#may your pillow never be cool and your car make a concerning noise that never goes away

[badolmen]

*aggressively does ballet*

#ra speaks #personal #I said oh I need a break from boxing it’s too aggressive and high energy for my summer exercise. I’ll do ballet instead! #<- me. naive. not knowing the horrors and hate my heart would garner in the coming months. #actually I think you should pay me 2k my grandpa and aunt mimi died in the last 100 hours and you’re threatening me with debt I can’t afford #may your pillow never be cool and your car make a concerning noise that never goes away #I am torn between leaving their response in my archives and… #simply replying ‘ok - sent from my iPhone’ or a similarly dismissive and insulting gesture #I told you to fuck off now do so little money thief. go. take my money and think about my dead family who need funerals paid for. think.

[saynotoshityouhate]

For Science Ch. 5

Ch. 1 // Ch. 2 // Ch. 3 // Ch. 4

Words: 1781

Tags: angst, love, neediness, bathtub sex, he’s too big but (spoiler) we make it work.

It had been three days. Three long, agonizing days since Bruce slammed the front door and ran away. Yesterday he sent a text, asking if he could come home. Seeing his name light up your screen made your heart jump, so happy to know he was safe and coming back to you. You responded with an enthusiastic yes.

He’d never left like this before - you’d never had a fight or had a moment where his emotions took over so badly. Of course you’d welcome him back, you’d never worried he would hurt you. Not anymore - not since he’d found this new happy medium between his two personas. Bruce clearly wasn’t as confident.

It was hard having him gone for those first few days of your new job at the university, and you’d wished he’d been there to laugh at some of the silly mistakes you had made. His bellowing chuckles were some of your favorite noises in the world.

Pulling up the driveway after classes were through, you saw Bruce’s car parked back in its normal place. Your stomach flipped, unsure what to expect, although you were mostly excited to see him.

You quietly opened the back door, walking into the kitchen. Taking off your heels, you heard soft, muffled classical music and smelled lavender and citrus. You smiled, heading straight to the master bath. The door was cracked open slightly, and you could see the warm glow of candles dancing across the shiny tile walls.

You knocked quietly on the door and pushed it open gently, just enough to stick your head inside. “Bruce?”

Bruce’s head was resting against the cool tile behind him, his eyes closed and his breathing regular. He must have just fallen asleep, his large frame filling most of the oversized jacuzzi tub. “Bruce?” You whispered again, awakening him from his dream. His warm eyes met yours, taking a moment to focus and register that you were really there. “Y/N, I -“ Bruce rested his hands on the side of the tub, beginning to push himself up to greet you. “No, no - stay there, you look so peaceful.” You nervously played with the hem of your untucked blouse.

“May I?” You lifted your hands to the top buttons of your blouse, pausing for Bruce’s approval. His adam’s apple bobbed in his throat as he nodded, adjusting his dark glasses up the bridge of his nose. You proceeded in unbuttoning your crisp white shirt, setting it off to the side. Your back was turned to the submerged Bruce, but you knew the slight shimmy of your hips as you stepped out of your skirt and panties would excite him.

You backed yourself over to the edge of the tub, presenting your back to Bruce. He loved unclasping your bra for you. He took pride in being able to do it with just a flick of his finger, and seeing the tension leave your back and shoulders filled him with warmth. You moved the straps down your shoulders and dropped it to the floor, reveling in the ease of domestic life with Bruce - even in this uncomfortable silence.

Lowering yourself into the bubbles across from him, you sighed. The last few days had been hard on you, you were worried about Bruce, had started your new job, and had been brainstorming on ways to reverse your boyfriend’s physical predicament. You stretched your legs out in front of you, resting them against Bruce’s thighs. He took one foot in his large hand, rubbing the arch with gentle pressure. Your eyes fluttered closed at the wonderful release.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry for how I reacted.” Bruce’s eyes were cast downwards in shame. “I was so upset with myself, I didn’t want to risk anything happening…” You interrupted him. “No, I overreacted. I shouldn’t have yelled at you. I’m just happy you’re back.” You poked him with your other foot, asking him to do the same magic there as well.

“Where did you go?” You asked timidly, not sure you really wanted to know the answer. “I just went to the tower - Tony left my room as-is…just in case.” You made a noise of acknowledgement, your fingers idly playing with the bubbles that adorned your chest.

“I never stopped thinking about you.” Bruce extended a hand, inviting you to come closer. You accepted, allowing him to pull you onto his lap. You wrapped your arms around his neck. “I was scared, Bruce.” He held your face in his hand, rubbing your cheek with his thumb. “I’m sorry. It’ll never happen again.”

You kissed him fiercely, as if you wanted him to stop talking before he gave any excuses or reasons to leave again. You couldn’t help the whimpers leaving your chest, three days was a long time for you two to be apart.

Bruce’s cock throbbed against you, eliciting a groan from the large man. “I missed you so much,” he mumbled, nipping and sucking at your neck and collar bone. Moving to straddle his waist, Bruce’s hands found your hips, helping hold you steady.

“I wanna try - I think I can do it - I wanna try.” You ground your hips against his hardening length, your breaths already ragged and uneven. You knew it would hurt, but you wanted to do this for him. You were certainly wet enough. “No, I don’t wanna hurt you, don’t-“

You had your mind made up. Your much smaller hand took Bruce’s from his waist, bringing it to your core. “Stretch me out, please. I need you.” He could never resist you. Slowly inserting one large digit, knuckle by knuckle, his eyes were trained on you, closely monitoring for any inkling of pain or discomfort. You were feeling nothing of the sort. Your head was thrown back, the stretch sending delicious shockwaves through your limbs.

“One more, please” you breathed. “Y/N, I-“ You shot him a look, like daggers from your irises. “One. More. Please.” Bruce sighed, closing his eyes for a moment. He adjusted his fingers, slowly adding a second, drawing a moan from deep inside you. “I think - I think I’m ready. Please - give it to me? Let me make you feel good. Please?”

“Baby, I’m not sure about this. Let’s just start here, you’re taking me so well, maybe next time, we gotta take it slow.” You whined, loudly, and bucked your hips down onto his two, thick fingers. The water of the tub splashed over the edge. “Don’t wan’ take it slow, Bruce. Wan’ you - your cock. Puhleeeaase, Bruce.”

“The minute anything starts to hurt, you have to tell me, okay? Promise?” You nodded your head vigorously before pulling him closer and kissing him in gratitude. Bruce slowly removed his digits, leaving you empty and clenching around nothing but the bath water.

Bruce’s eyes were dark with lust, but still maintained the warmth of his concern for you. He held your gaze as he aligned himself with your opening. Every millimeter seemed to take an hour, your breath hitching in your throat as you stretched further to accommodate him. Bruce held your hips tightly, trying to maintain control and composure as you took him so well. It had been years since he felt the velvety warmth of a woman around him.

Your fingers dug into his shoulders as he continued to move slowly and methodically. You focused on your breathing, in through your nose, out through your mouth - pushing out whines and whimpers along the way. You attempted to hide your face in the crook of his neck, but Bruce pushed you back, wanting to keep an eye on you. “You’re doing so well, my girl, look at you.”

Looking down, you expected to see that he had completely bottomed out inside you, but there was plenty more left to go. His hand held the base, not allowing you to go any further, if that was even possible. You smiled up at him, so proud of yourself, feeling so full.

Bruce’s heart swelled - and he could finally relax knowing you were okay…better than okay really. You began to rock your hips, exploring your body’s limits, feeling the push and pull of Bruce against your walls. It was worth the effort.

You established a comfortable rhythm, riding him slowly, but forcefully. The waves of now lukewarm water splashed around you, adding to the symphony of delicious noises you both were making - the feelings sending you both into nonverbal bliss. Bruce began to tense, and you weren’t far behind. The only one with a free hand, you reached down to access your clit, quickly sending shockwaves of pleasure ripping through you. You clenched down on Bruce’s girth as you climaxed, sending him over the edge with you. His guttural growl sent vibrations through your skin as he filled you up for the very first time. You collapsed into him, every muscle giving out from the pain and exertion.

Bruce held your weakened body in his arms, both of you exhausted beyond belief. The tub had turned cold and you began to shiver. Concerned, he held you tightly with one arm while he used the other to push himself out of the bath. You clung tightly to his neck as he walked you to the bedroom. Placing your down gently, he dried you off with a towel and handed you your robe to snuggle up into before returning to clean up the bathroom. Once you were dressed, you crawled back to the pillows aligned neatly on your bed and waited for Bruce to return.

Wrapped up in your fluffy robe, you nuzzled into Bruce’s chest. “Can I ask you a question?” Your fingers idly traced his chest, droplets of water still gripping the coarse hairs on his sternum. Bruce grunted in the affirmative, his eyelids were heavy the minute his head hit the pillow. “If you could, you know, switch back. Would you?”

Bruce hummed. “I mean, I’ve thought about it. Done some basic calculations, consulted with colleagues…but that was all before.”

“Before what?” You whispered, tipping your head to look up at him, his eyes still closed gently.

“Before you. Before our life together. Before I saw the way your eyes light up when I enter a room. You read about that sort of thing in books, right? But I never knew it was real. And me? Of all people? In this state?” You sat up, captivated by his words, tears welling up and blurring your vision. His eyes met yours, one hand tracing your spine, while the other held yours.

“So no. I’m not interested in changing back. I am Bruce Banner, I am the Hulk, and I love you.”

#saynotoshityouhate #for science #bruce banner angst #bruce banner x reader #bruce banner smut #professor hulk x reader #professor hulk #marvel smut #avengers fic

[monochromemedic]

I had been stuck in the Dark World for who knows how long. The days didn’t seem to matter down here. No sun, no moon, just the vibrant green grid that coated the sky that would twitch and surge with occasional frequency.  When I first got here, I fought hard to get back to the surface, to fight for any sense of normalcy, for home but after a while the dream began to fade. The options began to run dry when compared to the dangers that surrounded me. And so I settled. I survived. I searched for food, begged for shelter from kind Darkners. I did what I had to to live. The Queen was not an option. Whispers from Darkners told me how I was just what she was looking for, that would help her expand her reign to the Light World. As much as that would probably help me, I didn’t want to ruin the lives of others for the chance to see my family, as much as I missed them with every passing minute. The sound of bustling cars and the blinding lights of neon signs stung my senses, my palms pressing into my eyes to drown out what I could. Damn it this place never slept did it? There was always something, some sort of noise. Whatever bags I had under my eyes were probably made cartoonishly drastic with the lack of pure rest I was getting. ‘Supose it was better then being dead... My body felt heavy, and I knew I’d have to find a place to rest or I’d fall asleep mid crossing of a road and get run over by one of those goofy cars I’d seen. Maybe that wouldn’t be so bad... I recalled the time one of the car’s rear bumped into a fire hydrant (or at least I thought it was) and made a squeaking sound. The darkness of a certain alley called to me, the silence a sweet lullaby to the roaring around me. Was it dangerous? Oh yeah. Was it stupid? No shit. Was I going to do it? The shadows the engulfed me were perfect and if it wasn’t for the underlying stench of garbage it’d probably be ideal. Still beggars couldn’t be choosers and if tonight was good enough I would have to consider having this as my permanent sleeping spot. My back slid against the cool wall across from the dumpster, eyes half lidded as they read the advertisements littering above. Why the hell did the Queen have ads anyway, if she wanted she could monopolize any products she wanted... Despite the quiet I couldn’t shake the feeling that creeped down my spine. The presence of something other then myself around me. I tried to close my eyes, I was in the city after all. It’d be concerning if I didn’t feel like people were one second from crawling up my ass. Though I had to admit I didn’t expect to actually feel something begin to touch me. My eyes snapped open, elbow prodding into a blurry shape that yelped and tumbled backward, it’s grasp my on shoulder tearing a hole in my already worn shirt in the struggle. “Hey! What the hell?!” I barked, standing over the perpetrator. My shoulders slumped when I saw what looked to be a doll staring up at me with wide eyes, an over exaggerated smile permanently spread across it’s face. The creature’s jaw opened wider with a clack, it’s small body shooting upwards to stand on it’s small pointed feet. “WOAH WOAH WOAHAH- [Live worms]!”   The darkner’s voice was deafeningly loud, a shrill tone that cut the air like newly sharpened blades. “ I THOUGHT YOU WERE [Roadkill]. NICE TO KNOW I WON’T BE [Sleeping with the fishes] T0NIGHT!!” Well he had a certain way of speaking that was obvious. What the hell was going on with him, he talked like he was constantly being cut of random clips of other people speaking. He talked like a youtube poop or any other shitpost that would randomly shove memes into them for a quick laugh. “You thought I was dead? I was just... I was... uh.” I looked around me, eyeing the dirt and debris. “I was... going to sleep... here.”  Dammit, telling people I had to sleep in such ratty places were always a blow to the ego but I suppose it was better then saying ‘Oh I was just sitting down here to die’ The puppet shook his head and waltzed over to the dumpster, his small hand smacking the side with a sense of pride. “ [Finders keepers, losers weepers] HUMAN, YOU PICKED A GOOD SPOT. TOO BAD [so sadd] I GOT HERE FIRST. THOUGH FOR A DEAL I SUPPOSE I COULD [Share the love~]” “Got here first... what are you talking about?” The Darkner let out a laugh, distorted echoes filling the air as he leapt inside, a solitary hand popping out to beg me to come closer. This was a terrible idea, but despite my best judgement I followed, and witnessed what I could only describe to be a makeshift bed inside.  The puppet laid on top of musty mats and raggedy rugs, a single stained pillow resting just beneath his head. My god was he living in here? The creature continued his laugh, lurching only a few inches away from my face. “ [Sweet deal] ISN’T IT? J3ALOUS, [baby]?”  I shirked back, cheeks reddening at the tone of his last word. I was most defiantly not jealous, in fact I was filled with remorse, something his pride did not help with. “It’s... uh something. I guess this means I’ll have to find another alleyway um, sorry for bothering you-” “SPAMTON.” “What?” His hand shot out towards my chest, fingers wiggling for a handshake. “SP-SPA MTON G SPAMTON, [Number 1 rated salesmen 1997]” He announced, an extra flair of bravado laced his titled. His hand was surprisingly warm for what it was made of but nothing that would be described as body temperature.  “Jenna. Also 1997.” “WHAT A YEAR. LISTEN LIGHT nER, I AM DEALSMAN [yes/no?]” “Um... y-yes? I don’t-” “THEN LET ME MAKE A DEAL YEAH? FOR ONLY [many] KROMER, YOU MAY STAY IN MY [Privately owned] ALLEY. IT’S A REAL [steal] YOU’RE ROBBING ME [deaf] HERE!” My brows furrowed as I searched his face for any context clues for what the hell he was trying to say. Kromer? What the fuck was ‘kromer’? The only thing I knew of currency down here was dark dollars not kromer... even if he did ask for dark dollars he didn’t name a price, he just said many. And the amount of dark dollars I had was zero. “Uh I don’t have kromer. I don’t even have dark dollars I’m kinda broke Spamton, in case you couldn’t tell from uh...” I trailed off realizing saying that sleeping in an alley wasn’t a very smart thing to say to someone who slept in an alley.  He seemed surprised by my words, beginning to tug on my coat, flipping my pockets to see if I was really lying. I had to push his mitts off me a couple of times, to which he eventually got the idea the way his hands began to rub at his extended jaw. “NO KROMER... WHAT CAN YOU DO?” “What do you mean?” He seemed to sense my change in tone, his grin beginning to wobble nervously “[Whoopsie daisy!] LET ME START AGAIN. DO YOU HAVE A [trade]? A [skill] TO [Exchange for goods and services]?” he croaked. I eyed the ground, rubbing the back of my neck. What the hell was I good at again? “I mean, I can draw, I suppose...” “ARTIST? WOW OWOW!” Spamton’s face lit up before digging in the dumpster, pulling out a few napkins and a ball point pen and shoving them into my hands. “WHAT A [trade] TELL YOU WHAT. YOU DRAW A [one-of-a-kind masterpiece] AND YOU CAN STAY THE NIGHT!” “You’ll let me stay... if I draw something for you on this napkin. Am I getting that right?” The doll nodded feverishly, basically hovering over my shoulder as I played with the pen. This was certainly the weirdest way to pay someone that I could imagine... well no but one that was in the realm of reality. I had to ask Spamton to give me some space a few time, the feeling of his breath on  my neck making me more then nervous as I drew. God he was like those kids in school that would ask for drawings but ten times worse with the amount of personal space he’d give you. Besides I needed something to draw and with nothing on the mind why not draw the most interesting thing in front of me. I held the finished doodle out to Spamton only to have it snatched out of my fingers so fast I swore we could have started a fire. “WOAH...” The puppet sank inside of the dumpster, his face softening  as for once in what seemed like forever the alley way grew silent. “THIS IS... ME?” “Yeah. Sorry I didn’t know what to draw, you kind of put me on the spot. Besides everyone likes drawings of themselves right?” I shrugged, being pulled away from my thoughts by an overdramatic sniffle. Was he... crying? Not quite, just damn well close. Spamton’s shoulders quaked as a warm smile returned to his cheeks, slipping the napkin into his pocket with glee. “SO GOOD... THANK YOU.” “It’s really nothing, honestly that was a pretty shitty drawing.” “WHAT? YOU’RE [&#!^]ING ME! THAT WAS [BIG SHOT]” He was screaming again, hands gesturing wildly about. “It wasn’t but thank you. I wish I was better to be honest. I’m not very happy with my art, not at all.” I turned away from his gaze, unsure of why I was overcome by a choking sensation building my throat.  Why the hell was I telling this stranger this sort of stuff anyway? I mean I could hazard a guess it was the fact that this was the longest conversation I had had with anyone since I had gotten down here but with how things were it could be some magic power the doll possessed to tell him my deepest darkest secrets. “YOU DON’T THINK THIS IS [Big?]” “No.” “WHY NOT?” “I don’t know. I just... I think it doesn’t look the way I want it to. Doesn’t look good to me, and I don’t know how to fix it. Which I guess is a little funny considering how long I’ve been drawing. Just keep... drawing and drawing and never improving, least not how I’d like. It’s just garbage to me.” Spamton’s face seemed to fall, his glasses fading to a dark inky black.  “YOU FEEL? NO GOOD AT WHAT YOU DO? YOUR [passion]?”  “Yeah.” A laugh ripped from his chest, his head lolling back with each chuckle. I felt my soul began to crack, a shame flooding my body with how hard he seemed to laugh. Did he find this funny? Humorous?  I felt tears prick my eyes as I snapped my head back to glare at him, his head glitching back to stare back at me. “YOU’RE JUST LIKE ME, JENNA. A [slime] A REAL [slime]!” With a quick motion the puppet jumped to the ground, his hand resting against my arm as he spoke.  “YOU’RE A REAL [BIG SHOT] YOU KNOW THAT? STAY AS LONG AS YOUR [Greasy little heart] DESIRES!” Well... that was unexpected. He’d really let me stay here as long as I want cause I was pathetic? Or did he just feel sorry for me? What was going on? And why was he calling me a slime... or us a slime?  “Oh... uh thanks? I didn’t think I was being  much of a big shot whatever that is but I apricate it. Really.” His head clacked with every little nod, leading me to a pile of cardboard boxes and patting them with the grace of a car salesman. “BEST [Seat in the house] ALL FOR YOU. [Night night forever]!” Spamton beamed, awkwardly swaying side to side before stumbling back to the dumpster a few inches away and crawling inside of it, much like a wild animal. I couldn’t help but laugh a little. This guy was weird. Kinda creepy but also kind of funny. I honestly couldn’t pinpoint a feeling on him but at least he didn’t want to hurt me just make weird ass deals and make me ‘big’. Did that mean famous? Was this guy so into my art he wanted to be some sort of manager? I rubbed my eyes and let out a yawn, the excitement of the day finally beginning to fade. God I forgot how tired I was, that little guy made me feel like I was gonna go into fight or flight.  “Hey Spamton?” “YES?” his voice echoed from inside the metal container. “...Thank you.”

#self insert #spamton #vent #idk im just thinking #just wanted something to do

[rentsturner]

Jealous | Obi Wan Kenobi

req: Congrats on 300, Liv!!!!! I'm so proud of you! May I request 16 with Obi? 16 - claiming you

wc: 1.7k

warnings: modern!au, creepy behaviour from a side character, hint of self deprecating thoughts, obi being a little possessive and jealous but in a hot way. Fluff at the end.

a/n: this started as a blurb but it got too long . Thank you Brit for helping me with this idea. Sorry it’s taken so long.

The bar was packed, the chatter and bustle of a Saturday night almost drowning out the thumping beat of music playing from large speakers. You and Obi-Wan had been invited out for a friend’s engagement celebration, expecting to find a small gathering when you got there but instead being faced with an enormous party in full flow. But you’d taken it in your stride, catching up with all your friends, exchanging stories and jokes, and soon time was flying by.

Obi-Wan was engrossed in a game of pool with Anakin, leaving you to fend for yourself for a while. It was fine of course, you were perfectly comfortable with your friends, and you knew how often he missed out on spending time with his own mates. So you had taken yourself over to the bar to get another Diet Coke, sliding onto the stool and grabbing the server’s attention.

A rustle of clothing alerts you to another man’s presence at your side, a clipped voice straining to be heard through the bar’s non-stop noise.

‘I’ll have what they’re having.’

You had hoped to be left alone while picking up your drink, but you could feel this man's gaze burning into the side of your head. With a silent huff of indignation, you turn towards the newcomer and you’re faced with brown eyes, dark buzzed hair with a few nicks at his temple, clean shaven angular jaw and cheekbones, and a wide grin.

‘Hey, how have you been? You remember me, right?’

The man continues grinning, arms opening outwards and he turns his body towards you. No. You don’t remember him. You stare at his face a little harder, wracking your brain for a name. After a few seconds, you recognise the man as one of Padme’s friends. Michael? Matthew, maybe?

‘I’m Mitchell? Mitchell Connor?’

Mitchell looks at you with wide eyes, seemingly upset that you’d forgotten him. You nod quickly, not wanting to cause a fuss.

‘Of course, Mitchell, hi.’

You offer a small smile and he takes it gratefully, offering to buy you another drink and making conversation. He asks you about your life, your job, your family, even your opinion on politics. He barely gives you time to breathe with his onslaught of questions. But you answer dutifully, Mitchell seems friendly enough. Even if he is weirdly interested in your taste in men.

Thirty minutes later and Mitchell is still talking to you. You had left the bar a while ago and wandered over to Mace and Padme, talking to them in an attempt to throw off Mitchell. But it hadn't worked. He’d just tagged along and slotted himself into the conversation, standing next to you and inching ever so slightly closer as the minutes passed by.

Padme gave you a confused look from across the small circle, gesturing to Mitchell with a questioning gaze. Her brows furrowed in concern. She was your best friend, after all, and she could tell Mitchell was getting on your nerves.

‘Where’s Obi?’ she mouthed silently at you.

You just shrugged and looked away, not wanting to draw Mitchell’s attention to you even more. He was getting uncomfortably close now. You shuffled to the side a little, but he just followed you. You could see his arm in the corner of your eye, twitching slightly by his side as if he was tempted to take your hand in his. The idea of it made you shiver, and not in a good way.

