate so only my immediate family calls me by this name. Everyone else refers to me as Kat

Height: 5'9"

Middle name(s): I have two! Their initials are E.M.

Put your music on shuffle. What are the first four songs that come on?

September by Earth, Wind & Fire

In the Middle by Jimmy Eat World

Smells Like Teen Spirit by Nirvana

Something Like This by The Chainsmokers

Bonus: Become the Beast by Karliene

Grab the book nearest you and turn to page 23. What is on line 17? (I counted them as the beginning/end of dialogue and whole sentences)

"She'll... she'll die! You know as well as I do," and Siglen's words crowded each other out of her mouth, "what happens to the truly Talented in space... I mean, look at how ill David became. Remember how devastated Capella was. To subject an infant... of unknown potential... to such mind-destroying trauma! Why you must be mad, Interior. You cannot! I will not permit it!"

Ever had a song or poem written about you? Not to my knowledge! Though the only thing they might draw inspiration from is how big my feet are lmao

When was the last time you played air guitar? Mmm, a few weeks I think? That Mötley Crüe riff was impossible to resist. As for a real guitar, I think it's going on almost 4 or 5 years now? Jesus time flies.

Who is your celebrity crush? They would have to be Tom Holland and Chris Hemsworth. I definitely have a thing for their personality type 😘

What's a sound you hate + a sound you love?

A sound I hate would 12/10 have to be my mother's voice, even just saying my name. It always sounds accusatory and condescending in the kind of way that's like nails on a chalkboard but under your skin. Also the sound of unexpected people WALKING UP ONTO MY PORCH AND KNOCKING ON THE DOOR INVADING MY SANCTUARY. (I loathe unannounced visitors. Hate hate hate them).

A sound that I love would hands down have to be the ambient noises my horse makes when he's just doing... whatever. When he's doing him-stuff. Slurping up electrolyte water like a messy kid, heaving these great big sighs because life amiright? I especially find his annoyed growling to be hilarious, because he is VERY loud and dramatic about it, but only does it when you ask him to do something relatively low effort that he finds tedious. Like flat work, or walking to and from the barn and paddock. Completely droll and lackluster. But going for a friendly gallop in the back field? You'd think we'd just gotten rallied by fucking Théoden to ride to our deaths at the Pelennor Fields. He makes this hard little growly-grunt when he shifts up into the next gear and then boom, you're gone. Just fucking gone. Then he's a happy springy boi. It isn't like his annoyed growling though; it's different. When he's annoyed it's more like verbal complaining; all in the throat. But when he revs it it's much shorter and takes on a hard edge. Comes up deep from the core. I can't really explain it any better than that. I just fucking love sprinting a 1700lbs war machine in general, now that I've re-learned how the hell to ride it 😂 I'm babbling now

Do you believe in ghosts? I believe in spirits and other things, yes.

How about aliens? We've only discovered and understand, what, 0.4% of the known universe? To not be widely open to and fully accepting of the notion that we are not alone would be pure folly. Even from a mathematical standpoint it would be wildly ridiculous not to. That doesn't mean I have any specific theories or "truths" about it, though. It would just be very stupid of me to be closed-minded.

Besides, if it does turn out to be true it would explain a lot of things. I think my favourite wild theory out there is that Mary, mother of Jesus, was artificially inseminated. Like we do with livestock. If nothing else it's fascinating to ponder the implications.

Do you drive? Yes. Pretty gutsy too, if I say so myself. My mum used to drag race so I guess it's both a hereditary as well as a learned thing.

If so, have you ever crashed? Only once, and that was an actual accident. The conditions were super icy so we were already going 20km below the limit, and I was hanging back, but what happened was the car infront of me hit the car infront of them, and when I slammed on the brakes I just slid about 15-20 feet right into their rear end anyways. Nobody got hurt except for my car; she took the worst of it. The car I hit basically just had to pop the dent back out and it was like I hadn't made contact. Lucky badstards. There were a ton of similar accidents that day so everything got wrapped up pretty quick.

What was the last book you read?

It's been so long since I've completed one, mostly because everything these days sucks ass, so I don't remember what it was. The ones I'm currently reading however are The Rowan by Anne McCaffrey and Burial Rites by Hannah Kent

Do you like the smell of gasoline? Clean, quality gasoline? Yes. Dirty low quality gasoline? No.

What was the last movie you saw?

Galaxy Quest (1999)

Do you have any obsessions right now? Not really, no. I mean, technically all things Bioware and my pony, but those are more of a glowering embers kind of love. Not the raging wildfire kind that overtakes the mind and turns you into a fanatic

Do you tend to hold grudges against people who have done you wrong?

Eeeehhhhhh, yes and no. Like I won't actively hate you cause why tf would I waste the energy, so it's whatever, but I will also always keep you at arm's length so idk

Are you in a relationship? No, nor do I want to be. I'm enjoying just being on my own and allowing myself to grow as a person. I don't do relationships just for the sake of being in one, or because of this ridiculous notion people seem to have that you aren't complete/a whole person without a significant other. I'm only interested in end-game, and I'm not ready to be open for that right now ✌

Bonus: What's an annoying/bad habit that you have? Talking the shit out of everything. And I swear. A lot. More in my head than out loud, though.

#man this got dark #my bad #about me #get to know me #q&a #personal #me #thesorrowfulknight #i apologize for any typos; i've been at this for several hours now

[dykepool]

