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aghostpost · 3 years

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The Hard-J (Victor Creed x Reader)

A/N: I know I said it would be ready by the weekend but... it wasn’t! Excuses only work for those that make them, so I won’t bother lmao~ This one is for @queengiuliettafirstlady and everyone else that loves a little Victor Creed intensity. ♥

“Can we not do this today, please?”

“What the hell was that about?” He slammed the door after him as I went to my kitchen to put groceries away.

“He saw me walking back from the store, that’s it.”

“That’s it, huh? What did I say about hangin’ out with him?”

“We weren’t hanging out! I told you, he saw me walking and he was helping me carry a few things. That. Is it.”

“You see how he talks to me? How he’s always talked to me-“

“-I see two brothers who, for whatever reason, can’t seem to hack it.”

“We aren’t brothers.”

I rolled my eyes, shoving my peanut butter and fudge swirl ice cream into the freezer. “Brothers in arms.”

“Because there’s no damn respect! Always lookin’ down at me like he’s some kinda fuckin’ superior.”

“Vic…”

“I don’t want you around him. You hear me?”

I let out an exasperated sigh as I rolled my eyes. “It’s too hot to argue about this shit.”

“You’re the one arguing instead of just agreeing, Y/N.”

“Your relationship with Logan is just that: yours. I have no problem with the guy.”

“If I see you two together again-“

“- Do not end that sentence with a threat, Victor-“

“- I’ll do you one better and end it with a guaran-fucking-tee!”

“We live in the same city, I’m bound to run into him sometimes!”

“Y/N look at me… Hey!” He shouted, making me jump out of my skin as I gave him my undivided attention. Clearly he was serious, which he tended to be. But this time, more serious than normal.

He was always so very dead serious whenever we talked about Logan.

“I don’t care if you’re next door neighbors with him. If I see you two with each other again, it will not end well.”

“For him? Or for me?”

“Both o’ you.”

I stared him down and watched him do the same, his face cold hard steel, not even a muscle flexing as he spoke to me. “What the hell happened between you two, anyway?” I asked. “What did he do that’s so damn bad you’re forbidding me to even say hi? He kill your cat or somethin’?”

He smirked and let out a huff of a chuckle, his left fang peeking from behind his lips. “You think I’m kiddin’?”

I rolled my eyes and pushed him away from me to continue putting the food away. “Yeah, sure. Whatever. I’ll stay away from him, Victor. Whatever the hell makes-” I couldn’t finish my sentence before I heard the loud crash of glass breaking. I whipped around and saw a wet puddle dripping on my wall, the floor beneath it decorated with broken glass and what was a very nice bouquet of assorted flowers. “Are you shitting me?!”

“Oh, I got your attention now?”

“You had it! You’re throwing a temper tantrum, breaking my shit, all because you’re jealous of someone I’m not even interested in?”

“Jealous?” he questioned as he slowly stalked towards me, like a predator carefully eyeing its prey. I was no stranger to Victor's temper; under the right circumstances, he could go from settled to up in flames with the snap of a finger. Maybe it’s because he was never really at ease, always ready to pounce at any moment’s notice if necessary. Yeah, I know he has little patience and is kinda trigger happy to get into a fight, his own source of entertainment. But that was with other people, strangers. With me, he exercised a lot more restraint. We’d have arguments, he’d yell, maybe hurt a wall and then storm off.

But whenever Logan was involved, it was a different story...

“You need to relax,” I warned as I slowly backed away from him, ready to defend myself if necessary, even if I knew it was a losing battle.

“Did you just say I was jealous of him?”

“Are you?”

“What reason do I have to be jealous?”

“You tell me. What is it, Vic? You think I’m gonna run off with him into the sunset? You come over here one day to see me, all my shit is packed up and I leave a note behind? I doubt he’d throw my shit around like you just did.”

“I bought you those damn flowers,” he growled.

“You gonna buy the replacements too?” I asked playfully, trying to diffuse the tension but failing. It was painfully obvious, literally, he wasn’t in the mood to play when I felt his fist grip me like a boa constrictor. He forced my head against the kitchen cabinet behind me and got close to my face. If he moved any closer he’d be able to taste the chive cream cheese bagel I had on the way over here.

“Now that all depends…”

“Victor, let go of me. Now.”

“What’s the matter, hm? I thought you liked it rough?” he spoke with a tone of warning before a lecherous grin spread across his face. I’d be lying if I said it didn’t release a flutter deep in my belly, my incessant desire for him threatening to surface. It was embarrassing and admittedly disgusting to me, how even in moments as such, there was always going to be some shred of me that could neither ignore nor deny my constant thirst for him to satisfy me in ways only Victor knew how.

“You’ve made your point.” I tried to remain calm while fighting for air. I was willing to bet money that he could feel my pulse quickening beneath his grip. If even one of his claws came out I’d be bleeding out all over the linoleum.

“Have I?”

“You have five seconds to get the fuck off of me... or I walk.” He stared me in the eye only a few seconds longer before relinquishing his grip. If there was anything I caught on to in the seven months we’ve been seeing each other, if that’s even what you wanna call him dropping by for food, sex and quality conversation with a solid night’s rest, it’s that he actually greatly enjoyed having me in his life. He would never admit it, of course, being the poster boy for hypermasculinity; no way he’d display the level of emotion required to confess he liked me. But I picked up on it in subtle ways he probably doesn’t even notice. The way he throws his arm over me in his sleep, subconsciously keeping me in place with him. The way he came over and pretended it was just for sex, when we wouldn’t wind up having sex at all. The flowers he bought me, before throwing them to the wall in a rage. Most importantly, the way he wouldn’t stay gone long after a fight and would come back with his tail tucked in ready to apologize, afraid that would be the fight that finally scared me off and into the arms of someone else. I wasn’t using that to my advantage here, but I was letting him know what we both knew but never spoke of:

He wanted me around. He liked me.

I took a moment to allow oxygen to return to my lungs before I addressed him. “I pushed a button o’ yours with that little J-word?”

“What on Earth gave you that idea?” he asked sarcastically.

I nodded. “Fine. Noted. But I promise you, next time you use your words, because if you ever think about putting your hands on me again-”

“-Now you’re ending sentences with threats?”

“Guarantees, right?” I stalked to the corner of the kitchen and grabbed the broom that was wedged between the wall and my fridge then slammed it into his chest. “Dust pan behind the fridge,” was all I said before making my way to the bedroom.

“We’re not done-”

“-I am.” The moment I turned the corner out of the kitchen he was following me, the broom loudly clapping against the kitchen floor. The same hand that was just wrapped tightly around my throat was now finding its way around my waist along with his other one, pressing me to the wall. “Victor-“

“-I’ll getcha new flowers.”

“Fuck the flowers and fuck you.” He wasn’t hearing any of it. He grabbed my wrists and began making his way to the couch, my legs clumsily bumping into any and everything I walked towards.

“I’m not gonna pour my heart out an’ tell you all the fucked up things about me, if that’s what you’re waitin’ for me to do.”

“Mutant in human world. It’s not hard to figure out.”

“And I’m not tellin’ you the textbook of reasons I’m not holdin’ hands with him either.”

“And I’m not agreeing to stay away from him for your reasons and personal grudges unknown.”

“So maybe I didn’t make myself as clear as I thought.” Before I was aware the back of my legs bumped into the arm of my couch. I was desperate to create some sort of distance between us, so I fell backwards and wiggled away to the far opposite end of the couch. He stood at my feet and without breaking eye contact, lifted the loose black henley from his chest. He was possibly the only person I knew that could wear black and long sleeves in the peak of a summer in the city without breaking a sweat. But now wasn’t the time to be impressed by minor things.

“It’s too hot for this, too.”

“You tellin’ me no?”

“Yes!”

“Why?” he asked as he continued advancing in my direction, fumbling with the belt on his jeans as he kicked his shoes off.

“Because I don’t feel like it. You’re not about to makeup sex your way out of putting your hands on me, dick.”

He shrugged to himself. “You never turned it down before.”

“Well, you know what they say the definition of insanity is, right…”

“Doin’ the same shit, expecting different results.”

“And I want different results, Victor.”

“Fine. So let’s try somethin’ different.” Without a word or warning he bent down and scooped me up, a hand firmly resting under each of my thighs, my legs snaked around his waist. I thought he was headed towards the bedroom, but he took a surprising left turn to the apartment balcony, gripping me tightly before using a hand to open the sliding glass door. The humidity instantly smothered me, my glasses fogging from the shock of being exposed to the summer heat after leaving my air conditioned living room. He sat in one of the wicker seats of my patio set and placed me in his lap, lifting my sundress so I could straddle him free of obstruction. He placed me directly onto his cock and was not gentle about it; my head instantly fell back as a rush of air escaped my chest, my hands finding his neck.

“Fuck,” I whispered.

“Exactly.”

“Shut the hell up.” There was no time for playful banter. The sun had only just started to set, meaning there was still plenty daylight for us to be seen; this had to be quick. And quiet. Quiet would be the hard part without a doubt. With his help, I lifted my body up and down, his fingertips digging into my hips as he held tightly to my waist. “Holy shit, Vic.”

“Still think I’m jealous?”

I grinned to myself. “I dunno; you’re fuckin’ me like you got somethin’ to prove,” I teased. Clearly there was jealousy but I knew better than to answer him with a yes. But if jealousy is this good a sexual motivator, I’d be happy with this silver lining to our fight. He lifted my dress up more, enough for him to expose my tits and seize my right one with his mouth. My head fell back, a cry escaping me when I felt the sharp stab of his teeth on the mound of flesh. “Fuck!” He growled, his mouth vibrating slightly around my nipple.

“Ya still gonna run away and leave a note?” he asked, the heat from his mouth making toes curl.

“Never.” Unless he pushed me to it, of course.

I felt the pads of his fingertips press my scalp, my hair tightly intertwined in his digits as he pulled my head back and forced me to make eye contact. “Don’t threaten to walk again.”

I rolled my eyes. “Or else?” I mocked.

He shook his head, his pelvis ceasing, the rapid rise and fall of our chests the only movement remaining between us. “No. Just don’t.”

I stared at him a moment longer and simply nodded before standing and turning around, lifting my dress over my head, then taking the rusty balcony rail in my hands to steady myself. I turned to look at him; to my surprise he was already stroking himself in the absence of something else warm wrapped around his cock. “Whatcha waitin’ for?”

“Can’t enjoy the view?”

“Enjoy it any longer and I’m gonna melt.”

“Someone other than me hungry for it?” he said with a hard slap to my right cheek before roughly re-entering from behind, making me jerk forward into the hot metal rail. I grunted at the pain in effort not to be too loud and settled comfortably on him, my body fitting him like a glove. He was in no way gentle as he thrust himself in and out of me, primal grunts escaping his chest every time his hips rammed into my ass. My tits would surely be bruised the way I was uncomfortably pressed into the railing. I stared at the rusted and flaking metal coating of the bars beneath my arms and fought to keep my legs from collapsing beneath me, every bone in my limbs turning to apple sauce, my muscles sore and aching. If only this kind of workout kept me in shape and was doctor recommended. And quiet as I was, there was nothing I could do to muffle the loud smack that echoed in the air when Victor got slap happy, or the sound that came from my mouth as a result. The funny thing was, the more I tried to shush him, the more intensely he fucked me, and the more sound we both ended up making.

“Sss, holy fuck! Fuck fuck fuck, Vic! Shit!” I cried out, the restraint I had for my volume loosening. On a slower day I would have had a bit more self control, but I never lasted long, or quietly, when he was in a more animalistic mood.

“Mm, that’s right,” he grunted, digging his fingers into my hip bones. “Lemme have it, baby.” And before I knew it I did exactly that. My legs gave out beneath me and I fell to my knees, failing to hold myself up on the balcony railing any longer as I came. My moans were beyond stifling, and I felt nothing else, not even the pools of sweat pouring out of me. For just a moment I’d fallen into a deep well of ecstasy, my head throbbing from the mix of summer heat and pleasure, before I regained some composure to return the favor.

I grabbed the thin cushion from my patio chair and placed it at his feet and knelt before him, taking him into my mouth as deep as I could. As hungrily as I could. Without hesitation his hands flew to my head, cradling the back of my skull and maneuvering me to a pace of his pleasure. “Atta girl,” he encouraged. He knew I was a sucker for praise, and after being a complete asshole I was expecting him to lay it on with the ass kissing for the rest of the evening. Now he had me working like I was the jealous one, when really I was only in competition with myself; I wanted to see if I could make him cum quicker than any of the other times I did this. I worked my head in a swivel and both of my hands in opposing twisting motion, pulling him into me as far as I could without biting off more than I could chew. It was useless, however, since Victor was determined to push my head down way past my limits. His hips undulated as he thrust his dick deeper and deeper into my throat. He’d momentarily pause and hold his place before pulling out to allow me to draw air, all before repeating the process. “Look at me,” he demanded, which was all he needed to say for me to know what time it was. I stared upwards at him with his cock still in my mouth, my eyes glassy with tears, and he pushed himself deep into my throat one final time and pumped the tip of his dick at the back of my throat. He held eye contact for as long as he could before his head fell backwards, eyes slamming shut as I felt the muscles of his thighs tighten. He grunted a low, beastlike growl before I felt him release all he had to offer in my throat, the sensation slightly tickling. I slowly jerked his dick off for good measure to ensure I got him for every drop before swallowing the thick, sticky fluid, swirling my tongue around his tip before he removed himself from my mouth.

“Ah, Jesus fuck,” he sighed, his chest rising and falling as he tried to recover.

“I think I missed that Sunday school lesson.” He rolled his eyes and looked down at me, head still resting in his lap, before rising and extending a hand. I grabbed and he pulled me up, coming face to face with him and the wild grin plastered on his face. “Back inside before my ass gets covered in bug bites.”

“I could scratch it for ya,” he offered, running a claw harmlessly up my spine. I shivered and pushed away from him before round two threatened to begin, sliding the balcony door open, relieved once the ice cold air conditioning hit my chest.

“No thanks. But you absolutely can buy me another bouquet of flowers. And a vase, while you’re at it.”

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biggest-stupidhead · 3 years

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Bad Timing (Levi x reader) Part 10

Summary: How do you tell your friends that you’re falling for your big brother’s best friend?

Word Count: 4.9 K

The loud buzzing of the tattoo gun was beginning to annoy Levi. The little pricks less annoying than the drone of the machine. He winced as the needle skimmed over a sensitive bit of skin.

"Try not to flinch." Farlan scolded as he readjusted his grip.

"Tch, sorry." Levi apologized through gritted teeth. Farlan reached for a wipe to clean off the excess ink, revealing the nearly finished piece. Like his other tattoos, this one was no different, the design was drawn out in thin delicate lines of ink. He had chosen to get this one on his tricep. Farlan spun his chair around to show Levi the design in the mirror, a flower, more specifically a lily of the valley. More specific yet, the flower for the month of May, the month his mother was born.

He nodded in appreciation a she admired the thin stem that led up to delicate bell shaped petals. The stems faded into a two leaves at the base of the design, they were all that needed to be filled in before the piece was complete.

"It looks good." Levi mused as he stared at the aggravated skin, the black lines were outlined with red angry skin.

"Thanks, I must admit I'm a bit rusty." Farlan chuckled as he leaned in with another wipe to clean the tattoo.

"Could've fooled me." Levi muttered as he turned in his chair to give Farlan better access.

"Let me finish this up and then we can go grab some lunch." Farlan gave the tattoo one last wipe down before he wrapped it in sandiderm. Once he was pleased with his work he tugged off the gloves and tossed them into the trash.

"Sounds good." Levi grunted as he stood up from the chair. Farlan had picked up tattooing as a side hustle, not that he booked many clients. It was more of a hobby for him, but he was rather good at it. As Farlan cleaned up the equipment and packed it back into his bag Levi went into the bathroom to wash up before they left for lunch. Isabel was out with friends, she hadn't been particularly interested in visiting the University with Levi and Farlan.

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Levi trailed a few paces behind Farlan as they wondered through the sprawling campus. The campus had a dark academic vibe to it, with all the gothic architecture and the snowy lawns. Levi's trip was coming to a close, and he was glad that he had managed to squeeze in the visit. He spoke to an advisor, who was very enthusiastic about him applying. He figured that him coming from a single parent home, being an orphan with dual citizenship and good grades probably looked good for their statistics. So Levi and Farlan left, packets of information that they would need to apply. He decided that he should give Erwin a call, since he would be coming back home on the 26th, he originally intended on coming back after the new year but Hange had convinced him to come back early. Of course it was intended to be a surprise for Erwin and (Y/n), he felt bad for leaving Farlan and Isabel early but he figured that he could make up for the lost time when he got accepted into the University. They would have him all to themselves for four years if everything went according to plan.

"This place looks as good as any." Farlan paused in front of a small pub not too far from campus. Levi shrugged and kicked a chunk of ice out of his way. Farlan held the door open for him as they ducked into the dimly lit bar. The two settled into the barstools facing an impressive stock of alcohol, since it was about three in the afternoon the bar was basically empty save for a scraggly old dude that was mumbling to himself in a booth.

"Come here often?" Levi huffed as he inspected the sticky bar top. Farlan chuckled and waved for the bar tender.

"No actually, but I've heard that it's popular with the uni students." Faralan explained as he waited for the bar tender to finish counting the money in his hands.

"Two gin and tonics please." Farlan asked politely, the bar tender nodded and began to make the drinks.

"So you leave in what five days?" Farlan asked as he grabbed his drink and took a long swig.

"Yeah, sorry it was kind of last minute." Levi apologized, Farlan waved him off dismissively.

"Wait what did you get Isabel for Christmas this year?" Farlan asked as he slammed his already drained glass onto the counter.

"I bought her the DVD set for that one show she likes." Levi answered as he nursed his gin and tonic.

"Ah no way! That's a good one! The veterinary show right?" Farlan gushed, clearly impressed with Levi's choice of gift.

"Yeah that's the one." Levi nodded, a small smirk spreading across his lips.

"She'll love that. I got her some new jeans and a stuffed animal." Farlan shrugged, as he motioned for another drink.

"Not the shittiest choice." Levi mumbled as he brought his glass to his lips.

"Thank you Levi." Farlan held his glass up for a toast, and Levi indulged him, gently tapping his glass against Farlan's. Levi knocked back the rest of his drink before pulling out his phone to check his messages.

"What time should I pick you up from the airport?" Levi pursed his lips in thought before responding to Hange's text.

"Six in the morning." he typed his response quickly and sent it. He had already planned on arriving early to give himself plenty of time to prepare himself for the annual post Christmas party that your family hosted.

"See you then, don't have too much fun in France!" Hange's reply was instantaneous, Levi hated to admit it but he missed four-eyes and bushy brows. Hell he even missed Erwin's bratty sister.

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You draped your arm over your eyes in a feeble attempt to block out the blinding light that was flooding your living room. Although the snow was pretty, it sure was a bitch when the sun hit it, causing the light to reflect sharply in through the large windows in your living room. It was finally Christmas break, and you were enjoying it to it's fullest, basking in your sweats on the couch. Your mom had just gotten back from grocery shopping and was beginning to set out ingredients for the baking that she had planned to do for the rest of the afternoon. Erwin and Hange had gone ice skating with Mike and Nanaba, and planned to all meet up back at your house to assist your mom with the seasonal baking. Your phone chimed on the coffee table and you stretched to check it.

"Coffee and chill? 🥺" You rolled your eyes at Jean's message. He had been trying to contact you relentlessly for the past week. You had evaded him, not quite ready to confront him about his wrong doings. You ignored his text and instead favored to ask Mikasa if she wanted to come over to bake.

"hey I know it's been a while, but want to come over to bake cookies with me today? You could bring Armin and Eren if you want!" You sighed and dropped your phone back down onto the table with a sigh. You were pleasantly surprised by how quickly she responded.

"What time?"

"an hour?"

"See you then :)" You smiled at the screen as you read her response. You always thought it was cute how she preferred to use characters instead of emojis when she texted. You decided that a shower would be a good idea since so many people were coming over now, so you hustled up stairs. You were thankful that Hange and Erwin weren't home because they had made a habit of interrupting your showers. Whether it was Hange trying to join you in the shower to "save water" or Erwin coming in to take a massive dump while you were in the shower. So you fully took advantage of your uninterrupted shower time while you could. You took your time, washing your hair and the rest of your body and enjoying the hot water. By the time you were finished the bathroom was cloudy with steam from the hot shower. You wrapped yourself in towel and scurried to your room to change. You pulled on a pair of leggings and a cropped fitted turtleneck. You then proceeded to tug on a faded crew neck to complete the look. You loped down the stairs, but paused about half way down. The sound of shoes being toed off and a coat being hung up made you rethink your decision.

"Oh Kenny! I'm so glad you made it!" Your mom gushed and you bristled. It wasn't that you didn't like Kenny, it was just that you weren't expecting him. It seemed that your house needed to keep an Ackerman on hand at all times because as soon as Levi left Mikasa and Kenny began coming around more frequently. Your mom invited Kenny over for coffee on Sunday mornings and you invited Mikasa over for sleepovers and craft nights.

"Hey sorry I'm late, I brought booze though." Kenny's rough voice felt foreign to your ears. Despite his sudden presence at your house he still felt like a stranger to you. Of course you could only blame yourself here, you tried your best to avoid him and his questions, not sure how you felt about the gruff man. He seemed nice enough but you weren't quick to trust him, Erwin certainly wasn't either.

"Ah (Y/n)! Perfect timing! Come down stairs and say hello." your mom called out, you winced but obeyed, descending the last few steps.

"Hey there kiddo, how's it hangin'?" Kenny drawled as you slunk into the kitchen sheepishly.

"Hey Kenny, I'm good how are you?" You asked politely, aiming to please your mother more than Kenny. The man smiled triumphantly and leaned further back into his seat.

"I'm fantastic." he stated with a smug smirk plastered on his lips.

"Mom, I invited Mikasa, Amrin, and Eren over is that alright?" you asked, dismissing Kenny.

"Yeah of course baby, the more the merrier!" she cooed as she continued to set up the mixer and prop up the cook book.

"So my little niece will be joining us tonight?" Kenny affirmed as he stood to help your mother untangle to cord of the mixer.

"Yeah." you trailed off, not sure if this was good or bad. Although the pair had both been frequenting your house recently, they hadn't run into one another yet. You knew that Levi had a bad relationship with his uncle, so you could only assume that Mikasa's relationship was also just as rocky.

"haven't seen that brat since she was in diapers." Kenny mused as he flipped through the cook book.

"really? Well she sure has grown. Such a lovely young woman." Your mother sighed dreamily as she thought about Mikasa.

"Glad to hear it.." Kenny mumbled as he paused on a gingerbread recipe. Before you could decode the meaning behind his bland tone, the door flew open and Hange sauntered in. Today she was dressed for the weather in a downy parka and leggings with a thick crewneck. Erwin followed close behind, dressed in joggers and a t-shirt, he tended to get hot easily. Mike however was different. Mike was dressed for Arctic temperatures with a thick quarter zip underneath his north face and a pair of denim jeans on his legs. Nanaba wore a quarter zip as well but leggings instead of jeans. You rushed to help them shove their coats into the cramped closet and put snowy shoes over vents to melt off the ice. Soon they were all crowding into the kitchen, Mike was quick to help your mom set out ingredients while Erwin went to light the fireplace. Hange was rushing up the stairs and Nanaba was skimming through the cook book.

Ah yes such a familiar scene. You immediately felt better in the presence of the upperclassmen, Kenny seemed to melt into the background as he watched you all fall into a familiar rhythm. Erwin returned to the kitchen, dusting his hands off as he entered.

"Hey." He greeted you with a slight nod before he stooped to pull a baking sheet out of the cabinets.

"How was ice skating?" you asked as you leaned against the counter near Erwin.

"Cold, we saw Petra and Oluo there." Erwin mused as he sat the sheet down with a clatter.

"Really? Are they a thing?" you quizzed, your interest piqued.

"Couldn't say, wouldn't surprise me though." Erwin shrugged, his large frame pressed against the counter opposite to allow Nanaba to squeeze through.

"I don't know Erwin, last time I spoke to her she seemed pretty fixed on Levi." Nanaba interjected as she stooped to pull out a bowl.

"I thought she was over him. He left her hanging at my house a few months back remember?" Mike reminded Nanaba who pursed her lips in thought.

"Oh yeah I remember that...she was upset." Nanaba agreed as she sat the bowl in front of you on the counter.

"Then why was she with Oluo huh riddle me that." Erwin challenged, a sly smirk on his lips.

"Oh they've always been close, doesn't mean she likes him or anything." Nanaba scoffed.

"Well he sure likes her, saw him checking out her ass." Mike chuckled, your mom gasped and hit him upside the head.

"That's enough you guys! (Y/n), Kenny mix cut this butter up." Your mom ordered, grabbing you by the bicep to drag you over to Kenny at the island. She dropped a huge brick of butter in front of the two of you along with two butter knives.

"Oh I can do it on my own mom." you insisted with wide eyes.

"Nonsense, show Kenny how it's done." she slapped you on the back and turned to help Mike crack eggs into the wet ingredients bowl. You and Kenny shared an uneasy glance, you took the knife and sliced the chunk of butter in half. You slid half to Kenny and took the other half for yourself. You began to slice the butter into thin chunks and drop them into a bowl. Kenny watched with raised brows, the knife hanging loosely in his hand. You spared him a glance and an amused huff.

"Just slice it into chunks and drop them in this bowl." you instructed, pushing the bowl closer to him. He chuckled and then began to tediously cut the butter into uneven chunks. You nodded in approval as he began to gain confidence.

"Where does this go once it's done?" Kenny asked as he finished chopping the butter.

"In the mixer." You directed, as you wiped your hands on a damp rag. The doorbell chimed and you weaved through the kitchen to answer it. You were greeted by the familiar faces of Mikasa, Armin, and Eren. The trio piled into the house and kicked off their shoes and shrugged off jackets.

"Perfect timing guys, we just started making cookies." You said as you helped Armin out of his coat.

"Great! We brought our piping tips." Eren said, holding up a plastic bag filled with piping equipment.

"Oh yeah I forgot that you're a natural at cookie decorating Mikasa!" you complimented as you guided them into the kitchen. You placed the bag next to Kenny who was staring at Mikasa with slightly widened eyes, she returned his gaze with a surprised expression.

"Hey hothead!" Hange called out to Eren in a sing song voice as she descended the stairs.

"O-Oh Hange!" Eren cringed at her volume as she swang into the kitchen.

"Hange!" Armin cried out excitedly, you'd known that Armin looked up to the brunette due to her intelligence.

"Aw hello coconut head." she cooed as she ruffled Armin's blonde mop of hair.

"And baby Ackerman!" Hange giggles, turning her attention to Mikasa who was scowling at the brunette.

"So nice to see you all!" Hange gushed as she pulled on an apron.

"That was an awful long shit. You constipated or something?" Mike scoffed as he whisked the eggs.

"Ha ha very funny Mike." Hange scoffed as she sidled up next to Erwin who was crushing almonds loudly with a rolling pin.

"I'm just trying to pick up the slack. Someone needs to make Levi's crass jokes for him." Mike sighed, setting the whisk aside.

"Ah I'm sure he will appreciate the sentiment." Erwin approved with a chuckle and another jaw-rattling smash of the rolling pin.

"Kids why don't you start rolling this dough out and cut them with these." Your mother instructed as she thrust the large mixing bowl into your hands and pointing over to Kenny. You led Mikasa, Armin, and Eren over to the open counter space. Mikasa was side eyeing Kenny as she sprinkled some flour out.

"I want to make a penis." Eren remarked, a stupid look on his face as he looked to Armin for approval.

"That's inappropriate Eren." Armin chided as he reached for the dough in the bowl. He dropped the heavy ball of dough with a thump and a whoosh of flour.

"Hah! I'd like to see it!" Kenny chortled as he brushed some flour off his shirt.

"See he gets me!" Eren chuckled as Armin began to roll out the dough. Mikasa and you both rolled your eyes at the boys. Nanaba breezed by and brushed her hand across both yours and Mikasa's shoulders as she passed.

"You girls want pizza?" She asked with an angelic smile as she stopped by the landline.

"Yes please!" Eren answered before either of you could.

"Shut up Eren!" You snapped before turning to look at Nanaba who was holding the phone up to her ear already.

"Yes please Nanaba, can you put pineapple on one of them?" you asked with a sweet smile.

"Ew pineapple on pizza are you insane?!" Hange screeched from across the kitchen.

"Now now, if you order one with pineapple I'll eat it." Kenny agreed as he pressed a cookie cutter deep into the dough.

"Ugh, you guys are disgusting." Mike shook his head in disappointment as he poured the liquid ingredients into the dry ones for the next batch of cookies.

"Alright everyone be quiet while I order this." Nanaba ordered as she pressed the phone between her ear so she could jot down the orders on a pad of paper. The volume in the kitchen fell from a roar to a soft murmur as Nanaba placed the order. Once Nanaba hung up the phone the bustle picked right back up. The cookie hustle only stopped once all the dough was in the oven and the pizza had arrived.

When it was all said and done you all settled in the living room to watch christmas movies and eat pizza. As the movie began to play you finally took some time to check your phone for the first time all afternoon. You were surprised to see at least twenty messages on instagram from a swagmasterfarlan. You clicked on the first message and your frown deepened.

"cutte assf."

"Let me show you parish"

"I cantreat you right."

":)"

The seventeen other messages followed a similar pattern. You noticed that the last message that had been sent two hours ago. You glanced at the clock and frowned, it was already eight pm. You considered blocking the account but upon checking, you realized that it was Farlan's side account. You'd seen drunk texts before and these were no different. You glanced up to see Kenny with his hat over his eyes as he snored on the arm chair. Your mom was already dozing off on the couch with her feet in Erwin's lap, Erwin had an arm around Hange who was babbling about special effects to no one in particular. Nanaba and Mike were in their own little world on the floor as they watched the movie. Eren and Armin were joking in hushed voices as Mikasa's head lolled against your shoulder. Yeah you could use some entertainment.

"I would love to see parish." you smiled at your response as you sent it. Not two minutes later a new message appeared.

"Woh, I'm durnk as shit."

"yes you are swagmaster ;)" you responded with a giggle.

"Let facetime before levi punches my face." Farlan's words were becoming clearer so you figured that he must be sobering up to some degree.

"Alright." as soon as the read receipts confirmed that he had gotten the message your phone buzzed as he called you. Mikasa grunted as you shifted to answer the call, you answered on the third ring, thankful for the darkness in the room which concealed your features for the most part.

"Heyyyyy kid!" Farlan drawled, you could tell he was in his apartment, the surroundings familiar due to the times you had facetimed Levi.

"Hey Farlan, nice to finally meet you. I've heard all kinds of things." You chuckled as he squinted at his screen.

"No kidding! Hey what time is it over there?" Farlan questioned as he brought his phone closer to his face, giving you a perfect view of his eyebrows.

"It's about 8:30 here, what time is it in perish?" You mocked his blunder from earlier and he gasped in offense.

"That's cold!" he moaned, playing along with your joke.

"Spell it right next time!" you snickered, you glanced up from your phone and met Hange's curious gaze, her head tilted to the left. When you returned your attention back to your phone you were surprised to see the camera was no longer on Farlan's face. Instead it was spinning, the sound of grunting and shuffling was deafening. You winced the struggle continues for a few moments before there was a thud and a deep groan.

"Get into bed now before I punch your lights out." Levi's voice was gravely and strained with exhaustion as he spoke. Hange's ears were still perked as she tried to figure out who you were on the phone with. Once she heard Levi's voice she stood up and skipped over to the sofa to sit next to you.

"I'm serious Farlan this isn't cute get the fuck in that bed or so help me-" the phone clattered down to the floor, and you could make out the sound of stumbling footsteps.

"What is going on?" Hange asked as she leaned on your free shoulder to see the screen. You shrugged and bit your lip as you tried to decipher what was going on.

"No Levi, I've got to talk to her, she's still on the phone!" Farlan grumbled, his voice sounded a bit far away.

"You can talk to her tomorrow just go lay down already." just by the tone of his voice you could guess that he was pinching the bridge of his nose the way he did when he was frustrated.