Where was Obi-Wan? Surely his game of pool had finished by now. You looked around, trying to find that familiar head of auburn hair but the room was so packed in some places it was hard to tell where one person ended and another began. An unbridled thought rushed through your head. What if Obi had seen someone else at the party? Someone better looking than you, more interesting? What if -

A strong arm suddenly wrapped around your waist, pulling you back into a lean muscled chest. You jumped slightly, squirming out of the grip as you thought it was Mitchell pulling you closer. But instead a soft, welcome voice whispered into your ear.

‘Are you alright, darling? You seem a little nervous.’

A sigh of relief left your chest and you turned to look at Obi’s familiar face, his eyes bright with concern and his hair hanging slightly out of place. The pool game must have gotten competitive. You just squeeze his forearm tightly in reassurance and whisper an affirmation.

‘I’m fine.’

A small smile. You don’t want Obi to worry, not when he’s obviously been having a good time.

‘And who’s this then?’

Mitchell’s voice is too loud, too intrusive, even though it’s paired with that wide grin. A fake grin, you’re sure of it. Obi-Wan’s arm tightens around your waist and he seems to draw himself up to his full height, obviously confused to why this man is so comfortable with getting close to you. You can feel his heart begin to thud violently against your back. Obi-Wan had never seemed like the jealous type to you, but apparently you had assumed wrong. Maybe he’s realised that this overbearing stranger is the source of your concern. But Obi stays silent and just watches Mitchell as they both wait for you to answer.

‘Obi-Wan, this is Mitchell. Mitchell, Obi-Wan. My boyfriend.’

You emphasise the ‘boyfriend’ as much as you can without making it too obnoxious, hoping that Mitchell gets the idea. He doesn’t, of course.

‘Well, we were just talking about ideal partners actually. It seems me and y/n have got a lot in common.’ Mitchell smirks.

Your jaw drops. Did he seriously just say that? You absolutely have nothing in common. You grit your teeth in frustration. What an idiot.

You can practically feel the hostility rolling off Obi-Wan as he takes in Mitchell’s words. His other arm comes to wrap round your waist, pulling you into him even tighter. Obi’s jaw clenches as he looks Mitchell up and down with furrowed brows, before slowly turning to you.

‘Don’t you think it's time that we were leaving, love?’

Obi’s voice is raised slightly, making sure Mitchell can hear him. He kisses your cheek softly, tilting his head so that his stubble nuzzles against your skin as he stares sternly at Mitchell, who has decided to speak again.

‘You don’t want to stay longer? We were having fun -’

Mitchell stops suddenly as he watches your boyfriend’s attention turn to your ear. Obi-Wan’s actions are slow and deliberate as he kisses the lobe, moving up the edge and letting his bottom lip drag obscenely over the skin, eliciting a shiver that runs up your spine. You have to stifle the moan threatening to leave your mouth. Obi-Wan nips the cartilage at the top of your ear, his tongue darting out to sooth the bite before finally pulling back. He stares Mitchell dead in the eye with a devilish smirk, almost daring him to continue talking, daring him to make his move. But for the first time in the whole night, Mitchell’s mouth closes and no more words come out.

‘We’re perfectly fine thank you.’ Obi’s voice is a purr in your ear, seemingly friendly, but the notes are dripping with an unspoken threat towards Mitchell. ‘Aren’t we, darling?’

You turn, kissing Obi’s stubbled cheek happily and taking in Mitchell’s equally shocked and annoyed expression with a burst of satisfaction. You’d never seen this side to Obi-Wan before, usually such a gentleman, but tonight his possessive side was coming out. And you were loving it.

‘Yes. Let’s go.’

You push past Mitchell as he stumbles back, seemingly lost for words after Obi-Wan’s display. Quickly, you offer your goodbyes to all your friends, promising to speak soon. And then Obi is leading you out into the fresh air, the claustrophobic atmosphere of the bar left behind as you step into the cool car park. Obi chuckles, swinging your hands up and down as you walk.

‘He seemed to like you. A little too much’

‘Tell me about it!’

You were glad that Obi had calmed down a little now, all too aware of how tense he had been only minutes ago. But there are subtle signs; the clutch on your hand that was just slightly tighter than usual, the shaky exhale of breath steaming in the cold air, the slightly wild look to his usually composed countenance. They were all signs that remnants of adrenaline were still rushing through Obi-Wan’s veins. He’d never say it out loud, but you knew that Obi still got insecure about your relationship sometimes, the fear of losing you for good always present in his mind. Sometimes he just needed a bit of reassurance.

You cup his face in your hands, tugging him down slightly so you’re face to face. His eyes are deep pools of blue, staring into yours, just tempting you to dive into their depths. So you dive.

‘You know I love you, right?’

Obi-Wan’s cheeks flush a light pink, a grin spreading across his face as he moves his hands to mirror yours. His hands are cold against your skin but you shiver into his touch, craving more contact, more of him. He rubs his thumb over your cheekbone before leaning in to press a chaste kiss on your forehead.

‘And i love you too, my darling.’

An idea pops into your mind and you grin widely in excitement.

‘Movie night?’

You look up at Obi-Wan with the wide eyes that he can never resist. Not that he would want to say no anyway. Obi’s love of cheesy rom-com is notorious among your group of friends, and you had spent many evenings cuddled under a mountain of blankets and pillows, crunching on salty popcorn and giggling through all of your favourite films. He’s a true romantic at heart.

Strong hands pull you into a warm hug and you can feel Obi-Wan’s deep laugh vibrating in his chest as you rest your head there, his woollen jumper soft against your cheek. It’s warm and it’s comfy and it smells of him.

‘Of course. It’s been a while since I watched 10 Things I Hate About You anyway.’

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[ahgaseda]

aura | one

driving me crazy, look in my eyes, follow me, come here, dance with me now, I’m gonna make you feel like that...

summary : back again at a camp for kids that can’t behave, you are still brokenhearted over your ill-fated romance with Jaebeom, until your friend Jackson offers to help make your ex jealous in exchange for helping him land the most unattainable girl at camp.

warnings : strong profanity, explicit dialogue, recurring alcohol or recreational drug use, graphic sexual content, brief mentions of illegal activities, potentially triggering elements involving toxic relationships and emotional manipulation, etc.

miniseries chapters : one / two / three / four / five / six / seven

The sun was too bright. Rays pierced the gossamer curtains and shone into your eyes. You vaguely recollected your mother bursting in and throwing the windows open, ordering you to get up. Now, the sun had risen and you were cutting it close.

With a grumble, you threw the blanket over your head and rolled over, eager to sleep the day away. And maybe tomorrow, too.

Being in a constant state of denial and dread was exhausting.

Slowly, you drifted back into a dream. Well, maybe less a dream and more a memory. Perhaps it was all a fantasy at this point, the way you recounted it, lingering on only the good parts.

You remembered every insignificant detail of that night - the night you reached your greatest high and deepest low in the span of an hour. The moon had been full and the crickets were singing. The air had cooled from its typical summer heat, but the dirt was warm beneath your bare toes.

Sneaking off in the middle of the night with a boy. You would have never in your wildest dreams done something so reckless.

But he said he wanted to watch the stars and kiss you beneath the moonlight. Endlessly. You escaped with him down the beaten path, his hand wrapped tightly around yours. Then, he backed you against a tree and kissed you like he had completely run out of patience.

You remembered smiling against his mouth, giggling when his tongue teased your bottom lip. Your hands were on his shoulders while he cradled your face. At some point, you broke away and he stared at the sparkles in your eyes.

“I love you,” was all he said. The first of many lies.

You followed him. It didn’t matter where he went, you were ready to follow him off the edge of the earth if he asked. Jaebeom held you so tenderly, yet tight and secure. You had no hesitations and certainly no regrets when he laid you on your back, kissing you restlessly.

But it was a lie.

You moaned his name when Jaebeom pressed his lips to your neck. You could still remember how your heart thundered uncontrollably whilst he tongued his way between your breasts. You had never wanted someone as badly as you wanted Jaebeom. The boy who made you fall in love with him.

But it was all a lie.

Even the way you whimpered when he took you was a persistent echo in your mind. The noises he had drawn from you were carnal, to say the least. His skin was hot beneath your fingertips, his hair damp when you tangled your hand through his strands, and his naked body heavy on top of yours. He kissed you with such gentle affection when he buried himself inside you.

But it was still a lie.

You truly believed he was making love to you, every last inch of you. He was all you knew in that moment. With Jaebeom, you lived like there was no tomorrow. And you would never forget the way his face tensed with ecstasy, how he groaned your name when he filled you. All you cared about in that moment was his pleasure - his love. It was all you ever wanted.

But it was his biggest lie.

You opened your eyes, tears escaping down your cheeks, and forced away the bitter memories. Every beautiful moment spent with Jaebeom kept coming back and you wanted to set them all aflame until you forgot every single fucking detail.

You remembered how he smelled, how he felt. How his arms flexed around you when he hugged you close. How he smiled when he made you laugh. How he kissed your hand at the most random of times. How he whispered his love into the sensitive skin beneath your ear.

Your heart couldn’t take it anymore. What was once sugar on your tongue turned to ash and dust in your mouth. You didn’t think you were capable of this much pain.

Jaebeom had taught you a very hard lesson. And yet, though you would never admit it to anyone, you still loved him.

Suddenly, the door to your bedroom burst open and a familiar voice announced, “Rise and shine, dear!”

It belonged to your best friend, your childhood rival, and most inconveniently, your next door neighbor.

“Jackson,” you groaned, muffled against your pillow. “Not now. Go away.”

“Baby, you know we on a schedule,” he chirped with the speed of a man who had already ingested too much coffee, grabbing your comforter and ripping it off the bed without mercy.

You cried out at the unexpected cold on your bare legs, curling into the fetal position to try and trap some warmth to your body. You then bounced lightly on the mattress as Jackson leapt into the air and landed on your bed in the most spectacular fashion.

His face moved predictably before yours, inches away, and he was sporting a grin that could be filed under Jackson’s trademarked twisted delight. “It’s camp day,” he said excitedly.

You blinked. “I know.”

Jackson sat up and reached over to smack your butt. “Get up,” he yelled, sidling off your bed. “Breakfast will get cold.”

You huffed profanities under your breath and clambered after him.

Downstairs, your mother and stepfather sat at the kitchen table. Maids attended to them, waiting on their every move. Such was commonplace in the penthouses of preternaturally wealthy people.

“Ah, I knew you could handle it, Jackson,” your mother crooned.

Jackson plopped down at one end of the table, opposite your stepfather with his nose buried in a newspaper. You finished tying the knot of your fluffy bathrobe and took the empty seat across from your mother.

“Everything is packed and loaded in the car,” she informed, her tone a little harsher where you were concerned.

“I promise, Mom,” you began, eyes cast downward. “I won’t go back there again.”

It was true. You were so caught up in negative ways of coping that by the time you realized you were going to get yourself sent back to the one place you would be forced to see Jaebeom again, it was too late.

“Well, if only you had found that resolve last year,” she chided, stabbing a piece of melon with her fork.

You clocked a glance at your friend. Jackson happily stuffed his face, eating everything in sight. Despite living in the penthouse next to yours, with his equally wealthy parents, Jackson opted to eat at your table more often than not.

Preferably so he wouldn’t have to listen to his parents fighting.

“Can we expect the same promise from you, Jackson?” your mother asked, as if she were speaking to her favorite puppy.

She always did love Jackson. He was like the son she never had. Although, in her defense, it wasn’t hard to love Jackson. He was the golden child that every mother’s wet dream was made of.

“Absolutely not,” he retorted politely, grinning from ear to ear. “Some of my closest friends are at that camp.”

Your mother chuckled, having expected as much.

Your stepfather finally lowered the corner of his paper and called your name sternly, as if oblivious - or uncaring - to the conversation taking place.

You glanced up.

“Eat your food. It’s a long drive and I’ll hear nothing of you getting faint on your first day.”

Jackson and your mother both looked to you expectantly.

You flashed him a soft smile and said, “Yes, sir.”

Stepfather number three, despite having more money than God, was surprisingly kind and considered you one of his own. There was a time you overheard him say you were the daughter he always wanted. His three sons had far surpassed mischief and landed in deviance, always on the hunt for his money.

The maid offered sweetly to make you some breakfast, whatever you would like, and you accepted. Jackson swiftly reached over and pinched your cheek in approval.

Most respectable parents would never be so lenient toward a friendship between a girl and a boy, but you knew your mother was hoping you and Jackson would get together. It would be a fine match in high society, given the status of your fathers.

Matter of fact, when she walked in on the two of you eating chocolate and watching movies while cuddled in bed, she was thoroughly disappointed you weren’t having sex.

When you finished eating, you dragged your feet upstairs to your room to get dressed for the trip. Jackson took a few extra minutes to clear his plate and then joined you.

Standing in front of three full panel mirrors in your bra and underwear, you alternated holding skirts up to yourself in the reflection. Jackson folded his arms and leaned against the doorframe.

“What does one wear for total humiliation?” you asked dryly, meeting his eyes in the mirror.

“Plaid probably,” he quipped, uncrossing his arms and slipping into your closet.

You turned, brow furrowed, and waited for him to come back.

When Jackson finally emerged, he tossed you a t-shirt and jeans. Casual at its finest.

You caught the clothes and surveyed them in surprise. “Really?”

“Put ‘em on,” he said, clapping his hands. “Let’s blow this town.”

You pulled the extra tight jeans on, fastening them with a huff, and pestered, “Do you have to be this excited?”

Jackson came close, taking your face between his hands and pushing your cheeks together. “The sooner we get there, the faster we can get drunk.”

You snickered, rolling your eyes.

The two of you came thundering down the stairs, reminiscent of times you and Jackson slid down the banisters as noisy kids. Your mother waited stiffly at the door, almost cracking a smile when you galloped into the kitchen and pressed a kiss in farewell to your stepfather’s cheek.

She may have been after his money like a cat on a mouse, but she inadvertently found a decent father for her only daughter.

Jackson said his hurried, loud goodbyes and slipped through the open door. You slowed down long enough to take your jacket from your mother’s waiting hand and endure one last scrutinizing gaze.

“Is he seeing someone?” she asked softly.

“Nope,” you chuckled, having expected some backhanded remark about your outfit.

Your mother spoke like she read a whimsical poem, “The two of you would make the most perfect couple this side of the Hudson.”

“Love you, too, Mom,” you teased, pecking a kiss on her cheek and trotting out the door.

The limousine rolled out onto the busy streets of New York City and you peered through the tinted windows. You watched as the looming skyscrapers turned to towering green trees.

As the drive went on, your nerves only grew.

With misplaced optimism, you turned to Jackson and said, “Maybe he won’t be there this year.”

Jackson didn’t even look up from his magazine and droned, “He’s been there every year since he was seven.”

You slumped in your seat, defeated. Clapping a hand on your forehead in self-chastisement, you groaned, “I should have been better, not worse.”

Jackson shifted, leaning back against you and resting his head on your chest. “I’ve never seen you so out of control,” he exclaimed, turning a page in the magazine. “And that says a lot.”

It said plenty. Jackson had warned you about Jaebeom many, many times. Though you held his opinion in high regard, you didn’t listen. You were blinded by love and had no one to blame but yourself.

You grabbed a handful of his brown hair and tugged playfully, earning a tiny whine. “Yeah, well,” you murmured, acerbic. “He stole all of the goodness out of me.”

Jackson scoffed and his tone became stern, “Don’t give him so much credit. And don’t put all of your goodness on your virginity, for fuck’s sake.”

You sighed loudly, thinking about Jaebeom and how he made your pulse race, how he sent fire racing down your spine. The thought of him made you want to cry and you quickly clenched your jaws.

“It’s true though, isn’t it? I’m a bad girl now,” you countered, draping your arm over his chest. “I surrendered my virtuous flower to a boy who added another notch to his bed post.”

Of your memories with Jaebeom, and they were countless, among the stolen kisses and soft touches and sweet words, one stood out above all the rest. The last time you saw him - when he told you it was all a lie, just a game.

That he never loved you.

Jackson sat up, setting down his magazine and facing you. He could feel where your thoughts had wandered, screaming at him to ease the pain despite no words leaving your mouth. Meeting your eyes, Jackson wanted you to hear him even though the two of you had been over it many times already.

“You loved him,” he said, sympathetic but firm. “And he made it a good experience for you. Take that away from it.”

“You’re right,” you replied with a nod, holding back the tears and the quivering of your lip. “I need to let it go.”

Jackson cocked his head and pressed, “But?”

He knew you too well.

“But I can’t,” you whispered, lowering your head to hide your face in shame. “I can’t get over being in love with someone who never - not even for a moment - loved me back.”

Jackson balled his hands into fists. It had taken every inch of his goddamn restraint not to hop a plane, show up at Lim Jaebeom’s house, and beat the living shit out of him. You and his mother were the only people he was willing to go to jail for.

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you wiped away the one tear that had escaped. You hated Jackson having to see you like this, staring at you like his precious wounded puppy. With a shrug, you gave a scoff and said, “I wonder who he will have his eyes on this year.”

Jackson frowned and settled back into his seat, shaking his head where the likes of Jaebeom was concerned. He knew three months of unadulterated fun for him were going to be total misery for you. For days he racked his brain over what he could do to help you get over Jaebeom.

Then, the metaphorical light bulb clicked over his head. Who would Jaebeom be pursuing this year? With you crossed off his list, there were simply no more challenges to be had.

Jackson smirked. The solution to this problem was clear as day. He would have to make Jaebeom chase you again.

“I have an idea,” Jackson muttered under his breath, eyes gleaming with devilish intent.

“Oh, boy,” you laughed, recognizing his telltale mischief.

Jackson faced you, propping himself on hands positioned at either side of your legs. “You help me bag Yeona and I will help you make Jaebeom jealous,” he said, letting his tongue linger at the corner of his mouth.

Your expression registered nothing but surprise. Yeona was the bane of Jackson’s romantic skills and the eye of his conquests for years. She was the only girl at camp not the least bit impressed with him and that drove him crazy.

At that thought you realized the similar dynamic. “Do you think that would work?” you asked curiously, piqued.

Relieved to see your approval, Jackson nodded. “He’s like me. He wants what he can’t have.”

To some degree, Jackson added in his head. He and Jaebeom had totally different motivations for stealing hearts.

You questioned in disbelief, “So… what? We just walk around making out all the time?”

Jackson snorted. “Within moderation, obviously. Don’t want to completely turn off either of our targets.”

One of the main reasons you never hooked up with Jackson (on more than one occasion you had been tempted) was to spite your insufferable mother after what she had put you through. That being said, you had kissed him more than once. Usually when dared to do so at parties or during sleepovers when you bared your deepest, darkest secrets to each other. It was always innocent, but this felt forbidden and impure.

You loved the idea.

“Hm, okay,” you said, noncommittal. “At this point, I’ll do anything to make him as miserable as I am.”

Jackson grinned and chuckled. “Take my word for it. There is nothing more miserable than blue balls.”

You pursed your lips, mulling, “He’s already had me. He won’t want me again.”

“I’ll convince him you’re worth having,” Jackson replied, his voice a deep rumble in his throat. “And you’ll do the same to Yeona about me.”

“What makes you think Yeona will be that hard to get? You’ve never really pursued her before.”

Jackson slid to the edge of the seat and reached for a bottle of alcohol currently sitting on ice. “She doesn’t believe in sex before marriage.”

That explained why he threw in the towel so quickly. You cocked a brow and chuckled, “Really?”

Jackson nodded, popping open the bottle of champagne and grabbing two glasses. “Yeah, even wears a promise ring.”

“Wow, that’s commitment,” you smarted, taking the flute of bubbly he extended to you.

Jackson glanced up briefly before pouring his own glass, hair falling in his eyes, and said, “Don’t wallow in self-pity again.”

You rolled your eyes and quickly defended, “No, I’m not. It’s just… I wasn’t saving myself for marriage, but I was saving myself for someone that loved me.”

Jackson exhaled loudly.

You hated hearing his disappointment and ranted irritably, “I don’t know what all the fuss is about. It wasn’t even good. There was no leg shaking orgasm. It was messy and uncomfortable and whatever.”

“That’s because it was your first time,” Jackson said, putting the glass to his lips.

You took a sip. “Yeah, I guess.”

Jackson leaned on his side, sizing you up. His eyes drifted up and down your body. He hated seeing you bent out of shape over a boy, least of all hot garbage like Lim Jaebeom.

After a pause, the following words dripped like honey off his tongue, “We could fool around, you know.”

You almost choked on your champagne, wondering if you heard him clearly or if it was a figment of your imagination. You exclaimed, “What?”

“You and me,” Jackson continued, sidling closer. “I could show you what all the fuss is about.”

He sounded so smug when he said that, his voice even deeper. You swallowed at the offer and asked, “Would that be awkward?”

“No, it would just be sex. No strings attached.”

The knife in your heart twisted and you peered at him. “Could you make me forget about Jaebeom?”

Jackson leaned in. “Baby, I could make you see stars.”

Heat flushed behind your cheeks and you glanced away, faltering under the sudden tension in the limousine. “I’ll think about it,” you finally told him.

Satisfied, Jackson grinned and made himself comfortable, opening the magazine again and proceeding to read.

You surveyed Jackson out of the corner of your eye, lingering on his thick thighs. Years of fencing had built him strong, sturdy. When Jackson said he could make you see stars, you were inclined to believe him.

Especially since the vast majority of his exes tended to brag about how good he was in bed.

You thought about Jaebeom. You wanted him to go crazy at the sight of you in Jackson’s arms. You craved revenge, to serve him a taste of his own medicine, no matter what it cost.

The car eventually came to a stop on the gravel road. Attendants were ready to unload your luggage and transport it to your respective rooms. It may have been a camp for unruly brats, but said brats came from very affluent parents.

An older woman stood by the gate, black hair glistening a little too fiercely in the sunlight. Clearly she had sprayed dye on her graying roots.

“Ah, you two again,” she grimaced at yours and Jackson’s approach.

You took the keys from her outstretched hand and continued on your way without a word. Jackson on the other hand, leaned in with puckered lips and jeered, “Always a pleasure, Miss Hamm.”

“Hmph.”

You continued on the path with your best friend in tow. Your cabin was in sight, on the bluff beside the lake. Jackson’s was adjacent, slightly lower down. Your parents made sure you had the same spots each year, always furnished and equipped with everything you needed.

Some of the campers lived in bunkhouses with other roommates, but not you. Your first year, you swore to your mother if you were forced to bunk with other girls you would not stop until you got yourself sent home. It was an easy compromise to make. She loved traveling during the summer with stepfather number two.

You stopped and pivoted to Jackson, saying, “I’m gonna go freshen up.”

“Alright,” he replied. “Meet at the mess hall?”

Naturally his mind was on food, you mused. “Of course.”

Jackson looped an arm around your waist and pulled you in for a hug, whispering in your ear, “Don’t hide in there from him. Remember - I got your back.”

You nodded, leaning in to kiss his cheek in gratitude.

The two of you broke away at the fork in the road, taking opposite paths to your cabins.

Dropping your purse, you plopped down on the brand new mattress, gripping the sides and looking down at your shoes. The air conditioning had been turned on, the cabin had already cooled off. You would never know how hot it was outside whilst inside your pink-themed prison.

The camp was meant to reform. It didn’t matter that you were a legal adult, you still belonged to a rich and influential family in high society. It was like the parents knew their spoiled, entitled children would indulge in bad behaviors, therefore it was best they did so in controlled environments.

You already imagined the endless nights of booze and debauchery awaiting you for the next three months. Maybe it was time you embraced the darker side of life like you used to, rather than wasting away and pining over a boy.