Omegle You're chatting with a random stranger. Say hi! You both like lams, and laflams. Heyyy ole buddy ole pal best friiiend. I gotta ask a favorrr. JL I don't like the sound of that. -AH Noooo shhhh it's not like a huge deal?? But I need you to take me home or to your place or something JL Jesus, how drunk are you, Laurens? -AH Lmao I'm more sober now! You shoulda seen me earlier but I'm just not supposed to leave alone?? The bar guy said so JL Yeah, yeah, I'll come get you. Idiot. -AH Even though you didn't invite me out with you tonight. Even though I'm the best drinking buddy you've got. -AH I shoulda cuz then I wouldnta gotten if trouble but I always invite you guys out and I didn't wanna be needy or shit but now I'm more needy JL You're not needy. Believe it or not we actually like hanging out with you, you know. That's kind of what being friends implies. -AH What trouble did you get into this time? -AH Okay yeah but I'm always wanting to go out and I'm always asking and I just wanted to give you guys a break so I went to our bar with that one regular guy who's an ass and he's the one who started it. Like I threw the first punch but he has it coming JZl JL** I don't know who 'that one regular guy' is, John. Gotta be more specific. -AH You okay? -AH Idk his name it's like Lee?? The one who talks shit about us?? And I'm fine!! Better than fine!! I think I look cute with a busted lip lmaooo JL Oh, that one. Yeah, he definitely had it coming. You win? -AH You look cute without a busted lip, too, though so that isn't exactly saying much. -AH I totallllyy one. Like his face is like completely ruined and my knuckles are busted but I'm so happy JL He was insulting aaaaaall of you guys. JL Yeah? What was he saying this time? -AH You know you don't have to defend our honor, right? We're big boys. I've no problem punching people myself if they insult me. -AH We don't gotta talk about the shit he said shhhhh JL But he had it coming so I decked him and we fought and I almost got in trouble with the bartender but it's chiiiiill I just have to be escorted home. JL But now I'm curious :( -AH I'm grabbing my keys now. I'll be there in five. -AH Just someone that earned a punch to the fucking faceeee JL Okay thank you <333 JL [paras?] [yep ! Want me to start? ] [Sure, if you want to :) ] After convincing the bartender that he was going to be picked up, John was allowed to shuffle outside. His injuries weren't very major except for some bruising on his ribs. He curled up on the curb, fiddling with his phone in his hands as he waiting for the headlights. As soon as a car vaguely resembling the make and model of Alex's appeared, he jumped up, immediately darting into the passenger seat. He offered Alex a wide grin, ignoring how painfully it pulled at his lips. "You're the /best/!" He announced with a grin. "Yeah, I know," Alexander said, rolling his eyes at John and turning down the radio. "Damn, looks like Lee got a few good hits in. You sure you're okay?" He pulled away from the curb and did a sharp u-turn--living in NYC didn't make him the greatest driver but fuck it, he'd never hit anyone so it was all good--and headed back in the direction of his studio apartment. "You better love me, getting myself out of bed and two in the morning to pick up your drunk ass." Not that he'd actually been asleep but that was beside the point; John didn't need to know that. John took a moment to fumble with the seat belt buckle before he relaxed into the fest. He laughed, one hand moving up to finger the cut on his lip. "You should see him, babe!" He laughed, chest puffing out with pride. He tried desperately to attempt to look sheepish, but he was still grinning at his accomplishment. "I'm sorry. I promise never to text you at two in the morning ever again ever." He grinned, nudging Alexander with a laugh. "Yeah, that'll be a treat at least," Alex said and laughed. Charles Lee was a dick; it was about time someone actually held him responsible for his words. "I imagine I probably will. On campus or the next time we go out. The guy seems to be /everywhere./" He glanced over at John and grinned. He couldn't be too bad if he was being this boastful. "Whatever, keep texting me at two in the morning. Someone's gotta come get out of trouble." He did his best to play it cool, but Alexander really did like hearing from John, even if--and maybe especially if--it was in the early hours of the morning when none of his other friends were awake. The idea of all of his friends getting to see the work John had painstakingly put into messing up Lee's face. He paused as he realized that would allow Lee the opportunity to tell everyone exactly why they have fought. John cleared his threat, cheeks flushing pink as he turned his head to the side. "You'll probably text me before I text you." He added, turning his head before managing to relax. "So did I wake you up?" He asked, running his fingers through his hair absently as he tried to keep the conversation as safe as possible as Alexander took him home and ((Shit sorry hit enter too early He absently wondered where he was even heading towards. He was hoping Alexander was going to take him back to his friend's apartment just to have an excuse to talk with Alexander for longer and keep his friend company. Having someone to bandage his knuckles was another advantage, and he rubbed at them absently. "So where are we heading??" "Shut up," Alex said. "I don't text you /that/ much." Except he did. At all hours of the day. "Nah, you didn't. I was up anyways. Putting the finishing touches on an article I was working on. And back to my place unless you had somewhere you'd rather go? We can crash at your apartment if you'd rather, but I'm not leaving you alone like you are right now." He fiddled with the AC a bit as they came up to a light, before looking over at John again. "So. When are you going to tell me what Lee said that finally made you hit him?" John nudged him once more, laughing. "You text everyone like twenty times in a row, Alex, don't play." John grinned, nodding. He could immediately steal a hoodie as soon as he got into Alexander's apartment as he always did. He let out a groan, rubbing his hands over his face as he tried to think over the best way to start off the explanation. "Okay, okay, so he saw me alone and started talking shit about me being by myself to start off with and that didn't get things off on the right foot /anyway/." Alex didn't bother to deny it. "Is that it?" Alexander asked, wondering if maybe he'd missed something, although, he was hardly new to parsing what John said when drunk. Although, usually Alex was drunk right along with John; it was pretty rare for him to play DD. "So, he's being a dick and making fun of you for being alone--which, okay, can you say hypocrite? He's not exactly the most popular guy around--and then?" John let out another groan, the sound shifting almost immediately into a whine. "He was..." He sighed, leaning over as far as the seatbelt would let him. "Okay so he was saying you guys finally got the right idea and abandoned me, right? Which didn't make me too mad but he just started..." He closed his eyes, jaw clenching