"nah I'll just go grab my phone and-"

"No." the sound of bed springs creaking and Farlan grunting hinted that he had been pushed onto a bed. After a few more moments of the bed creaking and incoherent mumbling, the sound of footsteps approached the phone and then finally the camera was turned back towards the ceiling as it was picked up. And then Levi's face filled the screen, his eyes widened in surprise, you snapped a screenshot of the moment much to his displeasure.

"What the fuck." he huffed as he took in both you and Hange's amused expressions.

"Hey Levi! How's it going?" Hange cooed as she angled your wrist to show more of her face.

"How-"

"He called me." You answered quickly as you angled the phone back onto your face.

"why?" Levi interrogated. You simply shrugged as you took in his face. You were relieved to see that he looked the same, maybe his eye bags were a bit darker, and his hair a tad longer. But otherwise, he was the same.

"What are you doing?" Levi continued to grill you, to answer his question you panned the camera around the room, sure to not linger on Kenny who was snoring in the chair across the room.

"Thrilling." he scoffed when you brought the camera back to your face.

"Yeah, we spent the day baking. What about you? Seems like you guys are busy." You began your own interrogation.

"Yeah, Farlan had one too many at the bar." Levi agreed as he dropped down into an arm chair with a heavy sigh.

"And you? Did you have anything to drink?" Hange asked with a sly smirk. Levi's brow creased at her suggestive tone.

"If you must know, no I did not drink.... a lot." he answered.

"Lucky, I wish I was drunk right now." you sighed wistfully.

"I never said I was drunk." Levi clarified.

"Any big plans for your birthday Levi?" You asked, quick to change the subject.

"No, just dinner and gifts." Levi replied with a shrug as he sank into the chair.

"That sounds nice." you smiled, Hange dropped her head to your shoulder, her chin digging into your shoulder as she did so. Levi shrugged and averted his gaze for a moment.

"Where's Isabel?" Hange asked as here eyes scanned the background, which was too dark to really reveal anything.

"In her room playing some stupid video game." Levi scoffed as he cocked his head in the direction which you assumed Isabel's room was.

"Fun." Hange mused as she closed her eyes.

"And you? What are your plans for Christmas?" Levi's question surprised you, but you still answered.

"Same as always, gifts in the morning, breakfast, hopefully be plastered by 2." you sighed, Levi scoffed at your answer but seemed satisfied.

"What about the 26th?" Levi asked carefully. you pursed your lips as you thought about your schedule.

"Hmm well I'm not sure, probably-"

"Oh I forgot to tell you, Annie is hosting a party and asked me if you'd come." Mikasa's sleepy voice startled you.

"Really? Huh that's weird. Are you going?" you asked, tilting your face down to speak to her.

"Yeah. We're smoking weed." Mikasa mumbled, her eyes still shut.

"Guess I'll go too." you shrugged. Meanwhile Hange and Levi shared a wide-eyed glance, this could throw off their plans. More specifically Hange's plans, even more specifically her plan to set you and Levi up.

"Weed?" Levi asked, clearing his throat after the word fell from his lips. You knew that he had smoked the stuff in the past, but recently he had stuck to his juul and the occasional dab pen.

"yeah, Annie has like 30 grams right now." Mikasa answered.

"I've never smoked weed before." you mused, excitement bubbling up in your chest at the thought of the chance for a new experience.

"Eh it's okay." Mikasa shrugged.

"Guess I'll just have to try it for myself." you teased, nudging her with your shoulder.

"Guess you will." Mikasa mumbled before falling silent once more.

"Well there you have it. I'm going to Annie's on the 26th." you smiled as you answered Levi's original question. With the 26th only three days away, it gave you something to look forward to.

"Fine. Do what you want." Levi rolled his eyes and stood from his chair, his whole vibe seemed to change. You wondered if it had been something you'd said or if he was just growing bored.

"I've got to go. Farlan's phone is almost dead." Levi said as he walked through the apartment.

"Oh well it was nice-" before you could finish he had already hung up, or the phone had died.

"Classic Levi." Hange chuckled as she rose up, stretching her stiff muscles before returning to Erwin's side. You rolled your eyes and sat your phone down in defeat. You reached behind you for a throw blanket to cover you and Mikasa, you shuffled over a bit so you were snuggled between the arm of the couch and Mikasa, who had followed you. Using the arm as a pillow you lied down as much as you could with Mikasa still using your side as a pillow, she had stretched out as well to prop her feet up in Eren's lap. Eren was already passed out, his head leaning against Armin's shoulder, who was in a similar position to you. It was nice, you hadn't made much time for nights like these recently. Since you had spent most of your time with Jean you had neglected your friends, and you felt awful about it.

You had missed them deeply, in fact this had probably been the longest you'd gone without a weekend like this. Your family had been close to the Jeagers since you were babies. Your mom and Dr. Jeager both worked at the same hospital and often worked together, they had only grown closer when your father died of cancer when you were 9. Grisha and Carla had helped your mother our a lot the months following his death. Meaning you spent a lot of time with Eren and Mikasa, and by extension Armin. That same year was when they took in Mikasa since Kenny had been deemed "unfit" for a second child in his care. You assumed that the Jeagers would be coming over for Lunch like they always did on Christmas, as well as Armin and his grandfather. You felt your eyelids grow heavy as you thought about all the preparations that were needed for you to host this year, and before you knew it you had fallen asleep.

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avengers-age-of-fanfics · 3 years

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just for you, honeybee (2/?)

pairing: bucky barnes x reader, steve rogers x reader (platonic)

word count: 2,107

authors note: second part of this ongoing series! i still don't know how many parts this is going to be but i seriously want to finish this lmao. hopefully this will be a series i actually complete! please leave feedback - i truly appreciate it!

warnings: mention of bucky's death, uncontrollable sobbing, character death, a few curse words

summary: dating back to 1943, you, james barnes, and steve rogers were best friends, including bucky being your boyfriend. when you get a notice that bucky died in the war, you make it your mission to find closure for yourself and protect steve as he is the only remaining piece of bucky you have left. once you are offered the super soldier serum, you and steve must make your way through world war 2 - and the unknown future hardships to come.

recap: Steve seemed shocked that you were able to read him like that, but was defeated. With a sigh, he turned and reached into his handbag, pulling out a file, “there was this Doctor there, Doctor Erskine, who uh – he approved me for the army, y/n. But it’s for an experiment, something they call a super-soldier experiment, I’m not sure. I’m going – I leave in a couple days.”

How is your world falling apart this quickly?

Sending Steve off was honestly just as painful as it was when Bucky was shipped off. You didn’t want to guilt-trip Steve into staying – you knew how important it was to him to join the army and do something. However, now you were completely alone. You knew you had Becca and you could always write to Bucky and Steve, but it just wasn’t the same.

Both of your boys were gone.

Once Steve had told you about this super-soldier serum experiment, you chewed his ear off for a good 10 minutes. It was brutal, to say the least, and while pacing in your small living room, Steve sat in his seat, hands folded as he waited for you to finish.

This was his final chance to get into the army and while he hated the idea of leaving you, he needed to do something, not only with his life, but with the army. He needed to prove himself. He knew you could take care of yourself – you were independent and a firecracker – there was nothing you couldn’t do. However, while slowly trying to convince himself that you would be okay, Steve was also having a midlife crisis of his own friendship with Bucky. If he found out he left you alone while the both of them were at war, Steve knew Bucky’s reaction wasn’t going to be great.

Once you were done tearing Steve a new one, telling him that you supported him all the way, but you honestly wished he would stay – and possibly called him a dipshit in between all of that – you calmed down. With a quiet voice, you looked to Steve, “can I at least send you off?”

Steve felt his cheeks grow warm and let a smile slip onto his lips, “I would be honored if my biggest fan were there.”

You shoved his shoulder lightly, “shut it, you fat-head. C’mon, we gotta get you all dolled up.”

While it was just as painful to see Steve go, you knew he’d be in good hands and wouldn’t do anything too stupid. You had told him sternly, “I want the name of your commanding officer, his commanding officer, and any fat-headed buffoons that are in charge at your camp, okay?”

Steve had shaken his head, “yes mom, whatever you say.” His eyes rolled but he had a smile on his face, “just so you can keep an eye on me?”

You hummed, “that, and to know whose ass I hav’ta kick if anything happens to you, Stevie. And if you see Bucky, you tell him I love him, you hear?”

Steve saluted before he headed towards the platform, “love ya, y/n!”

You had a small smile on your life, “love you too, Rogers. Kill some Nazis for me.”

That interaction was nearly 6 months ago, and every day felt like a new hill you had to climb over. You sent postcards to both Steve and Bucky in hopes that they would respond every time you sent one, but that wasn’t the case. You weren’t mad, nor upset, just lonely. Steve had let you know that the serum worked and he had been reunited with Bucky after taking over a HYDRA base where you learned Buck was captured. God, that letter caused you so much turmoil and anxiety, but Steve had calmed your fears, letting you know that Bucky was okay. You had also recognized his handwriting at the end, “can’t get rid of me that easily, honeybee. I love you.”

You hadn’t heard from them in a couple weeks, and your anxiety was beginning to show. Nothing new had happened, so you truly had no reason to write to them, but you did anyway, just updating them both on your life and how much you missed them. You had seen Captain America’s tours and his posters all over Brooklyn, and you were so proud of your Steve.

But it was weird seeing him so tall and…built.

Tearing your eyes away from another Captain America poster with his boys behind him, you continued your journey to some local shops, stocking up on groceries and possibly a new pair of shoes. Brooklyn was quiet today, which was certainly odd; there was nothing ominous about it, but it was not something anyone there was used to.

Hands skimming through some plums, you picked one that you knew Bucky would love. With a soft smile, you put the fruit in your basket, continuing through the store until you heard quiet whispers:

“Are you sure he’s here? The Captain America?”

“Mary, I told you, I saw him clear as day; no clue where the man was headin’, but he’s here.”

“Is there a tour or somethin’ here in Brooklyn?”

“Mary…I ain’t no mind reader, he could be stoppin’ by before he goes back off to war.”

Your heart nearly exploded out of your chest. Steve was here, back in Brooklyn? Wait – if Steve was here, then Bucky could be, too!

Quickly dropping the items you had in your hands, you ran out of the grocery store as fast as your heels would let you, passing by Grover in such a rush, he couldn’t even say hello. Crossing the street in a hurry, you grabbed your purse tightly and ran up your apartment fire escape stairs. Once you reached your floor, you grabbed your key and opened the door, being met with your Steve Grant Rogers and a very beautiful woman dressed in an army’s uniform.

“I – holy shit, Steve – oh my god,” you stumbled, out of breath as Steve stood up, towering over you, “I thought you were smaller.”

Steve stepped forward, hands out in case you fell or needed a hug, “side effect of that serum I told you about, remember?” The woman behind him gave Steve a look at the mention.

You caught your breath, “give me a hug, you doofus! Oh my gosh, those letters do you no good – nor do the posters!”

The two of you embraced as Steve held you in his arms, careful of his trembling hands, “’used my spare key, hope you don’t mind.”

You ran your hands over his back and his hair, “I get to see my best friend again, I don’t care how you got in here. Now, where’s Jamie, I – I need’ta see him.”

Steve pulled away and laid his hands on your shoulders, “actually, I wanted you to meet someone before… this is uh, Peggy Carter, she’s an agent of that Strategic Scientific Reserve for the serum and one of the best. Peg, this is y/n, the one who wrote to me and…Bucky, all the time.”

Peggy stood up, hand outstretched towards you as you shook hers, “nice to finally meet you, y/n. Steve here talked lots about you.”

You didn’t fail to notice her solemn look and the file of papers tucked underneath her other arm, “it’s, um, nice to meet you too, Agent Carter.”

The three of you stood in silence as Steve guided you to the remaining chair in the living room. With a bite to your lip, you turned towards Peggy, “I hate to be so forward, Agent, but I’ve seen those files before. I know what – what they mean.”

“Y/N,“ Steve began, “please let her –“

You cut Steve off, “Stevie…where is James?” Your eyes immediately started to fill with tears but you held them back for the sake of your own.

Peggy cleared her throat, “Miss L/N, there was a mission that included James Buchanan Barnes and during that mission, a part of the train that the soldiers were riding on exploded. Amongst the fight, we believe Barnes –“

Steve stopped her, “Peg, she – she doesn’t need to know how…”

Tears escaped your eyes as you looked at your best friend, “Stevie… Is he..?”

Steve ran his hands over his face, “he – he was hangin’ onto the side of the train, y/n, and I let him fall. I couldn’t reach him and…”

The rest of Steve’s story fell upon deaf ears. No, not deaf ears, but ones that were ringing. Bucky was dead. He was dead. He fell off a train and was dead. He wasn’t coming home.

Bucky wasn’t coming home to you.

At that revelation, your body began to shake uncontrollably as the tears fell from your eyes, unable to be stopped. You tried to breathe but the pressure on your chest was unbearable. You tried to look at Steve, but your eyes were so blurry, “St-“

No words left your mouth, only the sounds of your sobbing. Steve leaped forward, wrapping his arms around you as you cried, screamed for Bucky, for your Jamie.

"No, no, not James! Steve, please!" you cried, falling onto the floor with Steve as he held you.

Peggy let her own tear slip, overwhelmed with your reaction. Leaving his dog tags, his files, and a medal on your table, she stepped out of your apartment.

Mrs. Betty Davis stepped out of her apartment just as Peggy shut the door, hoping nobody heard your cries and screams for James. Mrs. Davis looked to Peggy, “that boy, Barnes… he never came home?”

Peggy wiped her stray tear and cleared her throat, “I’m afraid not, ma’am. He died an honorable death, taking down a,” she paused, “a Nazi base.”

Mrs. Davis shifted her gaze to the door where she could clearly hear you crying and yelling for Bucky, that he wasn’t dead. She looked down to her welcome mat, “he was a good man, always takin’ care of that girl. His heart beat for her, he turned her world. Wouldn’t surprise anyone if he had a ring lyin’ around. She was just as in love with him as he was her.”

Peggy’s eyes filled up with tears as your neighbor explained you and Bucky’s love for one another, “I had only met him once but he… he seemed genuinely good.”

Mrs. Davis gave a sad smile, “he was. Thank you…for letting me know.” Peggy nodded at her.

Back inside, your tears had stained Steve’s shirt as he held you close, “I know y/n, I – I know. I got you.”

You had stopped screaming for Bucky, but your hands shook as they held onto Steve, fresh tears still running down your cheeks. With a shaky breath, you grasped onto Steve’s shirt, “do – do you think he was in pain?”

Steve let his own tears slip but held his own, “I don’t know y/n, but I’d like to think he wasn’t. He – uh – he told me, before he fell… he told me to tell his honeybee that he loves you so, so much and he – he wanted you to have his tags.”

You pulled away from Steve’s chest, looking at him in slight confusion, “his…tags?” It had then dawned on you:

Bucky wanted you to have his dog tags from the army.

Feeling a new thread of tears about to be shed, your lip quivered but you covered it up, glancing over the room until you saw the file Peggy had sat on the table. With shaky hands, you leaned towards your coffee table – the one that Bucky would rest his feet upon all the time until you smacked them off – and grabbed the file. Opening it up, you immediately saw his army identification photo and his dog tags hanging in the middle of the file.

You shut the flimsy piece of paper before you could cry anymore. Turning to Steve, you noticed his eyes were also red from crying, “what now?”

Steve and you now sat on the floor, backs resting on one of your chairs, “I hav’ta finish what I started, with Johann Schmidt and Zola. Can I be honest with you?”

You nodded your head, wiping your remaining tears on your shirt, “of – of course Steve.”

He let out a shaky breath, “I wish I could take away your pain, but I can’t. Before Buck was shipped off, I promised him I would take care of you, and right now, I need to be here for you. So, if you want to, I can ask Peg if you can come along with us, with me, and once I’m done, we can… we can do whatever you want to do.”

You picked at your nails, anxiety swallowing you whole, “and what if you don’t make it back, either?”

“I will.”

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finnwolfhard7137 · 2 years

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The Unexpected Encounter

Part One: The Blessing in Disguise

Pairings: Finn Wolfhard × The Reader

Story Summary: You are a runaway from a turmoil household. On your journey of self discovery, you meet someone who will love you more than you have ever known and felt before.

Warnings: cussing, angst, mentions of family trauma and alcoholism but only in the beginning

Word Count over 1k

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Today. Today was supposed to be a good day. Today, is my eighteenth birthday. Today is my day, but of course, my parents had to ruin it in some way, shape, or form. All i wanted to do was go out to my favorite restaurant, open up two presents that i asked for, and then see my friends to end off the day. But no. My father, didn't allow it to go that smoothly.

"You aren't hangin' around those freaks Y/n-" he shouted at me after i asked him if i could go out tonight.

"They aren't freaks!"

"Oh please, open your fucking eyes Y/n! Anyone that dresses like them aren't right in the head!" He was referring to all black outfits, dark makeup and different colored hair that isn't societally approved in my small town.

"Just because you don't like them, doesn't mean that i don't! I love them-they're all i have!"

"You have us." My mother butted in, infuriating me even more.

"No i don't mom. You are never home, dad is an alcoholic and treats us like we are shit beneath his fucking boots!"

"Watch your damn mouth-"

"No, I'm done. I'm leaving." I start to head towards my room to gather my things that i still had packed from my first attempt of running away.

"Y/n, please. This will only make things worse!"

"Worse?! How can it get any worse? All i wanted to do was spend time with you guys, and dad couldn't even do that for me!" Tears started forming now, looking at my father that is emotionless. He chose to go to the bar as soon as it opened instead of spending time with me on my 'special day.' "And now i can't even see the only people that actually love me?" She says nothing. "I'm leaving. I will stay in touch with you mama, but i can't stay here anymore." To much of my surprise, she doesn't stop me. Nor does she even protest. My father, on the other hand, grabs my arm and squeezes it tightly.

"Let me go!" My mother intervened and he eventually let me go. I ran out of the house, sobbing uncontrollably as i hear my father scream at my mother for letting me go. I know what he will do to her, but i need to save myself this time. I have been through too much to stay any longer. It is time to finally live my life. And i will never let anyone stop me from finding my path in life, ever again.

It is freezing as the sun goes down. Only two cars drive past me as i walk down the whimsy roads alone. My phone is on ten percent, which makes me panic. But at the same time, it doesn't at all. With no one bothering me, maybe i can clear my head. Figure out where to go next. As the hours continue, my feet feel like i have been walking for days with no socks or shoes to protect my feet from the road. So i sit down on the sidewalk, by the only store that i have seen since my left my house. My eyes grew heavy and i let the sleep take over. When i wake, i feel a tap on my shoulder. It is the store manager of the convenience store i fell asleep in front of.

"Are you okay sweetheart?" The older women asked kindly and innocently. Her eyes were glossed over with concern for me.

"Oh uhm, I-I'm so sorry. I fell asleep-"

"No no, no need to apologize..where did you come from?" She helped me to my feet by giving me her hand.

"Oh uhm, that's a long story."

"Oh okay. I've said that before, come on inside. If you can give me a few minutes, i can give you some food."

"I don't have any money."

"It's on me dear, come on." For the first time in years, i felt safe. I watch her make me a bagel with eggs and sausage on it and it takes me seconds to finish it. She was shocked but she was relieved that i ate. "Aw sweetie, you haven't eaten in a long time, have ya?"

"Not much. No time, no money."

She nods slightly, "I've been there too. It gets better honey, i promise."

"That's what I'm trying to find. The 'better.'"

"Do you have any friends, family?"

"Three friends, no family. Well, a mom but..she is in a hard place." She nods again, just listening to me intently. "But i honestly just want to start over new. Anywhere new. Meet new people."

"I hope you find it honey."

"I'm Y/n by the way." I offer her a sleepily smile and she smile back.

"I'm Mary. It's nice to meet ya." She shakes my hand.

"I should get goin'.."

"Well, at least let me give ya some food for the road." She gets interrupted by two guy's coming into the store. I notice the tallest one first and he notices me. But i look away before he thinks that I'm being too creepy.

"Uh, yeah okay. Thank you Mary. Seriously, for everything." She talked to me as she cooked my breakfast about her upbringing and how she knew what I was going through just by the way i look and act. She is the most human being that i have seen and talked to in a very long time. I watch her make a few more sandwiches for me before the guy comes up to the counter with some snacks and a few drinks in his hands. He puts all of my favorites up onto the counter and i can feel my stomach rumble for them. The other guy must have noticed me staring and he spoke.

"Hungry?"

"Huh..?"

"Are you hungry? You are staring." Shit..

"Oh yeah, sorry.. those are all my favorites that's all." I admit and the guy starts to chuckle.

"Do you want some?" He asked me.

"Really?" Mary starts to smile at me and i smile back, shocked that he even offered me anything.

"Yeah, i don't care. Just let me pay for it first, then help yourself." And he does just that. He walks closer to me and he holds out everything like its an open buffet. "Take your pick." I look up at him. He is much taller than i am and his curly hair is covering most of his brown eyes but he's wide smile is what caught my attention. I snap out of my own thoughts and take two snicker bars. I quickly open one and take a few bites and the other guy looks startled.

"What?" I asked with a mouthful.

"Nothing, you're just..really hungry!" He bursts out laughing.

"Yeah uh, sorry. I just haven't had anything like this in a while. Thank you for giving me this." He nods, "I'm Y/n."

"Finn. And this is my friend Jack."

Jack "It's nice to meet you."

"You guy's too."

Jack "So where do you live?"

"Uh hours away from here, how bout you guys."

Finn "Like a half an hour away from here. But hey, are you okay?"

"Why ya ask?" I look at Mary briefly and she does the same. Just offering me reassurance that I'm doing good.

Finn "Look, I'm not trying to be mean but, ya look like shit.." i realize that my hair is in a terrible bun and my jeans are stained and my tank top barely fits.

Jack "Dude!"

Finn "I'm asking her if she's okay, shut the fuck up!"

"Uhm," i force a chuckle, "I'm trying to figure things out right now. I've been through a lot and if you must know, i just ran away from home so, I'm not okay if I'm being completely honest." Mary smiles at me because she knows that that was hard to admit, but i did it.

Finn "Hey, I'm so sorry."

"It's not your fault. You just gave me my favorite candy bar..i haven't had a snickers in months so, thank you."

Finn "It's the least i can do-"

Jack "Hey, we gotta go..we're gonna be late." He cuts Finn off in a hurry.

Finn "Oh yeah-totally forgot, uhm," he bites his lip as he thinks for a moment, "here's my number." He grabs my phone from my hand, but the battery is dead.

"It's dead.."

Mary "I have a pen!" Finn thanks her and writed down his number on a little piece of paper and hands it to me.

Finn "Call me if you wanna hang out or something okay?"

"Yeah, thanks again, really.."

Finn nods and smiles, "It's nice to meet you Y/n." I say the same thing back and i watch them walk out the doors. Wishing that they didn't. And Mary watches my smile and the light in my eyes, fade.

Mary "Go after them!"

"What, no!"

Mary "Hurry, before they leave!"

"Are you crazy, i just met them!"

Mary "Yes but they just made you happy, did they not!?"

"Yes but-"

Mary "But nothing. You are looking for your path. Your new adventure. And in my opinion, God just showed you the path."

"They could be serial killers."

Mary snickers, "Well those two kids fooled me if that is true. But seriously hurry, before they leave." I think about what she said and i go for it. I hug her because she is the sweetest woman that i have ever met. "Now, come back to my little shop once you figure it all out and then tell me what you find. I'll be waiting."

"Thank you Mary, i will." And just like that, i ran out the door. With two snickers in my hand and a heart full of hope. "Hey, wait up!" I shout at the two of them just chilling in their car, about to drive off when Finn hears me.

Jack "What's up?!"

"Can i come with you?" I ask them as i hold on to the passenger side door.

Finn "Really?"

"Yeah, i don't even care where ya guys are headed to just, can i come with you?" Finn looks at Jack like, 'seriously?'. "Please..i don't have anyone else. I don't know what else to do." Finn thinks for a moment and Jack just nods and starts giggling and plants his face into the palms of his hands.

Finn eventually nods, "Get in the back." I breathe out in relief and get into the back. As i buckle up, i see Mary give me a thumbs up from in the store and my heart feels full. Once again, for the first time.

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All of the windows were down and the music was blaring. And i feel so, unbelievably free. I hang my head out of the back window like a dog enjoying it's ride, and the boys laughter fills my eardrums like the music on the radio. After a few moments of pure joy, i get back to reality.

"So, where are we headed!?" Finn lowers the music so that we don't have to shout.

Finn "We're heading to Venice!"

Jack "The beach..to be specific." He says, looking at me from over his shoulder.

"Oh, I've never been to the beach. Is it as pretty as everyone says?!" Jack's smile fades and he just looks at me with sadness in his eyes.

Jack "You've never been to the beach, any beach?"

"No." I said calmy, like it was no big deal.

Finn "Well, that's gonna change today. But first, I'm gonna get you a bathing suit."

Jack "Yeah, there's a shit-ton of stores on the way there!"

"Oh uh, you really don't have too-"

Finn "Y/n, you can't go into the ocean wearing jeans. You'll never be able to get them off. We are going." I agreed after a few more seconds of protesting. I don't feel comfortable in my own body. Another thing that i have to work on. That is why i didn't want him to buy me one, but he does. It is a plain white, two piece. Jack actually found it for me and i tried it on and, to be honest, i felt cute in it. Finn pays, which i felt awful for. This is the first day that we are together and he is paying for everything. But even if i could, i couldn't because i simply do not have any money to put out.

Finn "Here." He hands me the bag, "now, we can go to the beach." He said with a huge grin on his face.

"Thank you, i really don't know what else to say."

Finn "No need, I'm happy to do it." I smile and Jack nods.

Jack "Yeah seriously, we don't get out much so it's nice to meet new people. We are actors but-"

"Wait, you are?" They both nod, "that's so cool."

Finn chuckles, "Yeah, it has it's pros and cons but we both have a long break so, here we are."

"Well, i got lucky to meet you here before you guy's leave again."

Jack "Nah, we're the lucky ones..c'mon!" He runs off and jumps into the backseat, leaving the front seat open for me. Finn says, "I'll race ya," and he bolts to the car. No shocker, he won. He is a six foot man and i am a five foot two woman..it's inevitable. We both laugh through catching our breaths before he starts the car and starts driving again.

Jack "So, how old ya?"

"I'm Eighteen. Yesterday was my birthday actually."

Finn "What?! Happy Birthday!"

I giggle, "thank you!"

Jack "We are the same ages then!" I nod and take a drink of my water and i hang my head out the window again, inhaling deeply, the fresh cooling air. It burns but only for a moment.

"I'm so fucking grateful to have stumbled across that little convenience store and met Mary." I broke the silence, "if i hadn't-i mean, if i kept walking..i wouldn't have met her, i wouldn't have met you guys." I look at them then and they're smiling kindly, "i wouldn't be with you guys right now. Hell, I'd be walking still, not knowing where to go, who to trust."

Jack "What a coincidence huh?"

Finn "There are no such thing as coincidences Jack. Everything happens for a reason." He shouted and looked at his friend from the rearview mirror, then back to me. "But back to you, how are you feeling now?"

"Happier than I've ever been."

Finn smiles, "Okay good."

"But hey, why are you doing this for me? You barely know me."

Finn "Well, i saw a girl my age, struggling in an old store and i wanted to help. I didn't know that you were going to ask to tag along but I'm glad that you did. And i know that life isn't easy, if anything it's hard as fuck but, moments like these are what Jack and I live for. It's not for the fame or the money, it's for friends and family, loved one's we all meet along the way that we can make memories with. And i can see it in your eyes that you don't have many good memories, if any at all. So that is why I'm glad to help Y/n." I wipe the tears off of my cheeks and Jack puts his hand on my shoulder to comfort me. I was not expecting those answers and it felt like old wounds were being healed as he spoke to me. Something about Finn is special, i know it now.

"Thank you." I said as i suck up snot from crying.

Finn "You're welcome. But i am the thankful one."

Jack "Uh don't you mean 'we?'.."

Finn snickers, "Yes, we are the thankful one's."

"How?! I'm not payin for anything and I'm literally a stranger in your car."

Jack "Now, stranger isn't true. You were in the beginning but not now! You're our friend." I smile at them as we stop at a redlight. I undue my seatbelt and practically lunge myself onto Jack, embracing him as he laughs and hugs me back. I do the same to Finn and he holds me longer than Jack did, but i did not mind it at all. As he held onto me, i felt my tension in my body just release and i felt at peace. I pull back when the car behind us honks their horn and Finn flips them off, shouting out the window "we are having a moment here asshole!" The car honks again and Finn finally goes. What an unexpected encounter..that has changed my life for the better. That's it..Finn and Jack are my 'better'! Surely they are. Just like Finn said, there are no such thing as coincidences. I sit back into my seat, relaxing into the leather. Finn turns on the music and Jack starts screaming the lyrics. We burst out laughing because it was so unexpected but that is the thing with Jackie, he's very unpredictable. But that is what i love about him. Finn looks at me, curls in his eyes-i don't even know how he can see to drive-and grabs my hand and gives it a tight squeeze before letting it go. He smiles and then looks back towards the road. And i think to myself, 'thank you universe, thank you God, whoever did this for me, thank you.'

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It takes about another hour or two before we even get close to Venice. But we know once we did because of the palm trees on every corner. I let out a 'wow' when i noticed the change of scenery and Finn just looks at me in adoration.

Jack "We must be gettin close."

Finn "e.t.a is about fifteen more minutes." He says as he looks at his GPS on his phone. Luckily, Jack brought his charger so my phone could charge on the way here. As soon as it did, my phone started blowing up and all of my emotions got triggered. And of course, the boys notice.

Finn "You're quiet, what's wrong?"

"Just..my past not leaving me alone."

Jack "Who did you tell that you are leaving?"

"No one but my parents who i ran away from.."

Finn "Well that's why-"

"I know, i know. I would be doing the same thing if one of you guys left me without any warning. But, i don't want to talk to any of them."

Jack "So don't."

"Shit.." they both say 'what' in unison. "My mom is calling me."

Finn "Answer it. We won't talk." I hesitate before finally answering it on the last ring.

"Hello?" She speaks, "no mom, I'm fine."

"Where are you, I'm coming to get you-"

"No, mom. I'm not coming back. I'm fine, and I'm safe."

"Your father wants to apologize."

"If you hand him the phone, I'm hanging up." I warn her.

"No Y/n, please don't hang up."

"Mom, i really don't wanna talk right now. I told you that i will keep in touch, it hasn't even been Twenty-Four hours."

"I know but you're still my daughter, and I love you."

"I love you too." My heart broke again. I do love my mother.

"Will you at least reconsider coming home?"

"No mom..i will come back to visit you when you tell me that he is not there, but not for awhile. Can you please understand that?" I hear her inhale deeply before answering me.

"I do understand baby, I'm so sorry."

"I love you mom, it's not your fault." I say even though some of it is her fault, i can't say that to her. "I'm gonna go okay. I'll call you tonight."

"Woah, wait, who was that?" Jack giggled at something and my mother overheard.

"New friends that i made along the way."

"Are you safe, Y/n?"

"Mom, I've never been safer. I'm gonna go, i love you." She says it back and then i hang up before she can say anything else. I throw my phone onto the floor of the car and i bury my face in my hands. Jack rubs my back to try to comfort me but it doesn't work this time.

Jack "You okay?"

"I'm fine."

Finn "No, you're not. But you will be soon, look up." I do as he tells me too and i see the street sign: Venice Beach. A small smile appears on my face and Jack shouts.

Jack "There she is! She's comin back!" I laugh then. Jack is the joker, he's the comedian in the group and Finn is everything balled up into one person.

Finn "Jack, rip her tags off of her bathing suit, she's gonna need it in a few minutes."

"Are we really that close?!"

Finn nods, "e.t.a says three minutes." I got to admit, i felt nervous then. Not wanting to be around anyone but those two. I hate crowds but maybe the beach won't be crowded. I mean, i have never been to one before so i don't really know how it all works. Finn slows down and he comes to a stop as he parks.

Finn "Ya ready?"

"I don't see it.."

Finn "We gotta walk from here. Just go into that little changing room and Jack and I will be here when you get out."

"You're not gonna leave me here, are ya?"

