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missmorosis · 3 years

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sick manager :)

-> feat. bokuto, oikawa, and tsukishima

part 2 with sugawara and kuroo here!

personally i loved writing these, so lmk if you want a part 2 with other characters 👀

TW: PASSING OUT :))

To sum up how you felt in one word, you were exhausted. You were physically overworked; pushed to your limit with tons of schoolwork, stress, extracurriculars, and on top of that, you were your school's volleyball team manager. You were merely a first year, but you did your job well, and the entire team loved you.

You had tried to power through the classes, running with just two hours of sleep. Work was starting to pile up, so you had no time for sleep.

You felt yourself falling asleep during lectures, curling up on the grass for quick naps during lunch, and throughout the day, you had the worst headache.

With luck, you managed to make it through, but you still had hours of volleyball ahead of you. You blinked hard, trying to get rid of the sleepiness clouding your head. Your head pounded, and nothing was really registering in your brain.

There was no denying it, you were sick.

It was bound to happen sooner or later, but it was still annoying. You didn't want to miss the day's volleyball practice, because you had an upcoming game, so you decided to just push through and deal with it.

Ignoring how bad your head hurt, you slung your bag over your shoulder and walked out of the classroom.

"Hey, hey, hey!" Bokuto, someone you recognized as the captain of the team you were the manager for, spotted you from a distance and was already bouncing, beaming as he waved. You smiled back with a small wave. He didn't mind that you didn't match his enthusiasm; he was used to it, so he didn’t find anything suspicious about it.

The two of you walked down to the gym, Bokuto talking animatedly the whole way there in the background. You didn't mind though, it was nice to just listen. However, every word he chirped bore into your brain, seeming to echo.

You didn’t want to be rude, but you couldn’t help but try to drown out his voice by focusing on your surroundings.

A green bush. A tall tree. A group of students.

“Y/N?” Bokuto waved his hand in front of your face, and you looked up at the mention of your name.

“Hm? Sorry, sorry, I’m just... oh, we’re here!” you said, quickly changing the subject. You didn’t want him to worry, and it was no big deal anyways... You could finally see the gym, and you let out a sigh of relief. It felt like the short walk was actually several miles long.

You finally made it-

Shoot.

A sudden dizzy spell overtook you. Shutting your eyes tight, you stumbled on your own feet, your legs giving out beneath you. No, no, no....

"Y/N!" Bokuto yelped as he caught you. He pulled you close to him, and whimpering, you leaned on his chest, trying to stay conscious.

“Sorry...” you breathed softly, just trying to focus on the way Bokuto’s chest went up, and down.

Up... and down. You shut your eyes tighter as a wave of your headache hit. Bokuto’s arms around you were definitely helping you stay standing, and you were thankful. Up... and down.

Then you slumped into his arms.

...

The second your eyes opened again, you were knocked back with a hug. You grunted at the unexpected impact, but smiled when you realized it was Bokuto.

"Y/N! You're awake!" Bokuto yelled, his voice watery with relief. "I thought you died," he sobbed, and you hugged him tight.

"I'm fine, I promise," you said with a laugh. "Just... thirsty." Bokuto leaped to get you a glass of water as fast as he could.

While he was gone, you looked around to see that you were in the nurse's office. You could just imagine Bokuto running with you unconscious in his arms, and you smiled at the thought.

Bokuto came back with the promised water, and he lay a hand on you to check up on your temperature.

"You're really burning up... why didn't you tell me you were sick?" he asked, pouting.

"I didn't want you to worry... I thought I would be fine, and that I would make it through practice." He shook his head.

"I want to know, okay?" You nodded with a smile.

"How long was I unconscious?" He thought for a second before responding.

"Only for a couple seconds, but you were kinda drowsy so we made you rest. It's been a couple hours now." You immediately got up.

"Practice isn't over yet?" you asked, still hopeful. Maybe you could at least stay for an hour? It was better than noth-

"Y/N..." he sad warningly, and you knew going wasn't an option.

"Fine..."

"Good," he responded, satisfied with your answer.