briefly. "Okay, so he called me a fag and that got my attention." Alex held the steering wheel tighter, pretty much white knuckling it. "Fucking asshole," he said, biting at his lip. He was tempted to turn the damn car around and see if he could find Lee and give him some more bruises on top of whatever John had already done. "He's such a /dick./ You know he's wrong, right? We're not sick of you, and using those types of slurs in this day and age is fucking despicable. God, he's so ignorant; just like his douchebag cronies. Who gives a shit who you like to fuck?" Alex bit his lip, realizing that he was starting to ramble. "I kinda want to go back and get in a few punches myself." John began to relax as Alexander's anger seemed to grow. John knew he was quick to fight after drinking and it was relieving to be reassured that he didn't overreact, and even without telling the rest of the story Alexander seemed to share his anger. "It's not a big deal." He told his best friend, straightening up in his seat to lay a hand over Alexander's arm. "He was just talking a lot of shit and I shut him up." He realized after a moment he was rubbing Alex's arm for way too long and he pulled back, hands folding in his lap. "Like I don't know if he's gonna try to say shit again, but just don't listen, alright?" He asked, his voice almost close to pleading as he looked up, trying to catch Alex's eyes as they pulled up to a red light. "I mean, it's not like I actually believed anything he said." He added, perhaps a bit faster than was truly necessary. It was hard to tell in the heat of the moment, but afterwards, John knew he had wiped away tears after their fight had ended and they were pulled off one another. Alex didn't need to know. "It /is/ a big deal," Alexander argued, shaking his head. He pulled up to his apartment complex and pulled into his space, putting the car in park but making no move to get out yet. "He can't go around saying shit like that. It's fucked up. God, what a pathetic life do you have to lead to want to go and make other people feel like shit to get your jollies? It's fucked. If he tries to pull it again I'm not just going to ignore it, John." Even if he wanted to, Alexander was pretty sure that he wasn't capable of not responding; Alex wasn't exactly known for having a cool temper. He reached over and took John's hand back his own, just wanting the contact. "Is that when you hit him? Or did he say more shit?" John let out another groan, regretting having said anything to begin with, though it was hard to keep a secret around Alexander. It was hard to refuse him when he asked a question, especially in person when there was eye contact and he could bring himself to pull away. "He probably won't say anything to us, but just in case." His fingers folded in Alexander's grip, and while he should be mindful of his bruised and busted knuckles, there was something comforting with the contact that all he could do was stroke the side of Alexander's hand with his thumb. "Shit about you and Laf and Herc." He mumbled, unbuckling his seat belt to turn to face Alexander more fully. "Joked about you three running off and having a three way or something." His face grew even more red, and eye contact with Alexander was now impossible. "I just kinda tuned him out until I had to deck him." John pulled Alexander's hand closer, fiddling absently with Alexander's knuckles as his eyes trained themselves on a wrinkle in his shirt. He was sobered slightly compared to earlier, but trying to make sense of his emotions was difficult when all he could think about was the desire to curl up on the couch with Alexander and keep whatever contact they had going. "I mean I guess he didn't even really insult you guys." Alexander couldn't help but laugh a little bit at that. He ran his thumb softly over John's knuckles and shook his head. "A threeway with Herc and Laf? That's fucking bush league and I can't say that I'm personally offended by that at all; Herc and Laf are hot. I'm personally flattered that Lee thinks I'm on their level." He tried to keep his tone light, and really he'd heard far worse about himself, but he couldn't help but be upset on John's behalf. "I can't promise that I won't say anything or react if he does say something to us. I'm sick of his getting away with this shit, John. I mean, except for the beating he walked away with today. I don't like people talking shit about you or hurting you. Or any of my friends." He added on the last part quickly, almost as an afterthought, and unbuckled his seatbelt as well to face John more fully. He sighed after a moment, the gear shift keeping him and John apart. "C'mon, let's go in. Futon's way more comfortable than the car anyways." Not by a whole lot, but whatever. John paused before erupting in his own fit of giggles. The concept itself wasn't funny when he had imagined it, torn between a mixture of arousal and feeling inadequate, but he was able to laugh at the idea now. "You outta their league? C'mon." He snickered before reluctantly letting go of Alexander's hand. He swallowed thickly as he got out of the car, face still hot. "I guess it was the fact that he was saying I wasn't good enough?" He shrugged, shoving his hands in his pockets and ignoring the way it stung as skin caught against fabric. "For the record, I would be pretty pissed if y'all had an orgy without me and didn't even bother inviting me. Like common courtesy at least." He smiled, nudging Alexander once more as he stumbled to the apartment, not wanting to reflect too heavily on how protective and kind and sincere Alexander sounded, because that only made his heart beat more uncomfortably in his chest. "Futon sounds nice. You gonna play doctor on me first?" "Oh, c'mon they're both so... you know. They both look like fuckin' Adonis. And so do you for that matter. I don't know why I picked such hot friends." Alexander sighed heavily before laughing once more. "You'd definitely be invited to our sex party if I had a say in it. Can't leave out our Laurens." He kissed his cheek--and, okay, maybe he'd spending too much time around Lafayette because he was apparently picking up the Frenchman's mannerisms now--and stepped in behind John. "Mi casa es su casa," he said, gesturing around the space. It was a mess of papers and laundry scattered everywhere and not very big and just one large room with a bathroom and kitchen space attached, but it worked for Alexander. He raised an eyebrow at John as he went to get some rubbing alcohol and bandaids. "I'll patch you up, but we should probably wait until your sober to 'play doctor,'" he said, smirking at John. John hummed his agreement before snorting. "You say that like you aren't as sexy as they are." He laughed, shaking his head. Confident that he was cute, John was also of the opinion that he was far too cute to be considered sexy next to any of his friends. Hearing that he was invited was reassuring, and he just barely managed to keep himself from spluttering at the kiss. "I'm holding you to that." He mumbled, shuffling into the apartment to take a seat on the futon. John's own apartment was nicer, but it was hard not to feel completely at ease in Alexander's