Finn "I would never leave you. Go on, we gotta change too." I oblige him and i change into my suite and try to salvage my hair. I end up placing it back into a bun but it is neat this time around. The wind, somehow, made my hair look less dirty than it actually is. I inhale deeply before heading out the changing room and walking towards to entrance. Much to my relief, the boys were standing by the door, waiting for me. They had their bathing suit bottoms on and their t-shirts on. I put my jeans back on out of being too uncomfortable to walk around showing so much skin. My father would always harp on me about showing so much skin as i got older. Nowadays, i barely show anything.

Finn "You good?"

"Uh yeah."

Jack "It looks good on you." He compliments me. Something that i am definitely not used to.

"Thanks, you guys too."

Finn takes a few more things out of his trunk, handing some things to the both of us to help out. Soon, we all start walking. I stay close to Finn and he doesn't protest. He nudges me a few times to make me smile and Jack starts to get excited when we turn a corner and see the blue.

Finn "Here we are!"

"It's so...blue!"

Jack "I'm never gonna get used to this being your first time being at a beach."

Finn "Jack, don't be an asshole."

Jack "I'm not!" He says in a high pitched voice and throwing his hands up in defense.

"Nah, it's okay. I know it's not a common thing."

Finn "Well hey, at least your first time comin here is with us!" He says happily. I agree with him instantly because he is absolutely right. Truthfully, i wouldn't have even wanted to go if it wasn't for Finn and Jack. Once we got onto the sand, my senses get blown. The feeling in between my toes feels funny, but it's enjoyable.

Finn "Cool right?" I nod. I must look like a child to everyone else here but i do not care. They help me not to care.

Jack "Here, drop your stuff and lose the clothes..we gotta find a spot and then we can enjoy the waves." We all agree and we do just that. We eventually found a desolate spot, close by the water and away from most of the crowd.

"It's so beautiful." I say aloud.

Finn "Isn't it?" I nod but then i feel Jack pick me up from behind and throw me into the water. It was freezing but it wasn't too bad. I gasp as i come to the surface and then i splash him as hard as i can.

Finn "Real smart buddy.."

Jack "What?!"

Finn "What if she couldn't swim!?" Jack's smirk fades when he realizes that he is lucky that i can.

Jack "Shit..Y/n I'm so sorry."

"You're fine." I said laughingly. Once Finn joins in, everything got even more fun. We all started playing and swimming in the waves. No one else was around to care about what we were even doing, where we ended up. Jack was under the waves, trying to find the big seashells to bring back to shore, leaving me and Finn by ourselves pretty much. His wet hair was away from his eyes and slicked back. His eyes are the most beautiful shade of brown, with specks of red and green in them. I got lost in them for a moment or two and he swims closer.

Finn "So," he says out of breath, "is this everything that you imagined?"

"Yeah, but better." I admit to him and then i feel myself start to drown in my emotions, "But hey, thank you-"

Finn chuckles, "you don't need to keep thanking me-"

"No but i do. You have no idea how bad my life is-was." It was as if he understood instantly by the way his eyes changed, "as soon as i met you..both of you, that all changed. I finally feel so happy and so fucking free!" Jack comes up then, holding tons of shells in his hands proudly.

Jack "Woah, what did i miss?!"

"Nothing, they're so pretty!" I swim towards him, grabbing the prettiest one's from the pile and examining them closer. Some are sharp, some are smooth. Some are all white and some have brown in them. Just simple beauty to your eyes.

Finn "You were down there awhile.."

Jack "Ya know me brother, i am a man of many talents!" Finn roles his eyes playfully before splashing him. After a long time in the water, all three of us couldn't swim any longer and we had to get back onto the sand. My body was so tired from holding itself above the waves for so long that i practically collapsed onto the towel. Jack and Finn do the exact same.

Finn "it gets tiring after a while.."

Jack "nap time." He says quietly and shortly before laying on his stomach and resting his head on his arms. I rest on my back and Finn does the same. I didn't even realize that the sun was going down. The sky was turning beautiful shades of oranges and yellows. I was snapped out of it when a group of girls started screaming. I grab onto Finn out of fear and he does the same. He sighs as soon as he realized that it was just a group of teen fan's. Their phones were already out, taking pictures.

"Finn Wolfhard?!"

Finn "Yeah, hi!"

"And Jack-THERE'S JACK!" Another girl shouted and started to run towards us. I stay put while the boys took their pictures. I can tell that they were so tired but they are too sweet to say no.

"Who's she?"

Finn "She's a close friend."

"Hi, I'm Y/n." They stick their noses in the air and turn their attention back to the boys. But Finn quickly but politely asked the girls to leave. They didn't agree at first but they eventually left. Finn looked so apologetic towards me and i wasn't bothered by them. I'm quite used to girls treated me like I'm scum, even though i am not.

Jack "Sorry about that. It comes with the title.."

"It's all good. I'm surprised that we didn't have more come up."

Finn sighs, "Sorry that they were rude towards you."

"Ah, I'm used to it."

Finn "You shouldn't be though, so I'm sorry." I just smile at him, trying to think of a way to change the subject. That was when the sun was on the cusp of setting. Just above the waves, it was absolutely stunning.

"Look, the sun is setting!" I point and the boys change their focus. We were all in awe as we sat quietly together, watching and taking photos of the sunset. "What a beautiful way to end the day.." i said with the biggest smile on my face."

Finn "I'd say.." i look at him and he pulls me in for a warm embrace. Jack soon joins in and I'm just holding in on this moment. I'm finally free and I'm finally happy. I do not know what else is next but as long as i have these two, i know that I'm going to be okay. I know, that i am going to find my 'better.'

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Why'd you only call me when you're high? (J.JK x Reader)

Drummer! Jungkook x Manager's daughter! Reader.

Warnings: Mentions of sex,drugs and alcohol. Usage of foul language (like in most of my writings bc i talk like a roadman). Friends with benefits type of relationship. Kinda angsty but also fluffy if you search for the fluff with a magnifying glass.

Word count: 2222 (hehe,angel number go brr)

A/N: I promise,i will try to do some smut but i don't feel comfy enough to write it bc idk...i just cringe when i see my writing. So sorry if it isn't what you guys expect...

3:03 am

Your phone buzzed once again. It was for the 6th time tonight in a row,so even without looking at the device,it was safe to assume that the rockstar your dad managed was probably at some pub,hammered and not even being able to call a cab for himself so he called your number. Like usual. 3:04 am. It rang again. "What? It better be an emergency cause i swear to god if you're calling because you're dru-" his laugh was as intoxicating as the liquor he had sipped on some minutes ago. "Doll,listen...i need a ride...and since your dad is our manager,it would be greatly appreciated if you came for me..." a sigh left your lips as you hang up on him.

But Jungkook didn't stop pestering you. The drummer of V2J was a pain in the ass. As shy and awkward he was in his sober times,his horndog behaviour was equalising if not surpassing his normal behaviour when he was thrashed.

You picked up the call one more time when the familiar ringtone went off. "Hey,why are you so rude,dollface? Don't you know hangin-" your words cut off his as soon as he was trying to do his monologue. "Jungkook. Like how you said it so cleverly,MY DAD is the manager. Not me. Pester him at 3 am if you have some difficulties to go home,not his daughter. Thank you. I have an exam in two days, i have to study tomorrow. Or today because at this point of the night i can't say tomorrow,so let me get the 2 hours of sleep i could still get tonight if i go to sleep in less than 10 minutes.. Leave me alone. Call Taehyung or something,i don't care. Now please don't call me again. Thanks." Then the tune of the "Hang Up" option resonated in your room once again.

Truth be told, if it would've been the first time he calls you and asks you for help at 3 in the morning,you would've helped his dumbass out,but it wasn't the case. Whenever Jungkook had some nightly problems, you were the first target in his contact list. It wasn't the first time he called you to pick him up from somewhere or to let him stay at your place for the night because he lost his keys to his appartment after a wild escapade with his bandmates to the nearest club. And it never ended with him only sleeping on your couch. It usually started at the front door and ended with him sleeping an arm around you after fucking your brains out. If he had been serious about this whole weird relationship you had, it would've been official for more than a year now,but he has to keep his rockstar persona intact. So of course,you were nothing more than the daughter of his manager who was good enough to be fucked when he was drunk or high.

At 3:36,someone rang at the interphone of your home. When you got up from your bed with a huff,you were already seeing the tatted up boy's smirk on the camera in a mental image. And you weren't wrong. His smirk was present as soon as the little screen had lit up with his face so close to it,you though he was a toddler seeing an interphone for the first time in his life. "You really came here at 3 and a half? Jeon,for fucks sake. If i get down there,i'mma beat some sense into you,so you better start running now." He simply laughed,a noise of exasperation leaving his throat. "Aw...come on (Y/n)...let me in,i lost my keys..."

You pushed on the key button,you let him in again. At this point it was exthausing because you knew what this meant. And even if you wanted to deny it,your brain wanted this to stop,but your heart was yearning for him. "I swear to god Jungkook,if you come here again at 3 am,i will stick a pipe up your ass." You unlocked the door for him and let him enter your home.

Fatal mistake because he didn't even answer,he simply pushed you against the wall and looked into your eyes,foreheads touching. "And why would you do that sweetheart? Hm? I thought you liked when i come here...for you." You can't deny it,you fell for him over the months,you fell for this idiot who liked banana milk more than anything else,who drank whisky with more cola than he should because he hated alcohol but wanted to keep his bad boy persona. But the smell of a woman on him made your heart sink. "Jungkook,please...just go and take of your shoes,i will bring you a blanket and a pillow so you can sleep on the couch."

He took your words in a hurtful way,his expression changed from flirty to genuinely hurt. "So...we aren't sleeping together like always?" You scoffed and got out of his grip. "I don't even know why i let you in. If you wanted to get your dick sucked again,you could've called one of your groupies." You disappeared in your room to search for a blanket and pillow,not that you deemed him deserving of such comfort,but he was also keen to be shivering at night without a blanket so it would be better for him to get some warmth during the dark hours. With a shaky breath,you went back to the living room and placed the pillow and comforter on the couch. "(Y/n)...what's the matter?" No answer. You didn't want to answer his question,he wasn't worthy for an answer,but his insistance was made clear when he took your hand into his and brought you closer to him. "Please...(Y/n)...answer me,i'm getting worried at this point,what's the matter?" Inhaling some fresh oxygen as the lump in your throat was only getting tighter,it finally dawned on you. You were in love with him. "Why'd you only call me when you're high?" The tears started to sting in your eyes,the drummer looked at you with a questioning expression. "High? What do you mean?" "Why'd you only call me and come here when your high?" After repeating your previous question,your voice cracked and all tears were let to flow down on your cheeks. "What? (Y/n) i really don't understand what you're talking about." "Why are you only showing interest in me when you're drunk and need to empty your balls. Is it more clear like that?" Jungkook's heart cracked at the sight of you crying because of him. He didn't want you to fall for him,not when he's at the peak of his career,but it would be a lie to say he didn't feel something for you.

"(Y/n)...come on,you know i can't be with someone. I thought that we both made this clear." His tattoed arms were still securely wrapped around you,stroking your back in the hopes of the action giving you some comfort,but as soon as you looked up to him with teary eyes,he couldn't help but let his waterworks flow too. Truth be told,Jungkook hated to see you sad,as awkward as the situation was right now,he hated seeing the one he fell for sad. "No,you made it clear for yourself. You're always acting nice with me,always closing any distance we had between us...no matter how hard i try to stay away from you,you suffocate me...if it was with hatred,it would be better,but it isn't. You're always here to fuck me up then rebuild me once you're sober. I fucking hate you for making me fall for you but i hate myself more for letting myself fall for you."

Your words were stinging. Even poisonous to his ears. Did you really hate him? And as much as it hurt him,it hurt you the same. You never really saw someone else in the hopes of being his one day,you won't blame it on him because you were the one in control of your own life,but every step you declined from someone else was to aliment the hope of being his one day. "I'm sorry...(Y/n)...i...i know you like me...but it won't work out. I do see you as more than just a friend with benefits,i do like you too...but...i can't be with you when i don't even know what tomorrow is made of." You tried to get out of his grip,but it only tightened and he brought your chin up with two fingers. "Listen,don't think i don't like you...if i didn't..you wouldn't be the first one i call to help me,fuck,i know i sound like an asshole for saying this but i do like you...i just..." he was getting ridiculous at this point and he knew it. "You just what? You don't want to miss out on someone else. I get it. You want your target list to be finished then crawl back to me when you're done." "(Y/n) it's not like tha-" you finally got out of his grip. "No. Don't say anything. I get it. But i won't be a second choice to anyone. Let alone you. Good night." You quickly wiped your tears away and went to your room,closing the door behind yourself,leaving Jungkook alone,in the dark living room.

He was tossing and turning for more than an hour now. You could hear it from your room how he was walking up and down the hall. 'I really fucked up.' he thought to himself and he wasn't wrong. You were probably the only person who would really go to hell and back for him and you were the only person he would do the same for. Then why was he acting like an asshole towards you now? Now that he was sure of your feelings,why did he have to break everything he tried to build? It couldn't end like that.

He softly knocked on your door,even if you told him to go away,he opened the door and lied down next to you,taking your body in his arms,nuzzling his face into the skin of your neck. "I'm sorry..." his soft lips placed a kiss on your neck and hands grabbed yours. "Sorry for what? For at least telling me the truth?" "(Y/n)...it's not like that...i just don't want to fuck things up. I prefer to fuck it up now than once we're together. I...i do love you...i heard the bells and the fireworks as soon as i saw you...but i don't want to fuck this up. Simply because i know how fans are,how groupies are. I prefer you seeing my fuckboy image than the real me,as much as i hate it though." You turned around,facing him,still in his clutch. "Well too late dumbass,i fell for the awkward and nice you,the one i see during studio hours,during practice,not this...whole flirty fuckboy persona that i get to see at every thursday at 3 am." He inhaled then kissed your forehead,bringing you closer to him. "It's too late for me to ask you to be my girlfriend...right? I don't want things to end...and,if the only way for me to stay with you is to put that image aside,i'm willing to do it." You sighed. He was still in the wrong. You didn't want him to change for you,but for him. To be himself again. "Jungkook,you don't understand...i want you to be you. I don't want you to rush into things because you don't want to lose me. Plus,you might not like a relationship,so if you don't want one right now,then leave me alone and don't make me fall for you more."

He shut you up before you could go on your monologue with a kiss. Not a rushed one like usually. But a soft one. One that tasted like cigarettes,monster,alcohol and love. "I love you...and starting a relationship now...or in 5 years...it won't change shit...no matter what i think now. I...after thinking about it...what you said...you're right. If i don't jump in right now...what will it change in 2 or 5 years? Nothing...i will still be the same if i don't change now." His frown turned into a small smile when he felt your nose in his neck,a light peck on his skin and your hands on his back. "So...you really want to start something with me...out of love and not out of pity?" He smacked the back of your head,out of habit but also out of outrage,he didn't want you to think he was doing this out of pity. "You dumbass,i want to be with you. I really want to. Out of love. Not because i pity you. You are probably the only person who would accept my headassery...and i love you. So please...don't ever think i would do this brcause of pity." You simply laughed,still sniffing a little bit and cupped his cheeks. "Good,because...i love you too." He kissed you first,again. Now with more passion though. His hands roaming around your back and ribcage,then on your waist,he couldn't help but pull you closer,until it couldn't be done anymore. "I know you do...now...shouldn't we sleep..? Because it's half past five...and you have to wake up at 10 so you can study..." You kissed his neck once more then placed your head on his chest. "It's already almost 6..might as well watch some cartoons and eat breakfast,no?" Jungkook's face lit up like a child's at the candy store. "Now i know why i heard the bells and the fireworks when i saw you."

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atlafan · 4 years

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Take it Slow - Part Forty-Six

a/n: okay this is my first shot at a harry:y/n fic, and it will be multiple parts. y/n had a bad experience with an ex over a year ago, and finally accepts her coworker and good friend Niall’s invitation to go on a blind date with his friend Harry.

Warnings: Fluff and Smut.

Masterpost (all previous parts can be found in the masterpost)

“Hallelujah!” Harry hears you from the bathroom Thursday morning and he chuckles. “She gone.” You say coming out, dressed for work.

“Good, so I won’t need to use a condom tonight?” He asks pulling his pants on.

“Nope.”

“Thank god.” He wraps his arms around you. “Missed really feelin’ ya.”

“Me too.” You kiss him. “I gotta go.”

“Party’s this Saturday right?”

“Yup, hotel is all taken care of. I’m so excited!”

“It’ll be nice to get away for a night.”

“Mhm.” You kiss him again. “Hey, why don’t I come visit you at lunch today?”

“But I like comin’ to your office, we have way more privacy there.”

“You don’t have a break room?”

“We do…”

“So we’ll eat in there.” You shrug. “I like seeing you at work. You’re like in action.” Harry looks you up and down. You had a light grey pencil skirt on and a navy long sleeve blouse. You’d turn heads for sure.

“Alright, sure. Come see me.” You kiss him one last time, and head out.

You can’t wait to see Harry at lunch. Your morning was full of meetings, and your class was just about to start. You got emailed your syllabus and you were already feeling a little overwhelmed. You get up to the studio with your lunchbox and you’re greeted by the young man, Isaac.

“Hello, may I help- oh! It’s you.” He smiles. “What’s your name again?”

“Y/N.” You smile.

“Right! You’re Harry’s girlfriend.”

“That I am.”

“They’re just finishing a quick staff meeting if you wanna have a seat.” There were a few lounge chairs near the reception desk.

“I can’t go wait for him in his office? He does it to me all the time.”

“Well…normally I’d say yes, but these staff meetings can get kind of heated.”

“Who knew there was so much drama at a magazine that’s so tranquil?”

“Oh honey, you have no idea.”

“Because I think you’re a fuckin’ moron, that’s why.” You whip your head around to see Harry being followed by someone.

“I’m the moron?! Really? First you stick me with some little-“

“Stop! She’ll hear you.”

“I don’t care, let her hear me!”

“You’re such a bitch sometimes Mykenzie, fuck.” Your jaw drops. You had never really heard Harry talk like that before, especially not to another woman.

“My work load has essentially piled up because I’ve had to work with her. Same goes for Paige. I think you and Mariah could handle having some extra hands next week so we can have a break.”

“That wouldn’t make any sense! Neither of those girls are interested in the work Mariah and I do. Julia wants to write, and Dana wants to cobble the magazine itself. I don’t know how to use Illustrator, Paige does, so she can keep Dana. By the way, I haven’t heard a fuckin’ peep outa Paige, so I think you’re the only one with the problem. But I’m not surprised. You’re always, always the one to challenge any idea I have.”

“Because you’re ideas are shit, just like your pictures.” His jaw tenses.

“Get the fuck away from me now.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.” She fake pouts. “Did I upset you, daddy?”

This is when you feel the need to step in. Isaac tries to stop you, but you keep walking.

“Hey.” You say. Harry’s eyes soften completely when he sees you.

“Hi!” He kisses you on the cheek. “I just need to heat my food up, we can go down and eat in my car.” He looks back at Mykenzie. “Afraid I’ll lose my appetite if I stay here any longer.” He grabs your hand and pulls you into his office. “Need to heat yours up?”

“No, I did before I left.”

“Alright, back in a tick.”

The girl looks you up and down and scoffs. You sigh and try to ignore her, but you can’t get what she said out of your mind.

“So, you’re the girlfriend?” She finally asks you, standing in the doorway.

“That’d be me, yeah.”

“How nice for you. Sure he’s a real pleasure to have around.” She says sarcastically.

“Actually he is. He’s the sweetest guy I know.”

“Rather short fuse, don’t you think?”

“Don’t see that side of him really. He’s pretty calm around me.” You cross your arms over your chest. “You were fighting over your interns?” She rolls her eyes. “I have an intern at my job too, he’s actually a really big help from time to time. It’s less annoying if you actually try to make the best of it.”

“They’re just so annoying. And all she wants to do is talk about him. Bad enough I have to see him every day, don’t really wanna talk about him.”

Julia was walking towards Harry’s office to ask him about lunch. She stops short when she sees you, but continues walking because she knows she has to ask Mykenzie about lunch too.

“Mykenzie? I’m taking the lunch orders.”

“Greek salad with shredded chicken, dressing on the side.”

“Right…um, hi.”

“Hello.” You smile at her. Harry walks back over cautiously, but furious.

“What the fuck are you doin’ hangin’ around my office for? Leave her alone.”

“We were just chatting, H. Chill.” He takes a deep breath. “Julia, didja need somethin’?”

“No, I can see you don’t need takeout today.”

“Nope.” He smiles and grabs your hand. “Be back later.” He says to Isaac. “I work in a fuckin’ looney bin!” He says once you’re in the elevator.

His car was parked in the garage, but it was still a little chilly so he turns it on. He cracks open his container and starts eating.

“You’re not eatin’ love…” You look down then back at him.

“Did she…did she call you daddy? Did I hear that right?” He nearly chokes on his food, and swallows harshly. “Sort of hard not to hear. You could hear a pin drop up there.”

“Then you know the answer to your question.” He was sweating. This is why he always came to your office.

“Mhm, so let me rephrase. Why did she call you daddy?”

“I don’t wanna talk about this right now, you’re just gonna get mad at me.”

“Harry…” You sigh. “Look, I don’t really care about what you did in your past, but…you work with this woman every day and she’s pretty…”

“Please don’t be jealous, I really can’t fuckin’ stand her.”

“Then why’d she call you that? Is it like an inside joke or something? Are you like the daddy of the office?”

“I wish that’s what it was. When I first started here we hooked up…on more than one occasion.”

“How does that even happen?”

“I don’t know, we went out for drinks, showin’ the new guy around that sorta thing. Went back to her place and so it goes.”

“Okay, but-“

“She liked using that word. I never asked her to use it.” You furrow your eyebrows at him. “You don’t believe me?”

“It’s not that I don’t believe you…I just know you can be kind of…well, you like to be the one in charge, so, I mean you must’ve liked it. And how often does she throw that in your face?”

“First time she’s done it in a while. She does it to get under my skin because she’s a fuckin’ bitch. I think she was hopin’ I’d quit or somethin’ early on.” He sighs. “I’m sorry you had to hear all that.”

“It’s okay. So…I have nothing to worry about then?”

“God no! I have absolutely zero feelings for her. It was literally just sex like…years ago.”

“Seems like she’s not over it…you.”

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t know, I could just tell by her body language.” You shrug, finally eating some food. “Lotta body language up there. I quite literally think everyone I’ve come into contact with up there has a crush on you. You work in an extremely feral environment.” You laugh.

“I think it’s because I’m so mysterious. I don’t talk much to the majority of them.”

“And when you do, are you like that?”

“Like what?”

“I don’t know…scary?”

“I scared you?” His face falls.

“Not necessarily, you just seemed so angry.”

“I’m fuckin’ furious. They’re makin’ such a big deal out of nothin’. Why bother hiring interns if you’re not going to use them to the fullest potential. Makes absolutely no fuckin’ sense.”

“You can’t blame them when even you don’t want to work with them.”

“I have no reason to. I prefer to stick to myself to get my work done. Besides the work they wanna do doesn’t even pertain to me, it would be a waste of time. Also, I really don’t need two little girls starin’ at me for eight hours a day.”

“Maybe you could do somethin’ to make yourself less attractive.” You joke.

“But my personality is also just so charmin’.” You both laugh. “So, you’re really not mad.”

“No, how could I be? It was way before we met, and you’re telling me I have nothing to worry about, so I’m not worried about it.” You finish up your food. “I know where I stand with you, I’m not threatened.”

“None of the people up there even come close to you. If anythin’ they should feel threatened.”

“I think that girl Julia does. She stopped short when she saw me, and cautiously approached. Very interesting.”

“Want some gum?”

“Please.” He hands you a piece and you pop it in your mouth.

He looks at you and smiles, leaning in for a kiss. He sees the clock on the dash.

“Feel like a walk, still got thirty minutes.”

“I don’t have my sneakers otherwise I would.”

“Wanna come back up? I can show ya what I’m workin’ on.”

“Okay.” You smile and follow him back up.

Everyone was off eating their lunches so it was quiet. Harry closes the door behind him and tells you all about the project he’s been working on. You’re very impressed with his work.

“You’re so talented baby.”

“Thanks.” You look down at your watch.

“I should probably get going.”

“I’ll walk you down to your car.”

“You don’t have to do that.”

“I want to. How else can I get a kiss in private?”

“Ohhh, I see.” You wink at him and put your jacket on. He holds your hand for everyone to see as folks roam back to their desks.

Julia and Dana are chatting with Isaac.

“I’ll be right back, just walkin’ my girl to her car.”

“Sure thing, H.” Isaac says. “Can you believe that woman did that to his neck the other day? She doesn’t look like the type.”

“Did you see how mad Mykenzie was after they left for lunch? Thought she was going to tear me to pieces.”

“I’ve never seen H like this before. He’s had girlfriends here and there, but none that he would ever let come here. Probably in fear of them running into Mykenzie. She really held her own though, I was impressed.”

“She’s super intimidating, did you see how she was dressed? So fancy.”

“She must work at a nicer office than this.” Isaac shrugs.

Harry gives you what feels like a million kisses before letting you drive off. He tells you how much he loves you and waves. He comes back upstairs and sees the same three people chatting.

“Did you have a nice lunch, H?”

“I did, thanks. How bout yourselves?”

“Yup.”

“Mhm.”

“Yes.”

“Can I ask the three of you somethin’, and be honest. Am I scary?”

“You’re intimidating.” Isaac says bluntly. “But not scary.”

“Do you all get frightened we start yellin’ about?”

“No…you all make it look so normal.” Dana says.

“Your girlfriend is really pretty.” Julia blurts out. Both of Harry’s eyebrows raise.

“Um…yeah she is, isn’t she?”

“Where does she work?”

“At a marketing agency.”

“Ohhh, so that’s why she dresses like that.”

“Like what?” He scoffs.

“All fancy. We walk around here in raggedy jeans and t-shirts.”

“We’re not really seen by the public, so it doesn’t matter. She’s constantly meetin’ with clients and what not. So she has to dress a little nicer.”

“Makes sense.”

“Now look, I know there’s been a bit of drama over the two of you this week, but stand your grounds. You’re both here for a reason and I won’t let those idiots ruin it. Has Myk taught ya anythin’ yet?”

“Sure, lots of stuff. She just has a sour attitude.”

“And what about Paige?”

“She’s been really nice actually.”

“Good. Ask for Myk, that’s just her. She’s a miserable cu-“

“Harry.” Isaac nods his head towards her.

“Thanks mate.”

“What are we all gossiping about? Lunch is over ladies, let’s get back to work, hm?” They both nod at her and disperse. “Have a nice break?” She asks smugly.

“Can I speak to you privately for a moment?” He gestures towards his office. They both go inside but he leaves the door open. He crosses his arms over his chest. “I just had to have a very uncomfortable conversation with my girlfriend because you felt the need to call me a certain name.”

“What? Da-“ He puts his hand up.

“Don’t say it again, to me, ever. All that happened a very long time ago, I don’t want it bein’ brought up again.”

“Why, it make her upset?” She says with fake concern.

“No, she was actually pretty unbothered. It made me uncomfortable though, so it’s enough.”

“Unbothered?”

“Yeah, it’s called trust, look it up.” He sighs. “Look, I get you’re annoyed right now, but let’s play nice, alright?”

“Whatever.”

“Don’t think your boyfriend would very much like it if he knew you were talkin’ like that to someone else.”

“No, suppose he’d have to teach me a lesson wouldn’t he?” She turns and walks out.

“Close the door f’me!” She yanks it shut. “Cunt.” He says under his breath.

Harry can’t wait to get home to you. You were fixing up dinner when he walked in. Your smile always took away any stress he might have carried home with him. Suddenly all of the times he’s come home annoyed made sense to you. You weren’t sure how he was able to get anything done with all those distractions.

“Hi.” Kisses you on the cheek. “Mm, somethin’ smells good.”

“Roasted veggies tonight with some rice. Only needs another thirty minutes in the oven.”

“Thanks for cookin’.”

“Course.”

“I asked to work from home tomorrow, this has been the longest fuckin’ week. He groans. “So I’m not gonna get up with ya tomorrow, I need to sleep in a bit.”

“Alright.” You push a few curls that fell onto his forehead back. “So…what would you like to do for the next 30 minutes?”

He grins at you and cups your cheeks in his hands, pulling you in for a kiss. You wrap your arms around him and pull him closer to you.

“Bring me to the sofa.” You say against his lips. Without hesitation he lifts you up and does as you say.

He sits down, keeping you on top of him. You tug at the hem of his shirt and lift it up over your head. You attack his chest with kisses and reach for to unbutton his pants. He lifts up so you can tug his pants his boxers down to his knees. You hike up your skirt. (You took your nylons off when you got home.) His hand grazes your center, and rubs at your already swollen clit through your panties.

“You’re already soaked, were ya thinkin’ bout me?”

“Yes, been thinking about you all day.” You kiss on his neck as he continues to rub you.

He smirks and tugs your panties to the side. You lift up and he guides himself in. You both moan at the contact.

“Feel so fuckin’ good, angel.” He says into your ear, sending a shiver up your spine. He nips at the skin just below your earlobe as you move up and down on him.

“Fuck, Harry.” One hand tugs at his hair while the other his clutching at his shoulder. His hand moves back to rub at your clit. He pinches it at first and then rubs down hard on it with his thumb. “Shit!” You groan.

“Like when I do that?”

“F, faster.”

Your mouth finds his as he rubs your clit faster. He swallows all of your moans until you have to detach yourself from him just to catch some air. He thrusts up and your back arches. He hit bottom just as you came.

“Harryyyyyy.” You moan out and tuck your face in the crook of his neck. “Fuck.”

He continues to thrust up into you, slowly, knowing that you were no sensitive. He just wanted to bend you over the sofa he could come, but you two still hadn’t gotten there yet. You had been so open and willing to a lot these last couple of weeks, but that was still uncharted territory.

“Can I come in your mouth?” You scrunch your face. You didn’t want to taste yourself on him. “Please, baby? Wanna feel those pretty lips wrapped around me.” You tighten around him, feeling aroused by his dirty words.

“But I…don’t you like the way I’m wrapped around you now?” You start to move up and down on him again. “Doesn’t this feel good?”

“Feeels amazing.” He looks at you. “But I really wanna come in your mouth.”

“But I wanna feel you fill me up.” You whine. “Won’t you do that for me?”

“Who said this was the only time this was going to happen tonight?” You bite your bottom lip and smile.

“So if I, shit, if I do this for you now, you’ll fill me up later?”

“Yes, I promise.”

In a swift motion you get off of him, and get on your knees. You don’t think much about the taste as you follow your cheeks around him.

“That’s it, takin’ me so well.” His head rolls back as bob up and down on him. “M’gonna come baby.”

His hot come shoots out into your mouth, and you swallow every last drop. You dab the corners of your mouth for anything that might have spilled over. You stand up and pull your skirt down. The time goes off and you pad over to the oven. Harry pulls his boxer and pants back up and goes into the kitchen, grabbing you both a couple of bowls for your dinner. He kisses you on the cheek.

“Love you.” He says sitting down at the island.

“Love you too.”

Later in the evening, after watching a little TV, you both decide to go into the bedroom. You both do your nightly routines and get settled in bed. Harry moves to hover over you and starts kissing your soft lips.

“Harry?”

“Yeah babe?”

“Should we try, um, what Dr. Mara said?” He gets off of you and you both sit up.

“What exactly do you wanna try?”

“Well… like she said, we could just get into the position. I have underwear on and so do you. Maybe you could just like…press up against me or something?”

“Are you sure you wanna do that now?”

“Gotta start some time, right.”

You shift and flip over and get on your elbows and knees. Harry gets behind you, and you look over your shoulder so you can see him clearly. His hands grip your hips lightly and pulls your butt up more.

“Okay so far?”

“Yeah, I think so.”

“I’m gonna press against you now.”

“Okay.” You face forward and brace yourself.

Harry lightly presses against you. You shift a little, but you feel fine. You feel him start to harden against you and he presses harder.

“Okay!” You inch forward. “That’s enough.” He backs up. You turn over and sit cross-legged in front of him. You take a deep breath. “Good start.” He sits the same way you do.

“What scared you?”

“I don’t know I got nervous…”

“I’m going to suggest something, just keep an open mind.”

“Alright.”