Rising from the bed, you approached the nearby bathroom and braced your hands on the sink. Studying your reflection, you wanted to curse. You looked like a shadow of your former self.

The girl you knew was confident, vivacious, and a rebel to the core. You were quieter now, tempered. An experience like last summer had opened your eyes to how cruel the world really was.

Still, you were ready to buck up. Jackson had a plan and you were willing to execute if it meant you would have some kind of absolution. Splashing water on your face, you dabbed your cheeks with a cloth and headed outside.

The largest of the buildings, the mess hall was loud and chaotic. The majority of kids went straight to the line for food, hungry after a long trip. The place was alive with a hundred different conversations, varying levels of chatter. Friends reunited dramatically in the aisleways.

You searched for a friendly face, desperate to avoid Jaebeom for now, and spotted a head of platinum hair. Approaching the scrawny boy, you grabbed a handful of blond locks and teased, “Bam, I thought you were gonna let your poor scalp breathe?”

Bambam didn’t flinch at the brief tug on his head and turned to meet your grin with one of his own. “Hey, beautiful,” he exclaimed, leaping up to envelope you in a warm hug. “Thought you were gonna try and avoid this place for once?”

“Yeah, well,” you said coolly with a shrug. “Bad behaviors are hard to break.”

“You’re telling me,” huffed Bambam as he lowered back onto the row with you at his side. “I landed myself back here in the first week of the semester.”

You laughed, smoothing down where you had disrupted his hair. “I expect nothing less.” Looking across the table, you met eyes with Bambam’s best friend and partner in crime, Yugyeom, and greeted, “Hey, Yugy.”

“Hi. I’m glad you came back! Well, not glad, obviously, but…,” Yugyeom rambled, cheeks reddening. “Happy you’re here. You know, it wouldn’t be the same without you.”

“Thanks,” you replied shyly.

“Any sign of Jackson?” Bambam asked, glancing around. “Don’t you always come together?”

Yugyeom kindly pushed his plate of fruit in your direction and you thanked him. “Yeah, we did. He was supposed to meet me here,” you answered, popping a grape in your mouth.

“Probably sneaking a smoke with Mark,” Bambam grumbled quietly under his breath.

Yugyeom cleared his throat loudly, looking at something behind you.

Just as you turned around, brows stitched, someone sat at your side.

It was Jaebeom.

He didn’t face the table like the rest of you, he straddled the seat, squarely in your direction.

“Hi, baby girl. Imagine my surprise when I heard about all the trouble you got yourself into,” Jaebeom taunted, clicking his tongue in feigned reproach. His fingertips came to your temple, slipping through your loose hair and tucking it behind your ear.

You couldn’t breathe and you certainly couldn’t think. Your heart was pounding in your chest. He smelled so good. The mere touch of his fingers made you freeze in place. You wanted nothing more than to throw your arms around him and bury your face in the crook of his neck.

“I…,” you trailed, hesitating, lost for words. What the hell were you supposed to say?

I love you, but I hate you.

“What’s the matter, baby?” Jaebeom cooed, stroking a finger over your cheek. “Cat got your tongue?”

You could feel the tears gathering in your eyes. Even Yugyeom seethed at how Jaebeom was toying with you.

This was the humiliation you had been anticipating and dreading. You knew Jaebeom wouldn’t pass up the opportunity to remind you that he stole your heart and your virginity and left you with nothing.

The whole camp knew that you had given it up. That you had been such a fool to believe for a second that Jaebeom loved you.

Blind. Blind. Blind, you chanted in your head.

Jackson appeared out of thin air, grabbing Jaebeom’s wrist and pulling him from you. “Can I help you find something?” your best friend snapped.

Jaebeom rose, agitated at being challenged. “The fuck are you doing, Wang?”

Jackson drifted closer to Jaebeom, aggressive. “Keep your hands off my girl.”

Jaebeom’s eyes widened. “Your girl?”

“You heard me,” Jackson hissed, turning to you.

You remembered the game. Jackson’s eyes were expectant.

Finding your voice, you took a breath. “I’m so sorry to break the news to you, Jaebeom,” you began softly, rising from your seat and backing into Jackson, who didn’t miss a beat in wrapping his arms possessively around you. “I’ve moved onto bigger and better things. And I mean much, much bigger.”

Bambam beat his fist on the table, cackling wildly.

Jaebeom scowled, but there was skepticism bold in his eyes. Jackson promptly wiggled his brows and stroked his hands on your waist, intentionally making your shirt ride up.

“Now, if you’ll excuse us,” you sang, interlacing your fingers with Jackson’s underneath the hem of your shirt. “We’re gonna go make out in the hallway. Seeing Daddy get territorial really does it for me.”

Jackson wagged his tongue at Jaebeom, gladly laughing at his expense, as you squeezed his hand and proceeded to drag your best friend behind you into the hallway.

Jaebeom watched you go, eyes narrowed. Something didn’t sit right with him. He had known you for years, Jackson too. He couldn’t imagine driving you into Jackson’s arms. Not with how fierce and loyal your friendship was.

He didn’t believe it for a second.

Once in the clear, you backed against the wall and giggled. “Oh my god, did you see his face?” you exclaimed, covering your mouth as you chuckled.

Jackson tickled your sides and joked, “Look at your little sick and twisted self. I’m so proud.”

The door next to you opened and like clockwork, Jaebeom stepped out.

The grin vanished from your face in an instant and you quickly grabbed Jackson by the collar, yanking him forward. Jackson collided into you none too gently and grunted, silenced only by your lips suddenly on his.

Jaebeom could hardly believe his eyes. There you were, swept up in Jackson’s arms with your tongue down his throat. He was green with fucking envy. It had taken him a whole summer to open you up and now you were throwing yourself at Jackson of all people.

Jackson slipped his hands beneath your shirt and roamed his hands up your sides, giving Jaebeom a glimpse of your soft skin. You overlapped your arms around his head, making little noises in the heat of his kisses.

Jaebeom felt a twitch in his pants at the sounds you made. That was supposed to be him. You were supposed to be in his arms, kissing him like he was all you had thought about every day since he ripped your heart out and crushed it in his hand for all to see.

“Pfft,” Jaebeom snorted, hiding his jealousy. “Glad I could break her in for you, Jacks.”

Neither of you heard him, which was lucky for Jaebeom because Jackson would not have hesitated to beat him to a bloody pulp.

Jaebeom cleared out. He couldn’t stand to watch anymore. Not when he had spent every day wondering if you would forgive him. Jaebeom shook his head as he continued down the hall, reminded what a stupid fucking mistake he had made.

Kissing Jackson made you forget what you were doing, where you were, and basically any and all information you were meant to be processing at the moment. Finally a sense of clarity hit you, though you had no earthly clue where it had come from.

Breaking away, you panted, “Okay, if we’re gonna do this, we have to lay down some ground rules.”

Jackson kneaded your waist and nipped at your lips, ever flirtatious. His voice came out a rasp when he said, “Give ‘em to me.”

“No sleeping around,” you told him sternly. “I’ve never had a sexually transmitted disease and I’m not starting now.”

Jackson bobbed his head, eager to kiss you again. “Deal.”

“When you get Yeona or I get Jaebeom, what’s between us is done.”

“Agreed.”

You softened, pulling him close for a brief, innocent peck on the lips. It wasn’t the first time you had kissed Jackson and it wouldn’t be the last.

But you realized when you were kissing Jackson, you forgot about Jaebeom and your feelings.

And that was dangerous.

“You’re my best friend,” you whispered delicately, tracing hair from his brow lightly with your fingers. “If either of us starts getting feelings, we shut this down.”

Jackson studied you a moment. He knew he loved you. He had loved you a long time. But it was an innocent love, not a complicated one. You were the only person he trusted with his heart. The only person he knew would never hurt him.

He wouldn’t catch feelings for you, would he? It wasn’t in his nature. He didn’t allow himself to get attached romantically. He hated the idea of commitment or monogamy, after seeing what his parents’ marriage had devolved into.

“Got it,” Jackson finally said, offering a gentle smile.

You swallowed, putting a hand on his chest and pushing him back. Jaebeom was gone. There was no one to convince anymore.

Jackson let his hands slip from your body. “We should go back.”

You nodded. “Yeah, just give me a second.”

Jackson noted the heat on your face, the glistening of your lips and the twinkles in your eyes. Forget making you see stars, Jackson knew in that moment he could absolutely ruin you.

He gathered you back in his arms, pulling you flush against him, and as you peered up at him confusedly, Jackson growled, “Let’s go to my cabin.”

A long, heavy silence wrapped around you and him. The weight of what you were doing landed squarely on your shoulders. And despite that, you found yourself not giving a damn.

Lips tugging in a smile, you purred, “Show me what I’ve been missing.”

But even as Jackson led you by the hand out of the mess hall, you glanced over your shoulder, looking for Jaebeom.

Wanting him to see. Wanting it to hurt him. Wanting to make him crazy.

But mostly, just wanting him to love you.

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[chaseatinydream]

sly san who sacrifices (ii) || c.s (atz)

➳ pairing: reader x choi san (ateez)

➳ word count: 2396

➳ genre: badboy au; fluff; angst

➳ synopsis: to the school, he may be a bad boy, the worst of the worst, but to you, he’s choi san, father of three cats, your best friend and ultimately, the boy you’re in love with.

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The second you step out of the car, you can already hear the mewing of cats.

“Yobu!” You laugh as the tiny grey ragdoll leaps into your arms, fingers brushing its fur back. The tiny feline lets out a content mew and you press a kiss to its adorable nose. You love all of San’s cats, having helped him in taking care of each and every one of them, but you have a soft spot for Yobu in particular. After all, he’s the cat that had allowed you and Seonghwa, one of San's friends, to meet.

San looms up behind your shoulder.

“Yah, Yobu, that’s my friend, not yours.” He scolds the kitten sternly and you give San a flat look of exasperation. He doesn’t look intimidating in the slightest, not when he looks like he’s about to topple over any moment. Concern wells up in you once again and you call over your shoulder to Claude, who’s still at the car.

“I’ll bring him up, Claude!”

The chauffeur nods acknowledgement and before San can protest, you’re already pulling him into the mansion after you.

You don’t think you’ll ever get used to the grandeur and luxury of San’s home. A sprawling, lavish mansion made nearly entirely out of white and grey marble, and designed by a famous architect whose name you can’t quite pronounce, this place screams luxury and wealth. Built all for the sake of your best friend Choi San, only son to a globally successful business mogul and fashion entrepreneur, you sometimes wonder how cheap money is to people like them. San tries his best to make you forget the gap between the two of you, but other times, it’s near overwhelming for you.

You remember him asking you once, “Why would people buy knock-off goods when they can just get the real ones?”

You had never been so tempted to slap him.

The floor is cool against your bare feet and the helper bows to you as you drag San up the stairs to his bedroom. You’ve been here so many times you could your way around this mansion blindfolded, and the mansion is huge. Your best friend trails after you silently aside from the odd cough, and when the two of you emerge into his room, he merely flops onto his king sized bed with a tired groan.

He must have been really exhausted.

“I’ll go get some warm water and medicine for you!” You chirp and San merely lets out a tired noise of agreement, the sound muffled in the soft, downy pillows on his bed.

When you return with the essentials to make your best friend comfortable, San is curled up in his bed with his face buried underneath his Shiber toy plush, specially customized and hand sewn to look like Shiber. Tapping on his shoulder, you rouse him from his fever induced slumber.

“Hey, San, you need to drink some water and take your meds before you go to sleep.”

He grumbles a little but still complies, sitting up in the bed to face you with a pout, hair mussed from tossing about on the bed. You press the glass of warm water to his dry lips and he tilts his head back to drink, Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows it all greedily. Concern wells up in your chest as you look at his pallid face.

He’s probably a lot more sick than he’s letting on.

But that’s just like San, you sigh under your breath as you watch him drink thirstily, rubbing at the bags under his eyes. You wonder why he hasn’t been sleeping enough. Has he been out clubbing again?

You don’t really want to think about the answer.

When that’s done, you grab the pills and tear out two tablets for San, holding them out for him to take. “For your fever. You should be fine when you wake up if you just take a couple of these.” You tell him as you set the now empty glass on his bedside table, but you don’t feel him take the pills from your hand, so you turn around to glance at him.

He stares at you expectantly.

You stare back, befuddled.

“What?”

“Well, aren’t you supposed to put them in your mouth and kiss me like in those movies?” San’s wearing a shit eating grin so wide that you’re not sure whether his brain has really been fried or if he’s just plain crazy. You stare at him in horrified disbelief for a second longer and he merely continues grinning at you like a cat that just got the canary, seemingly pleased with how red your face is becoming. “I’m not eating those on my own, they’re bitter, you know.”

Your mouth falls open at the sheer audacity of his words. Where on earth had they come from?

Then you shriek and clobber him hard over the head with a pillow.

“Ow! Ow! Yeowch! Stop hitting me, woman!” San yelps, scrambling away from you as fast as he can with the blankets tangled around his legs. You chase him with the heavy pillow held high above your head, bringing it down on his head again and again, intent on beating out the stupidity in him. He’s not nearly fast enough in this ill state and before he can reach any relative safety, you’ve already grabbed him by the ankles and are dragging him back to you.

“No! Spare me!” San thrashes about comically, trying to wriggle his way out of your grasp much like an actual cat, but you sit on his back, firmly trapping his flailing arms under your legs and then proceed to attack his sides with an assault of furious tickles.

“Aieeeee! Mercy! Have mercy on me!” Screeches fill the air, San’s voice getting increasingly high pitched when your fingers move to his armpits. Only when he’s crying and shouting and laughing weakly through tears all at once do you finally pull off him, smacking him over the head one more time for good measure.

“That’s for saying all those stupid comments!” You shout at him breathlessly, still flushed from a combination of exertion and embarrassment. San sits up next to you, still choking on a few final exhausted giggles, red streaked hair thoroughly mussed from the little roughhousing the two of you just had and the biggest, fondest grin on his face.

You hate how your heart just melts at the sight.

To distract yourself, you shove the pills into his mouth with one hand and San obediently crunches them down this time, watching you intently as you wring out a few damp towels next to him, gesturing for him to lie down. His heart warms in his chest at the sight, and when he closes his eyes, sometimes he just wishes that he could be the right one for you instead–

He purges the thought from his mind before it can go too far.

“Here you go, San.” Your voice is gentle for him, soft, sweet, innocent, a polar opposite to everything he is, so familiar and warm.

He counts it a blessing that you still remain at his side despite everything he’s done, no matter how many tears you shed over him and the times your heart has been rent in two because of his misdoings and fights.

He lays back down on the pillows, eyes shut tight against the sight of your face hovering above his. But as if you’re trying to tempt him unconsciously, you move his head into your lap and he nearly goes rigid in a panic.

“I’ve been talking to Seonghwa a lot recently, you know. He’s a great friend.” You tell him absentmindedly as your soft fingers brush the hair on his forehead back. Something in him twists, a sense of satisfaction that his carefully laid plan is falling into place, but also something darker, something more selfish, a certain sort of gut wrenching emptiness that he doesn’t want to think too much about.

San is still your best friend.

And that’s all he’ll ever be to you.

The cool cloth rests against his forehead and he sighs at how good it feels against his heated skin, but it probably has to do more with how your hands are gently kneading against his temples rather than the actual cloth itself. Upon hearing his little exhale of comfort, you glance at his face with a content smile, shaking your head with some kind of exasperation and warmth settling deep in your chest.

“Are you close to Seonghwa-oppa, San?” You ask as your fingers thread through his hair and he presses into your touch, for some reason desperately craving the feeling of your skin on his. He wants to treasure every last time he gets to be close to you like this, because it might come to an end all too soon.

Why does it hurt?

“He’s a nice guy. Boyfriend material.” San has never had to force a smile around you and it feels wrong on his lips, brittle like cracked glass against his skin. You are the one person he would never want to lie to, but if it’s for the sake of you and Seonghwa’s happiness, who is he to stand in the way?

“Yeah! He’s nothing like you.” You laugh cheerfully, teasingly bopping his nose with a finger and San barely manages to hold back a flinch at your words, his expression twisting in pain as if you’ve just shoved a knife into his chest straight. Honestly, he’d rather you just do that instead, it’d probably hurt a lot less.

“San? San, are you alright?” You frown in concern, bending down to glance at his face. The tips of your hair tickle his face gently and he can feel your breath against his cheeks, and maybe, just maybe, he wants to reach up and just pull you down to him–

“Yeah, I’m fine.” He lies again through his teeth. Maybe if he lies enough times, the pain in his chest will go away. Some part of him wants you to call him out on his deception, but you’ve always been too innocent for the things of this world and San is perhaps just a little too good at hiding his true feelings behind a carefully painted mask. “So, what were you saying again about Seonghwa?”

And he watches your face light up as you chatter animatedly to him about one of his best friends, Park Seonghwa, wondering why his chest hurts so much even when your eyes shine with excitement and joy.

He’s a selfish bastard, and he hates it.

He really needs to get the two of you together before he does something he regrets.

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[singledarkshade]

Finding Home

Part Two Author’s Note: I did not originally intend to write anymore of this but more appeared. The first part can be found here.

Time went by achingly slowly and Jonas spent all day watching the clock. Finally, the end of school arrived, Jonas grabbed his stuff heading to his locker at top speed. Reaching his locker, Jonas tried not to grimace seeing his friends waiting for him.

“Friday night,” Dean cried, the moment he spotted Jonas, “Are we heading out? To drink heavily and eat like pigs?”

Jonas smiled amused at his friend whose idea of a big night out was half a pizza and a large coffee.

“Can’t,” Jonas told his best friend as they started walking, “Family stuff tonight. I have to get home.”

“Your mom never makes you do things,” Chrissie said surprised, “This must be important.”

A smile touched Jonas face, “It is.”

As they left the building Jonas spotted his mother’s car just outside the gates and turned back to his friends, “I will see you on…”

“Who’s that guy with your mom?” Heather cut him off.

Turning Jonas smiled to see the man Heather was talking about, looking exactly as Jonas always remembered him. Dressed in dark jeans, a white shirt, brown leather jacket and his duster.

Jonas loved that coat, he used to put it on to pretend he was saving the world like his dad, and he had woken up many times wrapped in it held in the arms of his hero.

Looking at his mother, Jonas tilted his head questioningly. She gave him a quick nod confirming it was allowed.

“That,” Jonas turned to his friends with a huge grin on his face, “Is my dad.”

The three of them stared at him.

Dean finally said, “You told me your dad was dead.”

“I thought he was,” Jonas told him before he headed over to his parents knowing his friends were following on. His dad wrapped one arm around him in a quick hug the moment Jonas reached him.

“Dad,” Jonas couldn’t stop his grin, “These are my friends. Dean, Chrissie and Heather.”

“It’s nice to meet you all,” his dad said with a slight nod.

“You too, Mr Burns,” Dean replied before adding, “We were told you were dead.”

Jonas grimaced slightly wondering how they were going to explain this but said quickly, “Very long story which I will tell you at another time. See you Monday.”

“Oh,” Dean winced, “You’re not going to make the game then?”

Jonas sighed, hating to disappoint his friend, “I’m going to spend the weekend with my dad.”

“We can go to the game,” his dad spoke up, “If you want. You may have to explain the rules to me though.”

 Rip could see Miranda trying hard not to laugh as he agreed to go to a high school American Football match, but any time that he spent with Jonas was time well spent as far as Rip was concerned.

Jonas however looked ecstatic.

“That’s cool,” Rip’s son exclaimed, “I can teach you everything you need to know.”

“It’ll be great, Mr Burns,” Dean spoke up, “This is against our biggest rivals.”

“I look forward to it,” Rip told the other teenager.

They made their goodbyes and climbed into the car.

“Are we going back to the house or the apartment?” Jonas asked as Miranda began to drive.

“We’re going home,” Miranda replied with a smile.

Jonas hesitated a moment, “Home?”

Rip turned and nodded, the joyful smile on his son’s face lighting up the world around him. When Miranda drew up in the driveway Rip realised that he was, after so much pain and grief, finally home once more with his wife and son. Jonas instantly moved to his side the moment they got out of the car and walked with him inside.

  “We are not doing this too much,” Miranda said after she ordered food, “And since you’re now back with us,” she sat beside Rip, “You can cook.”

A smile touched his lips, it had been a long time since he’d been able to cook for the people he loved. Being on his own meant he didn’t enjoy it as much as he had when cooking for Miranda and Jonas.

“Whenever you want me to,” Rip promised, leaning in to catch her lips in a kiss.

She let out a soft hum of happiness, before she asked, “Are you sure about going with Jonas to the game tomorrow? I’ve never thought of you as a sports guy.”

“I’m getting to spend time with Jonas,” Rip reminded her, “I don’t care how I do it. Plus, this lets me meet his friends.”

Miranda smiled at him before she frowned in thought, “We need to work out a story to explain basically everything.”

“I already have,” Rip shrugged.

“Care to share, darling?” Miranda asked sharply.

Rip pressed a kiss to her neck, “We should wait until Jonas is with us to discuss.”

Miranda chuckled at the obvious attempt to distract her, “You’re not changing the subject that easily, Rip. We’re discussing this first. We need to be a united front with Jonas, we have to be a team.”

He pulled away, frowning as he began to pace.

“Rip,” Miranda moved into his path, “Look at me.”

Slowly his eyes found hers finding only love in her eyes.

“I know you’ve been alone for a long time,” Miranda took his face in her hands so he couldn’t pull away, “I know how hard that shell around you is, I’ve had to break through it once before.”

“Miranda…”

“Rip,” she stopped him, “You have to let me in.”

He stared at her for several minutes before whispering, “What if I lose you again?”

“Darling…”

“It will kill me,” Rip breathed, resting his forehead against hers, “I’ve tried to live without you, and I wasn’t living.”

Miranda kissed him, holding him close, “I know how you feel because I thought you were dead too.”

She moved him back to the couch and cuddled close to him, just letting him breathe.

“I was thinking that we tell people you and Jonas were in witness protection,” Rip said after several minutes, “Because I worked in law enforcement and one of the people I was after put me in the hospital. You and Jonas were placed under protection while I recovered but a colleague who was working with our ‘bad guy’ told you I was dead and told me the same about you. We’ve only found each other again by pure chance.”

Miranda mused for a moment before nodding, “That makes sense and is not that far from the truth. It explains Jonas and I using different names all these years, as well as your sudden reappearance in our lives.”

Rip rested his head against hers, smiling as Miranda held him revelling in being back with his family.

                                 *********************************************

 Miranda woke early the next morning, smiling to feel her husband holding her close in his sleep. She could hear his slow measured breathing; a sound she’d missed so much through the years they’d been apart. The comfort of his embrace was something she’d wished for and never thought she’d have ever again.

Turning to look at him, Miranda smiled to see the scruff on his chin, his beard was growing back, soon he’d look like himself once more. The worry lines he wore were smoothed away as he slept, making him look like the man she’d met so many years before.

She knew how hard his work as a Time Master had been, knew how much he needed the security of their home and love. Learning what Druce had done to him, how the faith he’d had in the Time Masters had been ripped away, Miranda hated them more than she ever had.

These Legends would also get a piece of her mind whenever they arrived for not helping keep his head above water when he needed the friends that he claimed them to be.

Rip murmured, shifting uncomfortably as bad dreams invaded his rest, so Miranda gently stroked his hair, it had always made him relax before, and she smiled to see that it still did.