space. "Yeah, yeah, don't act like you'd be good at role playing." John laughed, peeling his shoes off before laying back against the cushions. "Way too impatient for that shit, I bet." Alexander just shook his head at John and shrugged. Personal appearance was never something he'd cared at all about, and he had plenty of confidence--too much if you asked most people around him; he just knew he wasn't going to be winning any beauty contests. He had more than enough brains and perseverance to make up for anything else he lacked. He didn't say as much to John, though, just gave him a tight grin and kicked a shirt that was laying on the floor out of the way to crouch down in front of him on the futon. He took one of John's hands and starting wiping down the worst of the cuts with the alcohol he'd grabbed. "Shut up, I could be an awesome roleplayer. I've got patience for miles." He stuck his tongue out at John. "I just always feel ridiculous when I try and generally ruin the scene by laughing or some shit." John made himself as comfortable as he could in preparation for the pain and suffering he knew would be coming. He gritted his teeth, eyes closing as the worst of the cleaning was out of the way. "That's what you get for trying to be creative and extra." He mumbled, lightly tapping Alexander's side with his foot. "I probably couldn't do that shit either. I also don't really talk much during so I don't see the point." He paused, glancing down at his chest. "Mind checking my ribs after this? Pretty sure they're just bruised, but just to be safe." And if doing so meant stripping off his shirt in front of Alexander, so be it. Hearing Alexander compliment his appearance and compare him to Lafayette or Hercules made him want to show off to try to earn the compliment. [hello? Sorry phone glitched] [Yeah, still here, I got your message :) ] Alexander pressed band-aids over the worst of the cuts, but wasn't sure how long they'd last, being right over the knuckles the way they were. "Well, hopefully that'll hold until they heal some more. And, hey, you gotta mix it up sometimes. When was the last time I did anything that wasn't 'extra'?" He stood and gestured at John and said, "Yeah, of course, off the shirt then, Laurens." His tone was cavalier, but that thought that John might actually be injured did make his heart jump into his throat. "For Lee's sake he'd better hope their bruised," he said under his breath, knowing he wouldn't really be able to help going out and picking his own fight with Lee if he'd broken John's ribs. He poked gently at Lauren's side throat the shirt, not really sure what he was even supposed to be looking for. "Can you breathe all right?" John grinned at Alexander's gentle touch, finally pulling his hands back. He almost felt bad - he was certain his ribs weren't broken. He had been in enough fights to know what that felt like - but he couldn't turn down the opportunity. Alexander's fingers were light against his side, the skin not tender enough for him to flinch. "Breathing's good." He announced, tugging his shirt up and over his head. He winced at the action; no broken ribs, but he was sore enough to flinch at the action. He breathed out slowly, looking down to scan his own chest. "Do I look all beaten and bruised?" He asked, leaning back to let Alexander look over him at his leisure. His sides looked red, not yet bruised, though he was sure things would darken the next morning. "If you can stop from staring at my freckles." He teased, tapping the pattern on his chest absently. He was oddly proud of the marks covering his face and chest and shoulders, regardless of how cute they looked instead of sexy. Alex was staring. He really couldn't help it. The freckles everywhere and John's just general body was difficult to not stare at. He cleared his throat and looked away, shoving John gently. "Wasn't staring at your freckles," he blatantly lied. "Sounds like someone needs an ego check. He smiled at John and shook his head. You're a little bruised along the side. Busted lip. It'll probably look and feel worse tomorrow. Not too bad, though. I've definitely seen you walk away worse after a fight. Side note: You should stop getting into so many fights." Not that Alexander could talk. He joined John on the futon, sitting close, and letting his hand rest on John's leg. "Your freckles are annoyingly cute, though. Just so you know." John was surprised that Alexander did seem to be staring, though he knew better than to let it go to his head. "I had to punch him. You wanted me to just let him go after saying all that shit?" He asked with a grin. He relaxed into the futon, throwing his arms up over the sides of the futon, glancing down at the hand now close to his thigh. "And I'm adorable. Figured you knew that already." He laughed, sticking his tongue out childishly as he shifted, throwing his legs over Alexander's lap. Alexander shrugged. He'd have done the same thing in that situation. "I mean, you could have," he said. "You wouldn't be all bruised up and hurting." And Lee would have gotten away with being able to say whatever the hell he pleased just like he always did. Alex left that part unsaid. "Excuse you, do I look like an ottoman to you?" he asked when John's legs were thrown over his lap. He made no move to throw John's legs off, though. He didn't mind a bit. "You're something alright." John shook his head, talking before he could stop himself. "Not what he said about us." He mumbled, only shifting further onto Alexander's lap, closing his eyes as he relaxed. "You're a great ottoman. You should try to make that into being a new career." He laughed, enjoying exactly how comfortable Alexander felt under him. [ I swear it fees longer on mobile omg Alexander sat up a bit and frowned at John. "What did he say about us?" he asked, knowing that John had to have left something out of the story now. "Maybe I should. This is certainly easier than law school. And I'll be in less debt afterwards." He crinkled up his nose at the thought. Even with scholarships, he was going to buried in debt. "Wait, no, you're getting me off topic. What did Lee say about us?" [Honestly I can't type more than like a line on mobile so I'm impressed regardless xD] John stilled, his face immediately heating up. "Doesn't matter." He mumbled, reaching over to grab his shirt to cover his own face. "It's a very non invasive way to sell your body." He had hoped that would've been enough to distract him, but Alexander pushed on regardless. Keeping the shirt over his face he let out another groan. "Lee's just talking shit every second of his life." He mumbled, though he took a deep breath. "Just something about you getting tired of me hanging off of you all the time. And just other bullshit. Just don't think about it?" "What a piece of shit," Alexander said, anger rising up in him again. It wasn't even that bad, but the fact that Lee was trying to convince John that Alex was sick of him was annoying. "You know he's just talking shit, right? There's no truth to that at all. You're my best friend; I'm not gonna get sick of you anytime soon." Alex absently trailed his fingers lightly over John's leg where it