“So, like, you get scared because you can’t see who’s behind you, right? And you’re picturin’ him?” You nod your head yes. “And obviously it would hurt your neck too much to keep lookin’ back at me. So, what if we tried some of these things in the bathroom where we have that large mirror. I’m not even talkin’ fuckin’. We can literally do what we just did, but at least you’d be able to see me.”

“That’s actually a really good idea. Maybe we could try that tomorrow?”

“Sure, anythin’ ya want.”

He caresses your cheek with his hand, and you turn to kiss his palm.

“Thank you for always being so wonderful to me, I love you so much.”

“I love you too. We’re in this together after all.”

“Would you like to fill me up now?” You ask shyly. He nods and you lay back down.

Harry hovers over you and discards you of your panties and shirt. He gets rids of his boxers and his hands move all over you. His fingers run up and down your slit before going up inside. You moan at the way his fingers feel as they curl up. Harry should really write a book on how to have sex, he was just so good at it.

“Want you now.” You whine.

“Yeah? Want me cock babe?”

“Please, need it so bad.” He smirks and parts your legs further as he pushes inside of you. “Wasn’t enough earlier.”

“No?”

“No, it was too quick. I like when we take our time.”

“Got all the time in the world for you, angel.”

Harry pumps in and out of you slowly while his thumb works your clit. He always knew exactly how to make you squirm beneath him. You couldn’t get enough of him.

“Yeah, fuck me Harry.” He plants kisses to your neck. “Your cock is so big, feels so good.”

“Love it when you talk to me like that, keep goin’.” He says into your ear.

“Love the way your hard muscles feel against me, you’re so strong.”

Harry’s dick hits your g-spot repeatedly while he rubs your clit. You start panting and wrap your legs around him tightly.

“Harry!”

“That’s right, say my name baby.”

“Harry! Fuck, fuck, fuck, nghhhhhhh.” Your nails claw down his back as you reach your climax.

“Shit, that feels good.” He says against you. You run your nails down his back again and goosebumps raise on his skin.

“You wanna come baby?”

“Mhm.” He nips at your collar bone. He moves his pelvis round in a circle and you gasp.

“Harry.” You start panting again. “Harry, please. Want it so bad.”

He thrusts in and out of you sloppily until you feel him press his hardest, and you feel the warm liquid shoot inside you. Harry pulls out slowly, and before his come and leak out of you, he presses two fingers back inside you. You gasp from being overly sensitive. Your eyes nearly pop out as you watch him.

“What, ngh, what are you doing?”

“You keep sayin’ how you wanna be filled up, figured you’d wanna stay full of me for as long as possible.” Your jaw drops and your eyes dart to his fingers plugging up his come inside you.

“That’s…so hot.” You make eye contact with him and he leans in to kiss you. He slowly takes his fingers out of you. He looks at you for a second. “What?” You bat your eyelashes at him.

All he does is hold his fingers that were just inside you up. They were covered in the mixture of the two of you, but mostly him. Your eyes dart to his fingers then back to his eyes. You look at him as if asking, you want me to? He nods his head yes. You lick your lips and part them. He sticks his fingers inside your mouth and you suck on them. He groans watching you lick them clean. You try not to focus on the taste, just the pure intimate thing you were doing. Something that would remain between the two of you.

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thewildomega · 4 years

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Star in the Sand Ch. 3

Sitting at the end of the bar he looked around the place as he sipped at his drink. They had been here for a few hours now and he could already see what y/n had meant by it being a rough place. Music played in the background and people were talking and laughing loudly throughout the whole establishment. Thankfully y/n had poured him a glass of whiskey to keep him company as she worked. As he would let his eyes roam over the floor he couldn't help from watching the woman. She was fast on her feet, her movements calculated as she carried the tray on one hand while the other lifted old glasses and bottles to replace them with new ones. So far none of the customers seemed to give her much trouble, a few men looked at her longer than they should but she was a sight so he couldn't really say he blamed them. As she made her way back over towards him to refill his glass he saw her reach under the counter and pull out a box looking thing.

Sitting the chess board on the bar top you smiled and started pacing the pieces where they went, explaining how each piece could move. "Any more questions?" you asked.

"I think I have it, ladies first." he said, and watched as she moved one of the pawns. Moving one of his own he saw her next move the bishop. After a few moves in they had to stop while she waited on a new costumer but he just took the time to look over the board and plan out his next move. Moving the knight he took one of her pieces and grinned. Watching her move one of her pawns again he heard a voice beside him.

"You are going easy on him starlight." A deep, raspy voice said from beside him.

Looking down the bar he saw an old man with long grey hair smiling kindly at y/n. Furrowing his brows at the name the man had called her he felt his heart rate pick up some but shook it off.

"It's his first time playing Mick." you said with a small shrug.

Raising his brow he looked at her, "You are going easy on me?" he asked.

"She could have beat you three moves ago." Mick chuckled.

"Hush." you told Mick before turning back to Crocodile, "It's your turn."

Flickering his eyes between her and the board he moved a piece and saw her biting her lip. "Don't go easy on me." he told her in a deep voice.

Taking a deep breath you moved your queen across the board, "Checkmate." you said.

Looking around he saw she had him and sighed, "Again?" he asked and saw her grin softly and hum.

........................

Now it was close to midnight and he and y/n were on their seventh game, he had yet to beat her but this round was looking close as he was starting to get the hang of it. Moving his left castle he smiled "Your turn."

Smiling as the game became a challenge you moved to grab your piece when someone rushed over to the bar. Looking up to see who it was you sighed. "Hi Rob."

"Hey there baby." he smiled. "Lookin' mighty good in them jeans."

Rolling your eyes you moved your piece and noticed Crocodile's annoyed look. "What do you want tonight?" you asked Rob with a sigh.

"You know what I want." he grinned.

Slamming his usual beer on the bar you looked at him. "No."

"Oh come on star, how many times are you gonna leave a man hangin'?" he groaned.

"Depends on how many times you ask." you told him with a shrug as you went to make your move.

Narrowing his eyes at the skinny man beside him he tapped his foot on the floor. He couldn't bother to focus on the game as this 'Rob' went about trying to talk y/n into sleeping with him, the men sitting down the bar some finding amusement in his rejection.

"Give me one good reason why?" Rob said with a grin.

"Because I have had enough disappointments in my life." you said with a roll of your eyes as you turned to put the dirty mugs in the dishwasher, hearing Rob let out a offended gasp behind you.

Chuckling along with the rest of the men laughing he saw the man grin and place his hand over his heart.

"That one hurt baby." Rob said. "It's okay, I'll just go peak into your bathroom window when you're in the shower tonight." he smiled.

"I catch you peeking in my window and I will shoot you, you perv." you told him, knowing he was only joking.

Laughing he stood and finished up his beer before pulling out a few bucks. "Alright, alright, I'll try again tomorrow." he said, "See you later Star."

"Night Rob." you sighed, shaking your head. Turning back to Crocodile you saw him sitting there with his normal blank face but there was something in his eyes as he looked into yours. Not having time to question you heard as most of the others started calling it quiets for the night. On the ride back home you finally heard his question.

"Those men were calling you star, why?" he asked.

Glancing his way and then back to the road you rubbed your other arm while keeping one on the wheel. "It's just a nickname that got thrown on me when I first got here... I like the stars, I find astrology interesting and whenever I was on break I used to go out and just look at the stars. The old owner of the bar, Vick, he used to tease me about it, not in a mean way or anything, he said that when I came back in he could see the stars still shining in my eyes, he called me starlight." you said with a small smile.

Hearing the smile in her voice he looked over and saw a hint of sadness in her eyes. "You said the old owner..."

"Yea, Vick died last year. His daughter owns it now." you said with a sigh.

"You do not sound like you like her as much as her father."

"I don't. Vick was a nice man, he gave me a chance when no one else would, he... well if it wasn't for him I don't know if I'd even still be alive but his daughter, Melissa, she's something else." you ended with a huff. "She has never worked a day in that bar to my knowledge, she's been trying to find a reason to fire me since she inherited it." you told him.

"Why?"

"She never liked me to begin with. When her dad got sick and started needing help doing everyday things she refused to help him she said she had more important things to do and I kind of lost my temper with her."

Grinning he looked towards her, it was hard to imaging her angry. "What did you do?"

Groaning you felt a blush tint your cheeks, thankfully it was dark. "I may or may not have broke her nose and ...knocked out her front...teeth." you admitted and heard him start laughing. "What? She deserved it, her dad was the nicest person in the world and she treated him like shit. Vick was the closest thing to family I ever had and I wasn't about to just sit there and watch her do that to him."

Chuckling he smiled, "What happened after that?"

"Well she had me arrested and I had to pay for her doctor and dentist bill."

"You got arrested?" he asked, raising his brows in shock.

"Yes, I had to spend 48 hours in jail."

He bet she looked cute in stripes.... What?! NO! Where the hell did that come from?! He didn't say much else on the rest of the ride back to her home and once they got there he heard her tell him goodnight like always and heard to her room to most likely shower and then go to bed. Grabbing his new lounge pants he headed to the bathroom to shower himself. Once he was out he pulled on his pants and glanced down to the dark black tattoo on his the left side of his lower pelvis, normally covered by the waistband of his pants. His soulmate tattoo, it was a strange shape, a eight pointed, elongated star. Recalling the conversation from earlier he felt his brows lower and his eyes soften for a moment before he quickly shook his head. No. It was mere coincidence. Nothing more. Pulling his pants over the mark he quickly moved to his bed and let out a deep sigh.

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Heading towards the kitchen one morning he made his coffee and grabbed the small breakfast that she had left in the microwave for him. Carrying both to the table one at a time he stopped suddenly as he was sitting down when he noticed her truck still here. She wasn't working today? Glancing down the hall to her bedroom he saw the door open and furrowed his brows. She normally closed it when she was sleeping or showering, leaving it open when she wasn't in there. She wasn't in the living room or study so where was she? Quickly finishing his food and coffee he carried them both to the sink before he walked to the front door and looked outside. He didn't see her but where else would she be? Putting on his shoes he walked outside and started looking around the yard. When he found her he was surprised to see her pulling on a small boat that he had never noticed tucked away under a tarp in the shed. She hadn't seemed to notice him and he rose a brow at the sight of her tugging on the boat. "What are you doing?"

Letting out a small yelp you turned to see Crocodile standing there looking at you with a slightly amused expression. "Good morning. For once I have a day off and the weather is nice so I was going to go Canoeing, I haven't been in a while." you told him. Getting an idea you gave him a small grin. "Would you like to go?" you asked.

"No." he said in his normal emotionless, deep voice. Forcing his eyes to not fall to her short clad legs.

Blinking you quickly hid your disappointment and forced a small grin. "Okay." You said but saw him turn and begin walking back towards the house making your shoulders fall. Biting the inside of your lip you grabbed the canoe and started tugging it towards your truck again all the while being overwhelmed by your thoughts. Crocodile had been here for ten days now and while the two you seemed to live together without any problems you couldn't help the feeling that he had been avoiding you lately. Ever since the other night he had become more reserved. He hadn't asked to come to the bar with you anymore and everything when you got home from work he would already be in bed. Perhaps you had annoyed him or offended him somehow. You hadn't said anything thing to him, not wanting to make things awkward. If he didn't like you, he didn't like you, wasn't like you weren't used to being ignored. Still for some reason you found it hurting more this time around. Pushing the canoe into the back of your truck you started tying it down, keeping our head down and hands busy.

Going back in her house he looked over the books for something else to read, having already finished the one he was on last night. Tapping his thumb on his forearm he tried to focus on the titles he was reading but his mind was clearly elsewhere, like it had been for the past few days, ever since that night. Becoming more annoyed the longer he stood there he growled in his throat and let his head fall back to his shoulders, "Fuck it." Walking to the front door again he shoved his feet in his boots and glanced out the door to see her putting a wooden oar in the boat that was now in the back of her truck. Watching her move towards the driver's side door with her small shoulders hung low he closed his eyes. He was going soft.

Opening your door you placed your foot on the railing and went to climb inside when the sound of a door closing behind you made you turn to look. Seeing his large body come down the steps towards you you furrowed your brows some and tilted your head. Opening your mouth you didn't get a chance to speak before he was talking.

"If you fall in the water and drown I'll be out of a place to stay." he grumbled, making his way tot he passenger side and quickly getting in, slamming the door shut and snapping the belt over his chest.

Blinking a few times you grinned and got inside, starting the truck. "Shouldn't I be more worried about you drowning?"

Looking at her he narrowed his eyes a bit. "I know how to swim... I just can't."

Giggling you nodded, "I know. Don't worry I won't let you drown." you told him. Making a pit stop at a small store you got drinks and small snacks for the both of you while you were out canoeing. Waiting as the man rung them up you caught sight of something behind the counter and smiled. "I'll take two of them as well." you said and saw the man raise a brow but not say anything as he bagged your items and handed them to you. "Thank you." Putting the drinks and snacks in the cooler you opened the door and got inside the truck. "Here, got you something." you said, holding out the two large cigars.

Looking down at the two cigars in her hand he felt his eyes widen a bit and looked back up to her, seeing her normal grin on her face. Reaching out and taking them he smiled. "Thank you." he said in a deep voice and saw her smile softly at him.

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Paddling slowly down the river you lifted the oar and placed it back beside you, contempt to let the river carry you for now. Looking around you sighed softly at the calming affect the water had on you before looking back down at the sketch pad in your lap and lifting the charcoal pencil again. Glancing up at the massive man currently lounged back at stern of your boat you grinned. He had his head layed back against his arm that was thrown behind him, his eyes were closed and his face relaxed making him look younger and carefree. Those black locks of his had been blown out of his normal style and now they framed his face, accenting his strong jawline that had a little stubble on it. His eyes were closed and smoke clouded around him as he puffed away on the cigar in his mouth. His legs nearly reached you but you didn't care, glad to finally have company. The large gold hook rested on his thigh and unbeknownst to him a butterfly had landed on it. Adding the last details in you grinned at your portrait and closed the book before tucking it back safely into your book bag. Hearing a banging you looked up towards the cliffs and saw the two rams going at it.

Cracking one eye open when he heard the banging he looked around for the source. "What was that?" he asked.

Glancing back at him for a moment you saw him looking around, "Rams, up there." you said, pointing to where the two large males were.

Watching the two rams headbutt each other he hummed. Looking back towards the woman he saw her eyes focused on the landscape around them. Her face was soft, calm looking, this was probably the most contempt he had seen her. Her fingers were fittling with the locket around her neck, her legs were crossed and her lips were pursed a little bit. Watching her hair blow around her in the soft breeze he licked his lips, wondering what it would feel like to run his fingers through her hair. Gritting his teeth he breathed out heavily through his nose. He needed a distraction. "Who is your favorite character from my world... this One Piece?" he asked.

Looking back towards him you grinned, "That's hard to say, I don't think I could pick a favorite, everyone kind of adds their own thing to the story you know."

"Alright then let's break it down, who are your favorite... let's say Marines?" he asked.

"Top three.... I like Smoker, Aokiji and Garp."

Humming at her answered he thought, "What about the straw hats?"

"Impossible to pick a top three, I can say Ussop is probably my least favorite."

"Who is your least favorite character in all?"

"That one is easy, Definitely Blackbeard." you said with a firm nod.

At least it wasn't him. "Not me, I'm flattered darling." he said with a smirk.

Giggling you smiled, "No, I like your character too Crocoboy."

Feeling his eyes go wide at the name, his cheeks and neck heated up making him grumble and puff harder on his cigar.

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dragonstoravens · 3 years

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Babylon Vol. 1: I’m an Idiot but At Least I’m Fun

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BIG CW for this one: Blood, mild body horror.

(Totally ran out of time to post this yesterday, so here we are a day late again! For the 2/3 people that actually see this on tumblr lol. Just one chapter, and not a mega long one, but be safe while reading and feel free to message me for a summary or sections to skip if you’re worried about the content warnings. Hope you enjoy!)

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16. I’m An Idiot But At Least I’m Fun

There was a steady dripping from the edge of the table she sat on. Azure sighed and then held her breath, digging the scalpel into her arm once more. She’d missed the intended node once already, and this was getting a little dicey. It crossed her mind that she really should consider an assistant for when she did her more complex updates, but then she’d have to deal with their concern for her wellbeing and that really only ever did more harm than good for her efficiency. A twinge of pain shot up from her elbow, and she reached behind her to carelessly flip a switch on a box wired to her ankle by about four yards of copper wire. The pain subsided, and she set the scalpel down in exchange for a pair of forceps. Time to dig. The dripping continued, blood running onto the ground and towards her workshop drain. She paid it no mind. She’d eat a cookie later.

But still, something burned at the back of her mind. She looked at the clock on her monitor, brow furrowed as she wiped a bloody gloved hand on her shirt. She was forgetting something. The faulty node was still blinking beneath all the blood, taunting her. Suddenly, a spurt of blood crossed the room, and some wiring escaped her arm, snaking slowly out of her open incision. She grit her teeth. That was never a fun feeling, blood-warmed metal exiting her body. “Fuck, oh, goddamn it-” Another spurt of blood, this one dripping down her arm and to the ground even though she had her free hand clamped around it. She grumbled low in her throat, words coming through the forceps she now held between her teeth. “Sonofabitch, I swear everytime I try-”

“Bluemom, You have a visitor.” Her floating personal assistant bot, Bean, hovered over to her, his front display reading out her current rate of blood loss and the time. “He had an appointment.”

“I don’t recall my brother or Turq or even Smalls needin’ appointments to see me. Just send ‘im in, whoever he is he’s seen worse I’m sure.” She waved the bot off and he hovered away, whistling his customary exit tune. She used the hand on her currently bleeding arm to open a drawer and rummage through its contents. “Gauze, gauze, gauze….”

The door slid open, and a voice, not that of any of her shipmates and yet all too familiar, said, “Jesus.”

“Your Three O’Clock is here!” Chirped Bean. “Trinity Jericho has arrived.”

She looked up to see Trinity standing in the doorway, hands on his hips. She could practically see the loading screen behind his eyes as his brain searched its databanks for an appropriate reaction or facial expression in response to the bizarre scene in front of him.

She was a mess, blood running down her arm and all over her white tank top, a spare coil of fine wire hanging around the shell of her ear. A strange contraption was slithering its way out of her wound, the inside of her elbow flayed open. She’d have blushed in embarrassment, but she couldn’t really spare the blood, so she settled on smiling sheepishly. “Oh, uh, hey?” More blood, this time escaping her fingers and splattering weakly at her feet. “...I’ve got gloves in that drawer right there behind you, would you mind helpin’ me for a quick sec? My hands are occupied right now.” Her tone was conversational, as though she was asking him to grab something from a fridge as opposed to putting on gloves to shove wires back up into her bicep. She continued using her lacerated arm to dig for gauze, blood dripping from her elbow and onto her bare feet.

Rather than figure out how to react, it looked like Trinity had decided not to react at all. His face was exceedingly casual, save for his slightly raised eyebrows, as he went over to the desk and removed the gloves, pulling them on. “Should I even ask?”

Something between a human laugh and a pig snort left her mouth. “Only if it’s necessary. I think I just nicked a vein. I’m more concerned with these connectors, they’re not supposed to be connected this loosely, which means they really shouldn’t be hangin’ out my arm like a hound dog out a pickup truck window.”

“Just nicked a vein,” Trinity mimicked, affecting a higher pitched southern drawl that combined with the slight disbelieving tone to his voice. “Ok. Ok, you’re completely insane, and probably only partially from blood loss. Now, tell me what to do.” He turned his attention to the wires, examining them closely with an expression that rivaled his focus when looking at a particularly interesting problem in one of his own production lines. “I think I see the basics of what’s going on here, but you’d know best.”

“It’s just the coolin’ lines, they kinda just gotta be-Oh!” She pulled a roll of gauze and some medigel from the drawer she’d been digging in. “Found ‘em.” She looked back up at him, arm stretched out, still applying pressure. “I’m not insane until I lose a full liter, by the way. We’re not even a quarter of the way there. They’re just coolin’ lines, you can just shove ‘em back in. I’d have done it already if I didn’t need to keep my blood in my body.” The cooling lines glowed a faint purple and continued to slowly snake their way out. She beheld her own mess with interest for a moment, puzzling something out. “Wonder if I could…”

“Let’s save that little curiosity journey for later, yes?” he interrupted, just the slightest hint of panic creeping into his tone that stopped short whatever she’d been about to come up with. “Maybe best to explore all the other experiments you could run on yourself when you’re not already bleeding all over the floor.” He started pushing the wires back into her arm, probably more gently than she would have done herself. “And, for the record, you’re insane with all your blood in your body. But I’m sure you know that already.”

“It’s what makes me fun!” Her irreverence for her own safety could almost be seen as endearing, if it wasn’t so dangerous. She grabbed a spray bottle marked ‘alcohol’ in big red letters, a roll of duct tape on her wrist. “Here, put pressure on it once it’s all in there, I’ll secure it back down later. Musculature will hold it for now.” She put the spray top of the bottle of alcohol between her teeth and bit down, twisting to remove it and dumping some of the contents over the open wound, no sign of a grimace. “Quickly dude, or we’re gonna be covered in blood. My heart’s still beatin’. God this would be so much easier if my limbs were detachable.”

Trinity almost said wouldn’t be the first time I’ve been covered in blood, or detachable limbs are another thing we don’t want to explore right now, but he was a little too busy to worry about snappy comebacks. He got some disinfectant a little more directly to the wound by covering a bandage in medigel, and set to work sealing the edges together temporarily with glue that he knew should work like stitches. The alcohol had luckily done the double job of cleaning away the excess blood, so all he had to do was swipe away the fresh blood that had just welled from it with a piece of gauze and apply the bandage. On top of it he folded a few more pieces of gauze for extra pressure, and he secured the whole thing with medical tape. It was quick, but rather well done for a rush job nonetheless. Azzy blinked at the result.

“Oh, I was gonna slam some gauze and medigel in there and throw some duct tape over it but that works too.”

“I know that’s what you were going to do, which is exactly why I didn’t do it. Might as well make use of an extra pair of hands.” Said hands, though gloved, were a bit of a bloody mess now, and he walked over to a sink with a bin for biohazard disposal to clean up. “Luckily I know something about cybernetics and first aid. I know you do too.” Unspoken was the implication that not everyone did-- that most people would probably freeze up or panic at such a sight. Beneath even that lay certainty that she did this often. Despite his jokes about her being insane, she’d been perfectly calm. This maybe wasn’t how all her repairs went, with the blood and all, but it wasn’t a surprise, either. He thought maybe that should scare him, but instead he simply accepted it as fact. What else could he do?

“Can’t see how it matters too much, can’t avoid the scarrin’ anyway. Thanks, though.” she looked up at him with that same lopsided smile before bending her arm a couple times. “I forgot you were comin’, lemme get this shit cleaned up and we’ll get that maintenance outta the way.”

He shrugged as he finished washing his own hands and disposing of the gloves, and started to help her clean up. “Scars, those don’t matter. Everyone has them, visible or not, you don’t make it far in life without them. But in this kind of world… I think you might as well save yourself a little pain and danger any time you have the chance.” There was an honesty in his voice that drew her attention, but he was facing away from her. He cleared his throat awkwardly and turned with a crooked grin. “So, what nefarious plans do you have for my eye today?”

She was already across the room in front of a pair of doors, arms crossed over her front to pull her shirt up and over her head. She was facing away from him, her back tan and striped with thin white scars all the way up her spine, ending in one final splintering burst at the base of her neck. Barely visible at this distance was the white ink tattooed across her back to make the whole mess look like a dandelion puff. The shirt fell to the ground with a wet flop as she hit a button to open a closet full of more white tank tops, these ones pristine. Her hands were clean already. “S’not like I feel it anyway, that’s what the ankle wire’s for.” She grabbed a shirt and tugged it over her head, fixing her beanie as she turned to face him again and grabbed a mop from the corner.

“Ankle wire?” He glanced down, mechanical pieces fitting together behind his eyes. “Of course. You electrocute your nerve endings to suppress pain. Makes perfect sense.” Was she imagining the tiny edge to his voice? “And to think you lectured me before about the external charging I was doing. Don’t you ever worry you’ll fry them, go numb permanently? Although…” He shook his head, the joking tone back to his voice. “Never mind, you could probably fix that if it happened, anyway.”

Azzy began cleaning, ignoring the edge to his voice. This was why she never let anyone assist with her cybernetic self experimentation. This, and the process of the reset. She let herself sound cocky. "Of course I could fix it. Anyway, I have an update for the cooler, so it'll adjust with your body temp, like a real eye. Good for if someone's lookin' atcha with thermal imagin'." She hit a button and hopped onto a counter, the edges of the floor beginning to flood slightly with water. "I also thought maybe I'd upload this real spicy book I read last week to it, in case you get bored. You’ll love it." She snorted, unable to keep a straight face.

He laughed quietly along as he lifted himself onto the counter next to her. It was odd-- even through genuine humor he was looking at her like he was considering something, searching her for the answer to some unspoken puzzle. He let his gaze wander again just before the point where consideration became outright staring. “Feel free. That thermal imaging sounds like a great idea.”

The floor was done flooding, washing the remaining blood down a drain in the center of the room. She hopped back down, crossing the room and grabbing her boots off a shelf. Can't mess with people's eyes with your bare feet just out and around. She looked up from her feet with a curious expression, like he'd given her a brain teaser. "What was that look? You were thinkin' about somethin', and it's almost definitely not the alien erotica I'm puttin' in your peeper as soon as the standard tune up is done."

He shrugged. “I’ll tell you later. There’s some research I want to do first.” He slid off the counter. “First things first, heat regulation and alien erotica.”

"Don't have to tell me twice. Get on the table, I'll get the hookups. Pop that sucker out too, I need to check the retina." She pulled a clean pair of gloves on, snapping the cuff against her wrist. The sensation ricocheted up her arm. Her elbow and wound sparked. Her freshly patched arm swung out of its own volition, landing squarely on Trinity’s backside. Azure blinked, tips of her ears turning bright scarlet as her mouth twitched. “Oops.”

Trinity turned to look at her and blinked bemusedly. “...Getting an early start on the erotica part?” he quipped, but his already pink cheeks flushed darker as he spoke.

Azure giggled in response, pulling her arm back the moment she realized she’d left it there in shock. “Sorry. The node’s been misfirin’, if I hadn’t missed the incision point I’d have replaced and calibrated it by now, my bad.” Her eyes flickered briefly downwards and then immediately to her desk, smirking as she rolled her shoulder and shook her hand to get out any further bursts. “...Glad to know you don’t skip your squats. It’s a nice ass, now that I’m lookin’ at it instead of the wires in my arm.”

“A misfire, sure.” Trinity smirked back. It was easy to tell she was being serious about the misfire-- a lie would have come with a lot more stammering and awkward pauses-- but it was a prime opportunity to tease his friend that he wasn’t about to miss. “Your powers of observation are astonishing. Here.” He popped out the cybernetic eye, deceptively simple looking detached from its complex inner workings. He grinned, and tossed it lightly in one hand, waiting for her to turn back to face him. “Catch.”

She held a jar of fluid for his eye in her hand already as she turned, brow raised. As she faced him, he smirked and tossed the eye towards her, an easy to intercept underhand throw. “Ohfuck-” Snatching it out of the air and setting it gently in the jar, she pouted at him. “Dude, I’m not makin’ you another one if that one breaks.”

“You didn’t make the first one.” He smiled. “It’s fine, I knew you’d catch my eye.”

She stared at him blankly for a moment, then set the jar down and cracked a smile, some small hint of a blush on her cheeks. “Very funny Hotshot, well done. Don’t throw your fuckin’ organs.” Digging out a small monitor and some wires, she glanced over her shoulder with a smirk. “I’m sure all the girls tell you that though, right?”

He scoffed, amused at the idea of the women at the events he attended saying anything about organs out loud. “Just you. It’s a bit of an honor, really.”

“Flatterer. Don’t think I don’t know about your eight illicit rendezvous with five women in the last two days. Sara Mitchell told me all about them last time.” She rolled her eyes and stood, handing him the bundle of tech and tugging at his shirt collar to plug something into his port. “They’re tryin’ harder every time, I swear. I can see why you wanted the backup more ‘n more, I can’t imagine how you got anythin’ done at those things.”

“Mostly by ignoring anyone I didn’t want something from,” Trinity replied casually, opening his shirt a few more buttons to let her access his port more easily. The motion revealed those tattoos she’d already noticed a few times before when doing repairs-- the birds in flight, the trinity knot, the wall, the crumbling tower. Again she considered that their placement, so close to bone in most places and with so many heavy black lines and detailed patterns, must’ve really hurt. A phantom pain shot down her own spine in sympathy at the thought.

“Well, I guess that explains it just fine.” She flipped a few switches, monitors whirring to life. “Not very nice, but then again neither is listenin’ to them gripin’ because I won’t tell ‘em your-” She stopped herself, face reddening as she dropped a heartbeat sensor in his lap. A nasal feminine voice replayed in her ear, begging the question how big is it, really? She picked her sentence back up with a rambling vigor, trying her absolute best to drown her own thoughts out. “-current plans. Nasty, all of ‘em. Super nosy. Can’t blame you for ignorin’ it. Wanna put that on your finger? Don’t matter which, any of ‘em are fine, I gotta make sure the readin’s are accurate.”

He gave her a look like he wanted to question her about the hesitation, though she was certain he had a pretty good idea what the ladies had actually been asking her about. However, he simply quirked an eyebrow in her direction as he slipped the sensor onto his pointer finger.

Face still red, she hooked the eye up to a different wire. Something hummed and buzzed, and she heaved a dramatic sigh. “Sorry, you don’t have enough space for the porn. You have all of it allocated for images and text files made by the unit itself.” She made a few keystrokes and turned, looking at everything but him. “Okay, that’s updatin’. Lemme see your empty eye socket, your nerve is registerin’ some weird readings.”

Trinity turned his face up to hers, exposing the scarred inner socket of his eye. He’d never said what had happened to it, but it didn’t look pleasant. “The optic nerve? It should be fine, it’s totally cybernetic. It’s not degrading again, is it?” There was a hint of nervousness in his voice at the thought.

“It’s probably just one busted cell. It’s still machinery, sometimes parts need to be replaced.” She grabbed a pair of foreceps and clicked them together where he could see with his good eye. “Tell me if you feel this, because you’re definitely not supposed to.” She poked around at the back of his socket. “Anythin’?”

“No. I think your mother poked around in there enough when she was installing it that it won’t feel much ever again.”

“Then your actual nerve past the cybernetic and into your brain is fine, its just a couple of cones tryin’ to be data transmitters.” She poked at something else and made a small noise of triumph. “I’ll have it replaced, shouldn’t be hard. I think I made a couple extras when I was up all night last week.” The foreceps went back to the table and her face reappeared in his line of sight, beaming. “Your whole business is just as busted, but it’s no worse than when you came the first time. Matter of fact, some of the burns from when your eye wasn’t cooled properly have healed pretty well, like they weren’t even there.”

“Oh,” Trinity responded, pleasantly surprised. “Yes, I tried to do some first aid to keep it from scarring the way my leg did when I used to charge my taser externally.” He didn’t meet her eyes, even though he’d only done it a half dozen times, and all long before he’d met her. The second reminder of his own carelessness with his remaining nerves made him feel a bit guilty for sniping at her about her own. “I took the eye out when I could, used some burn creams and medigel, that kind of thing. Anyway, I’m glad to hear that there’s nothing wrong with the organic nerves.”

“Yep, if nerves had feelin’s they’d be happy as hell. Strong impulses, not too much overtime. Whatever took ‘em out the first time, you’re recoverin’ pretty well given that you lost your whole ass eye.” She returned to her computers, hands flying deftly across the keys and screens as she looked for more anomalies.

“Well, it’s been a couple years at this point. I let it degrade for a while before I sought out your mom, but… it’s good to hear that damage didn’t last.” At least those nerves had recovered. Others hadn’t, but that was going to be the subject of his research for the next few days. Despite what he’d seen earlier when Azzy had been working on her own cybernetics, he trusted her implicitly with his. If anyone could fix his problem, she could.

“It makes sense, the brain doesn’t like leavin’ things so close to it busted. Optic nerve is pretty close.” Her tongue poked out at the corner of her mouth and she squinted at her screen. “....Hey, want a wider zoom on your sensor?”

“Why not? Whatever you think, I trust your judgement.” He leaned back slightly, relaxing, and let her work. She stood quietly for some minutes, occasionally humming a quiet tune that was almost familiar.