Checking the time, Miranda knew she wasn’t going to get anymore sleep. Now Rip was resting again, she eased herself away from him watching as he pulled her pillow close. She pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead before heading downstairs to make some breakfast.

  “Morning,” Jonas wandered into the kitchen, heading to the fridge, and pulling out orange juice.

“Morning,” Miranda smiled at her son, before frowning, “Don’t even think about drinking out the carton.”

“I wasn’t,” he said sheepishly, grabbing a glass and poured the juice into it.

Miranda chuckled to herself as she drank her tea,

“Where’s Dad?” Jonas asked, putting the carton back in the fridge.

“Still asleep,” Miranda told him, “But he’s looking forward to going to the game with you today.”

Jonas grinned.

“Honey,” Miranda said softly, “I know you’re excited to have him with you but remember your dad has been alone for a long time and has gone through a lot. He might not be how you remember him.”

Nodding Jonas replied, “I understand that. I’m not a kid anymore either.”

“I know,” Miranda sighed, “Just don’t push him too much.”

“What do you mean?”

Miranda rested her hand on her son’s shoulder, “What do you remember most about your dad? When he was with us, what do you think of first?”

“He sang,” Jonas smiled, “When he was making dinner. You two would dance and he would pick me up to join in.”

“He might not sing for a while,” Miranda told him, “Because right now he’s still trying to get used to having us with him again. It was hard for us to be without him, but we had each other. Your Dad thought we were both gone. So, be patient if he isn’t quite who you remember, okay?”

Jonas hugged her, “I promise.”

  Rip opened his eyes aware he was alone in a room he’d never woken in before. Turning to look at the empty space beside him, he saw the picture of him holding Jonas the day he was born on the table beside the bed. That moment had been the best of his life. Stretching, Rip could faintly hear noise coming from downstairs and when he focussed could hear the two people he loved most in the world. He couldn’t make out what they were saying but just hearing their voices was amazing. It occurred to him suddenly that this was his home now, and it overwhelmed him for a moment. He thought he’d lost this so long ago, that he’d lost them, and it felt unreal.

Rip slid out of bed, had a shower and dressed, feeling a bit like an intruder. Taking a slow deep breath, he headed downstairs finding his wife and son having breakfast.

“Morning,” Miranda smiled at him, giving him a quick kiss.

Rip instantly relaxed, “Morning,” he turned to his son, “Ready for today’s game?”

“I’ve had several messages from Dean already,” Jonas laughed, “Making sure we’re coming.”

Miranda chuckled before explaining, “Jonas has been to every game since Dean started on the team except one. They lost that game, so Jonas now has to make them all or it’s a bad sign.”

At the beep from his phone, Jonas rolled his eyes, “I’ll be back.”

Disappearing as he called his friend, Rip watched his son wistfully.

“You’re still his hero,” Miranda murmured to him.

“It’s hard knowing how much of his life I’ve missed,” Rip sighed, “And seeing him like this, he’s so grown up.”

“I know, Darling,” Miranda rubbed his arm comfortingly.

Rip turned to her, “You can come with us today.”

“This is your time with your son,” Miranda told him, “Besides, I have a self-defence class at the same time,”

“You’re going to a self-defence class?” Rip asked bemused, since he knew Miranda could take his best agents down easily.

Miranda laughed, “I teach the class. It’s only a recent thing I started to do but I enjoy it.”

“Okay,” Rip smiled, “As long as you’re sure.”

“I will see you both at the end of the game,” Miranda told him, she caught his hand, “Just beware of the other parents. An unknown person in their midst, you will hear a lot of murmurs.”

Rip shrugged, “I’m sure I can handle it. And if I can’t, Jonas will be able to.”

Miranda drew him close, “I know he isn’t the little boy you remember but he is incredibly smart and funny,” she smiled, “And he is ecstatic to have you back in his life.”

                                 *********************************************

 Jonas grinned as he walked with his dad towards the football field, his mum had dropped them off before her class and would join them at the end. Heading towards the entrance he suddenly frowned in thought.

“Dad?”

“Yes?”

Knowing his mother and remembering what he’d been told of his father and his upbringing, Jonas hesitated for a moment before asking, “How many weapons do you have on you?”

His dad shrugged, “Just the dagger in my boot but it won’t be picked up by any detectors of this time.”

“Okay,” Jonas nodded, that wasn’t as bad as he’d imagined.

They headed easily through the door, towards the stands and Jonas grinned as he led his dad to seats just behind where the players were sitting.

“Hey,” Dean called from his spot, waving up to them before going back to warming up.

“I mentioned I do not know the rules or anything else about this game,” his dad said as he took his seat, “Haven’t I?”

Jonas chuckled, “You did. Don’t worry, I’ll explain as we go,” glancing round he could see the interested looks his dad was garnering and hoped no one made any comments. From his memory and what his mum had told him, Jonas knew his father could slash people with his tongue just as easily as a knife.

  Rip was instantly aware that his presence with Jonas had caused a lot of interest. He’d never liked being the centre of attention, having been trained to blend into the background and be forgettable so that he could do his job. He knew appearing from nowhere with Jonas was going to cause some interest but was doing his best to ignore it.

Thankfully the game started, and all the attention moved to the field. Jonas was extremely good at explaining everything that was going on, even while cheering on his friends and to Rip’s surprise, he was beginning to understand what was happening as well as become invested in the game.

  Jonas hoped his dad was enjoying himself, but his dad didn’t really give much away. He was very aware of the looks they were being given by the parents of his classmates and was relieved when Chrissie and Heather appeared.

“Hi, Mr Burns,” Chrissie beamed as they grabbed seats beside them.

His dad nodded hello returning his attention to the game. Jonas wondered how they were going to explain everything since his parents hadn’t given him the story that they’d come up with yet, but he hoped it meant that he’d be allowed to use his real name once more. He wondered how his friends would react to it. A yell pulled his attention back to the field he saw his friend had the ball.

“Come on, Dean,” Jonas jumped to his feet with everyone as they watched Dean run, “Come on.”

As Dean scored, Jonas jumped and yelled turning he found his father also on his feet clapping. A smile covered Jonas’ face when his dad wrapped an arm around his shoulders as the crowd celebrated.

  Miranda arrived at the school with about five minutes left of the game and smiled to see her son and husband sitting together. It felt so good to see Jonas with his dad once more, her son had missed that connection for so long. Heading down to join them, Miranda could feel eyes on her and could hear the whispers of interest, but she kept the blithe smile on her lips knowing how much it would drive all the gossips crazy. Reaching the row, she slid along and took the seat at Rip’s side.

“Hi,” she grinned at her son before turning her husband to her and planting a quick kiss on him. She felt Rip’s body stiffen in worry of being caught and squeezed his hand, “It’s okay. It’s allowed now.”

“Old habits,” he murmured.

“How are we doing?” Miranda asked their son.

Jonas grinned at her, “We’re winning but not by much.”

As soon as he spoke Dean got the ball, Miranda joined everyone on their feet, “Come on,” she yelled. Rip’s amused smile made her shrug, “I’m an involved parent.”

They continued to cheer as Dean ran before scoring to win the game. Miranda smiled as he watched her son with his friends celebrating while she leaned into her husband who was watching their boy.

“His life is so different from ours at his age,” Rip whispered.

Miranda nodded, “I made sure of that.” Squeezing his hand, she asked, “Will we go home?”

“Sounds good,” Rip smiled.

  Walking back to the car Rip wrapped his arm around his wife’s shoulders as Jonas talked to his friends a few steps in front of them.

“Sandra,” a call came from behind them making Miranda grimace.

She looked at Rip and sighed, “Wonderful. Let me do the talking.”

“Yes, dear,” he murmured as they turned to find a tall dark-haired woman coming towards them.

“Janelle,” Miranda smiled, “Did you enjoy the game?”

“Of course, it was great we won,” Janelle smiled before moving on quickly to what she wanted to know, “Aren’t you going to introduce us to your…friend?”

Miranda continued to smile in the way that Rip knew meant to tread very carefully, “This is my husband.”

“You’ve remarried?” Janella demanded amazed.

Miranda shook her head, “No.”

Janelle stared at her for a moment before glancing at Rip who returned the stare, “How wonderful for you to be back together after all those years when he wasn’t here. Jon must be happy to have a father again after all this time.”

“Be very careful what rumours you decide to start,” Miranda said, taking a step towards the other woman, “Remember the last time you and I disagreed.”

Fear flitted across the other woman’s eyes and Rip forced himself not to laugh.

“Goodnight, Janelle,” Miranda took Rip’s hand, “We’ll see you at the next PTA meeting.”

As they walked away, Rip murmured, “Should I ask what you did to her?”

Miranda chuckled, “Oh you know me, dear.”

“That’s exactly why I’m asking,” he replied.

Miranda smiled but said nothing as they continued to the car.

                                 *********************************************

 Miranda could feel Rip’s nerves as they sat in the school Principal’s office, she was a little worried herself at how their story would be received. Then again, they had both been raised to lie.

“Don’t worry,” Miranda rested her hand on his, “It will be fine.”

The door opened and Principal Everly walked in, “Good morning,” she greeted them, “Sorry, it’s been a bit of a crazy morning.”

“Not a problem,” Miranda told her.

“And Mr Burns,” Everly smiled offering Rip her hand, “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.”

Rip shook her hand murmuring politely, “And you.”

“Okay,” Everly took a seat, “Sandra, I understand you wanted this meeting to update us on the changes in Jon’s circumstances. But as you know your son is a straight-A student and we’ve seen no changes in his behaviour. I would give anything to have a school full of kids like him.”

“Actually,” Miranda said as she smiled proudly at the other woman’s words, “That’s not why we called the meeting. I’m sure you’re interested to know why we told everyone my husband was dead when he’s sitting here.”

Everly grimaced before saying, “I admit I am very interested.”

Squeezing his hand, Miranda launched into the story they’d concocted. Everly listened until Miranda finished, and she shook her head.

“Wow,” Everly breathed, “Sandra, I have no idea what to say.” She mused for a few seconds before shaking herself, “As you were under witness protection, I’m assuming your real names are not what we have on record.”

“No. Our real surname is Hunter. I’m Miranda, this is Rip and our son is Jonas,” Miranda told her.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Miranda and Rip,” Everly smiled.

“Jonas is going to tell his friends the full story today,” Miranda told her, “But we have agreed that he will continue to use Jon Burns officially until graduation so not to confuse things.”

“Of course,” Everly smiled, “I’m looking forward to getting to know you, Mr Hunter and hope you become as involved with us as San…Miranda is.”

  Rip let out a long sigh of relief as they left the school.

“It wasn’t that bad,” Miranda laughed, leaning into him.

“Giving our names like that,” Rip grimaced, “It’s not what I’m used to.”

Miranda kissed him, “I know, dear. Things are different now. You’ll get used to it.”

Rip smiled, “As long as I have you and Jonas, then I know I will.”

Chuckling, Miranda noted, “Since you are still off work for the rest of the week, how about we go for lunch?”

“How about I make you lunch?” Rip suggested, “That means I don’t have to share you with anyone else.”

Miranda smiled, “I do love when you’re possessive.”

Chuckling Rip held his wife close as they walked to the car, happy to be together although still trying to get his head around everything.

  “How did your friends react to the story?” Rip asked his son as Jonas grabbed some orange juice from the fridge when he arrived home from school.

Jonas chuckled, “They were fascinated. It’s a pity I can’t tell them the full truth but it’s as close as it comes.”

“What about your name?”

He shrugged, “They tried calling me Jonas, but I’ve been Jon to them for so long it was a bit weird.”

“At least I won’t have to be careful using your real name around them,” Rip smiled, wrapping his arm around his son for a quick hug. It was something he’d fallen into whenever Jonas was close, and thankfully Jonas didn’t mind being constantly hugged by his father – for now anyway.

“Your mother has invited Gary for dinner tonight,” Rip told Jonas, “She wants you to get to know him too.”

Jonas nodded before asking, “How does that work? He used to be an AI and is now human?”

Rip shrugged, “I’m not precisely sure how it happened. I think it has to do with when the Vanishing Point was destroyed and the Oculus interacting with his programme. I’m hoping when Gideon returns, I can get her to look into it.”

Jonas grinned, “She’s going to be really surprised to see us.”

Rip nodded.

“Are you just going to tell her,” Jonas asked, “Or do you have something more entertaining planned?”

“I hadn’t thought of that but…” a smile touched her lips, “That could be a good idea.”

Jonas grinned, “It’ll be fun.”

“We can work on it,” Rip told him, “We have some time.”

#fic #legends of tomorrow #rip hunter #miranda coburn #jonas hunter

[hyucksong]

to all the boys i’ve loved before; mark lee

Dear Mark,

     You know what Mark Lee? Fuck you. You’re a piece of shit and I should’ve known that you were a lying bitch when I saw you stare at that waitress for too long. I should’ve known that there was something you weren’t telling me because she looked at you like an old friend. But you insisted that you didn’t know her.

     Fuck you.

     I hope you can sleep with yourself at night knowing that you wasted my Senior year with fake love. I can’t believe I gave you my first kiss. I can’t believe we made out after prom. I can’t believe I snuck out of the house for someone like you. I can’t believe that you were the first person I actually dated. I can’t believe I told you I love you. 

     I hope the waitress-ex-girlfriend hybrid kisses better than her pancakes. I hope breaking my heart was worth it, Mark Lee. 

     Because it definitely doesn’t feel worth it on my part. I regret everything, Mark Lee. I hope your story ends with your kingdom falling apart. 

Dear Mark,

     Looking back, my anger was a little hypocritical. I knew better than anyone how love and denial made you do stupid things -- made you do things you regret or regret things you didn’t do. I get it.

     At the same time, it hurt. Maybe if I was a rebound that lasted only a few weeks, it’d hurt less. But you lied to me for a whole year. From August to May. You told me you loved me. You lied. 

     To be fair, I lied too. I told myself that Chenle was a thing of the past all throughout Junior year and that nothing was going to get in the way of my grades. Forget Chenle and Jisung, Haechan, Jaemin, or Jeno. That was supposed to last until graduation. Then in step you. The boy next door. Love of my Senior Year.

     But let’s be real. Forgetting someone and the love you held for them after five-plus years is impossible, we both know that. I may have been your rebound, but God knows you were probably just the same to me. I just never admitted it to myself. But kissing your ex at my graduation party wasn’t cool. Not at all. Even though we may have just been rebounds, I like to think we still meant a lot to each other. I mean, we kissed and stared into each other’s eyes. We held hands and sat in comfortable silence. We laughed at stupid things together -- hell, you met my parents. That’s got to mean something, right? 

     I hope it did. Because you’re an amazing guy; your giggly and timid persona, your quirky habits, your willingness to listen to me rant for hours on end, your insecurities and the way you shared them with me -- I hope none of that was fake. And remembering the way you couldn’t even lie to me for my surprise birthday party, I don’t doubt that at least those parts were real. Maybe if you weren’t so great, I’d actually hate you for cheating. But...there’s something about you that I just... can’t.

     Regardless of what I said in my last letter, I’ve never regretted dating you. Our fairytale was great while it lasted. I almost didn’t hear the clock strike twelve. But it struck.

     I hope you got your fairytale, though. I hope you found the girl that fits into your glass slipper. You’re an amazing guy, even with your flaws and mistakes. Just hope you didn’t lose a Cinderella for an evil step-sister on accident. 

Love, Y/n.

///a scene from the heart///

     Was this what you were missing out all those years of chasing boys who didn’t love you back? Were you missing the wind in your hair and the loud 90′s music blasting from a beat-down convertible? Because if so, you wished that Mark Lee would’ve appeared in your life earlier. 

     He was driving on the interstate, his hand on your thigh and your bags in the back of his trunk as you both rode your way to the beach for spring break. You had turned eighteen and he told you that “he wanted to make it the most memorable spring break of your life,” word for word. You’d rolled your eyes when he first said them, but with his cute laugh resounding around your ears, you knew he wasn’t lying.

    “Mark,” you rested your chin on the center console, where his right elbow was resting. He took his eyes from the empty road and look at you, his gaze pointing to your lips before trailing up to your eyes. “Yes, baby?” The car slowed down a little as his attention was placed on you, dropping back down to the speed limit. You licked your lips and thought about your words before biting your bottom lip and hiding your smile. Strawberry lip balm filled your taste buds, but you weren’t paying attention to that. His attention made your ears turn red. No one ever treated you the way he treated you.

     “I love you, Mark.” 

     Even the music seemed shocked at your words, the background vocals gasping as the boy’s eyes widened. His hands seemed to loose from the steering wheel before the car began to drift to the side. A curse fell from Mark’s pretty lips and he put both hands on the wheel to correct the position -- but after the chaos toned down and your statement went un-responded to, you felt tears well in the corner of your eyes.

     “S-Sorry,” You laughed, beginning to sit up. “What -- n-no! No! I-I, uh,” Mark stumbled through his words but placed his hand back on your bare thigh. “Y/n, baby,” He tore his eyes from the road, again, “I love you, too. A lot, actually.”

     He seemed to notice the insecurity drifting in your eyes because then he placed his soft lips on yours. Even though it was probably against the law, his lips molded with yours for a solid second as you both tore through the intestate roads at 90 mph. He looked away the second he pulled from you, his red cheeks facing the road again. 

     You laughed, biting your cheek as your intertwined your fingers with his for the rest of the trip. He wasn’t lying when he said he’d make this spring break the most memorable one of your life. 

///a scene from a broken heart///

     The scene in front of your eyes was surreal. It was entrancing. The way the moonlight lit the background with a beautiful silver shimmer and the trees swayed like lovers in a dance. The way his arms held her face like she was the Hope Diamond, and he the thief. How she pulled him in so close that you could feel his heartbeat drum in tune with hers. 

     It would be even more entrancing if he weren’t Mark Lee and she wasn’t the waitress that served you cold pancakes at IHOP yesterday. You didn’t know what to feel. His lips were smeared with an annoying red as his hand moved from her face to her waist. You almost forgot it was your graduation party with the show going on in front of you. 

     I mean, if you were going to cheat, couldn’t you at least not do it in front of the chocolate fountain? 

     Chenle walked up to you with a smile on his face, his arms spread for a hug when he noticed your grip crushing the red solo cup you held. His gaze followed yours and his heart stopped. Oh. 

     “Screw Mark Lee.” You seethed, tears slipped furiously past your waterline, down your chin. “Screw Mark Lee.” You said a little louder. Chenle’s hand came to rest on your forearm before trailing down to your hand, trying to calm you down. “I knew he wasn’t good for you,” He muttered, giving the side-eye to the cheating boy. You paid no attention to the venom laced in his tone because your body shook too fervently with emotions you couldn’t recognize. Guilt? Sadness? Regret? Hatred? Relief?

     Understanding? 

     “Y/n, come on, let’s go. I’ll call Jisung and we can all spend the night at my house like the old times. Don’t pay attention to that asshole. I don’t know what happened between you and Jisung, but I’m sure that he won’t ignore you when you’re like this --”

     “I don’t want to.” Chenle’s grip fell, and his throat dried. “W-What, why?” His question was met with an eerie silence and more tears. 

     “Screw Mark Lee.” He sighed, shaking his head, “Y/n, please--” He pulled you in, but the warmth from his arm did nothing but make you angrier. 

     “FUCK YOU, MARK LEE!” You shouted, throwing your drink down and ignoring the cold splash against your bare leg. Mark’s eyes snapped open and towards the noise, freezing when he saw you. It was like seeing a deer in headlights. The waitress he was kissing looked at you too, apologetically, before leaning over to whisper something in the frozen boy’s ear and walking down your driveway to the familiar beat down convertible. 

     You let the staring contest continue with Mark before you started sobbing, snot and tears falling from your face as Chenle dragged you away and towards his car. People were staring and whispering, and you passed familiar faces like Jeno and Haechan (that you didn’t remember inviting) as you kicked and screamed, yelling about how you regretted spending the last year of your life with a cheating prick. 

     Mark didn’t move an inch from his spot as Chenle drove you away, a concerned hand rubbing your knee. Your sobs didn’t stop either. Your heart didn’t stop hurting until weeks later, but in a strange way, you were relieved. In a strange way, you understood. In a strange way, you were the same. Because the way your heart drummed as Chenle held you that night in a means to comfort you told you how things weren’t going to last with your Senior love.

     Everything came crashing down. All your walls, all your barriers. Every wall you built up with Haechan, Jaemin, Jeno, Jisung, and Chenle crumbled around you as Chenle whispered words in your ear and you cried into your pillow. As much as it hurt, and would hurt for a while, that last heartbreak cleared your slate. All the tears you’d been holding for years came and went. 

     It was a new beginning as the sun dawned on your fallen kingdom. It was time to start anew. 

///

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To the Moon and Back (Peter Parker x Stark OC) Chapter 3

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Warnings: Curse words

Word Count: 2218

A/N: Guys, I’m so sorry I know I said I’d post by Friday but I had a lot of schoolwork. But the good news is, THE ORANGE MF LOST! I get to keep the small amount of rights I have as a WOC. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this chapter and have a great day <3

Summary: Spiderman and Moonflower know each other’s identities. Nixie realizes she has a thing for Parker.

“So...” Peter trailed off.

“So...” Nixie did the same thing. Awkwardness filled the air as they both sat on the edge of a building in the middle of the night after they had fought a bunch of bad guys. 

“How’d you find out that... I’m Spiderman?” Peter asked as he looked at the mask that he was holding onto.

“Oh it was actually simple. I saw you in Chemistry mixing up something and I kinda stalked you the whole day-”

“THE WHOLE DAY?!” Peter cut off Nixie and she glared at him for not letting her finish, “Sorry... Uhm continue.”

“So anyways, I saw you lift up that whole row of lockers, and your stash... But of course that wasn’t enough, I stalked you for several days after school and found out where you hide your backpack and put on your suit.” Nixie said.

Peter looked at Nixie with a confused face but he was also impressed that Nixie simply found out about Spiderman in a matter of days. “But why did you do all of this?” Peter asked.

“What specific thing are you talking about?” Nixie replied

“The whole stalking and showing up as Moonflower...” Despite things starting to unravel, Peter still can’t comprehend what exactly was happening. It’s as if he was having a fever dream.

“Oh that! It’s all part of my mission that my dad assigned.” Nixie answered. Peter’s jaw dropped as he finally started putting the pieces together.

“W-wait so you’re telling me... THE Tony Stark sent you here to go look for me?!” Peter exclaimed and Nixie nodded plainly, his heart felt like it jumped off a building. He never expected that a billionaire/superhero would set his eyes on a simple friendly neighborhood Spiderman. But one thing still didn’t make sense to him. “If you’re Moonflower, how come you never told the public like your father?” Peter asked.

“Because then the world would have their eyes on me all the time, and I don’t like that. I’d rather separate Nixie from Moonflower, it makes me feel like Hannah Montana.” Nixie smiled and Peter chuckled at her statement. While they were having a casual conversation, a car slowly drove by the building and stopped. Nixie looked down and realized it was a familiar car. The door opened and a huge man got out wearing sunglasses. “Hey Happy... Isn’t it too dark to be wearing sunglasses right now?” Nixie said cheekily.

“Your dad called TEN times already and I said you were at the grocery buying whatever it is that you need for your period. Now GET DOWN NOW and let’s get you home!” Happy said impatiently.

“Sorry about that, he’s always pissed for no reason.” Nixie said looking at Peter who seemed intimidated by Happy. “Happy, I met Spiderman!” Nixie said looking down. 

“That’s very nice, but we need to go NOW!” Happy exclaimed.