rested over top of him, just barely enough to even tickle. He honestly should have known better than to mention it, keeping his face covered for another moment before he finally tugged the shirt off of his face, shivering at the touch. "I know, I know." He said dismissively, lightly tapping him on the shoulder. "I don't know. I just got pissed off at the way he..." John shrugged. "I don't know. He just seemed so... confident? That you didn't care?" He shifted until he could hide his face against Alexander's shoulder, closing his eyes. "I don't know. I need to stop drinking." "You're an adult and you don't have, like, a drinking problem as far as I can tell. So you like to get drunk every now and then. We all do that. Although... maybe it wouldn't be a bad idea to tone it down a little. You do seem to find yourself getting into trouble fairly often." Alex wrapped his arm around John and scratched at his scalp, rubbing his head and playing with his curly hair. "Look, Lee doesn't know shit about me or how I feel so all that confidence is fake. Who even knows where he gets those stupid ass ideas from. I'm anything but tired of you." John was powerless to do anything but enjoy the fingers running through his hair, and if he threw his arms around Alexander, surely he wouldn't say anything. "I just punch people who need to be punched. My fists are a lot faster than words." He mumbled, keeping his face tucked against his shoulder. "I was also just in a bad mood and it made it worse and I should've just asked to come over and spent the night with you. Way more fun than punching people." He decided, his arms tightening around his friend. "Nice to cuddle with you." He admitted, absently remembering he was still shirtless. "Words can be so satisfying, though," Alexander pointed out. "A few well placed ones and they can bring people down. ... not quite as fast as your right hook, though, no. You're definitely right about that." He sighed and kept up what he was doing, enjoying have John so close to him and cuddled up like this. It was nice. "Yeah, you should have. I've just been sitting here working on a paper all night. Company would have been very welcome. Why were you in a bad mood to start off with?" "Only you could get satisfied from just words." John laughed, lips dragging against Alexander's shoulder. "So from now on I'll punch everyone and you'll talk to everyone." He almost felt bad for interrupting Alexander and his work, but he knew Alexander needed a break more often than not. He would try to remember that he could ask to come over more often. The idea of just laying on the futon as Alexander typed away on his laptop. It was a nice enough thought. "Doesn't matter." He mumbled, one hand moving to rest over Alexander's chest. "Just happens, ya know?" "We'd make a good superhero team: you hit them, I lecture them. I'm not sure which people would hate more." He laughed softly, his heart seeming to jump when John's hand rested over his chest and the soft brush over his lips over his shoulder and his bare skin pressed against Alex, even if Alexander was still fully dressed. It really was annoying how much of an effect John could have on Alexander. He closed his eyes and let his head rest against back against the top of the futon and nodded. "I guess so," he agreed, shrugging. "You're sure nothing's been bothering you, though? I mean, before tonight." "We can ask Herc to design us costumes and everything." He snickered before his jaw stretched open in a yawn. "Swear I'm fine." He told Alexander softly, biting down on the side of his mouth that wasn't cut. The last couple of days had been spent mostly to himself, and while he texted all of his friends throughout the day, he had been wanting for someone to pull him out of the rut he had been in. "Just don't worry." He whispered, his grip on Alexander slackening as he slowly pulled away. "I promise I'm fine." "Of course, it would be a crime to have anyone else put together costumes for us." He continued absently playing with John's hair, biting back a whine as his friend pulled away a bit. "I'll always worry about you some, John. It's what friends do." Alexander realized how corny that was right as he said it, but decided he didn't care. It was true. "You getting tired? It's getting fucking late out. Do you have anywhere to be tomorrow?" "Clearly." He laughed, taking hold of his shirt before slipping it back on. "I can take care of myself most of the time." He leaned back into the cushions, tempted to lean back into Alexander's arms. "I could stay up longer." He told him, smiling tiredly. "I don't have anything to do tomorrow but relax and probably sleep in until two in the afternoon." He laughed, running his fingers through his hair absently, wanting to stay up as late as possible with his closest friend. Alexander pouted a bit as the shirt was slipped back on and John was completely out his arms. The moment had been nice while it was lasted. "Uh-huh? Well, I'll believe that when I see it," he teased, shoving lightly at John's shoulder. "I don't know how the hell you sleep that late. I'd call bullshit, but I've roomed with you before. I know how messed up your sleep schedule can get." Again, though, not like Alexander had room to talk. "I wasn't planning on heading to bed for a bit anyways, so that works out well. Feels like we haven't hung out in forever." It had only been a few days, but still. John smiled, absently fiddling with the bandages on his hands. "I'm not completely incapable of taking care of myself." He announced with a huff before laughing. He paused, glancing around the room absently. "Shit, you need to finish that article, don't you?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. "I know it's been a while since we've hung out, but it would be fine if you wanted to work instead." He offered, hoping he didn't sound nearly as disappointed as he felt. It was nice having Alexander's attention, but he had already cuddled with him and been bandaged up so kindly. It was unfair of him to want to ask for more of his closest friend. "Or if you wanted me to head back to my place, I'd understand." Alexander bit at his lip and glanced to his still open laptop. The screen had fallen asleep, but he knew it'd be open to the page he was writing. He'd had every intention of finishing his first draft tonight so he could do all of his edits and rewrites over the weekend in between studying. "Technically I've got awhile before I need to have it finished so it's fine. I'm pretty much done with this draft anyways. It's nothing that can't wait for the morning. Besides, it's extracurricular. You can stay. I don't even know how you'd plan to get home this late honestly." John followed his eyes, frowning. "I mean, it's still important." He tugged at his hair, wishing he was just as drunk as he had been earlier. It wasn't as easy to talk to Alexander. "Maybe walk?" He offered before shrugging. He gestured absently to the futon, smiling. "Were you gonna have me sleep on the floor or something?" He asked, nudging Alexander playfully before he pulled his hair up into a ponytail. "You sure you're fine with me staying over?" He asked, biting down on his