Eventually, she was satisfied with her work. She unhooked his eye from its wires, passing him the jar. “There you go, go ahead ‘n smack that back into its place and you’re all set. Recalibrated it’s temperature sensin’ and the coolin’ system to be a little more sensitive to ambient heat. Don’t go swimmin’ in super cold water, though. Might be a little too ambient for it for now.” She had that same smug look she always did when she was done doing maintenance, eyes bright.

“Of course. Thanks, doc.” He said the last bit with a slight smirk, and popped the eye back into place. It rolled around for a few seconds before settling. “See you at the next event?”

“Only if that guy with the braid’s there, I hear he’s kinda fun.” She took her gloves off and waved him off the table. “Get outta here, I gotta reset my arm.”

“Alright.” He stood, a quick pat on her non-injured shoulder his goodbye. “Be careful of that wound. I bandaged it so well, it would be a shame if you messed up my handiwork.”

“I have three doctorates, of course I’m gonna mess it up.” She gave him a quick pat as well, her smile genuine. “I’ll go easy on it. Bean’ll take you back, careful none of my scary vigilante’s eat ya on the way out.” The small bot hovered over his shoulder, beeping a hello tune.

He grinned, and nodded. “I’ll try to steer clear. Let’s go, Bean.” He followed the little bot from the lab, with one last wave towards Azzy, not looking back. She heaved a sigh and grabbed a wire, connecting it to one of her ports once the door closed behind him. She had a limb to test and reset.

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knybits · 5 years

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- ̗̀ peonies, white roses and camellias ̖́-

HERES PART TWO!! hope you guys enjoy!!

Part One || Part Two

Akiko is pissed that Giyuu stole her spot.

“Hey. Move. I want to look out the window,” Akiko glares up at Giyuu, but he remains unbothered.

So she looks at his eyes, then follows to where he’s looking at.

And now she’s glued to the store window by Giyuu’s side.

“What the hell’re you guys starin at this time,” Sanemi snaps at his idiotic co-workers.

“Art.”

“Fuck that supposed to mean.”

“Art.”

Chiyo wipes some sweat off her brow, huffing with slight exhaustion as she sets the box down. Miyuki looks over with a smile.

“Kidding! Move the box to the right again?”

“I’ve had to move this box six times already, so what the hell are you aiming at?”

Miyuki looks across the window to see the three tattoo artists staring at Chiyo. Or, more specifically, her arms.

The three nod to themselves, finally finding something to agree on.

“Art.”

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Akiko’s heart goes into overdrive at least three times a week.

Why?

Tanjirou walks in just to say ‘hi’ to her.

The bell chimes and Akiko quickly looks up with bright eyes, only to see that Sanemi has come back from the flower shop with another small batch of flowers in his hands.

“Oh. It’s just you.”

“Y’know? You really piss me the fuck off sometimes,” he growls out, swapping the flowers out from the counter and disposing of the old flowers.

Akiko looks back down at her client, resuming her work before piping up, “So? How was your weekly visit? Have you hit on that girl yet?”

Sanemi begins to sputter out protests, but he doesn’t yell at Akiko like she expects he would. So she smiles down at her work.

“You’re so whipped already…”

“I HEARD THAT!”

Nevermind, he’s back to yelling.

---

“I’m gonna do it.”

“Do what?”

“Science.”

Miyuki looks at Chiyo oddly, wiping her hands on her apron as Chiyo looks at the new shipment of roses.

It takes a second to click in Miyuki’s head, but once it does she stares wide eyed at Chiyo.

“Are you gonna cross breed them?”

She doesn’t get an answer, Chiyo’s mind tunnel visioning on the roses that she’s gathered into her arms and brings to the front of the store, a few roses left behind.

“You know, you can always just text Giyuu to go out for some coffee!” Miyuki calls out, waving her phone into the air. Chiyo stops in her tracks.

“How the hell am I supposed to slide into his DM’s?”

“Just… Just ask him for his number…”

There’s silence, and Chiyo breaks it with a loud laugh.

“Ask for his number- what year were you even born?”

“HEY! We’re the same age!!”

Miyuki’s phone suddenly goes off, and she glances down at the text before smiling.

“Cool! Giyuu and I are hangin out after work!”

“HAND ME THE PHONE OR DIE!”

---

Tanjirou’s daily way of life consists of working at the flower shop and staring at Akiko from the store’s big windows. Her workstation is right in front of the window like some sort of high school anime protagonist, but it allows for Tanjirou to see her work diligently.

And she dazes off from her spot by the window too, often times looking up at the clouds or scrolling through her phone. And whenever she catches him staring at her, he quickly turns back to over watering the flowers.

Even Chiyo and Miyuki have caught him a number of occasions, and they now tease him relentlessly for it.

“I’ll be taking my break now!” Tanjirou says, hanging his apron on a spare hook before quickly trying to escape through the front entrance.

“Are you going over to the tattoo parlor?” Chiyo wonders aloud, and Tanjirou freezes in his tracks.

“N- No? I’m uhh… Getting a coffee!!”

He runs out, barely hearing Miyuki call out, “Make sure you get Akiko one too!”

The two girls laugh when they see Tanjirou’s red ears and they get back to work when new customers walk in.

The next time the bell chimes, Akiko is happy to see that it isn’t Sanemi or Giyuu, but rather Tanjirou. She finds herself smiling giddily, then quickly directs her attention back down to her client while attempting to hide her happiness.

“Hey kid,” Sanemi calls out, and Tanjirou jumps a bit.

“You need something?”

Tanjirou stares at the cup in his hand before setting it down on the counter, “Ah, if Akiko is too busy, just give this to her later if you can.” He smiles, and he’s about to zoom out of the door in fear of Sanemi, but he stops himself.

Then, with all the courage in his soul, he turns around and shuffles close to Sanemi, beckoning him closer to whisper his question.

“Do you… Do you know Akiko’s favorite type of flowers?”

Sanemi cocks a brow, “How the hell am I supposed to know that-”

“Camellias.”

Two heads whip to Giyuu, who has just finished up with his client. He probably overheard them when he turned his tattoo gun off, and he peels his plastic gloves off.

“She likes camellias.”

Tanjirou smiles as bright as the sun, overwhelmed with joy, and he speaks up to say, “Chiyo likes peonies and Miyuki likes white flowers!” And with that quick bit of information, Tanjirou skips out of the store and back to the flower shop.

---

“Just to let you know… purple roses mean love at first sight and true love.”

Giyuu looks over at Miyuki, the two oddly close as friends. She’s laying on her bed and he sits on the floor, the two scrolling through their phones and enjoying each other’s presence.

“Why do I need to know that?”

Miyuki rolls over onto her stomach, flashing Giyuu a cheeky smile, “Just cuz!”

He sighs at her odd behavior, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose once again before turning back down to his phone. When he doesn’t hear Miyuki move or say anything, he turns back around, in no way used to her silent nature.

Giyuu finds her staring at his right ear, and he tilts his head in confusion.

“What?”

“You have a piercing.”

He reaches up to touch the helix piercing, fiddling with the ring and reminded that he does in fact have a piercing.

“Oh my god, Chiyo will eat that shit up!”

Giyuu sputters in embarrassment, face turning red before he shoots back, “Sanemi has one too.”

Now it’s Miyuki’s turn to burst into a fit of red, and the two end their conversation there.

---

“Oh, this?” Akiko touches her helix ring before taking another sip of the coffee Tanjirou has brought her.

She tucks a lock of her hair behind her ear, showing the piercing off for the world to see before shrugging.

“Giyuu, Sanemi and I have matching piercings,” she says nonchalantly, but Tanjirou’s jaw drops.

“But don’t you guys hate each other?”

“We were drunk.”

“Makes sense- wait how old are you?”

Akiko hums under her breath, taking another quick sip before saying, “Nineteen?”

Tanjirou is happy to know that they’re the same age, but he backtracks and frowns at her answer.

“Aren’t you underage then?”

“Yeah, but we were celebrating Giyuu’s 21st birthday. Sanemi bullied him into buying alcohol for us.”

Tanjirou continues to frown at which Akiko smiles teasingly, claiming that that occasion was the only time she’s ever had alcohol, and that she hasn’t had any since then. Tanjirou can only sigh, gently taking her hand into his and asking her to promise that she won’t drink till she’s legal.

Somehow, despite being a stuttering mess, she promises, and the two keep their fingers intertwined for the rest of the time Tanjirou stays.

---

“Today?”

“Today.”

Miyuki and Chiyo look at the purple roses with pride, and Chiyo wipes some imaginary sweat off her brow.

Lo and behold, Chiyo has achieved the perfect crossbreed of purple flowers. They’re finally in full bloom, and Chiyo has just wrapped them up nicely in some wrapping paper. There’s an elaborate bow she’s tied on too, something she’s especially good at.

“Do you think he’ll like it?” Chiyo mutters, suddenly growing worried. Giyuu isn’t one to show his emotions, and Chiyo barely catches his rare blushes. She can only hope that her first batch of crossbred roses will be to his liking.

Tanjirou pops into the room, a smile on his face, “I’m sure he’ll love it!”

That’s when the two girls notice the small batch of camellias in his hand, differently assorted with pinks and white and reds, and some white with pink or red tips.

“Are you-”

“Confessing to Akiko?” Miyuki finishes for Chiyo, and Tanjirou blushes before reaching up to scratch the back of his neck.

“Uh, yeah! We just got the new shipment of camellias, so I thought now would be the best time…”

Chiyo’s eye twitches.

“Tanjirou, no offense, but it’s my day to shine. I poured my blood sweat and tears into this shit,” Chiyo points at her purple roses, and Miyuki runs off into the store.

“Can’t we both give them flowers?”

“Not to be petty but I want to be first.”

“Not if I’m first!” Miyuki pops up with some white roses, and Chiyo nearly slams her face through the wall.

“Miyu, those are your favorite flowers!”

“LET ME FEEL INVOLVED, OKAY?!”

“Wait where’s Tanjirou.”

The two girls snap their heads to the front door, where Tanjirou is quietly trying to sneak out. When he sees that he’s been caught, he tries to make a break for it, and all of a sudden he sees two pairs of glowing red eyes zoom towards him.

Akiko, Giyuu and Sanemi stop ignoring each other to glance up from their phones, wondering where the screaming and yelling is coming from. That’s when their door is broken down, and the three florists from across the street fall in.

“SANEMI THESE AR-”

“WAIT ME FIRST GOD DAMMIT-”

“You guys I can’t breath-”

“Time out!” Akiko yells loud enough for everyone to stop. She lets out a tired sigh, hand on her forehead.

“Can this be solved by rock paper scissors?” The youngest of all six asks, and the three fighting on the floor slowly nod their heads.

So they comply to the resident baby, gathering their flowers and hiding them behind their backs (thought it’s no surprise anymore.)

“Rock, paper scissor-”

“Wait do we shoot on shoot or scissors.”

“Shoot.”

“Alright cool. No cheating.”

“I don’t need to cheat to win.”

“That’s not how rock paper scissor works.”

“JUST PLAY THE DAMN GAME!”

The three jump in fright before quickly yelling ‘rock paper scissor shoot!’ and dealing out whatever is on their minds. Akiko releases another sigh when Chiyo yells in victory, extremely pleased over her simple win.

Tanjirou gives Akiko an apologetic smile when he loses again, and Miyuki is willing to accept second.

All of a sudden, Chiyo doesn’t really want to go first. She’s gripping her purple roses from behind her back and she can feel her hands sweat a bit. But for all Giyuu knows or cares, she’s just giving him a bouquet of flowers.

So she shoves the flowers into his arms, a blush on her face as she says, “I crossbred these for you!!”

Giyuu stares blankly at the flowers in his hands. They’re fragrant, more so than the flowers that are normally left on the counter, but he can’t even bring himself to take a quick whiff out of curiosity.

How should I say this.

Giyuu.exe has stopped working.

Chiyo stares at his blank expression and dread slowly begins to fill up within her, a pressure wrapping itself around her throat tight enough to make her feel like she’s being choked by vines.

“You good…? Do you not like my flowers…?”

“Does Chiyo know?” Miyuki whispers to Tanjirou.

“She doesn’t know.”

Giyuu blinks once.

Purple roses mean love at first sight and first love.

As if reliving the day he first met Chiyo, his face bursts into a fit of red.

He’s fallen in love all over again.

Sanemi rolls his eyes at the two awkward, possibly new, couple(?) before he makes a move to split the two up. But Akiko yanks him by the back of his collar, effectively choking him, and she turns her hard ass co-worker into Miyuki’s direction.

“Take it away, Miyuki,” Akiko gestures, and Miyuki’s already pink dusted nose deepens in shade.

Akiko can see both Miyuki and Sanemi look nervous. She doesn’t know why Sanemi is in any way nervous, considering Miyuki is the one that’s about to do all the leg work here.

“So… What flowers did you get me,” he demands an answer, and the bouquet of white roses is chucked into his face.

Akiko sighs at the two as they quickly start to bicker, Sanemi spitting out a rose petal and asking why the hell she threw the bouquet for, and Miyuki yelling at him to be a bit nicer.

“AND WHAT’S WITH THE WHITE ROSES?! AREN’T THESE YOUR FAVORITE FLOWERS?!”

“YOU’RE NOT ALLOWED TO CALL ME OUT ON MY BULLSHIT!”

Miyuki blinks, reeling at some sudden information before holding an incredulous look on her face.

“How and why do you know that?” She interrogates him, and he’s fuming, suddenly grabbing her shoulders and yelling:

“BECAUSE I LIKE YOU!!”

God he’s so whipped for her.

Now no one is talking.

Sanemi is panting from yelling so much but Miyuki looks like she’s not breathing at all. Akiko almost calls the ambulance out of pure fear (that, and she doesn’t want a lawsuit on her hands).

He knocks on her forehead with the back of his hand, “Hey, you still alive in there? Y’know I just confessed my shitty feelings for yo- OMF!”

Miyuki jumps into his arms, the roses flying everywhere and scattering onto the floor.

“HeY- GET OFF! YOU’RE JUST TRYING TO TOUCH MY ABS!”

“SO WHAT IF I AM?!”

The two revert back to their bickering, going back and forth between each other but this time with Sanemi wrapping his arms around Miyuki’s waist, a light blush dusting their cheeks.

“Is… Is it my turn?” Tanjirou continues to stares at the other adults in the room. Two of which just,,, aren’t talking. And the other two of which are talking a bit too much.

He decides to start, blushing before producing a small batch of camellias from behind his back. Akiko blinks in surprise at the display, thrown off from her usual level headed demeanor and quickly sporting a blush of her own.

“Anyway, these are for you! Giyuu told me your favorites are camellias.” Akiko carefully takes the batch into her hands, handling them like she would a newborn. She faces down, attempting to cover the blush on her face with her bangs as she quickly mutters her thanks.

He then plucks a flower from the small bouquet, only to carefully tuck it behind Akiko’s ear for the world to see her helix.

“There! Now I can see your face a lot better!”

Tanjirou, as per usual, smiles as brightly as the sun, and Akiko’s eyes reflect his soft rays.

just to make this very clear, PLEASE DONT DRINK UNDER AGE!! shit guys sorry akiko is such a bad influence rip

but if youve read this far,,, THANKS FOR READING SUCH A LONG AU!! it took me a while to write, so i really appreciate it!

writing this was fun and thats mainly thanks to the fact that we would come up with so many stupid ideas for these fools, and it fed me to actually complete this behemoth of an au

so anyways, akiko is my oc, chiyo is @thunderandrainclouds‘s oc, and miyuki is @kny-writings‘s oc!! check out their solid content!!! youll definitely have a fun time :)

#machute #holy shit its finally done #my brain #FRIED #kny #kimetsu no yaiba #tanjiro #tanjirou #sanemi #giyuu #tamura akiko #himi miyuki #takenaka chiyo #chiyuu #sanemiyu #taniko

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word count: 3,220 characters: Eoforwine, Claus extra notes: no warnings apply. epilogue to Three’s a Crowd w/ the illustrious @antcmbra uwu

Christ, that kid is a handful.

He loves Claus. He keeps repeating that in his head, over and over. He loves Claus, he really does. It’s why he’s still giving Claus a chance, why he still wants to talk to him now. That connection cannot be broken so easily, though he’s more than certain that Claus wants to run off and never see For again if that allowed him to hide from his problems. That doesn’t solve shit-- just makes it worse, and avoids any possibility of ever making it better.

Though, at this point, For has his doubt if things can be properly fixed. The best they could shoot for would be for Claus to accept that Compass isn’t the villain here, and allow them to stay separated from each other. As unemotional as Compass was, For knew that what had happened bothered him. Who wouldn’t be bothered, frankly? For was a mix of emotions; angry, sad, disappointed...

Claus can do better. He knows he can. It’s just a matter of getting Claus to see it differently. But For isn’t sure how much hope there is; nonetheless, he’s going to talk Claus through this one way or another. There was no way he could slip by this conflict after the way he acted. All For could hope for was the best-- that Claus would listen to him at all and try to correct his mistakes somehow.

For is cleaning up the bowls of soup from the table when he hears his front door open and close softly. He turns to see the ginger standing there, looking humiliated and miserable, his eye red and puffy from crying. He looks like such a mess... but seeing him so distraught gives For enough sympathy to not be completely angry with Claus, though he knows he can’t go easy on the ginger in this moment.

Claus offers the cup out to For, and he accepts it and places it back on the table. For steps forward to pull Claus into a hug. The ginger relaxes into it, holding onto For tightly.

“Do you hate me?” Claus asks, his voice muffled and shaken.

“No, of course not...” Sigh. “But you know you fucked up, right?”

“...yeah.”

For lets go of the young man, though Claus seems reluctant to let him go. He looks so ashamed, he can’t seem to maintain eye contact with For at all. The ginger stares down to the floorboards, tense and awkward. For thinks it over, then starts, “Tell me what you think you did wrong.”

“I- I... I freaked out.”

“Okay. Anything else?”

“...I dunno...”

Well, that’s something, at least, even if it isn’t much. For just needs to understand what Claus thought happened first before he gets into anything he needs to say. He raises his eyebrows, but shrugs off the simple response. “All right. Why’s it bad you freaked out?”

“Because, um... it made Compass upset and he left...” Claus looks towards For as if expecting him to say something before he continues on. “...an' you wanted him here, so...”

“Are you sorry you did it? Don’t say yes if you don’t mean it. I just wanna know.” Claus appears to struggle with that question. He seems to search for the answer in his head, reluctant to say anything at all. For waits for a moment, then adds, “Would you have been sorry if it wasn’t ‘cause of me? If it was just between you and Compass and you upset him like you did today, would you have been sorry?”

Another slight hesitation from Claus. “I dunno,” is his eventual answers. For stares, and the discomfort in Claus’ face sets in. “I- I mean, I pro’ly would be sorry--”

“Claus, I don’t see the point in you tryin’ to tell me what you think I wanna hear. I wanna know if you would be or not, and honestly, I don’t think you would have been if there hadn’t been a personal consequence for you.” Claus moves to argue-- For could see him start to get defensive as he’d been speaking, but he raises a hand to indicate that he wasn’t done speaking. “You know what the point of me askin’ you these questions is? It’s ‘cause I legitimately wanna know what you think went wrong here. I know you know you fucked up, but I honestly dunno what you think was legitimately wrong. Here’s another question: what would you have done differently if you had the chance?”

Claus doesn’t want to answer that, he wants to argue, and For knows that, but he’s going to be directing this conversation whether the ginger likes it or not. As stubborn as he is, the kid settles on an answer. “I guess I wouldn’t’a said anythin’ ta Compass at all. He was awready gon' leave ‘cause a’ me. But you still would’a been mad at me--”

“Don’t direct this back at me. I wouldn’t have been mad. I would have been disappointed Compass left, but it was kind of inevitable that he was gonna do it. It was just bad timing, but that’s not your fault and it wasn’t his, either. But yeah, you’re right, you shouldn’t have said anything when you came in. Compass was gonna leave without any trouble, dude. That was all you.”

“I know--”

“I’m not finished. And because you decided to not think things through and start a fight with somebody who obviously didn’t want it, you made a little problem into a big one, kiddo. You know, Compass told me he probably won’t come by anymore at all. And honestly, I get the impression he probably won’t bother with anybody else you’re hangin’ around anymore-- Lucas, I’m guessin’? So, in some ways, I think you got what you wanted, but nobody else does.”

“That’s not what I wanted,” is Claus’ quiet, resentful reply, though For doubts that. His tone makes it sound like he didn’t mean it. Frankly, with how aggressive Claus has proven himself to be with Compass, there’s no way that Claus isn’t pleased by this. That response to the chimera’s mere presence here indicates a whole lot of jealousy, too.

And that had to be a big part of it-- him being jealous that For and Compass get along. He recalls Claus freaking out at the mention of Compass encouraging For to reach out to Claus, so For is sure Claus must be convinced that Compass was poisoning For somehow, or something. He has no clue how to help Claus understand that Compass isn’t a threat to him, not a threat to For, or their relationship, either.

That’s really what’s difficult with this conversation. For can’t figure out how to explain to him why this whole thing was fucked up in a way that Claus can accept. Claus clearly understands that he made some kind of mistake, but how deeply he understands it, For has no idea-- it doesn’t appear like he fully grasps it so far. That’s a frustration, but he has to keep calm when talking to someone as emotionally volatile as Claus is.

Maybe it isn’t fair to accuse Claus of being glad for Compass’ decision, but Claus certainly hasn’t made any indication that he was sorry it happened. “What’s the ideal for you with Compass? What’d make you happy when it comes to him spendin’ time with me or somebody else you know? You clearly don’t want him to be around me.” Silence. “Compass not wantin’ to be around me anymore because of me knowin’ you must be exactly what you wanted, but it doesn’t feel good, huh? Do you feel any better than you did earlier?”

Claus’ mouth is a tight, thin-lipped frown and his gaze remains squarely away from For, arms tightly crossed. “No. I guess I ain’t fuckin’ happy about it, but only ‘cause you still fuckin’ like Compass for some reason.” A snort of laughter from For, and Claus shoots him a dirty look. “What?”

“Kid, come on. What’s the big problem with Compass, huh? What did he ever do to you?”

“Well-- I-- he-- he threatened me!”

For raises his eyebrows. “He threatened you? Over what?”

“We- Well, it wudn’t exactly him that did it--” Yeah, of course not, because Compass doesn’t seem like the threatening type-- “but you met that Colonel fucker before too, right?” For nods. “Okay, well, he threatened me ‘n’ my family if I didn’t stay outta his way. Compass ain’t say shit about it, but it ain’t like he’s the innocent one here. Those two are fuckin’ trouble, For, I’m tellin’ ya.”

Well, if Toffee threatened Claus, he could understand the ginger being a bit wary, but that still had absolutely nothing to do with Compass himself. He has no control over what the Colonel chooses to do, he’s sure. What annoys him about this is the fact that Claus started out with a lie; this wasn’t Compass’ doing, but Claus managed to make it so in his head. For just can’t see Compass being a real threat unless necessary. He’s clearly a lot more level-headed than Claus ever was as Commander.

“I mean, you can think that all you want, but I don’t think Compass is the enemy here, dude. He’s a Commander, you think he has any say if what people like Toffee do? Nah, man. Honestly, I don’t get why you guys don’t get along. You get what it’s like to be Commander, right? You went through it too-- and I’m guessin’ Compass didn’t fucking volunteer for this position. Why hate somebody who, like you, probably doesn’t have any control over what his life is like?”

“I don’t like him because he reminds me a’ that, For!” Claus screams. “I get it, that makes me a bad fuckin’ person! Me ‘n’ Lucas awready went over this shit before, because he just loves Compass so fuckin’ much. I hate him, and I’m not gonna change just ‘cause I pro’ly should! I don’t wanna, so I fuckin’ won’t! I don’t care if he seems like he ain’t trouble, he clearly fuckin’ is! You think those two dickheads are here for no fuckin’ reason? Obviously, they’re here to do somethin’ fucked up, and I’m tired a’ people defendin’ Compass ‘cause they think that he didn’t do nothin’! We don’t know that! Why am I the crazy one fer pointin’ out that these people are fuckin’ shady? They are! They’re Pigmasks! You think they’re here ta make friends with sorry fucks like us?”

By the time that tirade is finished, Claus is panting from the screaming. Jesus, his ears are ringing now... that kid has a strong set of lungs on him, that’s for sure. He’s so frustrated by all of this, and For has no clue how to address any of it. Claus must feel like nobody’s been listening to him, and that’s probably true. Lucas has likely been giving Compass a fair chance, and with For doing the same... Claus really thinks it’s him against the world, huh?

Maybe it is, in some ways, if he’s butting heads this hard with people in his life over Compass. For doesn’t want to be at odds with Claus here. He likes both of these kids, and sacrificing one for the other is shitty. And he wants Claus to know he’s heard, at the very least-- he’s starting to understand where the kid is coming from now, as misguided as he still feels that it is.

Compass is probably just another kidnapped kid like Claus. He could use somebody like Claus, but it looks like that isn’t happening. Their relationship is absolutely irreparable. Compass was right to stay away... all For can think of is to keep those two separated as much as physically possible, and with the Commander promising to keep away, it’s unlikely the two chimeras will see each other again unless one goes looking for the other.

For doesn’t give an immediate response to that verbal onslaught he was just subjected to, just letting the silence settle between the two for a long moment so he can formulate a good response. That’s clearly not what Claus wants, though, because he ends up screaming back at For, “What? Y’ain’t got nothin’ to say? Don’t just fuckin’ look at me!”

For squeezes his eyes shut tightly for a second before opening them again. This yelling is starting to make his head hurt. “I’m just thinking, Claus,” is his cool response. “Okay. Yeah, I hear you. I was suspicious of those two when I first met them, too. It’s probably likely they’re trying to pull somethin’, but we can’t be makin’ wild assumptions when we don’t know anything. That’s dangerous, and frankly, I think it’s good that Compass has been talkin’ to me and Lucas-- here’s why.

“Just based on my experience with you as Commander, I don’t think Compass would bother if he didn’t care about the people he was talking to on some level. He had no reason to come out and see me other than because he wanted to. He has no reason to talk to Lucas other than because he wants to. If you wanna know what I seriously think, I think it’s good that Compass has exposure to people that ain’t Pigmasks. Being around only them, only being used to livin’ for what purpose you serve to Porky or whatever, it ain’t good. It ain’t healthy.

“That kid needs it. He’s gonna snap out of it one day. It wasn’t like he was born like that, Claus. He doesn’t need to be mistreated by people who should understand exactly what kind of trauma that shit gives you. I don’t expect you to be nice to him. I don’t want you to be around him at all, because it’s clearly fucking with you, and it’s fucking with him, too. But you can’t keep meddlin’ like this when you don’t know what’s coming. Compass being on good terms with me or Lucas or whoever else might end up helpin’ us in the end if this all ends up going to shit. Besides... I’m pretty sure it isn’t all because they’re not trustworthy to you. I think you’re jealous.”

“I am not,” Claus insists, though luckily not screaming his objection this time. “But you know, it really fuckin’ sucks when everybody you know seems ta like somebody like him more than you.”

“So you are jealous. That’s what that is! You think you’re being replaced, and you’re not. I wouldn’t be standin’ here talkin’ to you if I didn’t give a fuck about you anymore. If I hated you, I’d have told you to get the hell off of my fucking property, dude. But it’s hard to side with you when you’re havin’ a complete meltdown about seeing somebody you hate in the same room as you. I know it’s hard to control your emotions, but it’s badly hurtin’ you, and it’s hurting other people now, too. I’m telling you, this isn’t going to end well if you can’t figure out how to start controlling your emotions. And I know you know that, but I’m just gettin’ a really bad feeling about all of this, Claus. A really bad feeling. You could get really hurt, you could get other people hurt, and lots of other things too.”

Here come the tears again, though he can still tell that Claus is angry. “You think I don’t know that?” Claus’ voice is strained by barely restrained emotions. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me, okay? I’m sorry I’m like this, but there ain’t nothin’ I can do about it. I’ve been tryin’ and tryin’ but I can’t do it. I’m still the same... fffuckin’ person I’ve always been.”

“Now, I don’t believe that. Look, I missed a whole lot of shit these past few years, but there’s no way that you haven’t grown and gotten better as a person. Honestly, I don’t think you’d be alive if you hadn’t changed.” For reaches out a hand to touch Claus’ shoulder, but he pushes it away with a “Don’t--” and steps back to press his back against the wall. Okay, no more touching, got it. “Claus, I know you can do it. I’ll help you, okay? You already got the first step, and that’s knowing that what you’re doing now is wrong. That’s good. That’s something.”

Claus doesn’t appear reassured by that. He slides down to sit on the floor, holding his head in his hands. “I always make promises to do better and then I never do it. I can’t do it,” he whimpers.

For sighs softly under his breath, and takes a seat on the floor across from Claus. “You’re not gonna get things right on the first try, or the first few tries. I think you’re defeatin’ yourself by feelin’ like you’ll fail before you even start. It’s just a cycle of self-pity, and it’s not gonna help anyone, least of all you. Take responsibility for what you do, and try to learn from them. Try to learn from what happened today, because you know it was fucked up. There’s no reason you can’t be civil towards Compass, but I doubt you’ll see him again anyways. But Compass isn’t your enemy. In fact, I think the only reason why he is your enemy is because you’re projecting a lot of bad feelings about what you did as Commander.”

Claus curls more into himself, holding his knees as he buries his head in them. “I’m not...”

“...okay. That’s just what I think, personally. I know you have your own reasons for it.”

...they’re hitting a wall now. For can tell that Claus is starting to get too overwhelmed to discuss this properly. He knew he’d upset the ex-Commander with this, but it’s starting to feel like he needs to call it quits so Claus can calm down, go home, and reconsider the events of today. For honestly has no clue if Claus has learned anything from this talk at all, but he hopes it sits with him. They need to discuss it more, but they’ll have to save it for another day.

For stands, and Claus uncurls from himself to see what the man is doing. “I think you should head home now, Claus. I think we’ve both had enough for today.”

Claus nods and then stands, already heading for the door.

“Hey, I’m not finished with what I’m sayin’, kid. Turn around.” Reluctantly so, the ginger obeys. “...I love you, all right? I want you to come back whenever you’re feeling up to it, but just know we still have shit to talk about. Just... don’t be afraid of being here, don’t be afraid of discussion, and don’t be afraid of me. I just wanna see you get better, and I wanna be a part of that.”

Claus wipes his tears before he nods again. “Okay... sorry.”

“It’s all right.”

For watches at the boy opens the door and heads out. He stands in the doorway, and for a moment, Claus turns back to look towards him, and For waves goodbye. He stands there until he can’t see him anymore at all, then slowly shuts the door behind him.

What a fucking day.

#antcmbra #Swine's Friend [PT]#New File [THREE'S A CROWD]#Kid Commander [CLAUS]#A Flash of Memory [DRABBLES]

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badwolf-in-the-impala · 5 years

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~Where the Wild Rose Grow~

~Chapter 7~

((Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6))

Image Credit: Myself, none of the pictures are mine obviously. Just the editing

Inspiration: Colors - Halsey

Pairings: Tommy Shelby x Original Female Character

Rating: Mature/18+

Warnings: PTSD, Drug use, Alcohol use, mentioned physical/sexual abuse, violence, angst, sexual content.

Chapter Warnings: Drinking, fluff, little bit of angst.

Word Count: 4,723

A/N: Sorry I suck and haven’t updated this story in like...forever. I seriously fail at trying to get my shit together so I can finishes these fics...please don’t hate me lol.

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When Althea awoke the following morning Tommy had already gone. Leaving behind in his place a very cryptic note scrawled in that immaculate handwriting of his. He apologized for his absence but he had business elsewhere that morning that needed attending to; but that she was welcome to stay as long as she liked. Even offering her the day off if she wasn’t feeling up to it.

Althea heaved a small sigh as she placed piece of paper on the nightstand and pushed the covers back; sitting up as she swung her legs over the edge of the bed. With a small stretch, she turned her head to glance out the window, noting that the sun was actually shining for once; a rare occasion. Her eyes widened slowly as realization suddenly struck her at how late she had actually slept as she noticed just how high the sun had risen.

Climbing off the bed she padded her way across the cold, hardwood floor, as she approached the large clock that sat atop the mantel above the fire. Checking and then double checking to make sure it was working properly when she saw that the time was well past eight in the morning.