“Geez, alright...” Nixie rolled her eyes as she put on her eye mask and looked back at Peter, “See you tomorrow?” Nixie said.

“Yeah, see ya.” Peter waved goodbye and Nixie used a vine to climb down the building and finally left. Peter looked down as the car drove away making sure his friend traveled safely and then, he went back home.

***

“You should’ve seen it Happy, it was so COOL!” Nixie said as she sat at the back of the car trying to explain what had happened earlier.

“You know what would be cool? If your dad would stop calling because he’s been awfully suspicious of your whereabouts and sooner or later he’ll find out, and we’ll get in trouble and...” Happy continued to talk but Nixie couldn’t focus because she started seeing another vision. This time it was with Peter again but they were at an airport in full suits going against an extremely tall figure the size of two tall buildings stacked together. Nixie couldn’t see it well but it was making her head hurt. 

“Nix? Are you okay? Did you get hurt while fighting those guys?” Happy’s angry tone turned softer as he looked back at Nixie with concern.

“No, it’s alright, I think I’m just tired...” She answered. 

They eventually got back to the Avengers Tower at 11:30 pm. Nixie and Happy hopped on the elevator and got to the top. The doors slid open revealing Tony with his arms crossed. The tv can be heard playing the news as the reporter said, “This just in, Spiderman and Moonflower were caught fighting armed men on a street in Queens. CCTV footage shows Moonflower tying up all of the men next to a stoplight. Thanks to this surprising team-up, our neighborhood is saved once again!” Tony held the remote and turned off the tv as Happy and Nixie got off the elevator.

“Grocery eh?” Tony said looking at Nixie as she held onto the strap of her backpack. 

“I may or may not stumbled upon a serious situation and decided to help out our golden boy.” Nixie suggested with a grin on her face,

“I would suggest celebrating but now’s not the right time...” Tony trailed off as he walked back to the tv and Nixie jumped on the couch.

“Why not? I found Spiderman, so I get to be an Avenger now!” Nixie said confidently.

“Well... It had just dawned on us that the government doesn’t exactly trust us superheroes. Now we have to sign a contract.” Tony said as he handed Nixie an ipad showing the contract. “The huge problem here is that Cap won’t do it.” Nixie scrolled through the multiple pages of the contract and stopped halfway.

“I mean, I get why he won't... This contract basically makes all of you guys government puppets.” Nixie said as she noticed her dad looking more worried as ever.

“That’s not the point Nix, we don’t want innocent people involved in whatever it is that we do. With these accords we can make sure not one civilian gets hurt.” Tony’s usual smug face was gone and it was replaced by anxiousness which Nixie rarely saw. From the action packed news about Moonflower and Spiderman teaming up, the news switched topics on the Sokovia Accords. 

“I’m just gonna head to bed now.” Nixie got up and grabbed her backpack,

“Night Moonie.”

“Night dad.”

Hours have passed, it was now 3 am, and Nixie lied on her bed in complete darkness as the visions kept showing up. “Maybe you should tell your Dr. Banner.” A voice said. She turned to the small succulent that stood on her bedside table, whom she had named Grizelda. 

“For the millionth time, Banner’s not here Griz.” Nixie answered.

“Then what about Peter? He is the one you see in your visions after all…” The plant replied.

“That’s fucking stupid. I can’t just go up to him and say “Hey dude, I’ve been seeing visions of you and me together and it’s kinda weird!”, he’s gonna think I’m into him or something.” Nixie said glaring at the plant.

“Well aren’t you?” The plant retorted.

“JUST SHUT UP!” Nixie exclaimed as she covered her ears with the large pillow beside her and ignored her plant friend. After that quick banter, Nixie spent a sleepless night, rolling back and forth trying to fall asleep, from white noise, to sleeping pills, none worked. She wanted the visions to stop but it seemed like it could go on forever until she died. Then came the morning. FRIDAY turned on the lights and opened the curtains revealing the bright sun that hit Nixie’s tired face. She sighed and got up from her bed, she did her usual routine and headed to the kitchen where she only saw Natasha.

“Had nightmares kid?” Natasha asked without looking up at Nixie who was walking sluggishly to the dining table.

“Not necessarily.” Nixie replied as she sat down and poured herself a bowl of cereal.

“Saw what you did last night with Spiderman, how was it?” Nat asked,

“Turns out I was right, Spiderman’s Peter Parker.” Nixie shoved a spoonful of cereal into her mouth.

“The Star Wars dude?!” Nat exclaimed, she wasn’t totally surprised that Nixie’s hunch was right, but hearing the kid from her stories, he seemed like he would just be stuck in the lab making experiments or just plainly binge-watching every single Star Wars film there is and not the type to go out at night fighting crime. But of course, some people are just plainly good at hiding their powers. 

“Nat, when do you think Banner’s gonna come back?” Nixie asked

“I-I don’t know. I’m not even sure if he’ll ever come back after what happened in Sokovia.” Nat’s face turned gloomy at the thought of him. 

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have-”

“Kid, don’t worry. I know you miss him, we all do.” Nat’s eyes started to tear up.

“But not as much as you.” Nixie felt bad she had ever brought up Banner, but with whatever she had going on, she had wished he was here.

Later that day, Nixie was in chemistry sitting next to MJ. She was listening to the lecture intently while taking notes but then she felt something hit the back of her head. She looked around and saw a paper airplane that had a small note on one of its wings that said “open”. Nixie unfolded the paper airplane and inside was another note written down. 

Wanna go on patrol tonight?

She looked behind her where she saw Peter looking at her with bright eyes, hoping she’d agree. “Fine, but only until 9:30.” Nixie whispered loudly.

“11?” Peter pleaded,

“9:30.” 

“10:30?” Peter suggested again,

“Ugh, 10, take it or leave it!” Nixie said and Peter had a huge grin on his face as a sign of approval.

“DEAL!” Peter whispered loudly.

Nixie turned back to face the board but she noticed from her peripheral vision that MJ was looking at her. “Are you and Peter…” before MJ could even finish her sentence, Nixie immediately replied.

“No. NO! Definitely not. It’s just that we’re volunteering at a retirement center in Manhattan.” 

“I would ask if I can go, but talking to old people isn’t really my thing.” MJ said which made Nixie feel more relieved. 

***

It was 9:50 pm, there weren’t really any extremely dangerous situations for Moonflower and Spiderman to stop. The most they did was help a bunch of kindergartners walk across the street, stopped a guy from peeing on the sidewalk, and returned a lost cat to its original owner. As for the rest of their remaining time, they sat on the edge of the same building once again, talking, laughing, and getting to know each other.

“Wait, so you’re telling me Flash Thompson got kicked out of your preparatory school?!” Peter exclaimed,

“Yup, he was caught cheating several times and I was outside for cheer practice when the whole team heard his mom yell at him.” Nixie said and Peter laughed so hard he almost fell off the building, luckily for him, Nixie caught him right away. “Dude you need to chill.” Nixie laughed.

“I never really asked you about it, but how’d you get your powers?” Peter asked.

“It kinda just… Showed up. I was 11 and I was in Washington with Pepper when I just found out I can literally just make a plant grow out of nowhere. My dad and Dr. Banner eventually found out that I’m a mutant.” Nixie answered.

“Is there anything else you can do besides the whole plant thing?” Peter asked,

“It only happened once and it was during one of Banner’s tests, I was sitting in a small clear box and I sat there for hours until I started to have trouble breathing… I wanted to get out but Banner left to go to the toilet. It felt like every second my lungs were getting tighter and tighter and it was getting hard for me to breathe. I used up all my strength and then suddenly the blonde streaks on my hair glowed and I blacked out. Once I woke up, Banner told me that everyone heard a loud explosion from the lab but when they got there, the box was gone and the floor was just covered in moonflower petals.” Nixie replied,

“So that’s where you got the name!” Peter said and Nixie hummed in agreement. Nixie looked over at her watch and realized it was time for her to go.

“Welp, that’s all the time I’ve got for today. Gotta go now.” She said as she got up.

“Nix, is this gonna be a regular thing now?” Peter looked at Nixie with his doey eyes and she couldn’t help but melt at the sight of it. It was a weird feeling she had, she couldn’t comprehend it, but she liked it. She smiled at her friend and nodded. 

“Sure Spidey.” She said, 

“That’s great!” Peter exclaimed, “I guess I’ll uh… See you tomorrow, partner!” He waved goodbye and swung through building by building. Nixie looked at him from afar as she still tried to comprehend what she was feeling. 

“Looks like she has a thing for the human bug.” She heard whispers from the nearby plants, she rolled her eyes and ignored what the plants were saying and headed home...

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The Nuptial Necessity - Chapter 19

A 12xRose Human AU

Despite an unglamorous job description, Rose loves the work she does with The Thistle Foundation, a charity founded by her best friend’s great-uncle.  It doesn’t hurt that her boss, her friend’s father, is easy on the eyes.  With a great job, wonderful friends and a loving family, life couldn’t be better – except for having someone to share it with.

All of that is threatened, though, when the great-uncle dies – and sets a strange condition for his nephew to inherit, jeopardizing the Foundation and Rose’s future, sparking a chain of events that might just get her everything she dreamed of and more.

Chapters will be posted on Saturdays and Tuesdays.  Many thanks to my beta, @stupidsatsuma

Rated: Explicit, for eventual smut

@doctorroseprompts

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Saturday (the morning after)

The blaring alarm startled Rose awake, and groaning, she swatted blindly at her bedside table until the noise stopped.  Once again in peaceful silence she buried her face deeper into her pillow, pouting slightly at having been woken up.  She’d been having the most marvelous dream; after the Gala, she’d persuaded Malcolm to come to bed with her, and they’d spent half the night making glorious love.

Rolling over at the sound of her door squeaking open, she became aware of several things at once; she was naked, she was sore in delicious places, and Malcolm was walking towards her carrying a tray loaded with breakfast and wearing a dressing gown.

“I hope you don’t mind, I thought we’d share breakfast in bed,” he murmured, stopping at the side of the bed, looking adorably flustered and shy given what they’d shared.

Wide awake now at the scent of bacon Rose nodded eagerly, pulling back the covers from the other side of the bed, accidentally flashing him in the process.  “Oops,” she giggled, pulling the sheet up to cover her breasts; he didn’t look particularly offended, instead running his eyes over her like a starving man.

“Let’s eat,” was all he said, handing her the tray before moving to climb back into the bed.

“Erm-”  When she nodded towards the dressing gown on the chair next to him he passed it over, and she gave an apologetic grin of thanks as she pulled it on while he got in.

“This looks lovely,” Rose observed, picking up one of the forks and diving in.  “Smells good, too.”

“Thanks.  On the weekends, I try to do a full fry-up – especially if Clara’s here.  I’ve gotten away from it over the past few years- seemed a waste to do all this for myself- but… now that I’m not alone here, it might be time to resume it.”

Grinning, she nudged his foot with her own.  “You can make me breakfast anytime.”  Then, realizing what she was implying, she blushed and shoved a forkful of eggs in her mouth.  He’s your husband, you shagged, don’t be so weird.  She stopped chewing as it occurred to her that just because they’d been… intimate, that didn’t automatically make them a couple.  Little conversation had occurred, other than him checking every so often that she was good with what they were doing.  No declarations of love had happened, nothing to indicate anything had changed between them except they’d now seen each other naked and… done things to each other.  Amazing things, granted, but…

She suddenly felt very exposed and vulnerable.

“So, what’s the plan?” she asked, nibbling on a piece of toast and drawing her dressing gown tighter around her with one hand.

He finished chewing, taking the time to set his fork down and have a mouthful of coffee before answering.  “We fly out of Heathrow up to Inverness, and the estate driver will meet us there.  Then it’s just roughly an hour’s drive north, and we’re there.”

“Sounds simple enough.  How long’s the flight?”

“About an hour and a half- Graham’s picking us up at nine, and we should arrive a little after two.  It’s part of why I made such a big breakfast- we’ll have lunch when we get there.”

Rose nodded in agreement, before biting her lip.  “Um…”

“What?”  Malcolm looked at her, concerned, and she tried to find the right way to phrase what she wanted to ask without offending him.

“Uh, do you- what would- any idea what the… menu will look like during our trip?” she asked nervously, pushing a runaway lock of hair behind her ear.  “Will it be…” she bit back weird, trying to find an alternative- “traditionally Scottish?”

He stared at her for a long moment before his lips twitched.  “No one’s going to try to force you to have haggis, if that’s your concern.”

“What about black pudding?”

“Nor that.”  His smile broke free.  “Fish, beef, lamb, venison… all possible, and perfectly normal.  I didn’t think you were picky?”

“I’m not,” she said, slightly defensively, “but… there are certain things that just…  Ugh.”  She shivered, making a face.  “And I don’t want to be rude, but it’s easier if I know going in.”

Leaning forward, Malcolm patted her leg.  “Relax.  I’m sure it will be fine.  Besides, I already called ahead and told our chef, Ianto, that we’d like fish and chips for lunch and lamb chops for dinner.  How’s that sound?”

“Brilliant,” Rose relaxed, thoroughly distracted by his hand on her leg; even through the sheet she could feel the warmth, and it was heating her blood.  “Sorry, I just- I’m nervous,” she confided in a rush.  “I want them to like me, and accept me, and I don’t want to embarrass you…”

“They will,” he said confidently, rubbing her thigh.  “They’ll love you, trust me.  How could they not?  And it’s far more likely that I will embarrass you.”

“True.  Thanks.”

She just hoped he was right.

-

 They settled into their seats, Rose still arguing with him.  “Are you sure you don’t want the window?”

He sighed, counted silently to ten, then said, “I’m absolutely certain.  I’ve got some paperwork to look over, and I want you to enjoy.  Look out the window, watch the country fly by.  I insist.”

“Fine.”  She huffed, belting herself in and fluffing her hair before looking around.  “You really didn’t need to book business class- it’s not even a two hour flight.”

“It’s not that expensive, and I wanted the extra room.  Besides, you’re going to spend the next week getting called ‘my lady’ – might as well start with the star treatment, eh?”

She gave him a shy smile, making his heart flutter.  “If you insist.”

“I do.”  He wanted to lean forward and kiss her, but wasn’t sure she would accept it- things were weird, a low-simmering tension between them.  When he’d woken they’d been spooned together, and it was heavenly, but he’d been nervous about how she would react when she woke up.  He had no idea if she felt the same as he did, if this was the start of a real relationship, or if she’d just been bored and horny and he was the closest bloke.  Based on all the evidence he suspected it was closer to the first than the second, but he didn’t know how close.  The last thing he wanted was for her to wake up and say it was a mistake.

So he took the coward’s way out.  She hadn’t seemed bothered by his rejoining her in bed, or sharing breakfast, but… that left a lot of room between where they seemed to be and where he wanted to be.

Because he wanted everything.

-

Over the past eight years of working together they’d taken a handful of business trips together.  Typically Rose would make all the arrangements for that and he would let her lead, but for this, he’d handled everything himself, and felt an absurd sense of self-pride that things had gone well.  The last thing he wanted was for their trip to get off to a rocky start.

Walking out through security, he spotted a lad with a sign reading Gallifrey and headed for it, wheeling their suitcases behind him as they approached.

“You Ross?”

“Lord Gallifrey?”  The young man looked startled, bowing his head lower than necessary, and Malcolm hid a smile at his nervousness; it had been a good ten years since Wallace was well enough to travel back to Scotland, so this would be the first time the lad met the owner of the Estate he worked on.  “An honor, my lord, may I take those?”  Then he craned his neck around Malcolm, who glanced back to see Rose practically hiding behind him.  “Er, Lady Gallifrey?”

“Hi,” Rose said sheepishly, wriggling her fingers in his direction as she came around to stand at Malcolm’s side.  “I’m Rose.”

“Yes, my lady.”  To his credit he didn’t bat an eye, keeping to the proper address, and Malcolm’s opinion of him soared.  “If it pleases you…”

Malcolm passed over the rolling suitcases, keeping his ever-present backpack with him, noting out of the corner of his eye Rose kept her purse and carry-bag as well.  It was a short walk to the car, and Malcolm found it upon himself to keep the idle chitchat going, the other two too nervous or uncomfortable to speak much.

Seeing the car he smiled, not bothering to tamp down his boyish joy.  For many years, his sole reason for looking forward to inheriting the estate was this car- he’d learned to drive in it, and had always admired how cool and elegant it looked.  He wasn’t a car man by any means, but this- this one he knew every inch of.

A canary-yellow Edwardian roadster, it had been lovingly restored several times by the family, and had been called Bessie for over fifty years.  It was as much a part of the family as he was, at this point; moreso, he’d argue, as it never really left the Estate.  He was sorry to see the top up, though it would be the more practical way to travel.  I’ll have to take Rose out for a ride on the grounds with it down.

“Still running well?” he asked when Ross joined him at the bonnet, which he’d popped to take a look.  “How often is she driven?  Is the Silver Dawn still around?”

“Yes, my lord, beautifully.  I tend to her everyday- I hope you find her to your satisfaction.  Take her through the property two or three times a week. Same for the Silver Dawn.  We have a modern Land Rover that’s used for more daily needs.”

Malcolm let the hood down, nodding.  “So far, yes, I’m satisfied. We’ll see how she handles- she was old when I was young.”

Rose snorted, leaning on the side of the car.  “Must be positively ancient, now, then,” she teased.

“Bite your tongue,” Malcolm rolled his eyes, returning to her and opening the door for her to enter.  “I’m not that old.  Still in the prime of life, me.”

She waited until he was situated next to her to respond.  With a coy grin and a hand on his knee, she said, “Oh, I know,” in a terribly flirty voice.

No question- this would be an interesting trip.

-

Rose stared out the window, watching the farmland go by.   She’d tried to listen as Malcolm peppered Ross with questions about how the Estate was doing and people he knew, but was almost instantly lost.  It didn’t help that his accent had grown thicker almost immediately; it was normally strong, easy to tell he was a Scotsman, but now…

She liked it.  A lot.

“What do you think of Scotland so far?” Malcolm asked, squeezing her hand and drawing her attention back to him.

“It’s beautiful,” she said honestly, giving him a bright smile.  “What are all the golden fields?”

“It’s rapeseed.  You make vegetable oil or protein meal out of it.  You’ll find it all over Scotland- I believe we grow some as well, don’t we Ross?”

“Aye, my lord, we do,” Ross confirmed.  “Is this your first trip to Scotland, my lady?”

Malcolm had to nudge her.  Right, that’s me.  I’ll never get used to this.  “Uh, yes, it is.  So far, I love it.”

“In just a little bit we’ll pass through some of the hills, and you may be in luck- I believe I spotted some heather on my trip down, which would be a treat.  By the end of the week, it should be out in full force.”

“Can’t wait.”

-

“Rose, we’re here.”

“Mhmmm.”  Blinking, she lifted her head from where it had apparently fallen on Malcolm’s shoulder to look out the window.  “We are?”

“Well, almost,” he conceded, “we’re about a mile from the gates, but I didn’t want you to miss your first look.”

Yawning, she rolled her head around to stretch her neck.  “Thanks.” Taking his proffered hand and linking their fingers together, she watched diligently out the window for any sign.

Only a minute or so later they came to a minor fork in the road, where it seemed the main road went left and a side road off to the right; a little cottage sat just behind the stone wall, which ended in pillars.  No gate crossed the road, but it had a distinct private feel to it.

“Here we are,” Malcolm confirmed, as they turned onto the side road.  “The house is about half a mile up.”

“Okay.”  She couldn’t see anything yet as the road was tree-lined, but her excitement was growing, as were her nerves.

He nudged her, and before she could ask what, they came around the curve to see a gorgeous house waiting for them.  The front of it contained three solid sections; the middle was Georgian-style, with a light-red brick front and a rounded portico.  The side sections were white-washed and bright.  The overall effect was of a beautiful, clean, well-maintained house, and her heart soared.  Knowing that neither Malcolm nor Wallace had been there in so long had had her concerned about what the state of it would be, imagining a damp and dreary rundown house in the middle of nowhere.

This was infinitely better than that.

“Oh,” she gasped, squeezing his hand.  “It’s spectacular.”

“Thank you,” Malcolm laughed.  “Want to see the inside?”

She nodded eagerly, and still holding hands, they made their way inside.

#bbatcfic #ficandchips #Doctor Who #doctorroseprompts #Human!12xRose #Human!Twelfth Doctor #Rose Tyler #Human AU #AU #The Nuptial Necessity

[the-hellion-studio]

Circus night

Words: ≈1500

Joey takes Henry on a sudden adventure in the middle of the night.

“I really wanted to see the elephants, Joey.” Henry mumbled, hugging a pillow.

Earlier that day he and Joey walked past a circus that was installed in town, and of course it was too crowded and noisy for Joey to handle, so they didn’t get in. There was a sign saying that there was elephants and Henry couldn’t seem to shake it off his mind. He really liked animals and wanted to befriend them all.

Joey was perched on the windowsill, an almost finished cigarette between his fingers. He took a long drag and looked outside. The stars were twinkling through a clear sky, the bright smile of the moon watching over them. He looked back at Henry, who was half naked on the bed. He was pretty much ready to go to sleep. Joey sighed a thick cloud of smoke. Henry was supposed to be the smoker, but Joey always stole his packs and certainly smoked more than his boyfriend.

“Let’s go, then.”

He scratched the end of his cigarette under the overhang of the window and threw it outside. He jumped off his spot, landing on the wooden floor without a sound.

“Get dressed, we’re going.”

Henry wasn’t too surprised, Joey was often dragging him in crazy “nightventures”. It was always sudden and random. He was glad he was the origin of tonight’s wandering off. He got out of the bed, picking up his clothes Joey had folded nicely on the chest at the end of the bed. The man in question was already by the door with his coat and hat on, playing with his keys, ready to leave. Henry got dressed quickly and joined his lover in the old staircase of the building. He did his best to shut up and be careful to the steps he shouldn’t step on because they were too noisy. Joey marked them with chalk on the left side of the old wood. They got down the three stories quickly. The night outside was pleasantly cool and soft, with very little wind. There was no noise besides some birds and the sound of their footsteps on the gravel covering the ground. Joey hopped in his hearse, looking at Henry through the window. The other did not really want to step inside the sinister vehicle, as everytime he was in there something bad happened. He gulped, his eyes slowly drifting to his own car, parked on the other side of the street.

“Get in, you chicken.” He challenged Henry, an amused grin on his lips.

Joey turned the engine on suddenly and his car started roaring, wich made Henry take a step back with a yelp. It was not supposed to sound that way for sure.

Think about the elephants, Henry. Breathe.

That’s better.

He gulped and carefully walked towards the Death Machine– that’s how he nicknamed Joey’s hearse. He got into the passenger seat, curling up against his boyfriend, hugging his arm, as it was the only way to be stable as the seatbelt was broken. Joey grumbled, gripping the steering wheel.

“Let’s go see those elephants. I’ll need you to tell me the way, I completely forgot where it is.”

Henry smiled. Typical Joey. The truth is that he knew where it was, but if Henry was distracted he wouldn’t get scared and flip out because of Joey’s original way of interpreting the road code. It perfectly worked, and with the indispensable help of Henry they drove to where the circus was and parked close by. The moment the hearse stopped moving Henry jumped off, trotting away to get to a reasonable distance. Joey rolled his eyes at this and adjusted his hat on his head.

“You’re ridiculous.”

He put his hands in his pockets and got next to Henry.

“One day I won’t wanna get near that horrible machine anymore, you know!”