lip only to wince as his teeth scratched against the cut. "Shiiiit." He whined, touching his lip delicately. "I know that," Alexander said, snapping at John just a little bit. He was more than aware of how important it was that he finish all of his work, curricular or extracurricular, and that the quality remain top-notch. He couldn't afford for a dip in his GPA, and he needed a well-rounded resume. It was a rare occurrence for him to even offer to put off his work for a few hours, but frankly right now he couldn't find the energy to want to finish; not when he had John here. "I wouldn't have offered if I wasn't okay with it. It folds out into a bed. Kind of. If you stretch your definition of bed. Enough room for two, though. Or I can take the floor. You probably shouldn't be sleeping on the ground with your bruises and all." John stilled, swallowing thickly. His eyes fell immediately to the cushion between them. He regretted going out even more now, ashamed at having distracted Alexander. "I.." He sighed, just wanting to lay down- whether it be on concrete or cushion. "Either works. Us sharing or me taking the floor, I meant." His knuckles clenched slightly, still not raising his head. He wanted to share the futon with Alexander, wanted to relax and lay down and pretend he wasn't acting ridiculous. "Uh, when do you wanna lay down?" Alexander shrugged, feeling how uncomfortable things had become in the past couple of moments and not liking it at all. "We'll share then," he said, lowering the back so it lay flat like a bed and tossing his pillows and blankets on top of it. "I'm cool laying down whenever," he said with another shrug. He pulled his hair of the messy ponytail he'd had it pulled up in and finger combed out the worst of the tangles in it. He climbed into bed, but propped himself up, sitting up right. "How about you? When were you wanting to lie down?" He cringed a little bit at how stilted everything felt. John nodded, taking a seat on the side of the bed. He sighed, collapsing back into the bed before throwing an arm around Alexander's waist, pulling close. "I'm sorry." He mumbled, against Alexander's chest. "I'm sorry for being a pain in the ass." He apologized, swallowing his pride easily enough when Alexander was involved. "Shouldn't have gotten drunk. Or texted you. Or shit, I don't know." "You're not being a pain in the ass," Alex said. "Trust me, if you were I'd tell you. I've got no problems telling people when they're being pains. He turned to face John more fully and wrapped his arms tightly around his friend, pulling him in close. "And you better fucking always text me when you get into trouble. I'm kinda fond of you and would rather you not get into an accident or bigger trouble or some shit next time." John relaxed into Alexander's arms, nuzzling against Alexander's neck. "I'm still sorry." He mumbled, eyes closing. "I just don't wanna bug you. And I know you're busy and I just miss you." He rambled, pressing his lips against Alexander's neck absently. "Sorry." "Well, stop being sorry," Alexander said. "It's fine. You're not bugging me. I like having you around." He trailed his fingers up and down John's back lazily, tracing over his backbone and yawning. "I miss you, too, John. Seriously, there's nothing to be sorry about. One paper to finish up hardly even qualifies as me being busy." John smiled against Alexander's neck, pulling away enough to pull a blanket over them. "You have?" He asked, shifting until his limbs were starting to get tangled with Alexander's. "It's been a while since you invited me over and I just... Got worried, I guess." He admitted, exhaling slowly. "Yeah," Alexander said, nodding in agreement. He shifted around until the blanket was adjusted comfortably over him and sighed happily, enjoying being this close and tangled with John. "It's boring without you," he teased. "Guess I just got kinda busy. Lots going on. It's nothing to do with you." He made a mental note to invite John--and the other guys, too--over more often. Or out. His apartment wasn't great for entertaining. John was happy to think that they could spend the rest of the night curled up together. "Thank you." He smiled, humming comtently as everything started to feel normal again. "For everything. Even bandaging me up, though you didn't even try to kiss anything better." He teased, poking him lightly in the side. "Oh, what was I thinking," Alex said, smirking at John. "Clearly I'm off my game." He took one of John's hands and kissed the bruised knuckles. "There. Better? Just let me know if that lip needs some love as well." He winked at John and couldn't help but laugh a bit and cuddle up closer with John. John laughed, grinning widely at the touches. "It wouldn't hurt." He smiled, waggling his eyebrows before pushing his bottom lip out as if in a pout. "Not like you to not be thorough." He teased, slipping an arm under Alexander's back. "Well, you're not wrong," Alexander said, smiling at John. He leaned in and pressed a teasing peck right over the cut on John's lip and pulled back; he didn't want to irritate it more than it already was. "Now no one can say I haven't done my due diligence." John closed his eyes, surprised at just how light the touch was. "Tease." He laughed, pressing his lips against Alexander's cheek. "You're cute." He laughed, his hands moving to Alexander's chest. Alexander shrugged. "Hey, if you want more than that you know where I am." He was still grinning wide, unable to wipe the stupid grin from his face. "You're pretty cute yourself, you know." He pushed a stray lock of hair out of John's face and back behind his ear before letting his arms settle down over his waist. John raised a hand up to Alexander's cheek before pulling him in for a quick kiss. "You're cuter." He decided, his thumb brushing over Alexander's cheek as he pulled back. "That cool?" He asked, laughing even as he tried to ask. Alexander raised an eyebrow at John, but laughed as well and agreed. "Yeah, that's cool. And I'm not going to argue over which of us is cuter; I think we can just agree we're both cute as fuck and leave it at that." John laughed, pressing another kiss to Alexander's lips before pulling back to rest his head against Alexander's chest. "Yeah, yeah, whatever you say." Alexander cupped John's face as he kissed him, chasing his lips briefly as he pulled away. He held John tightly to his chest and ran his fingers through John's ponytail. "Whatever I say is exactly right. Because I'm always right," he teased, pulling at one of John's curls lightly. John grinned, excited that Alexander seemed just as interested as he was. "Honestly, I don't feel like complaining." He grinned, absently running his hand over Alexander's chest. "Well I'd hope not," Alexander said, continuing to just play with John's hair and enjoy the feeling of him in his arms. "I can't say this is how I expected my day to end. Not complaining, either." [Hey, it's getting real late and I'm like about to fall asleep; do you want to continue this over email or kik or something? If not, no worries :) ] [ yeah definitely! 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Even If You Don’t: Chapter 14