Most days, since returning home from the War, she didn’t sleep any later than four in the morning, so this was an unusual occurrence indeed. But she didn’t have the time to dwell for long on the issue before a loud knock at the door grabbed her attention, instantly putting her on edge.

“It’s jus’ me!” A woman’s voice chirped cheerily, followed by a short pause, then by a few choice profanities as she chastised herself before adding, “I mean, it’s Ada!” Althea chuckled softly, the slip up helping to ease some of the tension as she crossed the room and opened the door slowly.

“Good morning!” Ada beamed brightly as she waltzed into the room, passed Althea, to the table where she set the tray she had been carrying and few other items in her arms down before turning around with a smile.

“Um, morning?” Althea turned with a quizzical expression as she allowed the door to fall shut behind her, eyeing the items Ada had brought with her, curiously.

“I didn’ wake you, did I?” Ada apologized quickly as she turned back to the tray and began pouring them each a cup of tea, offering Althea one of the cups once she had finished. “Thomas asked if I’d bring some things by.”

“No, it’s quite alright.” Althea replied, taking a quick sip from her cup before finishing, “I was already up.”

“Oh good.” Ada breathed a sigh of relief before taking her own sip of tea and returned the cup to the table. She then gestured for Althea to have a seat as she began pulling out a collection of fresh medical supplies to change the bandage on Althea’s arm. “Heard you had quite the afternoon yesterday?”

“Suppose I did.” Althea gave a soft laugh, watching as Ada rolled back the sleeve and began slowly undoing the bandage from Althea’s left forearm.

“Christ!” Ada breathed, eyes widening as she stared at the neatly sutured wound. “How are’ye not in pain?!” Althea simply shrugged in reply, taking a sip from her tea, as Ada gently began to clean around the wound again before applying more salve and redressing it with a fresh bandage.

“I’ve suffered worse.” Althea replied with a sad smile once Ada was through. Her hand instinctively drifting to her right shoulder for a brief moment; fingers probing tentatively at the scars that lie covered beneath Tommy’s shirt that she wore. “Anythin’ else pales in comparison, really.”

“I can’t even begin to imagine.” Ada stated softly as she tidied up the dirty bandages, disposing of them before returning to her seat to finish her tea. A comfortable silence fell over them as they listened to the bustling streets below, just outside the window.

“Oh! ‘Fore I forget,” Ada spoke suddenly, startling Althea as she jumped a little, startled by the suddenness of Ada’s voice, turning to watch as Tommy’s sister grab up a bag from the floor and pass it over; Althea taking it carefully. “Tommy had me grab ya some clean clothes from ye’re flat on my way over...I hope tha’s alright?”

“Of course.” Althea gave her a smile to reassure that she appreciated the kindness of the gesture. “Thank you, Ada.”

“Think nothin’ of it.” Ada replied sweetly. “An’ I was thinkin’, tha’ maybe if you weren’t busy, an’ needed a lil company today? Maybe we could do a bit of shoppin’, or visit the new Tea House tha’ jus’ opened? Doesn’ have to be anythin’ fancy … I mean, it would be a nice change from hangin’ aroun’ with Aunt Pol.” She chuckled nervously. “But obviously, it’s one hundred percent up to you.

Althea thought about it for a moment, considering the offer carefully as she finished her own cup of tea. On one hand, she probably should get some work done today; spend some time at the stables at the very least...But Tommy had offered her the day off, and it had been a great deal of years since she had actually spent time with another woman. At least doing anything that didn’t involve the tending of wounded soldiers, that it is.

“On second thought, forget I said anythin’.” Ada started to dismiss the offer nervously when Althea stopped her, reaching across the table to rest a hand on her arm reassuringly as she gave the younger woman a smile.

“Tha’ sounds like a lovely idea.”

It was late, somewhere around 7 o’clock in the evening, before they were finally headed back for the Garrison. Tommy’s business having taken much longer than he originally intended when the day first started. But then again, making deals with Gypsies was never easy ‘business’, and now the entire day was all but wasted, along with any plans he had hoped to make that included Thea. Sighing heavily to himself as he drove, he could only hope at this point that she may have taken Ada up on her offer of spending the day together, out doing whatever it is women consider ‘fun’ these days.

He also couldn’t help it as his mind started to drift back to the previous night. Sharing his bed with the same woman in question; not intimately of course. But it had proven to be a welcome change of pace for him. One that he couldn’t help but long to repeat again, hopefully sometime in the near future.

While he still hadn’t managed to quite achieve a full night's sleep, it was for much different reasons. Better reasons, so to speak, and when he did finally manage to drift off, he did so peacefully into dreamlessness. No smoke, no whiskey, no sex...Just the genuine comfort of lying beside someone who understood his soul. Even if she wasn’t yet aware of it. Just being in her presence seemed to somehow seemed enough to put him at ease. But no matter how hard he tried to wrap his mind around it, he just couldn’t figure it out.

“Oi!” The sound of Arthur’s voice snapped Tommy from his thoughts. Glancing at his brother from the corner of his eye as he drove, acknowledging him with a soft ‘Hm?’, before turning his attention back to the road. “The fucks y’er head at, Tommy boy?”

“Nowhere.” Tommy replied bluntly.

“Lemme guess,” Arthur mused as he shifted in his seat, staring at Tommy intently, as he studied his brothers seemingly blank expression closely. “Thea?”

“Shut up, Arthur.” Tommy gave him a warning glare.

“So I am right?!”

“Drop it.” Tommy repeated.

“Aw, c’mon Tom. Ye gotta give me somethin’ta go on ‘ere. Did ya sleep wit-”

“I said’ta fuckin’ drop it.” Tommy snapped, cutting Arthur off in a harsh tone. “Now shut the fuck up ‘fore I kick ya outta the Goddamn car.”

“Christ, Tom, I’m fookin’ jokin’. Don’t go gettin’ y’er knickers in a knot.” Arthur huffed out, but as requested he dropped the subject. Leaving the last remaining half hour of their drive completely silent. Arthur all but a little too relieved as they pulled up outside of the Garrison finally.

“Let’s jus’ hope John boy ain’t wrecked the place, eh?” Arthur grumbled as they climbed out of Tommy’s automobile and began to approach the doors of the Pub; both pausing to exchange a confused look at the strange commotion that was coming from within. Something that sounded an awful lot like a chorus of singing.

“Wha’ in the bloody ‘ell--”

Tommy followed close behind as Arthur burst through the doors, shoving their way into the Pub a ways before stopping, stunned to find the place packed; more so than usual at least. Not a single empty seat to be found in the entire building as patrons gathered around, drinking, chatting, and singing. Something that seemed quite unusual indeed, and there at the center of the room, atop one of the tables, stood Althea; whiskey glass and cigarette in hand, the room suddenly falling silent as she began another song.

Her voice rising as the melody of ‘The Parting Glass’ began to fill the silence, the beauty of her voice quickly captivating the audience that stood before her, Tommy included. Completely enthralled as he leaned a shoulder against the wall beside him, his own words suddenly escaping him as he listened; though they flowed from Thea’s with such ease. Even despite how she swayed slightly, likely from a little to much drink.

They hadn’t had singing, of any kind, at the Garrison since the war, and normally Tommy would’ve put a stop to it right then and there. But as he stood, listening to the intoxicatingly beautiful sound of Thea’s voice, a sense of calmness washed over him. Leaving a strange warmth to settle in his chest, a foreign feeling not often felt by Thomas Shelby these days. Until he had met the woman standing before the entire room, that is.

The crowd was more than a little disappointed when Althea had finished her song -- Tommy included -- and announced that she was through for the evening before trying to climb down off the table. A look of surprise overtaking her soft features suddenly, as Tommy and Arthur suddenly appeared to offer her a hand down, her cheeks suddenly flushed red with embarrassment.

“Havin’ fun?” Tommy arched a brow as he started down at her, trying his best to hide the smirk that tugged at the corners of his lips. Althea cleared her throat awkwardly as she tucked her hair behind ear, before smoothing her hands down the front of her blouse, chasing away imaginary wrinkles as she gathered her composure.

“As a matter of fact-- I was.” Althea answered as she took her drink back from Arthur. Tommy chuckled and shifted as he said, “Usually we don’t allow singing in the bar anymore. ‘Least not since before the war.”

Althea turned down the corners of her mouth, puzzled and downed what remained of her whiskey. “Oh, really? Tha’s a shame. The men seemed to enjoy it.” She said, handing her empty glass back to Tommy, a sly grin creeping onto her lips as she turned and pushed her way back up to the bar where Ada stood, ordering another round of drinks.

“Aw, Christ, John boy!” Arthur shouted as they approached the bar. “Ye had one job!” All John could do at that point was throw his hands in the air with an exasperated look, as he tried to keep up with the flow of patrons demanding drinks.

“Eh, it’s n’ah his fault!” Ada hiccuped drunkenly as she rounded on Arthur. Althea reaching out to catch her by the arm as Ada lost her balance and nearly toppled over

“It’s really not.” Althea gave an amused laugh as she righted Ada, turning to grab their drinks with her left hand before guiding them back inside the safety of the private nook. “I, am unfortunately, the bad influence to blame ‘ere. We shoulda’ left hours ago.” Althea admitted sheepishly as she took a seat, carefully. The effects of all the alcohol they had consumed since being there, finally starting to catch up with her.

“Aunt Pol is gonna ‘ave y’er arse.” Arthur shook his head, but gave a laugh -- directed at Ada -- as he and Tommy took their own seats at the table. “How long ye been ‘ere?”

“Too fuckin’ long.” Althea and Ada answered in unison before dissolving into a fit of giggles. Tommy and Arthur shook their heads, but shared a chuckle of their own all the same as they joined in on the drinking; even if it didn’t last much longer. It eventually being decided upon that they should take Ada home, before she nodded off with her head on the table, and Aunt Pol skinned them all alive. Arthur agreeing to stay behind and help John finish up so that they could close and finish out what business needed to be handled at the Garrison -- after helping to get Ada into Tommy’s car. The group ignoring her drunken ramblings about being perfectly fine and not wanting to go home just yet.

And even though he would never admit it, Tommy would be lying if he said he wasn’t disappointed about having to call it a night so soon, as he had rather enjoyed getting to see this side of Althea. Seeing her out of her shell and so relaxed, was a welcome change from the more reserved facade she normally put on. Something Tommy knew all too well about. But the ride wasn’t a complete waste. While Ada sat in the back seat, nodding off in her drunken state, Althea sat close to Tommy, her head on his shoulder with her eyes closed. Every now and then, Tommy glanced down at her and smirked to himself. Before he could shift and put an arm around her, Ada suddenly came to life, making both Althea and Tommy jump, before Ada launched into more drunken ramblings with Althea. In between words, Thea and Tommy exchanged glances and secret smiles gone undetected by Ada. Althea still sat close to Tommy and after a while, Tommy shifted to slide his hand over her thigh, raising her skirt slightly. Her cheeks tinted pink, even more than they were already from being drunk, and she slowly slid her hand over his, slightly lacing their fingers together. Tommy smirked and glanced down at her.

As they pulled up to the house, Polly was waiting for them, arms crossed, cigarette lit, and pissed. Tommy and Althea, both, tried to explain, but Polly waved them both off and escorted Ada up to a room and got her settled, leaving Tommy and Althea alone downstairs.

“Could’ve gone worse…” Tommy chuckled softly as he turned his attention away from the stairs, crossing the living room to the whiskey decanter where he poured a glass and offered it to Thea, who graciously accepted. Taking a few sips before setting it aside as she watched him pour a glass second for himself.

“Aye…” Althea chuckled as she took a sip from her glass. “I pity poor Ada in the mornin’, though. If Pol doen’ smother her in her sleep first.”

“Ah, she’ll be fine.” Tommy shrugged with a smirk, his icy gaze drifting down to meet Althea’s, the room falling silent again as he leaned up against the table behind him. His gaze watching intently as Althea glanced away briefly, chewing her lip lightly as though she were suddenly lost in thought. A good minute or two had passed when Tommy finally set his glass down and moved to see if she was alright. His fingertips just barely grazing her shoulder as Thea turned, suddenly, and without warning; her lips crashing into his.

It was something that caught Tommy a little off guard at first, causing him to stumble backwards a few steps before regaining his balance, as he slipped an arm around her waist, keeping them steady, allowing his other hand to slide up and caress her cheek. His thumb stroking lazily against her cheek as he returned the kiss; lips moving gently in tandem with her own.

The kiss started out slow and soft, but quickly became more urgent and passion filled as Thea parted her lips, allowing Tommy the access he desired as he slipped his tongue into her mouth, moving it freely against her own as her hands reached up to grip the lapels of the trench coat he still wore; pulling him closer. Tommy’s own hands drifting down to grip her waist as she pressed herself against him, a soft moan escaping her throat. It quickly replaced by a low whimper of disapproval as Tommy broke the kiss, leading her upstairs quickly.

Once the door to his room was shut and locked behind them, Tommy’s lips were quick to reattach themselves to Thea’s, as her hands began to make quick work of removing him of his trench coat, blazer, and shirt. His own hands moving to hike up her shirt as he picked her up, hooking her legs around his waist as he backed her into the dresser that sat against the opposite wall, setting her atop it as he settled between her thighs. Tommy’s fingers drifting to the buttons of her blouse as he trailed his lips along her jaw and down her throat, settling over the sweet spot between her neck and collarbone as he sucked lightly on the sensitive skin, reaching a hand up to palm one of her breasts, through her brasserie as he finished undoing her blouse and pushed it open, earning a moan of approval from Althea as she tipped her head back. Tommy’s teeth grazed across her pulse point as her nails scraped over the finely shorn hairs at the base of his skull; tugging him closer. The action prompting Tommy to return his lips to Althea’s, deepening the kiss once more as he pushed the blouse from her shoulders, allowing the fabric to slip down her arms slowly before casting it aside. The tips of his fingers ghosting over her skin, as they trailed down her waist, hands settling on her hips as tugged her closer.

Thea’s own hands settled on either side of Tommy’s face gently, as she lost herself completely in the kiss they shared. A soft moan escaping her as a rush of pleasure pulsed through her veins, the same way a wildfire burns through a forest. The walls and defenses she worked so hard to keep up around herself on a daily basis, seeming to all but fade away. Tommy’s touch seeming to ground every bad thing that stirred inside of her; quieting the war inside of her mind, the same way it did his. She had spent so much of her time and effort trying to distance herself from her emotions...Starved from happiness, starved from feeling.

But there was something that woke, deep down inside of her, stirring slowly back to life with every small touch of Tommy’s hands against her bare skin. Reminiscent of how a Rose wakes from its slumber in Springtime; finally blooming after enduring a harsh and seemingly endless Winter. Flourishing once more under the warm caress of the Sun…

And it was Tommy’s touch that finally brought Althea out of her thoughts and back to the present situation, as his hand slipped gently across her right shoulder. Reminding her of the scars that lie scattered across her body, now fully exposed by the absence of her blouse. Althea blushed out of embarrassment as she broke the kiss, abruptly, turning away in an attempt to hide herself as she hunched inward and crossed her arms protectively over her chest. Allowing her dark curls to fall across her shoulder and shield the scars that lie there. A sudden wave of anxiety and shame creeping in on her out of nowhere.

Her heart began to race frantically inside her chest as she wracked her brain for a way out of the situation at hand, about to speak some half-assed excuse and flee, when she was stopped buy the feeling of Tommy’s fingers grasping her chin softly; forcing her to look up and meet his eyes. Finding that icy blue gaze of his filled with solace and understanding, instead of pity or disgust, like she had expected. The simplicity of the gesture causing tears to well in her own eyes, which she was quick to try and hide; cursing her emotions, and the alcohol that had brought them to the surface.

“Eh, none of that now.” Tommy assured softly, despite the usual roughness of his voice, as he reached up to brush away her tears. Althea leaning into his touch, careful to avoid his gaze, as he stroked a calloused thumb against her cheek, she closed her eyes and gave a soft sigh.

“‘M sorry.” She muttered softly, now that she was coming down off the high of Tommy’s touch, her drunken state tried to slip back in, her walls and defenses slowly putting themselves back in their rightful places. She opened her eyes when she heard Tommy chuckle, softly, the light, yet deep rumble rushing through her. She finally looked at him again and gave him a soft smile as Tommy brushed away the stray tears, pushing his hand along her skin to push back the curls that had sprung forward.

“Don’ apologize, love. You can talk to me.” He said, softly. Althea shook her head and pulled the mask over her features as she said, “It’s nothin’. Jus’ been a while, is all.” She lied.

“We don’t ‘ave to rush it, pet.” He said, letting his hand fall, slipping over her shoulder to hold her waist. A comfortable silence hung in the small space between them as Tommy leaned forward to rest his forehead against hers. Althea closed her eyes again and gave a breathy laugh before looking up at him, giving him a silent response. Tommy smiled and leaned back, taking a step away to help her off the dresser. Althea quickly grabbed her blouse and tugged it on, buttoning it up. Tommy kicked off his shoes before he lit a cigarette, watching as Althea took a seat on the edge of his bed, removing her own shoes before curling up against the pillows. Tommy joining her once he had finished his smoke, shifting to get comfortable as she rested her head against his chest. Not another word was spoken between them as they lay there. Althea comforted by the warmth of Tommy’s embrace, and his touch, as his fingers stroked lazy patterns against her arm. Lulling her into relaxation, and eventually, sleep.

Tommy woke up alone the following morning...Seeming like Thea had taken her chance and snuck off, not wanting to face the reality of what had happened between the two of them last night. He had hoped that wouldn’t be the case, but he knew better, and the guilt of feeling like he had taken advantage of her in such a vulnerable state, weighed heavy on his mind as he set about getting ready for the day. Making his way down to the kitchen to grab a cup of coffee and some toast before heading off to the betting shop; stopping as he rounded the corner to find Althea sitting at the table with Aunt Pol, and a very hungover Ada.

“Mornin’.” Polly said, turning away from her conversation with the girls to acknowledge Tommy’s presence. Brow raised and a soft smirk fixed to her lips as she took a sip of her coffee, watching as he passed by her, stone faced, to the stove behind her. Grabbing his coffee and toast, consuming it in silence as the Pol and the girls resumed their conversation, something about new Tea Room that had just recently opened.

“Headed to the Betting Shop?” Polly asked as Tommy made to leave the kitchen, pausing briefly to give a nod as replied, “Aye.” The answer was followed by a moment of silence as Polly took another sip of her coffee, Tommy turning to leave when Althea’s voice stopped him.

“Would ye mind droppin’ me at the Garrison?” She asked softly as she looked up, not quite meeting his gaze as he watched her, trying to gauge her expression; but it was guarded, as usual.

“Of course.” Tommy gave a nod, waiting a moment longer -- ignoring the looks from Aunt Pol and Ada -- while Althea gathered her things. Giving him a soft smile once she had finished and was ready to go, turning to thank Polly for her hospitality once again. Polly simply waved it off with a smile.

“No need. You’re welcome anytime.” Polly’s gaze drifted over to Tommy briefly, his patience thinning as he continued to ignore her, which only amused her further. “Off with ya both, then. Best not be late. Arthur was in a hellava mood this mornin’.” Tommy didn’t have to be told twice as he turned and ushered Althea out the door, and into the car, before Polly’s gaze could burn a hole straight through his skull...The awkward silence on the ride to the Garrison not doing much in the way of helping his mood any; stuck in his head, obsessing over his thoughts, and it wasn’t hard to miss. Althea watching him closely the entire ride, Tommy never once taking notice, as she remained quit until they were inside the Garrison.

“Thomas?” Tommy glanced up from the ledger he had been skimming through, looking over to find Althea standing beside him, just a few feet away; hands clasped in front of her, patiently awaiting his full attention before continuing. “About las’ night...I wanted to apologize-”

Tommy raised a hand, stopping her before she could finish. “You’ve no need to apologize...You we’re drunk, an’ I shouldn’t of takin’ advantage like I did...It won’ happen again. You ‘ave my word-”

“That’s not wha’ I meant.” Althea chimed in, cutting him off with an awkward giggle as she glanced away, trying to hide the blush that tinted her cheeks,which earned her a rather confused look from Tommy before she cleared her throat softly and continued; green eyes fixing to his as she turned. “I meant abou’ the scars...How I shut down. That’s wha’ I’m apologizin’ for. Me bein’ drunk had nothin’ to do with it...I mean, did it make braver, in a sense? Probably. But it doesn’ make me regret a second of anythin’ else tha’ happened between us last night.” She finished softly, her gaze falling to the floor as she looked away from him again. His own gaze having become so intense -- his expression unreadable-- that it started to make her saying anything at all.

But that changed as Tommy stepped forward and grasped her chin lightly, raising it to bring her gaze back to his own, and while his features were still hard to read, that icy gaze of his had softened considerably. “Ye don’ have to apologize.” He assured her softly, running his thumb just beneath her lower lip; tracing it almost. Althea instinctively leaning into his touch, her eyes fluttering closed for moment as she let out a soft sigh, composing her thoughts.

“I feel like a do, though.” She admitted softly. “For wha’?” Tommy questioned curiously as he stared down at her.

“For bein’ so broken...You don’ deserved tha’...No one does.” Althea admitted, attempting to pull away. Surprised when Tommy pulled her forward, pressing a gentle kiss to her lips before resting his forehead against her own; his hands resting gently on either side of her face as she stared up at him, her own features slightly twisted with confusion by his reaction.

“Ye’r not the only one who’s broken.” Tommy stated, pulling away from their embrace and closing the ledger on the bar, just as the front door of the Garrison flew open and Arthur came storming in; madder than a wet hen and shouting nonsense. Althea watching, brows furrowed and fingers pressed against her lips gently. The sensation of Tommy’s kiss still lingering, as she watched them leave without another word.

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smolbeandrabbles · 4 years

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Dear Life - Tom McLaren x Reader (Vertical Limit)

Author’s Note: This One Is For The Nicholas Lea Fans! ...And like the one person I know might read this 🤣 Better believe I will be upping the ante on him somewhat over the next few months! Dear Life - High Valley - Now I haven’t used this or any High Valley music yet - God knows why. Time to rectify!

Disclaimer: Okay, I know next to nothing about climbing, so my references are like... this movie... / Vertical Limit character’s aren’t mine (Again, or we’d have thrown Elliot off a cliff) / lyrics not mine. But this song really hurts for this. to be honest.

Premise: You’re 2 months away from becoming Mrs.Tom McLaren, and as you sit here and reminisce your relationship, Tom begins getting ready for his final trip before the wedding, to K2 with Elliot Vaughn...

Words: 3599

Warnings: Nada

______ Dear Life, I hope you know I've loved you every mile down this road Had my share of hits and misses Tryin' to keep between the ditches Dear Life, I hope you know Dear Life, what's your plan Is where I'm suppose to be, right where I am If it is, then I ain’t leavin' If it ain't, then I'll keep on dreamin' Dear Life, what's your plan Now you're flying by too fast I'll fight to make you last Beggin' won’t you please, just slow down You're scaring me to death I'm tryin' to catch my breath Don't wanna let you go I'm hangin' on for dear life I wanna leave my mark Love til it breaks my heart Live so loud that my forever Echoes in the dark ---

Tom always carried a video camera. He said it wasn't to detail every stupid little mistake you made climbing - but you knew in truth it really was. He was the real mountain climber - at least high-altitude, in snow, hiking and climbing. You could hike with the best of them - but your speciality was free climbing over drier terrain and rocks, not snow and ice. You used to tell him the only reason that you would ever climb up snow was to ski back down - and he would laugh at you for that. But whenever you got back home he'd spend a painstaking amount of time editing together compilation videos. That you never got to see, but knew existed. "One day you're gonna have to show me!" "Aw, nah! None are finished Y/N! I can't show you something that's not done!"

He could say that all he wanted - but as you sat in your apartment today leafing through your wedding planner again and sticking things into place, you couldn't help but notice how many video stills had ended up on the walls. Usually they were of him making funny faces at the way you were climbing or just genuine concern. Your favourite was one of the ones he had to sharply angle against the cliff face - you miles ahead of him, and the number of cams in the wall waaaay less than you should have put - at least to support both of you - to which he'd hand written the caption 'People I Should Never Trust With My Life On A Mountain: My Girlfriend." It wasn’t like you didn’t have the same kind of humour though. What about the one he’d had framed in his office? A picture of you with your head in your hands waiting for him to take an ungodly amount of time to decide on the correct number of cams to stick in the wall to take your weight, to continue climbing along. Captioned: “How it Feels to Be (Literally) Tied to Your Boyfriend For 24 Hours.” That summed you both up – you wanted the least amount of equipment for a light and fast ascent. Tom was all about safety, especially if you were there with him.

So you wondered what he might say in all of them... Only you might get your wish, because on occasion you'd filmed other adventures of yours that were less perilous. Like waiting for him at the end of a 5K run, chiding him for taking 15 minutes longer than you, and him protesting that a 5K was not a mountain hike - and he didn't need to continuously run on those! Or paragliding in a much more tropical climate than either of you were really used to. You weren't sure what he was planning, but he had a good friend that was a better videographer that he had taken up more than a few mountains as a guide for documentary shooting; and Tom had asked you for a few of the videos you'd taken. You trusted him enough to surprise you with that, because you had many surprises for him too.

You leant your head on your hand for a moment and really turned your attention to those photographs. Decorating your home together had been a lot of fun; and you'd both taken a lot of thought and care into colour schemes and themes. At first only a few frames hung on the wall - but now each room showed like a timeline for your relationship. Only it wasn't in the kind of cute photographs couples usually took and there wasn't an anniversary one in sight.

No, these photographs were taken at the summit of every climb you'd ever ascended together. And as the more creative one, you'd made them into pretty collages. Frames weren't often wood or metal anymore - but whatever rope had frayed the most or was the oldest – he’d give you any worn out equipment to help with your endeavour… or sometimes you'd find an interesting stone, or you'd get post cards. You always put the place, height and time it had taken you to climb at the bottom too - sometimes handwritten in yours or his neat script. They became good talking points in themselves... And the first one had only been a birthday gift for him. But Tom had liked it so much he wanted to display it in your hallway instead of his office. "But Tommy then you can look at it when you work!" "Yeah but... When I'm not there who is gonna see it? It deserves to be seen - you put so much effort into this babe...!" And so on proud display it stayed - now joined by so many others.

When Tom wasn't half way around the world leading explorations up one of these peaks he was here with you. He had a number of guides under his expert tuition - and his company was all run out of his office. He liked to make sure that he had at least one employee in every far-reaching corner of the world that intrepid explorers would like to try and conquer... But if you wanted the best of the best, then Tom McLaren would fly out himself. He lived half his life out on mountains, and occasionally you were right there beside him. He liked you coming along for respite. So he could mutter to someone about some of the amateurs he had to escort up; "I dunno Y/N... Makes me feel I should only make the trip for experienced climbers only..." "You got me." And he would smile his best smile "Or I'd go INSANE!" "You're getting paid well for this though, right?" "AH. Yeah, I've always been about the money..." You could only laugh at that look on his face; "Well. Just be about it for this one!"

You heard the front door open and close and knew he was back. Somehow, there was nothing like the sound of knowing he was home - and your heart skipped a beat. He wandered through into the living room - claret baggy gym shirt, and navy tracks...to go with his navy trainers with questionable tangerine shoe laces. It still made you raise an eyebrow, but Tommy was all about the pop of colour. "...Hey!" He still sounded a little out of breath, despite the fact he would have driven home. "Hey!" You smiled, heart still racing like you were in the presence of a high-school crush. He dropped his gym back by the kitchen and wandered over; you accepted a kiss on the cheek and he leant on the table and tapped the book; "How are we doing?" "Good - thank you! Almost completely ready." "Ah! Thank God for that!" "Aw, and I thought you were the meticulous planner here." "Babe, I am - but this... This is..." He looked a little overwhelmed for a minute, "Something else!" "We got this - you know that right...?" "Oh I know..." Tom breathed, and this time when he lent in you wanted his lips on yours. "I just... It's so close now I..." He laughed "I guess I'm a little nervous." "More nervous than your next climb? Ah-! Speaking of, you have a meeting with Vaughn at 2..." "I know, but thank you..." He glanced to the clock "I got enough time to get prepped." "Better have..." You weren't his assistant, but you knew Tom's diary down to the minute - mostly because he'd synced your calendars. But when he was so far away from you for so long, you needed to know exactly where he was supposed to be and when. And how long he was expected to be out of signal range. You could deal with not hearing from him for a while; that was the nature of the job, but you still liked to know what days he was climbing, and when he was supposed to be in base camp, so you knew when you really had to worry about him. He gave you one more kiss before moving into the bedroom "One more climb and I marry you!!!" "It's a big one! One thing at a time!" "Like you aren't waiting to be Mrs. Tom McLaren!" "Oh! Only my entire life!" You put a marker in your planner and followed him.

It was still like having a school girl crush. By now he was out of his shirt and going through his wardrobe for something comfortable to wear. His meeting was only over the phone... Of course he caught you staring at him - with his shirt off you could see his tattoo and that strangely shaped scar on his left-hand side. "You okay?" He raised an eyebrow and turned to you, making you shake your head "If you could feel my heart right now..." His laugh was a little bashful and his look to the floor almost shy; "Why?" "I dunno. It's like having a crush on you all over again. I guess I'm just excited..." He looked down at himself with a cheeky grin; "Please clarify!" You scoffed, but knew pink was crossing your cheeks; "Shut up!" He nodded to the bathroom; "I'ma take a shower but-" "OH God! Don't even tempt me!" Tom laughed again; "And now I really feel like I should!" He folded his arms; and there was a familiar chink of metal as the pendant around his neck moved. As far as you knew he'd never taken it off, and he'd never really talked about it much, only to whisper that it was good luck. The twist of tarnished silver was strange in itself; you couldn't quite fathom what it was either. But anything important to Tommy was important to you. (Except it was rough and sharp in places and often stabbed into you at fairly inconvenient times.) It was silly to trust his necklace to keep him safe when you knew his skills would do that on their own. But sometimes the night before he was due to go, and you couldn't sleep (because you never could when those evenings rolled around) you found yourself glaring at it and always thinking the same thing; You better bring him back to me!

You sprinted across the room to kiss him, which turned into kissing him multiple times, before he tried to pick you up and you shrieked, half giggling as you ran back out. His laugh was gorgeous and clear and loud; "Alright I get it! No showers-!" You peered around the door; "How many floors did you climb?" "300. It's still not K2. But it's a start." You gave a nod and a smile "I'm not gonna make you walk that to the wedding, don't worry." "I could call the venue and we could have it in the mountains...? Why bother making them the view!" "I could kill you, Tom McLaren!" "I'm sure Vaughn would fly everyone up!" He studied your unimpressed look with amusement "Ahhhh.... I believe that face is a firm no..." "Correct." "Alright, go on. Back to planning..." You continued to stare at him "What?" "I love you, babe." He grinned gently, and stepped towards the bathroom "...I love you too, Ms.McLaren." "Aw, not yet!"

"Oh! Sweetheart...! I think he'll love it!" your mother gasped as you detailed your wedding dress idea to her. Sitting back at the table and opening your planner again surrounded by your photographs and flipping to the dress pages (the only ones Tom was forbidden from looking at) made you remember that. Because it'd been this very table over drinks that you'd told her what you were thinking. It sounded a little insane, the kind of thing nobody would really get. But he would. "...Don't you think everyone will ask me the same questions about a billion times?" "Do you have to answer? I think it's wonderful... And it's not meant for them is it, it's meant for Tom..." You'd had the idea when wandering around your apartment on the phone to other aspects of your wedding, florists... bakery... venue... Musicians... They were long detailed conversations that both you and Tom had had. He tried to help you plan as much as he could, but both of you realised it was kinda hard to plan a wedding halfway up a mountain. But he did promise, and had expertly, sorted himself and his groomsmen out - and when he wasn't preparing for his next climb, he spent all his spare time helping you. Even though you were fine and actually really enjoyed planning this. But, each of these conversations had you staring at the photographs on your wall. And you'd come to the conclusion that climbing was what had brought the two of you together, and was such a huge part of both your lives. The mountains in the background of every picture had got you thinking; even if you were actually standing on the summit of the important ones... So the idea was simple, everything you'd ever summited together - whether it be a cliff face in a national park, or it was something as phenomenal as K2, or Everest. It was making it onto your dress. The scope of work was huge and you'd realised this, so it had taken the seamstresses an age to make to your specification, but you had tried to help and provide assistance at every turn you could. So a few weeks ago you'd gone for your adjustment fitting (although it was pretty perfect once you'd tried it on), when Tom was travelling back from his last climb for a little R and R, and had almost cried when you'd seen it. The mountains had been embroidered like a secret message. Only truly visible if you looked at the detail. Some were outlined in a blue-tone white and were a little more obvious; but the others blended so perfectly into the skirt - it had turned out more beautiful than you had imagined. And there were actual tears when you tried it on; from both you and your mom and friends.