Joey shrugged, not looking impressed at all.

“Yeah, sure.”

He huffed, amused, and followed Henry who was already walking towards the animal’s enclosures. He was looking around, hoping no one would notice them messing with the animals in the middle of the night. Henry was not so concerned about this, his brain was wired on the elephants only. After a few minutes of walking around in the dark, a big, excited squeal sent the sleeping birds in the trees near by flying away. Joey grinded his teeth together, glaring at Henry.

“May I remind you the owners are sleeping and we shouldn’t be here?” He whispered loudly, worried.

Henry put his hands over his mouth, turning to Joey.

“Sorry!” He whispered back, embarassed. “But look– they’re just there!”

He closed his fists, shaking them a little out of excitement, then pointed at the elephants, sleeping in the grass not so far away. Joey winced upon seeing the creatures. He didn’t want to admit it but large animals scared him a lot. He kept his distances, keeping a calm composure.

“That’s great.”

Henry turned back to the elephants, leaning against the fence, almost vibrating of happiness. Joey looked at him and smiled. Henry’s moods were very contagious. He started climbing the fence, wanting to have a closer look at the grey masses laying in the grass. He approached the elephants carefully, not wanting to scare them. They were still sleeping.

It was not the best idea, but it was fun to watch so Joey didn’t say anything. Still he stayed alert in case someone would come. And he did well. A few minutes later he heard someone walk not so far away.

“Shit. Henry?”

Henry stopped walking and and turned to Joey.

“Mh?” He tilted his head on the side, worried by Joey’s anxious tone.

“Someone’s coming.” He whispered, looking towards where the sound seemed to come from.

“Oops–”

Henry sprinted back to the fence and jumped over it, but stress made him slip and he flopped down on the ground. Joey made fun of him and helped him back on his feet. The footsteps came closer. Joey and Henry started to walk back to Joey’s hell car quickly, trying to be as silent as possible, hiding behind the other cages. Henry stayed close to his boyfriend, making himself as little as possible. They could see a man between the metal bars and sleeping animals, looking for them, possibly very upset. Soon enough they arrived to where the hearse was waiting for them. Joey ran to it and unlocked the doors.

“We’re leaving now. Get in–”

Henry didn’t do as much manners when it came to getting in the hearse. Joey turned on the car and quickly drove away from the circus, taking the road back to his appartment. Henry laughed, nervously at first, but it became genuine as they started driving away, gripping on Joey’s arm happily. Joey was amused as well, now that the stress was fading away.

“Thank you Joey!”

Joey shrugged, letting out an amused bark.

“It was fun. I’m glad you saw your elephants.”

Henry giggled happily, keeping his eyes on Joey to avoid looking at the road.

“Yeah. I wish I could have gotten closer… You know what time is it?”

Joey lended his right wrist to Henry so he could read his watch.

“It’s two and something.” He declared, releasing Joey’s forearm. Even with the biggest efforts, he never figured out how to read the longer needles.

“Fantastic.” Joey crooned, getting his hand back on the wheel.

Henry giggled, resting his head on his boyfriend’s shoulder.

Not so long later, they were back in Joey’s lair. The moment Henry stepped in, he really felt tired. All that unexpected nightly running around drained the last bits of energy in his body. Joey didn’t look tired at all. He was trying hard to convince himself he wasn’t tired,but his will had limits. He put down his coat on the back of his armchair then got to the kitchen to make coffee. Henry settled on a chair next to him.

“Are you sure you don’t wanna sleep instead ?” Henry asked, tapping his fingers on the table.

Joey shook his head, staring at the coffee pot.

“No. There’s work to finish and I know I won’t sleep. I’ll need that still.”

He went to pat the hot metal– just once.

“Ow. Fucking idiot.”

He shook his hand, wincing.

Henry stood up.

“Oh my God are you okay?!”

Joey put his hand under cold water in the sink, a blank look on his face.

“Of course.” He replied sarcastically.

Henry frowned.

“You should sleep.”

“You should sleep.” Joey mocked him, imitating his voice.

“Come on, Joey. It’s with me!”

Joey looked at the floor, his hand still stuck under the faucet. Maybe Henry was right.

“Okay, okay.” He sighed. “Just let me take a shower and do something about my fucking hand first.”

Henry smiled victoriously and went to the bedroom. The moment he slipped under the bedsheets he fell asleep, tonight’s adventure in mind. Joey joined him later in the night once he was clean, and just sat down next to Henry, waiting for the night to pass. He did fall asleep eventually, ending that night’s adventure there.

#batim #bendy and the ink machine #hellion studio #joey drew #joey a. drew #henry oswald #henry batim #joey x henry #they're just fucking idiots really #hellion's stories

[keelywolfe]

Drabble: When You Close Your Eyes (baon)

Summary: ...do you dream about me? Stretch has some sleep issues.

Tags: Spicyhoney, Established Relationship, Domestic, Hints of Depression, Hurt/Comfort, Mention of Medications

Note: I’m on OT at work all this week, so I may not have time to touch on any of my main stories. But man, I desperately wanted a drabble with Stretch’s low HP wreaking havoc and Edge being the good husband that he is. So here we are. 

My drabbles tend to wander around a bit in the timeline of the main storyline, assume this happens before ‘Any Other Tuesday.’ Sorry about that. 

Part of the ‘by any other name’ series.

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Mondays were always busy at the Embassy as work piled up over the weekend. Edge tried to avoid working on Saturday and Sunday whenever he could. The weekends were his time to spend at home with his husband. Stretch did the same, leaving his projects aside, whatever insanity he was working on at any given time, though they didn't usually take up as much time as Edge's work. Twelve-hour workdays were occasionally unavoidable for Edge, there was so much that needed done, but Stretch was the most important thing in his life. He deserved those two days and Edge was determined to give them to him.

Even if it meant a busy Monday.

On this particular one, it took him most of the day to clear his inbox, working in between meetings and conference calls. He was nearly finished when his phone rang and a glance at the screen made him frown.

The caller ID came up as ‘The Beanery’. Stretch usually went in on Mondays, hanging around with his laptop and using the free wifi. He said the noise helped him keep his thoughts on track rather than wandering off, which, knowing Stretch was perfectly plausible. But Edge couldn’t think of a reason for a call from the business line. Perhaps he was having trouble with his own phone, it was possible. That’s what he told himself as he hit the accept call button.

“Hello?” Edge said, warily.

“Edge?”

“Debbie?” Hearing her voice did nothing to alleviate his concerns. “What can I do for you?”

“First, I’d like to stress that I’m not complaining. You boys are always welcome in the shop, any time.”

“But…?”

“But Stretch came in earlier today. He chatted for a bit and ordered a drink, but…well, he’s been sleeping in one of the booth seats for about two hours now.” He could hear noise in the background, people chatting and the burble of the machinery as she went on. “Edge, I certainly don’t mind him using the space, I’m only worried. I’d wake him myself, but I know that he’s…um…” She struggled for a word, settling on, “…sensitive. Unless you want me to?”

“No. I’ll be there in fifteen minutes. Thank you, Debbie.” He hung up, saving a few reports before gathering his laptop.

If he hurried, he could be there in ten.

~~*~~

The bell over the door jangled loudly when he walked in, but the figure in the corner booth didn’t stir. Nor did he move when Edge walked up to him, leaning in for a better look. His skull was pillowed on his folded arms, his face mostly buried in the bunched-up material of his sweatshirt. One closed socket was visible, stains of exhaustion beneath it.

Edge caught sight of Debbie where she was looking on worriedly and nodded to her, then leaned down to his husband.

“Stretch?” Edge shook him gently. “Love?”

He startled so violently he nearly fell out of his seat, saved only by Edge catching him under one arm.

“wha-babe?” Muzzily, Stretch blinked up at him. “what’re you doing here, i…” He looked around a little wildly. “what time is it?”

“After four.” Edge kept a grip on him until he was sure Stretch wouldn’t tumble out of his seat.

Stretch only blinked up at him, “fuck, really? knew i should’ve gotten the espresso shot.” He scrubbed a hand over his face, shaking off Edge’s hand. “this isn’t horribly embarrassing or anything. i’m sorry, babe, i didn’t mean for them to drag you away from work. slept like shit last night, i knew should’ve stayed home and took a nap, but…” he trailed off, shrugging.

But he hated the limitations his HP put on him. Hated that anyone else with higher HP would have simply needed an extra coffee to go about their day when one poor night’s sleep was enough to throw off his entire schedule.

“It’s all right, love, I wasn’t busy,” Edge lied smoothly. That Stretch didn’t question him was only a deeper sign of how tired he was. He caught the strap of Stretch’s laptop bag, slinging it over his own shoulder. “Come on, let’s go home.”

Before they could escape out the door, Debbie ran over and hastily handed Edge a to-go cup. Edge accepted it gratefully while she turned her attention to Stretch.

“Go home and get some sleep, sweetie,” she scolded.

Stretch gave her a weak smile. "deb, i'm sorry--"

"Don't be silly!” She waved him off. “There was no harm done. Now go home with that handsome man of yours and put your feet up. Have him make dinner for once!"

Stretch only laughed at that, even as Edge said blandly, "I imagine I can throw something together."

In short order they were settled into the car, the scenery speeding past them. It was cool enough to keep the roof closed, and better to keep out the exhaust from the busy roads. Stretch leaned against the door rather than scooting close to Edge. His hoodie was pulled up, hiding his face, but his eye lights reflecting in the window glass.

Edge sipped his coffee as he drove, waiting.

“sorry, it’s my fault,” Stretch said abruptly. “i ran out of my meds. didn't get out to get the refill until today, so i took them late and now i'm all out of whack.”

“You could have told me. I would have picked them up for you.”

“could have. didn’t because i’m a grownup who can do grownup things, and i handled it.” All sharp edges and irritation today, then.

“You are,” Edge agreed calmly. “I never meant to imply otherwise.”

The roads were busy, the afternoon commuters filling them. He still noticed the reflection of eye lights vanishing from the window when Stretch closed his sockets. “i’m sorry, babe, i’m being an asshole.”

Not a line of thought Edge wanted to encourage. “No, you are, I believe the words were ‘out of whack’.”

“yeah,” he agreed, tiredly.

Edge set his coffee cup in the holder, reaching out to lightly touch the back of Stretch’s hand. He turned it over immediately, twining their fingers together.

Better.

Halfway home, Stretch was drowsing again, his hood cushioning his skull against the window glass.

When he pulled in to their driveway, Edge only shook him gently back awake and made no attempt to guide or hold him as he shuffled into the house. An attempt to carry him would probably leave them both bleeding, if only metaphorically. Not today, with his frustrations sitting raw and exposed on the surface.

Stretch left his shoes in an untidy pile at the doorway and crawled onto the sofa, collapsing with a muffled groan.

With some effort, Edge managed ignore that, stifling the urge to straighten them. It was entirely possible that Stretch would take it as a silent admonishment. His own shoes were lined up neatly before he walked over to the sofa on silent feet, pulling the blanket from the back and draping it over Stretch’s still form.

He didn’t wake but he did sigh, snuggling into the soft folds.

Edge set up his laptop on his desk, working his way through reports while Stretch slept on behind him, still sipping the coffee Debbie had, in her infinite wisdom, made a venti.

Some hours later he heard the springs creak, turned enough to see Stretch sitting up and yawning.

Stretch offered him a warm, sleepy smile, “hey, babe.”

“Hello, love.” He looked better, some of his weariness eased.

“didn’t deb say something about you making me dinner?”

Definitely feeling better. Edge leaned back in his chair, raising a brow bone. “What were you planning on giving me in exchange?”

Stretch grinned slyly, ah, much better then, “whatever you’re brave enough to ask for.”

Oh, that held promise. Edge closed his laptop, detouring on the way to the kitchen to lean down and take a kiss. Stretch’s mouth was still warm with sleep and he sighed a little, tipping his head up and letting Edge deepen it.

He drew back reluctantly, but a firm grip on his tie kept him from going far. “Let me feed you and then we can discuss terms.”

“feeding me first isn’t a very good negotiation tactic.” But Stretch let go of his tie.

Something simple seemed to be the order of the day, and Edge prepared a sandwich for each of them, along with a small fruit salad. Pushing through the kitchen door, he stopped just on the other side. Stretch was asleep again, sprawled out with one foot poking out from under the blanket.

Edge set the plates on the coffee table, snagging half of his own sandwich and eating it in quick, precise bites. Then he nudged Stretch over enough to lay down on the sofa himself, pulling Stretch into his arms.

“humzat?” Stretch mumbled. He snuggled into Edge’s shoulder automatically, making a soft noise of contentment when Edge tucked the blanket closely around them.

“Go to sleep,” Edge murmured to him. He rested his chin lightly on top of Stretch’s skull, breathing in the sweetness of his scent and closing his own sockets.

Another hour of sleep would suit them both just fine.

-finis

#spicyhoney #papcest #keelywolfe #underfell #underswap #underfell papyrus #underswap papyrus #by any other name

[robinrunsfiction]

Weapons of Clairvoyance - Chapter 5

Chapter 4

Song recommendations for this chapter: “Dying in LA” by Panic! At The Disco, “Flicker, Fade” by Taking Back Sunday and “Twin Skeletons” by Fall Out Boy (the ~ indicates the song change)

The next morning you jolted awake. You grabbed your notebook off the floor and started scribbling notes.

‘Entrance is a tunnel in the forest, no people inside, burn it all = no more records. Gerard down.’ You shuddered writing that note. ‘Running, smoke, dark. Then something that didn’t fit at all, a tarot card, the death card.’ That was the last thing you saw before you woke up. You didn’t have a good feeling about that, but you wrote it down anyway since it was what you saw.

You quietly padded out of your room and peeked in Gerard’s room. The door was cracked and you could see a mess of red hair on the pillow, his bare back to you. You blushed and went downstairs to see Frank asleep face first on the couch. You smiled and continued into the kitchen. Quietly you poured some coffee and slipped out onto the back steps.

Sitting in the fall air, you felt chilly as it had cooled considerably in the two the days since you arrived. You really hoped to go home today, or at least to a store to get some clean items. You heard the backdoor close behind you and you glanced back to see it was Ray. He sat down next to you.

“Mornin,” he greeted you.

“Hey,” you replied.

“So you’re a real deal seer?” He asked quietly.

“So I’ve been told. I guess it checks out, I mean I’ve been seeing things in my dreams or I’ve always just known stuff somehow without actually learning it. I saw Gerard in my dreams before he showed up. I saw his Grandmother yesterday. It’s bizarre, but makes total sense at the same time. What about you, I heard you cast spells and make potions like some kind of wizard?”

“Yea, no special powers for me, just old fashioned hard work.” He replied. “All my stuff is downstairs here. They got all kinds of space compared to my tiny shitty apartment,” he laughed.

You laughed as well. “Yea this place is crazy huge and awesome.”

You and Ray kept chatting until Gerard came outside.

“Sorry to interrupt, but (YN) do you wanna go home and get some stuff?”

“Oh yea, that would be amazing,” you replied getting up and following Gerard inside, giving Ray a warm smile. You found him to be down to earth and easy to talk to. You hoped he might be willing to teach you a thing or two about casting spells.

~

“I guess Mikey flew over a while ago and texted to say nothing seems out of order at your place. We’ll still be careful,” he said as you got into his car.

“Have you gotten any word from Andy?”

“Not yet this morning, Mikey was gonna try to get in touch with him this morning. If he’s already paranoid though, it’s gonna be harder.”

“Yea I suppose he might be harder to convince than I was. Seeing is believing, and whatnot,” you said with a laugh.

Gerard smiled at you. “You get anything last night?”

Your face fell, recollecting on what you saw. “Oh yea,” you sighed. “I saw a tunnel in the woods, but nothing specific. Umm, smoke, fire destroying the facility, but no one was around for some reason. Umm,” you paused. “I think you might get hurt. I might get hurt too, but that’s the risk we run I suppose.”

Gerard glanced at you concerned. “Anything else?”

“No,” you lied. You were certain that whatever you saw relating to death was for you, not him and you didn’t want him to worry.

He glanced over again anyway, sensing there was something you weren’t telling him, but he decided not to press you right now.

“So I’ll try to be quick packing my stuff when we get there,” you said changing the subject.

“Oh yea, I was gonna do something before we got there,” Gerard said. When you looked back over at him, his hair was a little shorter and a golden blonde. “Just in case they think they know what I look like.”

“I don’t think I’m ever going to not be jealous of that,” you laughed.

When you arrived at your house, you found your spare key and went in. Gerard did a sweep of the house and nothing looked out of order. The coffee mugs from the day Gerard appeared were still on your table, now stone cold. You pulled your luggage out of your closet and started loading clothes and belongings you couldn’t be without.

“Hey Gerard?” You called from your room, and he appeared in the doorway.

“Yea?”

“Can you look at my laptop and make sure it doesn’t look… messed with?” You said gesturing to the computer at the foot of your bed.

“Sure thing, Sugar” he said taking a seat at the foot of your bed, opening up the laptop and looking it over.

“You think my life will ever be back to normal? Like, back to living here in my regular life?”

“Would you want to go back to your old life?” He asked simply.

You paused at the question, your brow knitted as you thought. Did you really want that? Would that mean ending what was developing with Gerard? Did you really think you could ever go back to how your life was before you discovered your abilities?

"I just don't want to have to be running and hiding, looking over my shoulder that someone might snatch me up forever. I couldn't ask for a better group to get me used to all this though," you said with a smile to Gerard.

He smiled back. "I think it looks ok. You got everything?"

"I think so," you replied loading the laptop into the bag and zipping it shut. You then heard a vibrating.

"Its Mikey, he tracked down Andy and he wants us to go get him," Gerard said reading the text. "Oh and he's outside."

"Well let's go I guess," you said grabbing one bag and Gerard grabbed another before heading out. You took one last look around your place, unsure if you would ever see it again. You sure loved it this place, but it wasn't safe right now. Gerard was your safety now, and if his Grandmother was right, you were his as well.

Mikey was sitting on the hood of Gerard’s car when you lugged all of your stuff out. "Got everything?" He asked taking the bag from you.

"Almost literally," you replied.

"Let's go get him then," Mikey said.

You arrived at a park and found Andy on a bench under a tree, exactly as you pictured, with a duffel bag at his feet.

"You're Andy," you said tentatively.

"Yep, you must be the seer, and the other shapeshifter. And you're all gonna keep me from getting killed, right?"

"That's the plan," Gerard replied.

"Let's go, I'll explain everything on the way."

~

Once on the road back to the house Andy divulged everything he knew. He had been working for a large pharmaceutical company called Restoricom as a researcher for a few years. He explained that as a kid he had been able to communicate with animals, but at the same time he didn't know if he really even believed the messages he was receiving. He started at Restoricom after college because he was saving up money to get into veterinary school and heard they didn't use animals in their research, but after some upper level changes he became less sure that was true. That is when he started digging.

He found that there was an entire separate division that was actively suppressing alternative medicine developments that would make the treatments the main corporation was working on obsolete. These alternatives included the possibility of magic. When he last had access to their information, they were only starting to gather information on potential people with powers. He quit out of fear that his power may be uncovered and used against him, or the animals he sought to protect.

"That's why they took John and Mikey, they needed to do research on them, or get information out of them," you concluded. "But now more than anyone else, they're gonna want Ray, his ability to craft spells and potions would be beyond valuable to them, or detrimental depending on how you look at it."

Everyone nodded in agreement.

"We'll have to keep him undercover at the house so we can keep an eye on him and keep him safe. I’m sure he can put a protective spell over the house as well," Gerard decided.

When you arrived at the house everyone unloaded the car.

"Should probably let Ray know what's going on," Gerard said.

"Can I come down too?" You asked. "I've never seen someone working on actual potions before."

"Yea sure, he won't mind," Gerard replied. Following him what was most striking to you was how well soundproofed the basement was because when the door opened loud music hit your ears.

"Hey man," Gerard shouted over the noise as he rounded the corner. Ray was at a workbench that was covered in notebooks, spell books, pens, glass jars and beakers.

"Quite the Breaking Bad vibe going on down here," you joked. “You sure everything is on the up and up?”

"They can't regulate what they don't believe in," Ray said with a laugh.

"That's just the thing," Gerard started and Ray turned to look at him with a very concerned expression.

"What's going on?"

"We think Restoricom is gonna come after you," Gerard replied.

"The pharmaceutical company? Really? Why?"

"Because you're capable of making cures for diseases that they don't want to cure," you explained.

"But again, they're a pharmaceutical company," Ray argued.

"And if everything is cured, especially by magic, they go out of business," Gerard said with a tone of disgust.

"That's fucked up," Ray said quietly. He looked like he was going to be ill. You and Gerard nodded silently.

"I think if you can cast some kind of cloaking spell on the house, we will all be better off. And it's probably best if you stay here until we can get this all figured out too." Gerard said matter of factly.

"Yea, sounds good. I'll start looking into the spell," Ray replied before turning back to his books.

You and Gerard made your way back upstairs and you noticed your bags were still by the door, but Andy and his bags were nowhere to be seen.

"Oh come on," you muttered when you realized what happened.

"What's wrong?" Frank asked from his spot on the couch, where he had barely moved from since he woke up a few hours before.

"I think my room just got taken," you said, turning to march up the stairs, but your way was blocked by Mikey was coming down. Mikey shot Gerard a wink and a smirk as he walked by him. Gerard shot him a look back to let him know he didn't need a setup, not like this.

"Come on," Gerard said picking up the bags and going up the stairs.

"But aren't all the spare rooms full?" You asked following him up. At the top of the stairs, he turned into his own room. "Gerard no, I can't put you out like that."

“(YN), I insist,” he said setting the bags down on the floor. “You need to sleep well so you can tell us what’s coming.”

“But I really don’t want you to have to sleep in a chair,” you paused. “I mean, I don’t mind sharing,” you said blushing and glancing down at your shoes.

Gerard tipped your chin up so you were looking him in the eye. “Whatever you want, Sugar,” he said with a smile and pressed a kiss to your lips. “I’ll let you get settled,” he said before stepping out.

Chapter 6

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Coincide - Chapter 1

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Summary: Race has a good life. Amazing friends and family, graduation just within reach, the past few years have been treating him well.

That is, until one night changes everything and Race finds himself spinning in ways his dancing never could.

Pairings: Sprace (focus), Blush (bg)

Rating: T

Genre: Modern Era, Sick!Fic, Falling in Love (lots more tags on AO3)

Words: 1690

A/N: uh i got impatient with myself lmao but this will be updated bi-weekly!! and i can say for sure it won’t be on hiatus ever yeeeee 

Also special thanks to @seaofolives for beta-ing!!!

(tagging @marvinjuana!!)

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AO3

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The summer evening was cast in the glow of fireflies, bouncing around a small campfire where two friends sat, chatting the night away.

“Man, senior year. Can you believe it?” Race took a sip from his drink and tugged his hood over his head.

Mush laughed, mimicking Race’s movements. “No. Never thought we’d get to this point. But I’m ready to move on. Bigger, better things await us.”

“Always the optimist,” Race smiled, a lightness in his heart.

“You know me.” Mush added a wink at the end and Race threw his head back in laughter.

“Sure do.”

Sometimes, Race couldn’t believe how much time had passed. It felt like only yesterday that he had met Mush, the two becoming instant friends and forming a closeness that kept them inseparable. Now, with the end of their college career, a part of Race just wanted to turn the clock back. There were moments not savored enough, regrets still heavy on the mind.