Previous Chapter

Mari’s POV

“Mari,” I heard someone sing, “Time to wake up.” I let out a soft whine, turning myself so my back was facing whoever it was – I just woke up from my nap; I can’t tell. They chuckled under their breath before pulling the curtain of my bunk open further. “C’mon, princess,” they said, letting me know it was Calum, “You’re needed for soundcheck.”

“Tell Ash to do it,” I replied, my voice muffled by my pillow. He laughed a little louder that time.

“I think that defeats the whole purpose, baby girl – you and Ash are completely different drummers.”

“I’m better though, right?” I asked, finally turning to lay on my back so I could look at him.

“Of course you are,” Calum smiled, leaning over to press a kiss to my cheekbone, “Now, come on. If you get up now, I’ll carry you to the stage.”

“You really know how to win a girl’s heart, Hood,” I rolled my eyes but got up anyway.

“Got you out of bed, didn’t it?” he smirked.

Calum turned away from me, allowing me to hop onto his back. I wrapped my arms around his neck – careful not to choke him – and laid my head on his shoulder. I reached down when he got to the door, opening it so he could get off the bus and then pushing it closed when he was on the pavement, as well as opening the venue door when he got there. As he was walking through the hallway, I was breathing in and out deeply, apparently worrying Calum.

“Are you okay?” he asked me, his hand squeezing my thigh gently. I didn’t directly answer the question – I just pressed a kiss to the skin where his shoulder met his neck.

“You smell good,” I murmured, hearing him smile.

“I smell the way I always do, princess,” he reminded me.

“Doesn’t mean you don’t smell good,” I sassed, kissing him again. He didn’t respond that time, but I did hear him chuckle softly as we entered the room where the stage was.

~

Later that night

We had just finished our third song and went into the talking bit. This was the second time we had a crowd of well over 10,000 people and we were absolutely ecstatic. Being on the tour for a few months before we hit the United States, a lot more people were now fans of our band and could actually sing every word of our songs with us – and we loved hearing our lyrics screamed back at us.

“You all sound amazing, by the way!” Kenzie chirped, making the crowd cheer.

“Yeah! We’re so relieved as well!” Vanessa nodded, “I think every other country’s perception of America is that they’re lazy.”

“I think that’s just because our American is,” Kaylynn snickered.

“I’m putting in my resignation – effective immediately,” I stated as everyone laughed along, “I don’t wanna be in this band anymore. If anyone in the crowd is a drummer and you feel like putting up with daily verbal abuse, find one of them-” I motioned to the three girls in front of me. “-after the show because I quit.”

“You can’t quit until after this song, Mar,” Kenzie giggled.

“Yeah, you’ve been waiting to do this one since we started this tour,” Vanessa chimed in.

“You guys didn’t even let me pick my solo! The song is about an American girl, I’m an American girl... I think I should have gotten to pick my solo,” I said, making the crowd scream as they now knew what song we were doing for we 5SOS cover.

“We gave you your favorite solo anyway!” Kenzie defended.

“You can quit after this song,” Kaylynn repeated Kenzie’s previous statement with a grin, “We’ll do the rest of the show acoustic and then find a new drummer.”

“You’re gonna find a new drummer before tomorrow night’s show?” I couldn’t keep myself from smiling anymore.

“Or Ashton can fill in until we find one.”

“Hey, Ash!” I called, looking over at where the boys were standing, “You wanna do that?!”

“No, thank you!” he shouted back since he wasn’t in my line of view, giggling lightly, “I’m good!”

“See?” I grinned cockily, “He doesn’t want to do it.”

“Fine – we’ll stop making fun of you then,” Kaylynn shook her head.

“No, you won’t,” I rolled my eyes, beginning to tap the pedal under my foot to start the song.

“We love you, Mar,” Vanessa sang as she and the other girls started playing as well.

“We wanna hear you guys, okay? As loud as you can!” Kenzie addressed the crowd, “We know you know this one!”

[Kenzie]

I love that accent you have when you say hello You relocated from New York a month ago That minivan that you drive really gets me going And if it feels like it's right, then it can't be wrong

[Vanessa]

No one understands the chemistry we have And it came out of nowhere

[Kenzie, Kaylynn]

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Vanessa]

It's not like we planned this, it's getting out of hand And now we're gonna go there

[Kenzie, Kaylynn]

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Kenzie, Vanessa, Kaylynn]

Walk my way, Mrs All American Say my name, no need to pretend Don't be shy, Mrs All American I'll show you why you're not gonna walk away

[Vanessa]

Yeah

[Mari]

Not just a neighbor, oh hey there, I'll ring your bell Open your door, pucker up, and I'll kiss you well My lips are sealed, there's nobody that I would tell Your secret's mine, close your eyes, and I'll make you melt

[Vanessa]

No one understands the chemistry we have And it came out of nowhere

[Kenzie, Kaylynn]

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Vanessa]

It's not like we planned this, it's getting out of hand And now we're gonna go there

[Kenzie, Kaylynn]

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Kenzie, Vanessa, Kaylynn]

Walk my way, Mrs All American Say my name, no need to pretend Don't be shy, Mrs All American I'll show you why you're not gonna walk away

[Vanessa]

Oh, yeah

[Kenzie, Vanessa, Kaylynn]

Na na na na na na na na

[Mari]

You know what she like

[Kenzie, Vanessa, Kaylynn]

Na na na na na na na na

[Mari]

You know what she like

[Kenzie, Vanessa, Kaylynn]

Na na na na na na na na

[Mari]

Naaaa, you know what she like

[Kenzie, Vanessa, Kaylynn]

Na na na na na na na

Walk my way, Mrs All American Say my name, no need to pretend Don't be shy, Mrs All American I'll show you why you're not gonna walk away

[Mari]

Walk my way

[Vanessa]

Oh, yeah

[Mari]

Say my name

[Kaylynn]

You're not gonna walk away

[Mari]

Don't be shy I'll show you why

[All]

You're not gonna walk away

Song used: “Mrs All American” by 5 Seconds of Summer

i wish i knew how to end chapters just as much as u wish i did

i’m updating today bc i didn’t want to wait until tuesday this time lmao

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[snapdragonquest]

A (really late) Oddball Celestrian Christmas

Angel Falls was a calm, peaceful village. Well, at the very least, it hadbeen… Until the tree had been lit on fire.

“MISTY!” A young blonde woman yelled, trying desperately to lessen the flames licking at the wall with the fan in her hand.

“The candle got too close!” A pink haired woman, Misty, running into the inn with a pail of water, shouted back. “It wasn’t my fault, Cygnus, honest!”

“The hellit wasn’t!” A red haired male was pulling at some presents. Cygnus noted that they were smoldering. “We all know you’re an arsonist!”

“Am not!” Misty protested. She winced in pain as she tripped over her own feet and brushed against part of the flames. “Damn, it’d be better if James was here.”

“Well, he isn’t, so shut up and get going!” Cygnus cursed as water dripped on her boots. How and why Misty had even gotten hold of a candle, the blonde didn’t know, but she intended to find out.

Speaking of Misty, she rushed over and threw the rest of the water from the pail on the tree, successfully dousing out the rest of the flames and just about anything else on fire.

“Thank the Almighty, it’s over,” Cygnus sighed with relief. She watched as Misty threw the pail to the ground, panting heavily as the excitement of the moment died.