You closed the book again as you heard him exit his office after his call and tied the ribbon back - replacing it on your shelf. "How'd it go?" "He's crazy. That's all I can say!" "You're gonna do amazing..." "It's not me I'm worried about..." He gave a shrug "I know K2 well enough." You crossed the room and placed your arms around him "...I'm gonna worry about you.." "Yeah. That's why I don't worry - you do it enough." You brushed your lips to his; "Can we go out tonight?" "For dinner...? Mmmm... Don't see why not..." Tom ran his arms around you and pulled you tight to him "What you thinking...?" "The little place on the corner..." "Why do we always go there when I'm about to leave?" "Because it's your favourite." His amusement extended into his light brown eyes as he rolled them; "No. It's because it's your favourite." You smiled, and leant up to kiss him again; "That too."

***

It was the night before he left, and the corridor was full of his gear, you were allowed to go to the airport with him but no further. Part of you wanted to go on Vaughn's expedition. It sounded interesting - and if it was all being broadcast when they hit the top... But Tom wanted you back here, and you understood that too. "You don't need to get caught up in all this..." He tracked back through to the bedroom; "Besides... You don't even like him." "Millionaire who thinks he can throw money at a mountain and it'll do what he wants, so everyone gets to see this inaugural flight? No thanks." "See. You wouldn't even enjoy it!" "Guess I get to see you on TV..." "Well..." He caught you in the living room for a short kiss. Fleeting - just like his time back here always was. You wondered how much Tommy would let you curb that once you got a ring on his finger. "...Unless they cut me out of it!" You folded your arms, with a frown clearly meant for Vaughn himself; "Oh. Because you're only the man whose gonna get him up there!" "...eh, millionaires!" "Who else is going with you?" "Annie Garrett." You gasped "Annie! Aw, I love her!" "Yeah another reason you aren't going!" He laughed "We'll never get anywhere...!" You followed him and realised there was at least another suitcase and a half to go "...I rebuke that and think we could probably take you in a race to the top." He shot you a look "K2 is not about racing. It's a-" You mimicked his serious voice with a whine "-Very technical climb and the most dangerous mountain in the world-!" He narrowed his eyes slightly, making you smile; "Didn't you get over lecturing me 5 years ago, Tommy?" "Clearly not, if you're gonna make stupid comments." He turned back to his things which made you sigh. "Babe, do you want some help?" His brown eyes flicked over his shoulder again "Oh, sweetheart, would you?" You nodded eagerly with a sweet smile; "Mmmm... I like helping you pack. The only thing I don't like is watching you leave..."

***

You stood holding his hands so tight in the airport, and realised how torn up you were about this. "Y/N... You are gonna have to let me go eventually, you know that right?" "Yeah but I..." You weren't looking at him, but his hands, laced with your own - the pretty cut diamond of your engagement ring glittering gently in the lights. He bent to try to get you to look at him. "But you...?" "This one is so much harder than the rest... I just... Wanna marry you now. And K2..." "Hey... Hey... C'mere..." He wrapped you in his arms, pulling your head into his chest and stroking a hand through your hair; "Sweetheart you never do this... What's wrong?" "I'm just really gonna miss you on this one. But I'll be watching that TV close, believe me." "I know you will. And I'll be counting down the days until my flight home... And then we square away the final touches... And then Mrs. Tommy McLaren will not just be a Skip joke at base camp... Huh?"

He at least got you laughing gently; but he noticed the tears too. Tom didn't stop you from crying though; your emotions were all over the place ever since he'd got down on one knee. He'd never expected that, which made him guess you'd never expected him to do it in the first place. Probably because that's all his friends did joke about. Including it being present in the original introduction of you two to one another. “Tommy this is Y/N... She's a climber too! Since it's only you two that have that in common if you don't wanna stay sad and single for your lonely lives, you just aught to get married now!” Tom pressed a kiss to your forehead; it was long, and worth every second, before he caught your lips. "Look after the company, alright?" "I will." "And look after yourself... Okay? That's more important..." "I will..." There was a few seconds pause before you threw your arms around him again; "You come back to me Tom McLaren! You kick K2’s ass and you come back to me!" He wound his arms around you again and lifted you from the floor "I'm coming back, Y/N... I don't get to marry you otherwise..." "Just. Make sure Vaughn knows who's boss." He gave a wink, and salute as he set you down; "Yes ma'm!"

***

You were still staring at the pictures on the wall when the sunlight faded; one more day gone. One day closer to marrying the love of your life. But one day further away from all these incredible things happening. All of these pictures captured moments you would never get back. And each one of them told a story with so many lost great conversations. Little glances or touches that were now lost to eternity.

Your eyes flicked between them all, this has all gone so fast... Even though he would be back soon, that would feel like an age. But all these years had passed like a blur. Would your married life be just the same?

You sat back for a second and took a deep breath to slow it all down. You hoped not; Tom was someone you had to savour every moment with - because in reality there were so few. And that made every second precious. You realised how much you wanted to look back on everything you'd done together and remember it all. No matter how impossible. It hit you all very suddenly. Is that why he recorded everything? So that he could watch back every memory you had a freeze frame moment of here? Because Tom McLaren wanted to relive every stupid, amazing thing that happened. As long as you were there in it. You shook your head gently as you pieced it all together; why he wanted your tapes so bad too. He was about to relive all those moments with you. But not just with you - Tom McLaren wanted everyone else to see those moments too. Everyone that was an important part of your lives and an integral part of your relationship.

And he was going to do so on your wedding day.

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Oh have another GIF even though it’s not actually Tom... It still make’s me think of this fic..! Like he would 100% throw paper planes at her whilst she’s trying to work on collages and their wedding planning...

#Nicholas Lea #Nick Lea #Tom McLaren #Tommy McLaren #Tom McLaren x Reader #Vertical Limit #Written all in one evening #I love this man SO much #he's SO pretty #I noticed it when I watched the first time but we all know how well my first watch of Vertical Limit went #so... second time lucky #but I have SO many fic ideas #that basically revolve around this boi and punching Vaughn in the face...#Basically I asked my mum for some colours and she said /tangerine/ and I said /for a gym shirt!?/ so she said /claret/ and thus...#Then I watched the movie AGAIN and he IS infact a fashion disaster #SO... I think I inadvertently got his character on point there!#is 300 floors a lot? I wondered if 500 sounded a little stupid?#Whoooo knows #I was trying to figure out what he could do at the gym to help prepare him for climbing and the stairs seemed like a good idea.#83! ;)#Cass / Cas / Cassi / Cassadee

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woildismyerster · 6 years

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Yoo! Can you write a scenario with Kevin G using nerdy dirty pickup lines on reader and she gets really flustered by them?? Thank you!

THIS WAS SO HARD, AND SO FUN

You were positive that you knew how to draw a graph of the function f(x) = 1/x.

“Y/N, will you come to the board and draw the function?”

You were not positive you knew how to draw the function.

Math was fine. Plugging and chugging was fine, cool, whatever. Doing math at the front of a room full of intelligent people was less fine, since they would notice a mistake you made before you would. The marker squeaked while you drew, but your hand was steady.

“Oof, check out that ass -”

“Kevin,” Norbury scolded.

“- ymptote! Y/N’s form is perfect.” You could hear the smile in Kevin’s voice, but you could also hear the giggles around the room.

You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath in the hopes that it would wipe any embarrassment from your face. If you stood up front too long, it would only seem pathetic. You whirled around, rolling your eyes in a way that was hopefully good-natured, and walked back to your desk.

“Very good,” Norbury called to your back. “Now, let’s talk about finding the limit as the function approaches …”

“It’s for math,” Kevin blurted.

“What is?” When he had appeared at your lunch table, you hadn’t expected that to be the first thing he said. You thought back to math class, but nothing made his words make sense.

“The Mathletes have a meet next week,” he said, holding his hand out like he was calming a horse. “My boys and I will be gone, and I need somebody to text me the notes.”

You bit into the cafeteria pizza, raising your eyebrows at him. “What about Cady Heron? Or you could ask Norbury for the slides.”

“Is that a no?”

“No,” you immediately said. No, if he needed your help, you wouldn’t say no.

“So, if you don’t mind,” he grinned, “Imma need your significant figures.”

You groaned. “I thought we were having an actual conversation.”

“We were! Are!”

“You wrecked it, G.”

“You’re smiling,” he pointed out.

You tried to push your lips over your teeth, but that fizzy feeling in your chest kept bubbling up. That was funny. Funnier than the asymptote thing. “No, I’m not.”

He handed you his phone, rocking back on his heels. “Hit me up, girl.”

“No.” You typed in your number, dreading and looking forward to his text in equal measure.

You flipped through a copy of Les Mis for English class, weighing the pros and cons of skipping the bits on Napoleon. Or, to be more realistic, acknowledging the larger number of cons and trying to figure out if you cared.

You didn’t think you cared enough to read them.

You flipped through the book, searching for the end of the section, but a note dropping on your desk distracted you.

There’s a test in history later. Do you want to borrow my flashcards?

You shot a questioning glance over your shoulder. Kevin held up a stack of notecards, raising a quizzical eyebrow.

You bit your lip. He had already taken the test. Kevin wasn’t the type to cheat - he had never needed to be - so he wouldn’t be giving you the answers. You wouldn’t have wanted them, even if they were up for grabs. But, if he was offering his flashcards, they must be useful for the test.

You nodded back at him, and he passed them up to you.

You gave a soft snort when, between a card on icons and a card on the Protestant Reformation, a slip of paper fell out.

Can I plug my solution into your equation?

You pulled out your phone to fire off a reply, fighting the urge to either laugh or boil over.

Y/N: Tacky.

Kevin: But effective.

Y/N: That’s a no from me.

People slowly filed up the bleachers to take the class picture. You took a spot in the middle, hoping that you would blend in with the rest of the kids. You didn’t want to pose with all of the jocks and preps at the front, but you didn’t want to lurk with the stoners in the back either.

Your eyes closed when a soft punch landed on your shoulder - you instinctively knew who it was. “Please, don’t.”

“Hey, babe.”

“Kevin.”

“What’s your sine?”

You groaned, head dropping.

He hopped from the row behind you to the empty space next to you. “Y/N, how’s it hangin’?”

“Fine,” you huffed.

“You don’t sound fine,” he said. His shoulders were hunched to keep the fabric of his jacket up near his ears, and the way he peered at you made him look peculiarly bird-like. “You sound kind of pissed.”

An unexpected wave of guilt soaked you. “Yeah, no, not pissed. Tired, maybe, but not pissed.”

“Hmm.” He looked up thoughtfully, tapping his foot in an erratic rhythm. “I need to up my game. I need a better line.”

“That’s definitely not it.”

“Gimme a second.”

You waited, a smile creeping at the edge of your lips. “You won’t have anything good enough.”

“Are you looking for something smexy -”

“Smexy?”

“Smart and sexy,” he said with a pleased, smug nod. “Smexy. Pure Kevin G, honey. You dig it?”

“No,” you said.

That didn’t stop him from trying his lines. That didn’t stop you from smiling. It was very possible that, in the middle of reacting to something Kevin said, the school picture wound up catching you mid-grin. For once, you might end up looking happy in the yearbook. Kevin would have a field day.

“Freedom at last,” you sighed. “I can go back to class. You’ve used up weeks of this on today.”

“What do you mean, this?”

You waved a hand at him.

“You just gestured at all of me,” he said, aghast.

You waved again.

“I’ve used up weeks of me on one day?” He was grinning. “I didn’t know there was a limit. The limit does not exist.”

“I can only handle so much,” you pleaded, that smile still firmly in place. “You’ll be the actual death of me.”

“One more,” he said. He grinned, waggling his eyebrows. “I swear, it’s a good one. You’ll love it.”

You sighed. “Hit me.”

“Kinky.” When you rolled your eyes, he was quick to assure you that it wasn’t the line. “No, wait. Okay. Can you integrate my natural log?”

You snorted. “God, Kevin.”

“They’re funny. It’s okay to laugh.”

“If I laugh, it’ll only encourage you,” you said. Granted, the fact that you were breathing seemed like encouragement enough to him, but you still didn’t want to seem too eager.

His smile went a little crooked, a little serious, and you sobered. “Y/N, if you told me to stop - really stop, not in a ‘what a dumb pun’ way - I would. You know that, right?”

You considered. Maybe you had, deep down. That would explain why your heart sank when he asked Cady Heron to join the Mathletes instead of you; why you texted him back without fail; why sometimes the two of you had real conversations.

“Yeah,” you finally said. “Yeah, I know.”

“And?”

You gave a sarcastic laugh. Sarcastic, but you saw the gears turning while he thought through the conversation.

“I’m feeling very encouraged, Y/N,” he said.

“Yeah, well, I have to go to class,” you mumbled. You hopped down the steps, ignoring the buzz in your pocket that was, undoubtedly, something flirty from Kevin. Something that, indubitably, you would respond to in kind. Knowing the truth of it wasn’t even embarrassing anymore. He was the nerdiest kid, but that kind of did it for you.

“Tyler,” you groaned while you shouldered your backpack. “Thirty problems is too many. It’s too hard. I’ll be doing them all night.”

He started to respond, but before he could, Kevin through an arm over his broad shoulders. “Y/N, babe, you don’t need to use math problems as a euphemism for my name. Tyler knows what we’ll be up to tonight.”

You couldn’t help it; you smiled. Kevin was always twisting things you said, but you seldom said things so easy to twist. He smiled back, arm dropping from Tyler’s shoulder to mess with the collar of his shirt.

“Well,” you said in a slow, sweet voice. “It’s a shame I’ll never finish.”

Tyler gave a bark of laughter, and Kevin’s jaw dropped.

“Y/N,” he breathed, “that was way more than a flesh wound.”

You grinned, unrepentant. “Chicken.”

“One of these days, you’ll give in to my ample charms,” he said earnestly. “We’re endgame.”

“One of these days, you’ll actually ask me out,” you replied.

His eyebrows shot up. “I’ve asked you out a million times.”

“No.” You looked at Tyler for support, and his brow furrowed.

“Kev, I think she’s right.” He gave a bewildered laugh, like this was a twist ending he hadn’t expected. “You’ve never actually asked her out. You’re all talk.”

Before Kevin had a chance to say something, or maybe ask you something, you flicked a wave over your shoulder and left.

Too hard. You’d do them all night. You seriously walked right into that one.

In preparation for a test, Norbury had the class rotating through stations, each one with different types of practice problems. You ended up going through the stations with the Mathletes, effectively giving you the best study partners you could ask for. Every subject was covered, every problem was finished, and the class ended with you feeling almost confident about the upcoming test.

“For once,” you teased Kevin, “I’m leaving your company satisfied.”

“I’m not,” he said.

“Oh?”

“Nope. We should date.”

Your eyebrows shot up. “No math jokes?”

“I’m serious.” Kevin shuffled his weight from one foot to another, eager and nervous all at once. “We should go out, all jokes aside.”

“I should ask you out, ‘cause you can’t differentiate,” you said.

“Y/N, that isn’t an answer.”

You grinned. “Wanna couple our equations tonight?”

He looked ready to laugh, but he scowled while he smacked you with his bag. “Y/N, the one time I try to talk to you without math jokes -”

“I sure hope you’re good at algebra,” you crooned, “because you have to replace my X without knowing Y.”

“You Googled these!”

“Kevin,” you said. You grabbed his hand and wound your fingers between his. “Isn’t it annoying when somebody is to busy joking to get things started?”

He groaned. “Imma date you so hard.”

“Good.” You pulled him out into the hall, keeping hold on him. “Because I want to work on you all night.”

He laughed, and you were encouraged.

#mean girls #mean girls musical #mean girls broadway #kevin gnapoor x reader #kevin g #kevin gnapoor #ally writes

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atlafan · 4 years

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Take it Slow - Part Forty-Two

Warnings: Fluff and Smut.

Masterpost (all previous parts can be found in the masterpost)

Harry wakes up feeling your butt shift against his pelvis. He opens is eyes slowly and sees you scrolling on your phone. You were reading something, but he couldn’t make out what. His head didn’t feel too bad, but he knew he drank too much. He felt so happy he had you to take care of him. He was also happy that your drama with Sarah had come to a close.

The arm that’s draped over you moves up from your stomach and to your breast. He presses his morning wood against you. He kisses on your neck and you wince.

“What’s wrong?”

“Spot’s a little tender.”

“M’sorry, did I hurt ya last night?”

“Didn’t hurt while you were doing it.” You turn onto your back so you can look at him. He gets a better look at it.

“Yikes, I’m sorry. I’ll, uh, cool it there for a bit.” He rests his head on your chest. He lightly plays with one of your piercings. “You have such a beautiful body, you know that?” You giggle and run your hand through his hair.

“Thanks babe.”

“You took care of me last night?”

“Mhm.”

“Sorry, I shouldn’t have drank that much.”

“It’s okay, you weren’t that difficult to take care of.”

“Are you sure?” He props himself to look at you. “Sometimes I can be a real goober.”

“Oh god.” You groan while he laughs.

“I’m sorry, I just can’t get over it. What a weird name for candy!”

“But they were good right?”

“Yeah I actually really liked ‘em.” He kisses your cheek. “Is there anythin’ we need to do today?”

“Grocery shop, laundry, other chores.” He groans.

“I hate cleanin’.”

“Well…you don’t really clean.” You stroke his cheek gently.

“Wha’? I clean.”

“And then I re-clean.” You smile. “I really don’t mind. I kinda like doing it myself. If you want maybe you could meal prep the lunches.”

“Deal. And I can do all the laundry.”

“Oh, I like the sound of that.” He moves to hover over you, and he kisses on the less tender side of your neck. Your phone starts to go off. It’s Niall.

“He can wait.”

“It could be important, Harry.” You swipe to answer the call. “Hey baby what’s shakin’?” Harry glares at you. He can hear Niall chuckling.

“He still in bed with ya?”

“Mhm.”

“You’re funny.”

“I’m aware. What’s up?”

“Do ya have plans later today?”

“Well it depends on when I finish all my chores and stuff, why?”

“Wanna come over for dinner?”

“Just moi?”

“Just toi! Sarah’s totally cool now.”

“Oh that’s great. Did you two have a good night?”

“Very good.”

“Yay! Okay sure I’d love to come for, shit, dinner.” Harry’s hand moved between your legs and started rubbing on your clit.

“You okay?”

“Mhm, I’ll text you later okay?”

“Alright, BYE WIFEY!”

“Bye hubby!” You hang up the phone and put it on the nightstand. “Very funny doing that while I’m on the phone.”

He moves your legs to wrap them around his waist.

“You know I don’t really like the husband/wife shit.”

“It’s just a joke, chill.” He nods.

“Hm, chill?”

“Yeah, chiiillllll.” He plunges two of his fingers into you. He smirks at your reaction. You tighten around him and moan out. You loved having sex in the morning, you were always way more stimulated. “Fuck.”

“So he invited you over tonight?”

“Harry please.”

“It’s a simple question.”

“I, fuck, don’t wanna think about him right now.”

“Good answer.”

He pumps in and out of you faster. You move your hips along with his fingers.

“Harry, please use your cock.” He pulls his fingers out of you completely.

“Nah, we gotta go grocery shoppin’.”

“What…what do you mean nah?”

“We have shit to do today, love.” He gets off of you and goes into the bathroom, leaving you there stunned. What in the actual fuck? Was he seriously edging you? He comes back out and smirks at you. “C’mon, time to start the day.” He starts getting dressed. You get out of bed, glaring at him.

You were completely frazzled. Not only did he deprive you of his dick, but he deprived you of an orgasm. Rude. You get dressed, and go through the shopping list on your phone. Harry throws a load into the wash before you leave. The car ride is quiet at first.

“Harry…you’re not mad that I’m hanging out with Niall tonight, are you? Would you have preferred I asked before agreeing?” You’re asking in a genuine tone. You didn’t want his feelings hurt.

“Not at all.” He places his hand on your thigh. “Want ya t’hang out with your friends. Why would you think I’m mad?”

“I don’t know…this morning…” You pinch your legs together.

“Left ya hangin’ did I?”

“Little bit.” He nods but doesn’t say anything else.

You get through your shopping. You clean up the kitchen while Harry flips the load of laundry. You turn some music on, and start mopping. Harry watches while you dance around with the mop. Next you dust and vacuum while he starts prepping your lunches for the week. It was a pretty good system. You really didn’t mind cleaning. You knew he wasn’t going to deep clean certain things. Plus, you loved when he cooked so you knew you’d enjoy your lunches even more this week.

“All done babe.” He says throwing the sponge back in the sink. You hug him and kiss him on the cheek.

“Thank you so much! I can’t wait to eat your delicious creation this week.” He wraps his arms around you.

“My pleasure. Thanks for cleanin’ everything else up.” He squishes his nose to yours and you giggle.

You tilt your head up to kiss him. You were still feeling sort of deprived from earlier, so you deepen the kiss. His hands slide down to your butt and kneads your cheeks. His eyes glance over to the clock. You feel him smirk against you.

“What?”

“Nothin’, you should get goin’, wouldn’t wanna keep hubby waitin’.”

“You are mad at me…”

“I promise I’m not. Go on, have fun.” He kisses you on the cheek.

“I don’t have to go right this second, we could-“

“Nah.” He shrugs and goes over to his desk. “I have some stuff I need to get done, love.” You sigh and grab your things.

“Alright, I’ll be back in a little while.”

You drive to Niall’s slightly annoyed. You knew exactly what Harry was doing to you. He wanted you to want it so bad it would be all you thought about while you were with Niall. Maybe you wouldn’t want to stay as long, or maybe he just wanted you to think of him the entire time. You ring Niall’s buzzer and he lets you up.

“Hey!” You both say at the same time and hug. You come in and hang your jacket up. “I ordered a pizza, know you don’t get to have real cheese too often.”

“God that sounds amazing.” You both get settled on the couch.

“Thought I would put that Wet Hot American Summer series on in the background while we chat. Haven’t watched that in a while, but it’s not somethin’ we need to pay attention to.”

“Good thinking.” He turns on Netflix and puts the show on.

“Okay, I want every single dirty detail, and I want it now. How was the first time?” You take a bite of the pizza.

“Where should I begin…”

You tell Niall everything, even down to Harry accidentally coming on your face. You both laugh hysterically about it. You tell him about the couple of times after that, and you laugh even harder when you talk about Niall walking in on you.

“That was so awkward.” You say.

“I felt terrible about it. Literally was the last thing I was expectin’.”

“So everything really is cool with you and Sarah now?”

“Yeah, we talked through a lot. She felt really bad for trying to ruin our friendship. She explained she just needed more reassurance, which I’m happy to give her.”

“Little Niall, in love.” You jostle the hair on his head.

“It’s a great feelin’ for sure.”

“And she was fine with giving up a date night to let you hang with me tonight?”

“Yeah, she said her and Rachel were going to hang out.”

“Oh good.”

“And Harry was okay with it?”

“Mhm. We got all of our Sunday chores out of the way today, so tomorrow we can do whatever.”

“So what’s he up to then?”

“Working, I think.”

“Do ya want anythin’ t’drink? I have tequila.”

“Yes please! Do you have anything to mix with it?”

“Orange juice work?”

“You bet!” He comes back with the drink. “Thanks.”

“Alright, so, I know we’ve both been busy so I’m assumin’ you haven’t watched the second season of You yet?”

“Nope.” You grin.

“Shall we take the opportunity to binge?”

“I don’t think we have a choice.” Niall pulls up the show, and you both get comfortable.

“The first season was so good, I hope this is a good follow up.”

“I’ve heard excellent reviews.”

Harry didn’t realize how much time had passed. He had ripped through a ton of his freelance work and had actually gotten caught up. When he looked at his watch and saw that it was nearly 9:30, he got a little worried. You said you were just going over for dinner. He didn’t think this would be a late night thing. It was Saturday night after all. He wanted to call to see when you’d be home, but he didn’t want to seem controlling.

You were on your third drink, and third episode. You knew it was getting late, but this is what you and Niall used to do all the time. You would binge entire seasons of shows together. You were also just enjoying the quality time. You guys had a lot of time together at work, but it was nice to not talk about work.

“I love the way this show is narrated.” He says.

“Me too! It really feels like someone’s inner thoughts. I also just like the way his voice sounds. The cadence is interesting.”

“Agreed.” You finish your drink. “Hey, could I have some water, I should probably start to sober up.”

“Sure!” Niall gets up and fills a glass for you. “Here ya are.”

“Thanks.”

“You know I can just drive you home?”

“I know, but then I’d have to come to get my car tomorrow and it’ll be a whole thing.”

“You could call Harry. Bet he would just uber over here, then he could drive your car back.”

“No, I don’t wanna bother him.” You sigh. “I don’t think he likes that we’re married.” He starts laughing.

“Harry? I never would’ve guessed.” He says facetiously. “Jesus, he’s not gonna start gettin’ all jealous now is he? We just got over all this drama.”

“I don’t know, he was acting weird earlier. I don’t think it’s jealousy, I think…I think it’s a territory thing.”

“Ohhh, yup, I could definitely see that. Something I’ve learned about him over the years is that once something is his, he doesn’t really like having to share it, even if that thing has someone else in their life.”

“So…he’s done this with other girlfriends?”

“No.” You raise an eyebrow at him. “M’talkin’ about Louis.”

“Oh! Like when him and El first got together?”

“Even when him and his ex were together. Harry got very territorial with him. But Lou was also territorial with Harry.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know really.” He shrugs. “They had this like big brother/little brother thing. They were just protective of each other. I also think, at the time, Harry couldn’t wrap his head around Louis only wanting to be with one girl since he was happy just hookin’ up.”

“You don’t think he’d try to tell us we couldn’t hang out, do you?”

“Nah. But I could see him making sure it’s known that you’re no one’s but his.”

“He knows that.”

“Yeah, but he wants to make sure everyone else knows that…I’ve told ya before, he’s sorta needy. Little bit clingy.”

“So I’ve noticed.” You smile.

“You don’t mind?”

“Honestly? No. I kind of like it. I’ve never been with someone who just likes everything about me the way he does. I think…he really sees a future with me.”

“And movin’ in together didn’t make ya realize that sooner?” He smirks and swat your hand at him.

“He’s just been dropping small comments lately. Like, for example, he mentioned how our potential new place had room to grow.”

“For like a dog?”

“That’s what he said when I asked him to clarify, but I think he meant for like a baby.”

“He loves babies.” He chuckles.

“I know! And then last night when he was drunk, I made a joke about something for the rest of my life or whatever, and he was like I hope so.” You sip on your water. “Like…does boy wanna marry me?” You giggle.

“Y/N, you really read too far into things. I don’t think he’s been thinkin’ about it yet…even if he has, so what? A lot of people get engaged after being with each other for a year, sometimes less. Oh! Like in I love you man, Peter and Zooey get engaged after only eight months and they’ve been livin’ together.”

“Oh my god, how cute of you to compare us to one of the best film couples of all time.” You put your hands over your heart. “We need to watch that movie again, I love it so much.”

“Maybe that could be our next double date! We could invite Rachel and Lora too.”

“If Harry and I get the apartment we could have a small house warming and watch it!”

“Why are we literally the two most brilliant people in the world?”

“This is why we’re mom and dad of the division, I swear to god.” You both laugh.

Around eleven you decide to call it a night. You were itching to get home to Harry. You were surprised he hadn’t texted you, but to be fair you hadn’t texted him. You help Niall clean everything up.

“Text me when ya get home.” He hugs you.

“Will do.” You hug him back. “Thanks for a fun night, love ya!”

“Love ya back!”

You key into your apartment. Harry was wrapped in a blanket on the sofa watching TV. You smile when you see him.

“Hi baby.” You say.

“Hi there.” You walk over and sit down next to him, giving him a kiss on the cheek. “Have fun?”

“Mhm.”

“Didn’t think you’d be gone for so long.”

“I’m sorry, I should’ve texted you to check in. Time just got away from us.”

“What did you guys do?”

“Caught up on life. Then we binged the first few episodes of You season two. It’s really good so far. I can’t wait to keep watching. We’ll have to use our lunch breaks to keep watching together.”

“That’s all you guys did, sit and watch TV?”

“Mhm, we love watching TV together. We like to make insightful comments with each other.” He can smell the tequila on you.

“Did you drink?”

“A little, but don’t worry I sobered up. That’s why I’m home so late, I didn’t wanna be buzzed.”

“You could’ve called me.”

“I didn’t wanna bother you babe. What did you do tonight?”

“Got caught up on all my freelance shit.”

“That’s great!” You smile at him. “I appreciate you being so cool about me hanging out with him tonight. He really is one of my best friends, and I’ve missed spending alone time with him.”

“I get it, making time for friends is important. Just maybe next time could you let me know when you’re going to be home? I didn’t know if I should wait up or not, and then I got kinda worried.” He rubs the back of his neck. “But I also didn’t wanna call because I didn’t want you to think I was up your ass.”

“I’m sorry baby, I feel bad you were worried. I’ll definitely check in with you next time.” You yawn. “Are you ready for bed? I’m tired.”

“Sure. Did you, um, think of me at all tonight?”

“Course I did.” You kiss him, and get up. He follows you into the bedroom.

You go into the bathroom and do your nightly routine. When you come out Harry’s in the bed with his glasses on, an arm behind his head, and the other hand has his book in his hand. You notice it’s a new book. You get into bed.

“What’s this one about?” You tap the outside of the book.

“Oh, this is a good one. This is a friend’s to lovers story. I think I’ve read it like four times already. It’s one of my favorites.”

“Would you read it to me since you’re just starting it?”

“You’re going to fall asleep though, I’d want ya to be fully invested.”

“I’ll tell you what, I will sit up while you read, and if I feel really tired, I’ll let you know. I love when you read to me, please?” He chuckles

“Alright.” You shift to sit up against the headboard. “Ready?”

“Proceed.” He clears his throat.

“’They had been friends for as long as he could remember. They had been through everything together, he was even in her wedding party. Eric was the best friend Jane could have ever had. When her husband left her, he was right there for her. Being a single mom to a two year old was not easy. Eric often helped Jane out on the weekends. He would babysit so she could have some time to herself. He loved that child like it was his own.’”

You were hooked immediately. You loved the way the words fell from Harry’s lips. You couldn’t wait to learn more about Eric and Jane. When you hear Harry yawn you look over at him.

“Think that’s enough for tonight.” He dog ear’s the page he’s on, and puts the book on the night stand. He takes his glasses off and rubs his eyes. “What do you think so far?”

“I am invested.” You giggle. “Do you always reread books like that?”

“Sometimes. I get into these funks where I just miss the characters.”

“God, Harry, you are so sweet.” He turns off the light, and you lay on his chest. “Seriously, you are the cutest thing in the world.” You look up at him. “You’re so sensitive, it’s so sexy.” He feels his cock twitch.

“Really?”

“Mhm.” He rubs your back lightly. You move to straddle him, surprising him a little. “I mean, there’s a lot of sexy things about you.”

“Like what?” He plays innocent.

“Well, for starters, these lips.” You brush your thumb over his bottom lip. “So sexy.” He kisses your thumb. You move your other hand to stroke through his hair. “And your beautiful, soft hair? Incredibly sexy.” You make a fist and tug at it. The hand near his mouth slides down to his throat. You run your thumb over his Adam’s apple. “God, and that deep voice of yours? When you whisper in my ear…I mean, fuck, that’s sexy.”

He leans up and kisses you. There was nothing more he enjoyed than when you loved on him like this. He missed you all night, and you were totally making up for it. His hands move to cup your cheeks as the kiss deepens. Your hands flatten on his chest. Your tongues drag against each other and you moan against him. Your hips roll down on him, and his lift up to yours. You reach between the two of you, and grip his hard cock. You lift slightly, and guide him in. You both moan out at the contact. You slowly grind down on him. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, and hide your face in his neck.