Shaking his head, Race smiled at Mush, the two sharing a knowing glance before they toasted their drinks to each other.

As the evening wore on, the conversation drifted off and Race took to studying the flames as Mush leaned back, gazing at the stars. The silence was a comfortable change, Race mulling over all that had happened until this point in his life.

“Mush, I gotta say, thanks for everything. For putting up with all the bullshit I’ve put you through.”

“It’s never been putting up, Race. You’re my best friend. After Andrea…” Mush trailed off, swallowing before he started again. “We all coped in our own ways. We can’t blame each other there.”

Sinking in his chair, Race stared into the flickers of orange and red. “I guess...I just…” he stumbled as his thoughts turned dark.

If he hadn’t stayed at school so late or if he hadn’t been so testy with his brother that morning, maybe he wouldn’t be stuck with the guilt that consumed him. Race’s mind swarmed with what if’s but it was too late for that. He couldn’t change the past and that, more than anything else, hurt him the most. It chipped away at him every day, reminding him of his mistakes, his mark on everyone’s lives.

“Hey, Race,” Mush reached out, his fingers brushing on Race’s wrist.

Glancing down, Race swallowed as familiar needs grew inside of him. “Can I…?”

“Course,” Mush said, just above a whisper, holding his hand palm up. “You know you don’t need to ask anymore.”

“Still,” Race shrugged before lacing his and Mush’s hands together. “You and Blink.”

Mush nodded, his thumb running along the back of Race’s hand. “He understands. I mean, I explained it all to him when we first started dating and he was cool with it right away.”

“Does he know we fell in love with each other?” Race joked, taking another sip of his drink.

“Yeah,” Mush sighed, eyes turned up at the sky. “Star-crossed lovers, never meant to be.”

The two laughed at this, shaking their heads. Feelings shoved to the side, fading in and out at different times, in another life, Race and Mush were happy together. Now, Race was just content that they could be as they were.

Blink really was someone special. As first introductions went, Race was thrilled that he clicked with Blink and from then on, Race had been there, cheering Blink and Mush on as the relationship developed. Wedding bells were in the future and Race couldn’t wait to be best man to Mush. Or Blink. Whoever had won that rock, paper, scissors fight.

“Well, Mush,” Race sighed, grounding himself in Mush’s warmth. “Probably should head in for the night, huh? We’ve been out here for hours.”

“I suppose,” Mush smiled, squeezing Race’s hand before grabbing a bucket of water.

With the fire extinguished, Race watched the last of the smoke trails float into the night, weaving his worries in the fading grey. For now, he just needed to take it slow, be patient with himself. Change wasn’t going to happen overnight and Race had learned the hard way.

Mush’s arm wrapped around his shoulders and Race leaned into him, the two sharing another smile before heading into the house, the chirping of crickets accompanying them every step of the way.

~

“You’re so lucky you don’t need an internship,” Mush groaned as he fell onto Race’s bed.

With the summer nearly over, the two friends were frantically preparing for the incoming semester, Race planning out the details of his dance final as Mush played the waiting game for his nursing internship.

“Still no word?” Race turned from his notes, watching Mush press his face into the pillows.

Mush’s reply was muffled and Race hopped up from his chair, landing on his bed next to Mush.

“Talk to me, buddy.”

Lifting his head from the pillows, Mush stretched, a small groan leaving him. “They’re just taking forever. I know I’m in but I don’t know which hospital.”

Race smiled at Mush, poking at the crease of worry on Mush’s forehead. “I like your confidence. Let’s keep that up.”

Grinning, Mush hugged a pillow close to him and sighed. Race could see the tension in his shoulders, his eyes drifting away. Mush was forever the worrier and Race rested his head against the wall.

“Have you talked to Blink at all?”

Eyebrows raised, Mush shrugged. “He’s busy at the mechanic shop. I don’t want to bother him with too much.”

Race pursed his lips, nodding away his hint of frustration. With Blink hours away, living in the same city where their university was, Mush and Blink didn’t get to see each other often during the summer. Race could see the building tension and it was taking a toll on his own well-being. He cared for both dearly, but with Mush unable to outpour his love and concerns to Blink, Race was tempted to just drive Mush out to Blink himself.

“What about you? Your dance final?” Mush’s voice interrupted Race’s thoughts.

“I’ve got something,” Race looked over his hand. “I’ve got until next May so I’m not worried. Yet.”

Mush laughed then, rolling onto his back. “Famous last words.”

“Shush you,” Race shoved Mush playfully.

He’d learn how to manage his time this year. He had three years of practice after all and Race was determined.

It was time to give it his all, make everyone proud. There were going to be no distractions now, nothing to take him away from his dreams. He had promised his brother after all.

Mush’s eyebrows raised as if he had read Race’s mind and Race only smiled in return.

“We’re gonna be just fine, Mush.”

~

The last leg of his trip was killing him.

Music over-listened to, daydreams hardly a distraction at all, Race honestly thought he wasn’t going to reach the university. Sure, he had chosen it for the program, not caring about the distance, but now with an hour left to go in his car, he cursed to himself.

Why, why, why echoed in his mind as the road remained flat and endless before him. If it kept going like this, Race wouldn’t have much to distract himself and that thought alone was starting to terrify him.

To his relief, his phone rang then and he brought the call up on the car’s speakers, grinning at the name on his dashboard screen.

“What’s the good news, Mush?” Race asked, the gears in his mind whirling away.

“We’re bored,” Mush sighed on his end, accompanied with the sound of static. That or Blink getting caught in bubble wrap. “When are you getting here? The freshmen are starting to pour in.”

Race laughed a little, wondering how many new students he’d have to fight for his parking spot. Of course, he was used to it by now. Race was sure his last year had no more curveballs to throw at him.

“Oh, and Blink’s getting hungry too,” Mush added as Blink swore in the background.

“You guys go on and eat without me,” Race waved to no one. “I still got a while to go.”

Mush made a small noise and Race could already see the pout on his face. “We’re not gonna do that, Race. Even if I got to see you every day this summer, we hardly got a chance to be the three of us. I’ll just make Blink a PB&J to tide him over.”

Race smiled then, already seeing Blink’s expression of contorted confusion and anger. “You’re amazing, Mush,” Race complimented.

“Thanks, honey,” Mush responded almost immediately and Race couldn’t help laugh at Blink’s small protest of, “Hey…,” cutting through.

“I’m ‘honey’, Blink. You’re ‘babe’, remember?” Race teased and Blink’s laugh rang loud through his car speakers.

“Yeah, I guess,” Blink hollered very close to Mush’s phone, making Race wince at the sudden sharpness. “Turn down your radio, you’re going to ruin your hearing.”

Race rolled his eyes, but did as Blink said, then realizing his volume was maybe just a bit too high. “Okay, Dad.”

“I’m your weird uncle at best,” Blink shot back, but the rest of his commentary was lost to the commotion of what Race assumed was Mush grabbing his phone back.

“Okay, you gotta focus on driving. We’ll see you when we see you, okay, Race?”

“Catch you later,” Race nodded his goodbye, ending the call as he stared at the blue sky without a cloud in sight.

Never in all his years did he imagine he’d feel like this. Even with the looming schoolwork, the unknown after graduation, he wouldn’t want to be anywhere else than where he was. He was content, coming to terms with the past bit by bit. Had his younger self known what awaited him, Race knew he wouldn’t have spiraled as he did.

Life had done its worst, but Race wasn’t as angry anymore. Instead, he settled into the memories that remained, repeating forgotten promises to himself as the road stretched ahead.

Whatever was headed his way, Race was more than prepared, ready for his hardened emotions to leave him for good.

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In Your Footsteps: Part 7

You’d never dreamed that something like this could ever happen to you. You had everything…your dream job, a loving boyfriend and the perfect life. But, all that would change with one note and your life would become a living nightmare.

Masterlist (x)

So, this part is kind of fluffy? Well, as fluffy as it will get for a while. Plus, we’re almost halfway through the story! I can tell you that the BAU makes an appearance in the next chapter and the tension will be build even more as we head into my favourite part of the story (seriously, part 9 is the best)! Enjoy <3

A soft bleeping sound made you frown in confusion, your eyes struggling to open under the heavy weight of exhaustion. Suddenly, everything that had happened came flooding back to you. Your destroyed car, being hit and hearing wicked laughter as your attacker approached. You shot up, desperately trying to defend yourself.

“Y/N! Y/N it’s okay. You’re okay I promise” Grace cried, gently catching your arms as you flung them wildly. You relaxed as you realised that you were in a hospital room, your best friend by your bedside. You were safe…for now at least.

As the adrenaline began to fade away, you winced as the pain in your head became more noticeable. Grace shot you a worried look as she helped ease you back into the comfortable pillows.

“We were all so worried.” She whispered, looking down at her hands as a stray tear fell down her cheek. “One of the guys who was late for his shift found you in the car park.” A moment of tense silence passed as she leaned forward to move closer to you. “What happened?”

You closed your eyes as a choked sob left your lips. “I don’t remember much. My car was wrecked and there was glass all over the floor.” A violent shudder rippled through your body as images of the gravelly car park floor flew through your mind. That had been the last sight you ever thought you would see as you lay there helpless. “I turned to run back here…and then something hit me.” You croaked, your voice breaking as the emotion finally took over.

“We’ve called the police. They’re sending someone round to talk to you later. We wanted to give you some time to rest. The Chief was worried you may have concussion.” She explained, flashing you a weak smile as she took your hands in hers gently. “I’ll call Luke for you now, I know the two of you were meant to be meeting tonight.”

“No!” The fear in your voice alarmed her as she stared at you in shock. It wasn’t that you didn’t want Luke here. In fact, you would have given anything to have him by your side right now. But, the last thing you wanted to do was jeopardise the progress you had made today. You knew he would freak out if he found out you had been hurt. You just wanted things to be normal again.

“Y/N, he would want to-”

“Please.” You begged, your eyes pleading with her to heed your wishes. “I’m fine now. I just need to get home.” Your hand drifted down to the bracelet you always wore on your wrist, the golden bangle that your parents had bought you years ago. The cool metal always managed to calm you down. But, you gaped in shock as your fingers couldn’t find it.

“Did you take my jewellery off?” You asked Grace, panic beginning to creep into your voice.

“No.” She sounded confused as you frantically searched your arms. “We didn’t even change you into a hospital gown. We-”

All her words seemed to blare incoherently in the background as your vision blurred with tears. You could do nothing to ease your thudding heart as you realised whoever had attacked you had taken your most treasured possession as well as your happiness.

You had to get out of this room. Without thinking, you stood up quickly, desperately searching for any escape. But, it was too much for your overstressed body. You could hear your heavy pants as the panic consumed you entirely. Then, it all went silent as everything faded to black.

There was a sweet pressure on your hand as it was encased by a comforting warmth. For a split second you were calm, the presence beside you instantly relaxing. However, then a searing burst of pain shot through your head and you remembered exactly where you were. You could hear an alarming beeping coming from the machine nearby as your heart thudded against your chest sickeningly.

There was a calming voice murmuring in your ear as a gentle hand soothingly brushed the hair from your forehead, caressing your skin tenderly.

“Hey, it’s me. It’s okay.”

The sound of Luke’s quiet reassuring voice and his gentle touch made your breathing even out. You glanced up at him to see the worry etched into every line of his face. Your throat constricted at the sight. It was so unlike him to be sombre. You lifted your hand to cup his cheek, tracing his lips softly as if you could will a smile onto his face.

He pressed a kiss onto your palm, leaning into your touch as if to assure himself that you were still there beside him.

“Grace called me.”

You knew you had asked her not to tell him, but you found yourself extremely grateful for your friend’s intervention. Luke was the only person you could truly find comfort in right now.

“I was so worried.” His voice cracked slightly as he moved to grip your hand tightly. You had never seen him so upset. Not even during your blazing row the other week.

You couldn’t stand it.

“I’m okay.” You told him, your voice quiet and unconvincing. But, you couldn’t even bring yourself to say anything else. The strain of the entire situation had worn you down entirely. You didn’t even feel like yourself anymore.

Luke seemed to sense your exhaustion, pressing a tender kiss on your forehead.

“You’re not okay Y/N. But, I promise you I’ll sort this out.” The sincerity in his words and the intensity in his eyes touched your heart. You could tell he was putting this burden all on himself.

Luke was the type of person who hated being powerless, especially when it came to his loved ones’ suffering. He would do anything to ease your pain.

Perhaps that was what worried you...him putting himself in danger just to protect you.

“I just want to go home.” You turned away from him, wiping a stray tear from your cheek. You felt nauseous, your head throbbing agonisingly as the rest of your body ached from its impact with the hard floor. It was not knowing why this was happening to you that was the most distressing part of it.

“I don’t know what’s happening to me.” A loud sob escaped your throat as you finally allowed the hot tears to spill down your face. You tried to cover the evidence of your distress with your hands as you felt Luke move to sit beside you on the bed.

A strong arm wrapped around your waist as he pulled you into his chest protectively. One of his hands entangled in your hair as the other moved to rub your back soothingly.

“I don’t know what to do Luke.”

He gently lifted your head to face him. The warm depths of his soft brown eyes causing your cries to gradually subside. He could always make you feel safe.

It was a week later when you finally realised how much your life had changed. It made you furious to think that someone else had so much power over you, stripping away the control you had over your own life.

You had been shaken by the attack, but had been determined to get back to work. Firstly, you couldn’t afford to fall behind in your training. It was an intense programme and you refused to allow anyone to get in between you and your dream. Secondly, it was the only distraction you had from everything else that was going on. Light-hearted chatter with patients and practising medicine was helping you cope with the stress.

Luke had not been too pleased about your decision to go back to the hospital. But, he hadn’t openly voiced his opinion. He knew how much your job meant to you and, although he hated leaving you alone, there was no chance he could get time off at the BAU at the moment.

So, at least if you were in the hospital, there would be people around to look out for you while he was at work. He was constantly checking in though, just to make sure you were okay. You were also pretty certain he had spoken to Grace as well because she had been hovering near you the entire time.

Without even meaning to, you started gravitating towards the more crowded areas of the hospital. It was strange because although it made you feel safer in a way, it also made you feel extremely exposed. It was as if every move you made was being watched.

You were stood at the desk in the massive ground floor waiting room when it happened. A sudden cold crept up your spine as goosebumps erupted across your skin. The file you had been clutching dropped to the floor with a clatter as your hands began to shaky.

Someone was watching you.

You spun around, desperately trying to see who was staring. But, no one was there. Only friends and family waiting news about their loved ones’ surgeries, glancing down at their phones, chatting quietly or holding their head in their hands.

A shrill phone ringing caused your heart to beat nervously.

You felt as if you were going crazy.

You didn’t respond to the nurse beside you asking if you were okay, frozen still in absolute fear. It was only when she moved to touch your arm that you tore your heavy legs off the floor to rush outside. The cool air was of little comfort as you tried to regain your breathing. You couldn’t carry on like this.

“Doctor Y/L/N?”

You jumped in shock as the voice piqued up behind you, glancing around to see the mother of one of your patients.

“Oh dear, are you okay?” She asked, her face full of concern as she helped guide you over to a bench.

You were in the hospital garden. It was designed as a place of sanctuary for patients, relatives and staff alike. The peaceful surroundings were in stark contrast to the constant noise inside the hospital walls.

“Just breathe.” She told you quietly, rubbing your back comfortingly. A shaky laugh left your lips at the absurdity of the situation. You were a doctor. You were meant to be the one reassuring her.

“Thank you, Mrs Peters.” You gave her a weak smile as you finally got your breathing under control. It felt awful to be so vulnerable in front of someone, but the kindness in her eyes told you she didn’t mind at all. “I don’t know what’s came over me.”

She patted your back gently. “You haven’t seemed like yourself lately my dear. You used to be so happy.” You tried to smile softly at her, but the strain was too much. “If there’s anything I can do to help?”

You shook your head, standing up shakily as you tried to compose yourself. Her caring nature was extremely touching, but you had to be a professional. “I’m just having a bad day Mrs Peters. I’m sure I’ll be fine by tomorrow.” You gently touched her shoulder to convey your thanks for her concern. “Take care now.”

“You ready to go?”

You shook out of your dazed state, glancing at Luke in confusion as your hand hovered over your bag. You had found yourself drifting in and out of conversation recently, your thoughts distracting you.

“Y/N?” He asked quietly, moving forward to take your hand. It was if he thought he could pull you back to reality himself.

You nodded quickly, zipping up your bag hastily as you hooked it over your shoulder.

Luke had been picking you up from work ever since the incident in the car park. He tried not to show it in front of you, but you could tell he was concerned about your safety. You weren’t sure how he had managed to arrange things with his work, but he had made sure he had been there to pick you up every single time you finished a shift. The dark circles under his eyes told you how exhausted it had made him though.

A surge of guilt rose up as you saw him conceal a yawn. You couldn’t let him go on like this. He smiled softly at you as he went to take your bag off you, only to be stopped by your hand.

“I’ve got it.”

“I don’t mind-”

“I can carry my own bag Luke.” You sniped, immediately regretting your angry tone. You honestly didn’t mean to take your frustration out on him. But, the stress of everything and the guilt of having others, especially Luke, having to hover nearby to try to protect you was destroying you.

Luke nodded slowly, understanding your frustration, before letting you walk in front of him as the two of you exited the hospital. An uncomfortable silence grew between the two of you as he guided you towards his car.

You were worried to open your mouth in case another hurtful comment came out. It was as if you had no control over your own words anymore. Meanwhile, Luke wanted to give you the space and independence you needed. But, at the same time, he just wanted to be there for you.

“This won’t last forever.” He told you quietly as he sat in the driver’s seat, glancing over at you. His eyes softened as he noticed you picking at your nails, it had always been your nervous tell. ”I-”

A loud ring interrupted his words, his phone buzzing noisily on the dashboard. But, he ignored it as he leaned forward to continue talking to you.

“I won’t let anything happen to you.” You remained silent, pursing your lips as the phone continued to blare out. “Y/N? I-”

You snapped under the noise of the ringing phone. “God Luke, just answer the damn phone.” He raised his eyebrows at your snappy outburst. You couldn’t help but be stressed out by the sound of phones buzzing given the terror it had brought to you recently.

He leaned forward, pressing his phone to reject the call. There was no way he would be prioritising anything above you anymore.

“I’m sorry.” You murmured, closing your eyes as you allowed your head to fall back onto the seat. You felt completely drained. “The police got in touch today to say they still have no leads…they think I’m overreacting Luke.” Your voice sounded weak and you hated it. “They can’t do anything.”

He reached forward to grip your hand tightly. It infuriated him that the police didn’t seem to be concerned about what had happened to you. Hadn’t they seen how this thing could end?

He definitely had. The BAU had worked far too many cases when the warnings signs were ignored and women’s fears were brushed off as being irrational, leaving them helpless.

It had bothered him when he had worked those cases and it simply killed him now to see it happening to you. It was only the other month when he had been working a case involving a stalker. The images had haunted him ever since. The thought of your photograph being pinned up on an evidence board made him feel physically sick.

“We will do something about this, I promise.” He squeezed your hand tightly. “But, for right now you’re staying at mine.”

You glanced at him in surprise. “What about-”

He smiled softly, running a hand down your cheek to cup your face. “I’ve already grabbed some of your things and I won’t be taking no for an answer.” He pressed a light kiss onto your lips, feeling you melt under his touch. “Besides, Roxy will be more than happy to be your own personal guard dog.”

In spite of yourself, you let out a small laugh. He was right. This was the best thing to do. The fact he was looking out for you meant a lot.

He didn’t let go of your hand as he started the engine. Instead, he entwined your fingers together and rested your locked hands on your lap. The familiar smell of his jeep and the comforting warmth of his touch made you relax.

Your eyes fluttered shut as the exhaustion of the past month finally caught up with you. You fell asleep and, for the first time in a long while, you felt safe.

It was dark outside when you finally woke up. Your hands gripped the soft sheets beneath you in confusion as you slowly sat up, your head groggy from sleep as you tried to recognise your surroundings.

It was dark outside and Luke’s bedroom was cast in dark shadows. You outstretched a hand to search for him, but the spot beside you was empty. How late was it? Or was it still early? Everything was fuzzy after you had fallen asleep in his car.

You rubbed your eyes tiredly as you glanced down at yourself. He had apparently carried you up from the car, not disturbing you at all as he changed you out of your work clothes into the comfort of his sweatshirt, the soft fabric swamping your frame entirely. The smell of his clothes and the familiarity of his apartment made you exhale with relief.

A soft snore caught your attention and you realised that Roxy was curled up at the foot of the bed. Luke must have left her there to give you some company. You smiled softly as she stirred, wagging her tail slowly as she got up to nuzzle your hand. Apparently, she was as relieved as her owner to know you were okay.

Luke had always told you she could sense when someone was upset and you knew how intuitive she could be. So, it was no surprise when she gracefully leapt up onto the bed, curling up beside you. Your hand ran through her soft fur appreciatively, her warmth making you feel better.

A quiet rustling from the living caught your attention, glancing up you could see shadows moving against the light outside. You could tell by the sound of the footsteps that it was Luke pacing. Just as you were about to call out to him, his voice interrupted you.

“Something’s wrong.” He paused for a moment. You frowned in confusion, realising he must have been talking on the phone to someone. “Prentiss, I know we don’t have much to go on, but she’s my-” His voice choked up for a moment, before he sighed heavily. “I love her and she needs my help…our help. Please.”

You glanced down at the slumbering Roxy as a distraction to his words. You knew he was on the phone to his superior and a small pit of dread grew in your stomach as you realised why he had called her.

He remained silent for a minute as he listened to Prentiss’ response. “Has Garcia not found anything? I thought she would at least be able to track the calls.” You could almost see him tearing a hand through his hair in exasperation. His frustrated tone gave that much away.

“What am I meant to do?” The fragility in his voice almost broke your heart. You had never seen Luke like this before. He was usually so calm and composed. Even when he returned from a dreadful case he remained strong and resilient.

Yet, he was now slowly being broken down by the same fear you had been destroyed by. It was hard not to feel responsible for his pain.

The fact that he had valiantly been putting on a brave face in front of you only exacerbated your guilt.

You had zoned out from his conversation until you heard his footsteps approaching the bedroom door. You quickly curled up into the pillow, feigning sleep. You didn’t want him to know you had overheard his worried conversation.

He sighed softly as he carefully sat down beside you and Roxy, the bed shifting under his weight. You kept your eyes shut as you breathed evenly, successfully convincing him that you were enjoying a peaceful sleep. There was a slight pressure on your forehead as he dipped his head to place a tender kiss there. The sweet gesture almost made you smile.

“I love you.”

His three simple words meant more to you than you could ever explain.

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Midnight Ride

((Alright so here’s a fun little tidbit with Thomas, Aliquam, and Caeruleus. I know i don’t post much with him, but here’s a bit of what’s going on. :) There will be more to come, but slowly. Very slowly.))

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Tommy woke up at some god-awful time of the night. It was dark, and it was cold, and Aliquam and Caeruleus were on either side of him, caging him in. His stomach clenched and heaved, and he felt his mouth water unpleasantly. Thomas swallowed thickly, and blearily reached over Aliquam, his hand bumping his boyfriends cane, before locating his glasses on the bedside table. He grabbed them carefully, and then slid down on the bed, sliding them on his face while he sat up.

Ugh, again? He kept getting nauseated late at night. He hadn’t thrown up, but this was like… going on two weeks now. It was ridiculous. This time, he was nauseated and hungry. How did that even work?