“Damn right it is!” The red head, Max, snapped, crossing his arms across his chest in rage. “Now what in the /hell/- Ack!”

Cygnus and Misty simultaneously flinched in sympathy as Max slipped on some excess water, and ran to him as he fell on the pail with a rather large CRACK, breaking the object with his weight. He attempted to push the two away, but cried out in surprise as he extended his right arm.

“Did you break your arm?” Cygnus asked as the two succeeded in lifting him from the floor. “Idiot, you should’ve looked where you were going!”

“There wouldn’t even have been water if Misty hadn’t set off the tree!” He snapped in anger, holding onto his broken arm.

“We leave for two minutes and y'all’ve already broken something!” Another voice, coming from behind the trio, fumed, and Cygnus turned to see two blue haired women in the doorway of the inn. The elder of the two, with hair in a low pony tail and hands on her hips, wore an angry expression on her face, and it was then that Cygnus knew that things had a chance of turning nasty.

“It was an accident,” Misty blurted out. With a glance to Max, she conceded with a small, “And my fault.”

The woman sighed through her nose, still looking angered. “How you three ever managed to get through your voyages alive, I’ll never know.” She mumbled. The trio couldn’t help but grin.

The second blue haired woman, the younger, turned to her. “Come now, Patty- they had James!” She giggled (making Cygnus wonder if she were really defending them), then turned back to the trio. “It’s alright, Misty, we understand. But you three need to be more careful from now on!”

“Yes Erinn,” The three droned, and the next few minutes were spent wrapping Max’s arm in a cast and setting the salvaged presents under a much smaller but perfectly adequate tree. When this had been done -surprisingly with no more incidents- the five of them stood around their new tree.

“Alrighty, let’s get this party goin’ again!” Patty exclaimed, throwing her arms in the air in emphasis. “Seems everyone will be able to have three presents, which is pretty good, considering I counted five previously.”

A pointed glance was sent to Misty, who blushed in embarrassment, but Patty decided to continue on. “First up seems to be Maxy-Poo!”

“I’ll get you for that, you funghoul!” Max commented, but he collected the presents from her nonetheless. Erinn, Misty, and Patty laughed.

Cygnus was so caught up in her own thoughts -why did mortals celebrate something as odd as this- that she didn’t notice her name had been called until the other four practically screamed in her face.

“Almighty in Heaven, you all scared me!” The blonde laughed, taking no offense to their actions. It had been her fault for spacing out, anyway.

“Pay attention, then!” Erinn answered, giving a laugh of her own at Cygnus. “Here, take your presents.”

Cygnus grabbed the three presents from the woman, holding them in her hands gingerly, as if they might break. It’s not like she knew what was in the damn things, nor did she know if the box itself was alive. (Monsters these days are so unpredictable.)

“Alright, everyone have their presents?” Patty asked, and without any hesitation, grinned. “Then dig in!”

The five spent the next few minutes unwrapping everything, making small talk amongst one another and laughing. However, things suddenly became very quiet with mortal confusion, and Cygnus got the veeeeeery suspicious feeling that she was about to become the butt of a joke.

“Cygnus, I want you to know, as future reference, that a vegetable is not a normal present to give someone.” Misty sighed, holding the mushroom the former Celestrian had given her up.

“And why not?” The blonde asked defensively.

“Because that’s notwhat we do, Cyg,” Max replied, holding up a small Slime, who looked simultaneously confused and scared. “And we especially don’t get someone a damn monster!”

“But he’s cute!” Cygnus again protested defensively.

“This broken vase is honestly the most normal thing she’s ever given me…” Patty mumbled to Erinn, who giggled.

“Cygnus, how about you let me help you out next year?” Erinn offered. She hadn’t complained about her own odd gift, as to save her friend’s pride.

“Alright, fiiiiiine,” The blonde groaned, causing everyone to laugh once more. Despite the oddness, Cygnus’ friends still accepted her, and that was a-okay by her.

Cygnus turned to find that Ivor, a local Angel Falls boy, had walked into the inn then, smiling genuinely and waving at everyone as he came to her and handed her a neatly wrapped present.

“Some guy came into town,” He started. “Said he was lookin’ for you. Didn’t give a name, but he was really intimidating, so I didn’t bother to correct him.”

As Ivor glanced around and began to question what had gone on, Cygnus moved to another side of the inn, beginning to unwrap the gift that had been given to her. It was light purple gift wrapping- her favourite colour.

Cygnus, I understand it’s been some time since we last saw one another, and I deeply apologize for this fact. It was not my intention, I assure you. I give this gift to you in hopes that it will help you forgive me for, at the very least, a modicum of the things I have done, to you, your companions, and the Celestrians. I am glad to inform you that I am living my life here in the Protectorate; amongst the mortals. It is quite the adventure, though nothing compared to what you have recently gone through. Their traditions, their ways of life, and their ability to be simultaneously different and the same… It is quite amazing. Know that I care for you, Cygnus, as I always have. You have far surpassed me in everything and anything. It is truly amazing -astounding, even- what you have accomplished. I could never have hoped to have teach you all of what you have taught yourself. You have made me extremely, indescribably proud to call myself your father. I will be in Stornway for some time. I am confident that you and I will be able to see one another again, if you so wish it to be.

With the greatest of regards, Aquila.

-FIN-

((THIS IS SO LATE FORGIVE ME. I HOPE YOU LIKE IT THO QUQ AND I GUESSED HER FAVE COLOUR LMAO. DIDNT ADD JAMES CUZ I FIGURED HE BASICALLY “fuck this I ain’t boutta associate with u fools” SO SORRY IF THAT AINT OKAY

HOPE YA LIKE MY TWIST. -Max))

cRIKEY ALMIGHTY *jumps off a cliff screaming about how great you are* Literally the best Christmas/January present ever!!! I wasn’t expecting to wake up this morning to such a masterpiece! Yes Cygnus would absolutely get Misty a vegetable, no doubt about it. 

#AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA #Max you are the best #also EGG DAD STOP I'M GONNA CRY #submission #Cygnus the celestrial donut #Misty the hyperactive strudel #Max the angry cupcake #erinn the determined plum pie #aquila the meringue dad