Harry’s hands move down to your hips, and grips you tightly. He helps you move up and down on him as he thrust ups into you. You could feel your forehead sweating against his neck. You were letting out small moans. He was getting in so deep from the way you were sitting on him. You kiss on his collarbone, and suck his skin into your mouth. He gasps at the sensation. He moves you faster on him. Your hands move to his hair. You were feeling so good.

“Harry.” You moan into his ear.

“Talk to me, angel.” One of his hands moves to your clit, and he rubs slow, sensual circles on it.

“You feel so good inside me.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm. Do you like how tight I am around you?”

“God, yes.” His head nearly rolls back as you continue to move together.

“You like fucking me like this?”

“Yes.” He says through gritted teeth.

“You make me feel so hot, Harry. I’m so fucking wet.” You tighten around him.

“Oh, fuck.” One of his hands moves to your back to press you as close as he possibly can.

“I love you so much, Harry. You’re the only person I ever want to fuck me.”

“Shit, shit, Y/N.” Harry shoots his come up inside you. Between the warmth from that and the way he’s rubbing on your clit, you release as well. “I…love…you too.” He breaths heavily. He presses his head into your shoulder.

You move your hands to tilt his head up. You make sinful eye contact and kiss passionately. He shifts the two of you so you’re lying on your back. You feel him getting hard again inside you. You wrap your legs around his waist, and rest your heels against his butt.

“You’re the only person I ever want to fuck.” He says into your ear. He takes both of your hands in his and lifts them above your head as he moves in and out of you. “You feel so good around me.”

This was some of the best sex you two had ever had. It was so passionate. You could feel the sweat pooling between both of your stomachs and it didn’t bother you at all.

“Keep talking, baby.” You moan.

“I’m going to fuck you into this mattress.” Jesus. “I’m going to have you screaming.” Oh god. “I’m going to have you begging me to never stop.” Mother of fuck.

Harry delivered on everything he said to you. You had sex four times. FOUR TIMES! You lost track of how many orgasms you had. He had you all over the bed. Eventually you just felt too raw to keep going. You both fell asleep with big smiles on your faces.

The next day it hurt to walk. You felt like if you even sneezed your vagina was going to fall out. It honestly felt like after the first time you ever had sex years ago. It also hurt extremely bad to pee. You wondered if your body would ever get used to the way Harry stretched you out.

He was walking on sunshine when he got up. He was enjoying your state of being way too much. He didn’t want you to be in pain of course, but he was very proud of his work. You were completely and utterly fucked for him, and knew it.

#harry styles #take it slow #harry styles x reader #harry styles y/n #harry styles smut #harry styles smut fic #harry styles y/n fic #harry styles fluff fic #harry styles fluff #harry styles imagine #posting it a little early for yall #i know it's a shorter part #but did we like?

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#1 all because of the El Croquis

So this is my first fic, and I’ve never written Van before so if I could get some feedback on how I did with his dialogue/movements/general aura I’d love that. I wrote in second-person POV for the present-time stuff and I wrote in first-person POV for the flashback stuff. I hope it’s not confusing! Also, I feel like this could make a great sequel. Just let me know if you have any feedback. Thank you all so much for reading! Enjoy!

This one’s about a reader who studies architecture and is looking for an architecture journal called El Croquis in the library, but comes across something much better in the end.

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In a sleep-deprived haze, you sit back in your chair under the warm, dim fairy lights above you. With weary hands you open the first drawer of your old worn desk, grabbing your black leather journal. Wobbling slightly as you twist around your piano keyboard adjacent to the desk, you pick up your wine glass off the concrete floor and turn to the journal laying in front of you. From the ceramic cup you spun yourself on the pottery wheel in school, you find your best fountain pen. Staring at the paper, you have no words --- you need to record what happened tonight before sleep whisks you away and you forget everything. You begin:

Today I found another piece of myself.

You swirl the last bit of red wine that’s left in your glass, and finish it off. You remember that show on Netflix, Sense8, and marvel at how that’s not far off from how truly connected people can become in reality, and how sometimes the universe brings people into your life that can fit so perfectly in every way possible.

You pick up your pen and start to write again.

Browsing through the architecture library with a close knit group of people from my studio, following our professor through the narrow shelves, and her showing us book after book of the most beautiful work imaginable, I felt at home. All of us stood huddled around her in the tiny, three foot gaps between shelves; an incredibly intimate scenario for a university library. Nooks and crannies for reading and perusing, peeking at each other through the spaces where books weren’t.

At the end of the library perusal, our professor said goodbye to us and left through the glass doors around the corner of the long hallway. I looked down at my watch and realized I had the rest of the day to work on whatever I wanted, and maybe go out for a few drinks tonight with some friends if the forecasted rain didn’t hit until later. I was lucky that my last class ended at 11:00a.m. on Fridays; just before the cafe rush at the front of the school of design’s library got too hectic.

As I walked down the same long hallway my professor and fellow students had exited from just moments earlier to grab a cuppa, something peculiar caught my eye. A sign for the most recent El Croquis journal boasted that our school had obtained a copy and bound it already -- I looked up the call numbers for the book and I rushed to the back section of the library to try to find it.

Squinting at the paper numbers taped to the shelves, I couldn’t find it. I slowly walked up and down each aisle of the library, and then back to the sign. “Coming to Section D on April 16,” it read. April 16 was today. Just then, I had a thought - what if it was still in the back room? I hated going back there because of the dingy lights and the damp, gravelly smell of cement blocks. I decided to brave it to find the newest edition of one of the world’s best architecture journals and have a look at it.

After asking permission from the library techs to go into the room, I went down the stairs to the basement. I opened the creaky door to the back room, which was quite spacious; it was situated underneath the campus lawn space, which was about the size of a football field. The books and shelves that had become too worn to show off in the front part of the library were cast off into this room; the back corner is also where the books were bound by the student library techs. I walked the main corridor between the shelves to the back end of the room where I was sure I’d find the book.

Instead, I found six guys huddled in between makeshift room dividers made of bookshelves arranged in a mildly square shape, passing a joint around, sitting on top of stacks of books, and cackling unintelligibly in thick British accents. The smoke was surely going to infiltrate the books’ pages and never leave.

I had approached quietly up until I stepped on some crumpled paper that had most likely been flung from this microcosm the boys had created.

“Oi!” the one with the short, dark hair yelled as he heard the crunch of the paper under my shoe, “lads we’ve been found!” and all but one of the guys jumped and bolted past me with wild expressions, gripping their bag of joints tightly, laughing down the main corridor toward exit, sending my hair and nearby papers into a flurry. The racing footsteps echoed down the hallway.

I peered down at the man who was still there in the makeshift room. He was asleep on the floor, head laying on one stack of books and his arm propped on another smaller stack next to it. He looked dead peaceful. His eyelashes were impossibly long, and rested there near the tops of his cheekbones, which were quite chiseled. His jaw was a little crooked, and his lips were plump and the corner of his mouth was resting on the top of one of the books in the stack. My eyes traveled down the rest of him, realizing his gold necklace tucked into his black shirt under the leather jacket, and how his arms looked toned from here… and that’s when I noticed it. The new El Croquis. On top of the stack under his arm.

I moved over to him and slowly dropped down to my knees so that I could get a better angle on the situation. I thought, Should I wake up the guy? He’s not really supposed to be in here anyway, and I really want to get my hands on that book.

I decided to shimmy the book out from under his arm and try not to wake him; I’m not one for conversations with strangers, especially considering how weird the conversation for this situation would be. I slowly reached to pull the El Croquis from under his elbow and twisted it around so it wouldn’t hit his limp fingers. A corner of it caught on his leather jacket and my breath hitched - pleasedontwakeuppleasedontwakeuppleasedontwakeup - I thought with each beat of my heart as my pulse sped up. He stayed asleep. I lowered my purse to the floor, allowing my movements become a little daintier, and I opened the book’s cover a bit so the jacket sleeve would slip away from the corner. I gathered myself for a second, kneeling on the ground with the El Croquis tucked into my chest, and internally cursed myself for going through this much trouble for an architecture journal. I stood up, and padded away from him as quietly as possible.

I got to the newer portion of the library and checked the book out at the counter. I put it in my purse and set on my way to get a cup of hot tea from the Starbucks on the other side of campus because during my El Croquis escapade, the library cafe had closed for the employee’s lunch hour. I looked outside, and surely enough with the day I had already experienced, it was raining harder than it had in a long time just to add onto the trouble I went through. I decided to use the back exit of the library since I had nothing but the denim shirt I was wearing over my black short sleeve shirt to shield me from the rain.

A rich, cold rain was beating down on everything, and much earlier than the meteorologists had expected. Jumping out into mayhem from the stale purple hallway, I walked half a mile to my apartment. The drains were gurgling and sipping on the water as it ran down the street. The shirt I was holding over my head gradually got heavier and heavier with water, and moisture was seeping in my hair and in my boots but the reflection on the street and the buildings twinkling behind the droplets and the wet pitter patters on my hands filled me with a kind of nostalgia. It was like a scene from a movie.

When I stepped across the threshold of my apartment in sodden shoes and threw my keys down on the table next to the door, I peeled off my clothes and took a searing hot shower. When I got out, I wrapped myself in a towel, sat on my bed and pulled out my phone. I had a text from Jen asking what my plans were for tonight, another text from Chris asking the same question, a text from Brooke telling me which bars to hit up tonight, and three missed calls from a weird number.

I answered everyone’s texts, and contemplated calling the weird number back. I left my phone on the dresser and made myself a snack in the kitchen. I was taking the contents of my backpack and putting them in their respective places; pencils and pens in the cup, books in the bin under the desk, the El Croquis in plain sight on the nightstand, ready for night reading. I heard a faint ringing and went to get my phone again. It was the weird number from earlier.

“Hello?”

“Uh, hellooo, is this y/n?” The caller’s accent was British, like the guys from the library earlier. Oh, geez, I thought to myself.

“....Yes, may I ask who’s calling?”

“So uh, you left your wallet here in the library, and, well, I found it and got ya number off the studio access card.”

Great. So much for a sly reconnaissance mission for the El Croquis. The cute sleeping guy now had my wallet AND he knows my name AND he’d seen my shitty ID photo.

“You there, love?”

“Yeah, sorry. Um, where can I pick it up from you? Thanks for not leaving it there.”

“Well, I’m hangin’ with my friend Larry - his mate’s an exchange student here from where we’re from and he’s got a house ‘round here. I can text ya the address. He’s ‘avin a party tonight anyway so we’ll be here all night. Oh, and you’re welcome.”

There was some muffled talk about “gig” and “tonight” and “lids” in the background as he spoke.

“Right, so I’ll text you the address. I’ll see you later then, yeah?” he said into the phone.

“Yeah. Also, one last thing - what’s your name?”

“Van.”

“Alright Van, thanks, didn’t want to keep thinking some spam caller was trying to reach me again.”

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Shortly after Van had called and sent me the address, I texted Jen, Chris, and Brooke and told them I was going to a party in the neighborhood tonight. They replied that Brooke had found some fantastic club on the other side of the city and they were all going to try it out. I told them I had to go to this one party to get my wallet, but they responded they were already on their way to the other choice. Sigh. I was riding solo. I ate a quick dinner, put on some minimal makeup, and wore my signature “architect” look: black jeans, black top, black chelsea boots, and some geometric jewelry. I went for some boxy cube earrings.

I walked to the house since it was only about a 10 minute walk from my place. Someone was exiting as I was entering the house, so I made my way in and looked around for Van. I spotted him in the corner of the kitchen chatting to one of the guys who had been smoking in the library earlier, who had big bouncy curls and thick-rimmed glasses. As I approached, the curly one said, “Come to bust us again?” in a cheeky tone and I rolled my eyes.

“Van, could I get my wallet please?” I asked him.

“Mmmm…. It seems there’s been a slight hiccup in your retrieval of the wallet.”

“What do you mean there’s a hiccup?” I asked.

“I can only reveal the wallet’s secret location if you stay and party with us lids until midnight.”

I stared back at him with an expression of disbelief for a moment, and then checked my watch. He just winked at me with a smirk on his face.

“That’s four hours away, Van,” I said through my teeth. I was starting to get a little pissed off.

“Did ya come here alone?”

“What?”

“Where’re your mates? Pretty girl like you has to have mates,” he said with a smile.

Ignoring his latter comment, you replied, “They went to another party across town.”

“So, love, looks like your schedule’s completely free! Here, come have a drink with me and meet everyone.”

Van hovered his hand over the small of my back and led me out to the patio outside where the makeshift bar was. He stopped me on one side of the bar and walked around to the other.

“Now then, what would you like?” He looked sort of cute, playing bartender.

“Vodka Sprite please. And make it a strong one.”

***

9:00p.m.

Van and I had just made the rounds through the entire house. He introduced me to literally everyone that had come in to party, and was cordial to everyone. He even made me snicker a few times with cheeky comments to others, even though I was supposed to be mad about him making me stay here until midnight. By now, I had consumed 2 ½ Vodka Sprites, mixed by Van himself, and Van had drank as much as I had plus what he had before I arrived. We were equally tipsy, and I was slowly forgetting that I was here for my wallet.

“Low” by Flo Rida had just come on over the speakers, a certain change from the previous chill music they had been playing here; it’s obvious whoever had the aux cord was ready to turn the party up. Van said, “Let’s dance!” and I clutched my red solo cup tighter. It was getting harder and harder to resist his charm. He wiggled his hips to the music, and it was obvious he wanted me to join him and the other people dancing in the living room. He hopped over to me, took my hand, and then used his other hand to take my solo cup and chug the rest of the contents while he walked backwards into the living room.

With no cup in my hands, Van had the opportunity to swing me around and around and around the room with his hands in mine. He wove in and out of people, sometimes having to raise our hands high to get over people who weren’t moving out of the way in time for us to plow through the room and outside where even more people gathered. We danced, tipsy and all-smiles, only focused on each other, for a long time.

****

10:00p.m.

Another hour had passed and Van and I had grown a lot closer. He couldn’t keep his hands off me - but in a respectful sort of way. He put his hand on my back to guide me to the next person he knew, and he had his arm around me when he was talking to people. He kept looking at me with those big, blue eyes framed by dark eyelashes, inviting me to participate in the conversation. Inviting me into his world.

We ran, hand in hand, back to the bar outside, and he started mixing everything he could together, throwing caution to the wind while I watched him with my chin resting on my hand. I was enjoying watching him. A little bit of vodka, a little bit of rum. Something blue; something gold with bubbles. This and that. He shook it with his hand over the rim of the cup, and then poured half of it into another cup, not afraid to accidentally pour some out all over the patio, and knock over a few bottles of liquor in the process. He held one out to me, and linked our right arms together over the bar. With our arms still linked, we drank from our own cups.

As soon as the liquid hit my tongue, I had to spit it out, and from the sound he made, Van did too. We both spit the nasty concoction into the grass, noses wrinkling and throats burning and lots of coughing. Van fell over me onto the grass and kept coughing and laughing at the same time.

A few minutes later, whatever he mixed hit the both of us and we were stumbling everywhere, having to mutter slurred apologies to the people we bumped into. One of those people I recognized; it was Kyle, one of my acquaintances from a lower-classmen studio.

“Heyyyyy Kyle!” I called out to him, even though he was about four feet from me.

“Hi Y/N! How’s it going? Great party, right?”

“I’ll say,” Van said, tripping into the room just as I had moments before.

“Oh! Y/N, you know Van?” Kyle said in a less drunk version of Van’s accent; he must be the exchange student his entire friend group knew.

“You know Van?” I slurred back at him. “I just met Van today. He stole my wallet.”

“Noooooo I didn’t!” Van playfully replied in a high pitched voice, swatting my hand in denial.

“So, Y/N, how’s that architecture project coming? You finished your exploded axons and section views yet? That’s been the real kicker for me. I’m still working on building my 3D model as well. So much work.” Kyle was trying to have a legitimate conversation with me, and I felt bad because Van was trying to distract me and I wasn’t in the right mind to be talking about coursework seriously.

“It’s fine… My project is based on simplicity and elegance, and experiential maps, so it’s coming along nicely. It’s all about emotional experiences you can convey in the spaces, that atmosphere, ya know?” I knew I was slurring every word I spoke to him. “I think the final review will be a cinch if I can pull off the rendered views,” I said as Van wrapped his arms around me from the side and started whispering things about art and big words in my ear. Kyle started realizing that we were getting cozy, and so it was then that he decided to break off from the conversation. “So some tosser mixed together a lot of our alcohol and wasted a lot of it, so if you two want another drink, you can have friend privileges and raid the stash of wine in my room. There’s a lot of it that I bought for just this kind of situation. Have at it!” He said with a wave of his hands. “Not that you need anymore,” he muttered.

Of course, Van and I immediately locked hands and ran through the kitchen, through the living room, down the hall and up the stairs to the bedrooms. Van threw open the door to the bathroom by accident and Van’s friend Bondy was heavily making out with a girl who had Bondy’s hat on backwards and was sitting on the bathroom counter. They didn’t even notice we had opened the door and kept on kissing furiously. Van shut it, and we both looked at each other for a moment before erupting into raucous laughter. We almost fell back down the stairs from laughing so hard and clinging onto each other roughly, and people started staring at us wondering what was going on.

The next door we opened was to a bedroom, and we began searching for the wine. We looked on the dressers, in the closets, and in the drawers, like it was a game. I got down on my hands and knees to look under the tiny bed, and Van did the same from the other side of the bed. We were laughing the entire time, and our hands met under the bed while searching for bottles. Van held tight to the hand he brushed up against. Under the tiny bed, he looked at me with those eyes that sparkled even in the dark, and we realized our faces were only a foot apart now. The atmosphere changed. The laughter stopped and we stared at each other, mouths falling open, eyes darting to and from each other’s lips as we realized what we really wanted to do.

“Just what the HELL are you two doing in here?” A guy, not Kyle, but still British, shouted as he walked into the room. Van and I hit our heads on the underside of the bedframe looming above us as he walked in, and we grimaced and grumbled in pain. The guy dragged Van out from underneath the bed by his feet, and Van yelped, “Larry, stop!” In a high pitched voice.

“Mate, we’ve gotta keep you in sight. Straighten up.” Larry turned to me and said, “And as for you, miss, don’t let him drink anything else.”

***

11:00p.m.

We had found the wine in Kyle’s bedroom and we stashed a bottle of champagne and a bottle of red wine behind the fireplace screen for later, whenever that would be. At Larry’s request, we had stopped drinking. He’d even given me his number just in case Van had decided otherwise and needed to be given a talking-to by Larry. And although we were now just tipsy instead of drunk, Van continued the touching. Brushing fingers up and down my arm, holding my hands even when we weren’t walking anywhere.

We both sat close, thighs touching, Van’s arm around me on the little couch someone had dragged from inside the living room to the backyard. Most everyone was inside the house now, waiting around for more alcohol to arrive since Van had mixed up most of the stuff they had before. He told me earlier he slipped Kyle some money to pay for what he mussed up.

Underneath the blue and green lights Kyle had strung up earlier that day, we sat in silence for a while and watched the people inside have conversations and go about their drunkened business.

Van spoke up first, his voice low. “You’ve got less than an hour to go.”

“Mmm?” I murmured, drawn from the quiet by his raspy voice.

“Your wallet.” He replied.

“Yeah? Haven’t checked the time in a while, what with being distracted and all.” I shot him a small smirk.

“Distracted?” Van played like he didn’t know what I meant.

“Oh, ya know, drunk dancing, bumping into Kyle, looking for the wine, et cetera, et cetera.”

“Speaking of Kyle - that was a nice talk you two had. That art stuff, I mean. Don’t know much about it, but I vibed with the idea that emotional experiences have effects on how people perceive things.” He continued as he pulled a pack of cigarettes out of his back pocket and fumbled for a lighter. “Atmosphere means a lot to anyone who’s on the receiving end of a work, whatever that work may be.” He lit the cigarette. “And that simplicity and elegance, right, from seeing the true potential realized, that’s what people look for.” He blew a puff of smoke to the sky.

Van looked so beautiful in the soft blue-green light the overhead strands cast on his face. I took a finger and traced over the line of his nose, across his lips, and down to his chin. He watched me intently. I traced across his jawline, almost to his earlobe, and down his neck to the collar bone poking out of his shirt. I put my hand down and gave him a small smile.

“In every building I design I take the experiences I’ve had in my own life and I use what I feel to create the aura that people feel when they walk in. There’s only one first impression. It’s got to count.”

“Your first impression was an interesting one, love, how you proper slithered a book out from under my arm today in the library so casually. Real talent there,” Van chuckled.

My eyes almost popped out of my head. “You were awake? Why didn’t you say anything?”

“For the same reason you didn’t try to talk to me! Strange way to meet a person, yeah?” He smiled and took another puff from the cig.

I checked my watch. 11:50p.m.

Larry came over to us and sat down next to Van. “People’re gettin’ antzy, ay? Great party, great vibes. Love the lights.” Boy, Larry talked fast. He lit up a cigarette as well and motioned to the people inside, capturing Van in a banterous conversation about guitars and sets or something. A little left out, I stood up and walked into the house partly to get away from the smoke, and partly to give Van some alone time with Larry. Walking away from Van was physically difficult; his warmth had been so near to me all night that lack of it was uncomfortable. I realized just how chilly the April night had gotten.

I found the bottles of wine behind the fireplace screen and thought about popping the champagne. There wasn’t really a reason to, though. Maybe when I got my wallet back! I chuckled to myself. I meandered around the house, trying to find some other of Van’s friends like Bondy or Benji or Bob to speak to, but they were nowhere to be found.

I circled around back to the living room, about to go outside through the sliding glass doors to the backyard. Arms tightened around my waist just as I was about to pass the threshold, and a voice whispered in my ear, “I believe I have something of yours.” I twist around and there Van is with my wallet in his outstretched hand. I wiggled my hips a little as he handed it over. I smiled and hugged him. “Thank you so much for finally giving this back! Took me forever to get it.”

“You’re welcome, love.” He stood there, a little awkwardly. I didn’t really know what to say. Maybe we were done here. After all, most of the stuff we did involved us being drunk and not particularly normal. Maybe that’s just what Van did at parties.

“Well…. I’ve had such a lovely time tonight…. See you soon, then” I replied. I slowly started to turn around and walk toward the door, a little disappointed that the night was over.

“Y/N, wait! You’re gonna miss the best part!” Van called after me.

I turned back around to face him. “What do you mean? Isn’t the party over at midnight? Like, now?” His actions were confusing me.

He looked at me with an expression I couldn’t place. “The show?” He questioned.

“What show?”

“Catfish and the Bottlemen. Please stay and watch!”

I wanted to stay with him, but I didn’t really want to watch one of the crappy bands that usually played at the university parties here.

“Van, I’ve never really heard of them, and the name sounds a bit odd…. Maybe next time? It’s kind of late…” I was starting to feel funny. He was pressing about this. I looked back up at him, and he looked very disappointed. He turned and briskly walked outside, bolting into the crowd looking a little angry. Or determined?

I headed outside shortly after Van, and he pushed through the small crowd to get to the front of the stage, probably before the band started playing. I shook my head. I took a right and was walking across the yard along the side of the house until I heard someone speak up on the microphone right as I was about to exit the yard.

“Hi everyone, I’m Van from Catfish and the Bottlemen, and this song’s called Kathleen” he said, breathing heavily from the run up to the stage. I stopped in my tracks and slowly pivoted. There he was, on stage! With a guitar! With Bondy and Benji and Bob!

As Van sang the first lines, my mouth was still hanging wide open. I walked back to the small crowd that had gathered in Kyle’s backyard. Out of nowhere, a hand grabbed my arm from the outskirts of the crowd and helped me move toward the front. I twisted my head over my shoulder and realized Larry was the one pushing me up there. As soon as he stopped pushing me, I was right there in the front, and could register what was happening.

His voice was incredible. Raspy when it got louder, and so smooth and effortless at the same time because he sang what he knew with such raw emotion. He was probably waking up everyone in the neighborhood with those pipes, and he didn’t seem embarrassed at all, though he didn’t really need to be. He was the best I’d ever seen live.

***

1:00a.m.

The show had been amazing, nothing like I’d ever seen before. The blue lights beaming down on Van and the boys created an atmosphere so cool and beyond heavenly. Van had made eye contact with me so much during the show, and at one point it was so sensual that I felt a little self-conscious. The last riff of a song called Tyrants was played and Van hopped down off the stage right in front of me, dripping sweat with Larry trying to pat him with a towel. He shooed Larry off and put an arm around my waist, pulling me toward him and pushing our hips together. “How was that for a first impression?” He asked. He ran his tongue across his lips before he crashed them onto mine in a short, but hot, kiss. Everyone watched and some people even gasped.

“How bout summa that champagne?” He grinned, and brushed his nose up against mine; I just nodded, still in awe of the aura he created and the fact that he just kissed me in it.

Larry had already thought ahead to bring a bottle nearby; he gave it to Van, and it was popped right there. The foam ran into the grass, cork nowhere to be found, and he held it to my lips to drink.

***

?:??a.m.

Stumbling through the streets of Kyle’s neighborhood, Van and I laughed and bantered and slurred our way up against many a tree to kiss each other senseless. We had lost the other boys a while ago on their way to find some fried food. We ran through the alleys of the neighborhood, trying not to hit our then-stashed bottles of wine on anything. My feet were getting tired. Van tried to carry me through the dark city streets, but he was stumbling too and couldn’t get very far. He teetered over a little too far with me in his arms and I dropped the champagne bottle. It shattered piercingly loud on the street, green glass flecking everywhere into a million pieces. They reflected in the wet pools of water left by the downpour earlier. Our eyes met again, and I dropped onto my feet and shouted “Run!”

We bolted down the alleyway and turned the corner just as lights were coming on where we had been seconds before.

After a few minutes of running and huffing and puffing and a few more hot stolen kisses against dimly lit lamp posts, we had arrived at my apartment complex. I fumbled for my keys as Van kissed my neck from behind.

Once inside my apartment, I set everything down and took the bottle of red wine from Van’s hands - the last bottle left from the party - while he looked around my place curiously. I poured us two glasses of the thick red wine.

Van sat down in my desk chair and stared at the piano keyboard. “Do you play?”

“Why else would it be in my apartment?” I gave him a coy smile.

He scooted off the chair to sit on the floor while I took the chair. I started playing some of Pachelbel’s Canon in D, my favorite classical song. Van was enraptured with the way my fingers glided across the keys, hitting every note perfectly. Under the warm yellow lights of my desk, he smiled and set his head against my thigh as I played him many a composition. His eyes glistened, probably as mine did earlier when I watched him have a hand at his own craft.

We sat like that for a while as I played. Van peered up at me through long eyelashes, watching me concentrate on tunes I hadn’t attempted in a while. Chuckling when I hit a very wrong key.

When I had exhausted my repertoire, Van took to looking through my vinyls I set up on a table near the balcony of my tiny studio apartment. I sat at the table, sipping my red wine, listening to him murmur “good record” or “don’t know this one” and the like. I started sketching on some scrap paper. Drawing a mass of green and blue meeting a warm abstraction of yellow and orange. I overlayed some geometric shapes on top of the swirls of color.

Van plopped on top of my bed next to my desk, setting his wine glass on the nightstand. The wine was gone from his glass. I realized he had also thoughtfully corked the bottle and put it on the counter.

I moved to put my glass on the floor next to the piano keyboard, still a little wine left in it. I climbed on the bed next to Van; he sat up. Never breaking eye contact, I slid the same leather jacket I had tried so hard not to come into contact with earlier off his shoulders. He put his hands on either side of my face and kissed me delicately.

He pulled away from me and helped me lay onto the bed next to him. He pulled off his shoes and socks and placed them neatly at the foot of the bed, and then did the same for mine. He climbed back onto the bed, lying on his side, head propped up with one elbow. He reached out and ran one of my cube earrings through his fingers.

“You’re gorgeous, you know.” Once again, it was he who spoke up. I smiled and thanked him quietly. “You’re not so bad yourself,” I said. After a pause, I kept on: “I had a really great time tonight. You’re lovely. The more time I’ve spent with you the more I’ve realized I’ve never had someone get on with me so well. It just worked today.” Van’s subsequent lean-in for a long, passionate kiss was his answer to that.

When we broke the kiss for air, I sat up. “Hold on. I have to do something before I forget.” He stared at me as I got up, sleepily walked over to my desk, and sat down. I opened the first drawer of my old worn desk next to the piano we just played together, grabbing my black leather journal, not unlike Van’s jacket. I picked up the glass of wine from the floor and set it next to the journal. I grabbed a pen from this old ceramic cup I made forever ago, and began to write this epic. I drained the glass of wine.

And here we are.

You look up at Van, who’s been patiently waiting for you to finish writing. He didn’t ask questions. He probably does the same thing when he gets song ideas. He’s hunched over something on the other side of the bed, looking perfectly at ease. You get up from your desk, and peel off your jeans. Van takes this as a cue to return his attention to you, nevermind whatever he was doing before. He watches you as you return the cube earrings to your jewelry box and brush out your hair. His eyes ask permission that he can strip down to his own makeshift pajamas. You nod ever so slightly and walk into the bathroom. You take off your bra and put on a bigger, warm black t-shirt over your skin. You take off the little bit of makeup you had on, brush your teeth and look at yourself in the mirror, loving how mussed your hair looks from staying out so late. When you return to the main room, Van is already under the silky sheets and most of his clothes are strewn across the floor.

You climb under too, and love the feel of your skin on his. He wraps his arms around you and the both of you drift off into a fulfilling sleep.

****

The piercing light of the sun through the windows blinded you at an ungodly hour. A voice said, “go back to sleep, love,” and drew the curtains. The voice left to have a smoke on the tiny balcony.

****

You awaken to the side of the bed being much too cold for your liking. The night before is a blur; you remember some things… you remember a boy…. He was in a band… You may have slept with him. You stand up from the bed, body aching from a hangover. You sit at your desk and start to read the journal at the open page.

Memory refreshed, you stand to make yourself some breakfast. You’re a little surprised; Van left no note. You wonder if he was just in it for last night only. He didn’t seem like the type to do that, but at least you’re glad you didn’t do anything but kiss him.

Breakfast was delicious - eggs and avocado salt and peppered on toast, and a heaping bowl of fruit.

You sat back on the bed with a full stomach, contemplating everything. At last, you decided that if he wanted to leave and be done with it, then so be it. No chance in chasing someone who doesn’t want to be committed. You’re disappointed, but at least he didn’t bail later when you were more emotionally invested. Although he spent the night with you. Played a show and wanted you to stay. Looked through your records. And played piano with you. And ran through the alleyways wasted, kissing you dirty up against light posts like you’ve never been kissed before. Sigh.

You open the El Croquis book that was on the nightstand and start flipping through the beautiful photos of built projects, reveling in the precisions of the plans and the ways the sites were mapped. You came across some wild projects that would probably influence your later work. They had everything you wanted in a project, all that stuff you said to Van last night.

You sit there flipping through the glossy pages for more than an hour, reading dissertations and examining the plans. This was one of the best journals that El Croquis had ever released. You were saddened as you made it to the end of the journal; that same feeling you get when you want to finish a book as quickly as possible because it gets so good, but then you’re sad when there’s no story left.

You flip to the last page, and gasp.

Taped over the back inside binding is the sketch you made last night, of the green and blue and yellow with the shapes overlayed. New lines inside the shapes denoted pockets of rooms, and new thicker lines showed boundaries of places, and soon you realize the sketch had been made into a rudimentary version of Kyle’s house, and parts of his neighborhood you got lost in, and your apartment. Van had studied the El Croquis to produce a mapping of your journey together while you had written about the same journey; your roles had reversed. Scrawled above what you both had drawn, he wrote simply, “El Croquis forgot one.”

You closed the book, smile beaming, and you hopped off the bed, walked around it, and your foot hit something solid. You realized a little something was peeking out from under the bed skirt…. Van’s phone. How ironic.

Immediately, you dial Larry’s number.

“Hello? Y/N?” a confused Larry answers. You can hear Van speaking in the background.

“Hi Larry. Could you hand me over to Van real quick?” You say in a chipper voice.

“Yeah, sure. One second.”

The phone crackles as it’s being handed from person to person until it reaches Van.

“Heeello?”

“I believe I have something of yours.”

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