Thomas got off the bed, blearily stumbling through the bedroom and hobbling out once he stubbed his foot on the damn edge of the bed. His stomach squeezed again, and he half coughed, half gagged into his fist, before stumbling into the kitchen. The green eyed cowboy flicked on the light over the stove, rummaged through his boyfriend’s cupboards, and got a glass.

The glass was toted to the fridge, where he fished out the bottle of ginger ale, and filled it. Thomas took a deep drink, letting it settle in his stomach, before sleepily blinking in the fridge as he leaned on the door. He was still hungry, still nauseated, but what to eat… according to the clock on the stove, it was one in the morning, so he should just go back to sleep. But he wanted something… Tommy just wasn’t sure what.

One of the perks of having a boyfriend riddled with PTSD, was that he never slept heavy.

The nudge to his cane was enough noise to wake him and after a few minutes, Aliquam joined him downstairs. "Thomas?"

“In the kitchen, Quinn.” Tommy yawned, and sipped his ginger ale again. He knew what he wanted. Jerky. Something meaty and salty… and they had none. He closed the fridge, and went to sit at the table in the dark, letting his head rest against the cool wood, groaning softly. “What’re ya doin’ up?”

"I heard my cane clatter." He murmured, coming over to him and wrapping an arm around him. "Noticed you were missing... are you alright?"

“No.” Thomas groaned softly into the table. The touch to his bare back was nice though, and the skeleton sighed. “I’m so tired of being woken up.” He wiggles his glass of ginger ale. “I feel like I want to be sick, but I also really want some beef jerky, and we have none.”

"Perhaps we should take you to the doctor... There might be something wrong with you..." He supposed with a gentle, worried tone.

“Begh, doctors.” He makes a face, hidden by the table, and grumbles as he leans up to sip his ginger ale. “They cost so much when ya ain’t got insurance.” He wasn’t like his Sister and Hamish, who had a stockpile they could fall back on. Comparatively, his ‘nest egg’ was very, very small. “It’s one in the morning, Quinn. The nausea only comes around this time, n’ then ‘s gone until next morning. I’ll be fine. M’ not bleeding, nothing is broken, and I’m not concussed, so there’s no need to see a doctor.”

"Then the least I can do is stay at your side, like a good mate should." He chuckled as he patted his shoulder gently.

Thomas lets off a soft grunt as his shoulder is patted, and it makes his chest come in contact with the table. He flinches slightly. “Ouch. My nipples are tender. M’ glad you’re gonna stay with me though, Quinn. Nausea alone sucks. Ugh. F’ it wasn’t so late, I’d go get on a horse n’ go get some jerky down at the store too.”

"Your nipples are sensitive?" The veteran asked, looking befuddled for a moment before he looked at him worriedly. He knelt down before him. "Let me see..."

Thomas opened his eyes and sat up, giving Quinn a concerned look behind his glasses. “Quinn, no, your leg.” He shifts, and helps the veteran up so he can have his chair instead. Then Thomas simply sits in his lap, and sighs. His ginger ale is forgotten on the table as he looks up at the other cowboy. “You don’t need to stress your leg.” He scolds him gently. “Here. You can look here.” The flesh of his pectorals was puffy and swollen, and his nipples looked darker. “Just be careful if you touch, or I’m liable t’ bite ya.” He jokes lightly.

He looked at his chest and his thumbs traced the areolas. "These are swollen... Both of them...  and look ready to start leaking..."

“Leaking?” Thomas queries, looking befuddled. “Aliquam, men don’t leak. Well… Unless they’re…” Was he? Oh god. He was nauseated with the desire to eat odd foods between it, his chest was tender and his nipples were swollen and ready to leak. He thought back. Had they ever…? Oh… Oh they had. They’d used his lady parts without protection- and damn had it felt amazing. “Oh fuck. Oh fuck, Quinn. Fuck. What do all these symptoms point to?” He prompts lightly. He felt nauseated and light headed. Not good.

"..." It took a moment for the veteran rancher to get what his partner was saying, but Quinn soon tensed up in shock. "T-Thomas.... Do you think you're... Pregnant...?"

Thomas slid his fingers down to his belly and poked it. It didn’t feel any different, but he wasn’t sure what it should feel like if he had a baby growing in there. He knew that forming his feminine parts for them to have fun… well, it formed all the feminine parts, including a womb. That was the extent of his kinds ‘magic’, was that they weren’t limited to one gender stereotype. “Well… Maybe? I mean… I don’t really know much about male skeletons havin’ babies.” He admits. “I know there are books ‘cause it’s fairly common, but… I never really read any o’ them. I know what causes it, n’ what we did… well, it was hella fun, but that’s generally what causes it. I didn’t even stop and think- we’re two guys, ‘s not the first thing that clicks in my mind. ‘Oh, grab a condom or I could get pregnant’.” His foot taps anxiously on the ground from where it dangles off of Quinn’s lap, and his stomach twists again. He feels green, and not the green color of his magic. He took a moment to let his stomach settle, before he spoke to Quinn again. “I’ll go get on my horse. It’s gonna bother me until I know, n’ the lil’ twenty four hour stop’n’go mart should have pregnancy tests.”

"I'll come with you..." He rumbled.

Thomas hesitated, and nodded. “I’d like that. Though we should tell Cae we’re going. He’ll be upset if he wakes up and both o’ us are gone.” Thomas taps his fingers on the table for a moment, and then shifts out of Aliquam’s lap. He guzzles down his ginger ale, and then holds out his hand to the much taller veteran to help him up. “He’s a cuddler n’ he’s gonna notice we’re gone here soon.”

"If we stick a teddy bear where you were, he'll just sleep through it." He snickered.

Thomas snorted faintly, and hefted Quinn up. He gave him his cane, and rolled his eyes, before starting a slow walk for the bedroom. He was effectively blind in the darkness, about what it was like without his glasses, so he did a lot of his feeling with his hands. He’d need a flashlight when he was on the horse, if there wasn’t enough moonlight outside. “I don’t think that’ll work, sweetheart. I’m not as soft as a teddy bear. Besides, I need a shirt and some pants. I’m not gonna go strollin’ into a mart lookin’ like this.” In his boxers with no shirt, they’d probably turn him away without even taking a closer look at him.

He slipped into the bedroom, and muffled a curse as he stubbed his toe on the damn dresser. He fumbled his way around, looking for his small supply of clothes he kept in a bag here. He didn’t have anything permanent- not yet- but he hadn’t ever wanted to intrude upon the brothers’ space. So he kept his stuff in a plastic bag, and it crinkled loudly while he fished out a thin button up shirt, and a pair of jeans. He just hoped the noise didn’t wake Cae- the larger man slept like a log, but a log only slept so deeply.

Quinn was more comfortable sleeping when he was clothed, so thankfully he didn't need to worry about fumbling in the dark to reach his clothing.

Thomas bumped into the bed while trying to get his clothes on, and grumbled as his stomach ‘thanked’ him by squeezing on the ginger ale he’d given it. His ‘hunger’ was sated, though he still wanted that jerky, but the queasiness would remain for a while. Once Thomas had fumbled into his clothes, he made his way around to the side of the bed and nudged Cae’s shoulder with his hand. “Cae,” He whispered. “Hey, wake up for jus’ a minute now.”

"No d'r'ln... I 'memb'red the cows..." He grumbled into his pillow. "G'back t'sleep..."

“Caeeee,” Thomas leaned down, and nibbled his neck gently. His sleepy mumbles were absolutely precious. “I’m running t’ the store with Aliquam. ‘S early, so don’t panic if ya wake up and we’re not here, okay?”

"M'kay..." He purred gently, "Love ya..."

“I love ya too, ya silly cowboy.” He pulled the blankets up over him better, and shoved his borrowed pillow into Cae’s arms so if the big cuddle bug tried to grab for him, he’d still be able to smell him on the pillow. Well, sort of.

With that settled, Thomas headed out to the living room once more, cracking his toe on the door again, and grumbled softly. He shuffled into his boots and forewent his hat, before getting his wallet off the hallway table. “You sure ya don’t just wanna stay here, Quinn?” He murmurs softly to Aliquam as he heads for the door. He looks ruffled, not his usual put together appearance. Thomas is not an early morning riser, so being up at one AM is throwing off his schedule. It’s moments like this that he wishes he has a car, and not a horse, but a horse is marginally cheaper to keep. “Depending on how my mare rides today, I may toss chunks. My stomach is really… uneasy.” He forewarns. No one wanted to see their boyfriend toss his lunch over the side of the saddle, and sympathy pukers were the worst for that.

"I'll be just fine, my dear Thomas." He chuckled. "And so are you." He then held up something that gave a quiet jingle

Car keys.

Thomas’s eyes locked onto the keys, and there was something like relief in his face. “Oh hell, you’re a saint.” He scooted over, and gently tugged him down to kiss his cheek, the odd form of his lips giving him a distinct feeling kiss. “Ain’t your brother gonna get upset that we borrowed his truck without askin’ him first?”

The kiss brought a coo from Quinn, before he nodded to his much smaller boyfriend’s question. "He will not mind. It's not like we can make it any more a mess than he can.”

Thomas nods. “And if he’s too upset, I know how t’ calm him.” He wiggles a brow, before moving out the door. Night time is cold, and Thomas gives a full body shiver, before making a hasty retreat for the old truck tucked away. He gets to the passenger door, and hauls himself up inside, shoving aside his blue-eyed boyfriend’s piles of garbage so he could curl up in the window seat and buckle up. Normally he’d help Quinn into the car, but shivering would mean he’d be shaking like a leaf, and more likely to be detrimental than a help. As it was, he reached over and opened the drivers side door for him, before getting himself as comfortable as he could. “One bad thing about being this short, is all of your guy’s seat belts rub on my nipples.” He’d sit in the middle, if he didn’t feel likely to blow chunks. The window would be useful.

"I don’t know, I’ve seen you make some pretty hot faces when you've gotten rubbed like that~" Quinn teased as he climbed in, closing the door behind him before he started the truck and slowly started out.

The truck made some interesting noises upon not being warmed up for very long on such a cold night, but didn’t seem to be deterred from driving.

Thomas leaned his back against the door, and cracked the window to put some air on his face. The air helped to quell his nausea, strangely. “Yes,” he rolls his eyes, “But if you tried that now, I’m more liable t’ bite ya in a non fun way than t’ make a hot face. I never noticed the rubbing before now.” His sore chest was unpleasant enough- the chafing of his poor nipples via the seat belt and his shirt was just torture. Thomas sighed, turning to sit half sideways in the seat, and stretched his legs out over the empty space where he usually sat when all three of them were in the truck. “Thanks for drivin’ me, Quinn. How long ya think it’ll take?”

"Well unless something happens in the next five minutes, I say about five minutes." He joked lightly. "Just let me know if you're gonna be sick, I’ll pull to the side of the road."

Thomas gave him a thumbs up, and relaxed. “I feel like I’m gonna be sick,” he says, “But I haven’t yet, in all the nights I’ve dealt with this. So I doubt I will.” He sighs. Tommy closes his eyes, breathes in the night air, and just relaxes as best he can. His boots cross at the ankles, and bounce only occasionally when they reach a severely uneven spot in the road.

Soon, the 24hour stop’n’shop came into view, the lights illuminating the darkness. There was only one car, the poor nightshift employee no doubt.

Thomas lifted his head and hummed slightly. “Think I should just do the tests here?” He eyes the outhouses outside, which had a glowing sign above it labeled ‘public restroom’. He wasn’t sure how sanitary that would be. He could probably do his tests in a bush somewhere and get more sure results.

"Let's do it once we get home, okay?" Quinn suggested lightly.

“Mhm.” Thomas yawned. He hopped out of the truck once Quinn got it parked, and then headed around the side to Quinn’s door. He shivered, but he opened it for him, and offered the veteran a hand to help him down. While Tommy suffered chills in the cold nights, Aliquam’s leg usually bothered him, as far as Tommy knew. And Tommy would help him as best he could.

Aliquam took the offered hand and used the other to plant his cane on the ground before he pulled himself out, grumbling for a moment before he locked the truck and smiled at Thomas. "Alright, let's go.”

Thomas stuck close to Aliquam, keeping the taller man balanced as they made their way into the store. The clerk didn’t even blink at them, instead staring tiredly at an old television that was playing some black and white television show. The container of jerky was near the checkout stand, and while Thomas eyed it, he had a job first before he indulged in what he desired.

Thomas headed first down the isle where the condoms were, and located the pregnancy tests. He stared at them for a moment, and hesitated. “… I don’t know what box to buy.” He whispered to Aliquam. “Fast results, fast and accurate, accurate- I don’t know what brand is the best one for these sorts o’ things. Does a blue cap or a pink cap make a difference?”

He looked at them, then reached and picked one of them off the shelf, looking at it quietly before he put it back and picking up another one... after sorting through several different boxes that he discarded, he put it another one and picked up a different one. "Here." He spoke calmly.

Thomas nodded, and took the box. “Thanks, Quinn.” He tucked it under his arm, yawned, and then looked up at the taller cowboy. “Is there anything you need to get while we’re here?” He blinked. “M’ gonna grab some jerky, and then I think I’m good.”

"Want a drink?" he asked as he walked by the refrigerators, eyeing some of the drinks inside.

“My nerves say something alcoholic,” Thomas laughs faintly as he followed him like a little lost lamb, “but my logical sense says maybe another bottle of ginger ale. We’re almost out.” Thomas snagged a large two-liter bottle of it, before hesitating and grabbing a large bottle of water as well.

"That's my sweetie~" He praised as he patted his shoulder, grabbing a 2-liter of sprite as well.

Thomas took the bottle of sprite for him, so he could focus on walking instead of having to carry things as well, and headed up front. He put the bottles on the counter, and then scooted to the side, and eyeballed the jerky, before grabbing a paper bag so he could buy the guy’s supply of teriyaki beef jerky. He had the money for it, and he wanted beef- but not like… home done beef. Something about jerky just called to him. He had to have it. So he was going to buy it.

The guy behind the counter looked at them with disinterest. “Buying soda and jerky and a pregnancy test at the asscrack of the night.” He yawned. “Fuckin’ weirdos. Total is gonna be forty bucks.”

“I’ve got it.” Thomas wiggled his hip at Aliquam. “Wallet’s in m’ back pocket. Left cheek.”

"Left cheek." He chuckled and leaned over, "Left cheek." And he plucked the wallet from his pocket, opening the wallet and handing forty bucks to the man, before he put his wallet back, patting the pocket once the wallet was put away, "Left cheek~" He chuckled.

Thomas snorted, and ended up choking on a giggle.

The man behind the counter put the money into his register and shook his head. “You people need sleep, good god. Just… take your shit and have a nice night.”

Thomas stuck his tongue out at him, and gathered their things into his arms. He might have looked like a wiry little string bean, but he was stacked with muscles. “C’mon, Quinn. Lets get home before your brother wakes up n’ realizes we’re gone.”

"’Course..." He chuckled, before he put a five on the counter, "Here, use this to get yourself some coffee if it gets too hard to stay awake tonight." He told him, walking Tommy out with an arm around his side.

Tommy was a beefy string bean, but he was the Serif's beefy string bean, and they absolutely adored him.

Thomas smiled up at Aliquam. He didn’t hip bump him like he wanted to do. Instead, he gently bumped his skull to his arm. “That was real nice o’ ya.” He hums. As they get to the truck, he waits for the truck to be unlocked, before putting everything on his side and helping Quinn in. Once Quinn was in, Thomas hauled ass to get into the truck, and rubbed his arms to warm up. “It’s bloody freakin’ cold outside.”

"Well tell you what, when we get home, and get to the bedroom, we'll strip naked and join Cae in bed for skin-to-skin cuddles. That'll warm you right up~"

“Cuddles once I take these tests.” He jingles the box of tests. “I want to know before nerves actually do make me throw up.” Thomas pauses, and looks at the box. He fiddles with it. “… Quinn? What if they come up… positive?” Yes, they’d been dating for… well, ages. But Thomas hadn’t even gone so far as to move more of his shit into their house. If he was pregnant… He wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do. Or how he was going to tell his family.

"Then I’m going to be a father, and I’ll have that much more to live for." He answered simply. "We'll take the best care of you, and the child."

“Are you sure?” Thomas shifts slightly and continues to fiddle with the box. The Serif ranch draws closer, and so does his anxiety. He wants to know, but he also doesn’t. “I mean… I know you’ll take the best care o’ me n’ any kids, but… Do ya want t’ be a dad? We never really… talked about kids n’ stuff, y’know? Not in depth, anyway.”

"I want to, Thomas." He told him gently, hands tightening on the steering wheel. "I'm a broken veteran who wakes up every morning wondering why I’m alive on this god-forsaken earth until I realize who I’m sleeping right next to... I have you... I have my brother... I have my farm... To have children, to know I made some imprint of myself on this world... It would mean I was worth that much more... To raise my own child... it would remind me that I’m more than a soldier."

Thomas nodded quietly, and reached over to pat his partner's thigh. "Alright." He says softly. "Alright." The smallest cowboy takes a deep breath in and scrubs his face. His stomach still churns anxiously, twisting in unpleasant knots, but it's less tight than before. "You're not broken to me, Quinn. A little cracked, maybe, but all the best men are. If I am pregnant... Then we'll take it one step at a time."

As they reach the farm, Thomas sighs again. "Well... I might as well get a cup that the both o y'all don't mind dirtying. I haven’t been able to summon my dick in weeks, and women can't aim where they pee, so I'm just gonna dip the sticks in the cup instead o' flailing around and making a mess trying to pee on them."

he smiled a little at his words and lowered a hand to take his, before he snorted gently, "I've got an old cup to loan you, easy peasy..." he chuckled quietly

"Awesome. Then we'll get this show on the road." Thomas smiled at him, and squeezed his fingers firmly but gently. When the truck was parked, he hopped out and started to collect things out of the truck. One of the jerky sticks was stuck into his mouth, and he felt his nausea abate. Weird. Very weird. He'd take it though. "Really glad I didn't pee when I got up. I've got t' go pretty bad. Hopefully Cae didn’t sleep walk into the bathroom." He jokes. "That would be fun."

Having nabbed a few slabs of jerky, Quinn tore off a piece and began to chew the hard meat. Homemade or no, he liked teriyaki.

"That would be something, wouldn't it?" He laughed, "I'll go get you that old cup"

"Thanks." He nods. Thomas didn't mind Quinn eating some of the jerky he'd bought. He'd bought a lot for a reason. While his hobbling boyfriend got him a cup, Tommy got stuff into the house and put away, finishing his jerky stick and starting on another. It soothed his belly, and he was glad for it.

Once everything was put up, after he had finished his second jerky stick, he took the box of tests and the cup from Quinn, and went to the bathroom to do his business. He emphasized with women on how difficult it was to pee into a cup- realizing that men had it very easy, comparatively. But he managed with little mess, and then dipped all five sticks in for the required time and pulled them out. He gave them a little tap, and then set them on some toilet paper, before fixing his pants and dumping the cup into the toilet.

Flushing and closing the lid, Thomas was now left to wait three minutes for their results. He opened the door so Quinn would know he was done, and took a seat on the closed toilet lid, anxiously bouncing his legs.

Aliquam came in and knelt before him once more, resting in his lap as he wrapped his arms around his waist... his prosthetic bitched at him but you know what, this was a big fucking deal to him so he could deal with it for long enough...

Thomas however would not let him. He huffed, and shifted, hauling the bigger man up by his arm pits until he sat on the toilet. Then, much like the kitchen, Thomas sat on his lap and clung to him. His soul hammered in his chest, flighty like a spooked birds might have. "You've got to stop stressing your prosthetic." He scolds in a half distracted tone. "Save stressing your leg for when we have kids t' stress it over."

"The sooner it's strained, the longer I have to adjust to the pain" he murmured as he hugged Thomas close, "The sooner I grow numb to it..."

He flicked his nasal ridge with his fingers, his form of scolding his much larger boyfriends, and gave him a flat look. "Would you let me say the same thing if I were in your shoes and you in mine?" He demands, and cuddles close to the veteran.

"Not at all." he chuckled quietly, stroking Thomas' head gently as he got comfortable where they sat... Just for a moment, he wanted to close his eyes like this and he'd be happy there, but of course they weren't done yet...

"Then you see my point." The shorter cowboy puffs his cheeks, and sighs. He cuddled close, and just let himself simply exist. He let himself listen to the calmer strokes of his boyfriends soul as it beat within his chest, and the sound of his breathing. Thomas kept an eye on the time, using the clock hanging near the mirror.

When the time ticked past three minutes, he went to sit up and look, but froze. He hesitated, and swallowed. He had to take a deep breath to steady himself, before gathering the paper into his lap and looking at the five test strips.

The five positive test strips.

"..." Aliquam looked at them, then he gave a shaky laugh, "well... I guess this is really happening... I'm going to be a father..."

Thomas gave a shaky laugh. "I'm pregnant. I'm going to be a mom... Dad... Whatever I am. I'm pregnant. Oh... Oh goodness..." His shaky laugh faded off as his face crashed into Quinn's chest. Too much too soon for poor Tommy. Tommy fainted.

he hugged him tightly, and sighed, before he picked him up. With cane in hand, he made his way back to the bed and laid Tommy down after carefully undressing him, before laying him down again, watching Cae wrap around his boyfriend comfortably, Aliquam waited a little while, simply going to back to stare at the positive tests... It seems it needed to sink in more for him before he could rest.

It didn't take Tommy long to rouse again. The green of Thomas's eye ligjts lit up the bedroom as he stated at the ceiling, his hand trailing down the bared expanse of his chest, down to his belly. His muscles were still firm, still taut, but there was a different sort of tightness to the lower part of his abdomen. He wasn’t sure what to make of it, so he simply quietly rubbed it while Cae cuddled him. "I'm pregnant..." He murmured softly to himself, not even caring if he woke Cae this time.

"Mmhm." Cae murmured quietly "St'll Sexy..." he spoke as he hugged Thomas sweetly.

Aliquam did not react much, but did seek Thomas's hand to squeeze it.

He squeezed Aliquam’s hand firmly but gently and shivered. His skin was chilled, but Caeruleus was warm. Cae's mumble made him roll his eyes. "Ya didn't even hear me ya sleeping dork." He says and sighs. He glances to Aliquam and swallows, squinting blurrily. "Quinn? Where did you put my glasses? I can't see anything."

"On the bedside." He answered. "Want them?"

"Mmnn... No. I probably don’t need them." He sighs. He shifts and rolls onto his side so he can look at him, his eyes squinting tightly as he tries to focus on his face. "So... A baby. Well... This is big news." His free hand folds over his belly. "... How do ya feel about it?" Thomas asks quietly.

" Shocked doesn't cut it, and excited is an understatement..." He chuckled quietly.

"Yeah." Thomas gave a shaky smile. He reached out to blindly cuddle Quinn closer to him, sandwiching himself between both brothers. "Lets... Try and get some sleep. I'll process this better in the morning after some coffee... Er... Or not." Thomas usually drank mega caffeinated coffee- so no coffee for him. He sighs. "Now I know what Sky was bitching about. Coffee... Maybe some milk instead. Calcium n' all that. Probably gonna need a lot since my bones are pretty brittle compared t' the rest o' my family." His mind was whirling with all the things he probably needed to do. "I'm over thinking things."

"Maybe... but don’t worry, you'll have three minds to help you think things over." He assured him quietly and helped the smaller man settle to sleep.

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