Walking out of the classroom, you met eyes with Oikawa Tooru, who immediately lit up at the sight of you. His smile immediately turned into a frown, immediately noticing something was different about you, given how perceptive he was.

"What's wrong?" he questioned slowly, and you shook your head.

"Nothing's wrong, Tooru... I'm just tired," you said, but he looked at you suspiciously.

“You should take a break,” he reminded you gently, and you shook your head, no matter how tempted you were.

“I really can’t, I’ve got… a lot to do. But I’m fine, I swear,” you assured him, gesturing towards the gym, despite the sick feeling in your body. You swallowed, trying to swallow the dizziness. “Let’s go!” You tried for a smile, and Oikawa responded with a hesitant one, finally deciding to let it go.

Starting to walk towards the gym with the volleyball player following close behind, you shook your head, trying to shake out the growing light-headed feeling that you dreaded. It wouldn’t go away.

Shutting your eyes as tight as you could, you didn’t even notice that you stopped walking until someone tapped your shoulder.

“Hm?” You peeked your eyes open slightly to notice Oikawa standing next to you.

“Y/N-chan?” His face was written all over with concern.

“Sorry, I just…” You laughed sheepishly, trying to shrug it off, but the pain was beginning to be way too much. “I.. just…” you tried to say, but you were unable to finish as you swayed to one side, tripping over your own feet trying to stay standing. You heard Oikawa's yelp as he rushed to catch you, and you blinked slowly before passing out completely.

...

As soon as you woke up, you found yourself in your own bedroom. When you got up, wondering how you got there, you were met with Oikawa's frown.

"When was the last time you had at least seven hours of sleep?" he asked, disapproval in his eyes as he pushed you back into bed. You gave a shy smile.

"Maybe... two weeks ago?" Oikawa gasped dramatically before tutting in distaste.

"You need to sleep, or else your health will plummet," he said, shaking his head. Of course, at that moment, your headache had to come back. You winced and shut your eyes, burying your face into your hands. "What's wrong?" You shook your head with a sigh.

"My head's killing me," you admitted. "It's been like this all day."

"Wha- Y/N," he scolded, leaving the room. Where was he going? Ah. He came back with some medicine and a thermometer.

"Thanks." You swallowed the medicine, and Oikawa immediately forced the thermometer into your mouth.

"103.2?! Y/N, you'll be here for a good three days. I'm not ever letting you leave your bed until you get better, and I won't leave either." You laughed at his motherly antics.

"But what about pract-" you started, but Oikawa shushed you.

"Think of it as a much needed break." You stared at him.

"Did you at least go today?"

"No, of course not! You were freaking unconscious, I can't go and hit some good serves if I know that my precious Y/N could possibly be in pain," he said with a pout.

"Aw, Tooru..." You kissed his cheek. "You're too swee-" He pushed you back into your pillows, pulling the covers up before you could finish.

"Now rest up, Y/N-chan."

You glanced at your phone; you still had an hour until volleyball practice...

A little nap wouldn't hurt, right?

You found a nice, private corner, and huddled up. Using your backpack as a pillow, you fell asleep almost instantly.

Some time later, Tsukishima was walking by, on his way to practice. His eyes spotted you asleep in the corner, and he smirked.

"Idiot," he muttered under his breath, laughing to himself softly. "Hey, get up, Y/N." He flicked his finger on your forehead, and laughed when you began to stir awake.

"Mm?" Your voice was raspy from both sickness and sleepiness, and you blinked your eyes, trying to adjust. You shielded your face from the light with your hand, and you finally made out Tsukki's tall figure kneeling in front of you. "Oh, hi Tsukki..." He held out his hand with a smug smile, offering to help you up.

You groaned when you realized that the nap didn't make your headache go away. Getting up too fast, you swayed for a good two seconds; Tsukki's hands were on your shoulders, trying to steady you.

"Ten bucks you don't make it through practice without passing out," he joked, but you had a feeling he was going to be ten dollars richer soon enough. You nodded sleepily, but quickly froze.

"Wait- am I late for practice?" You frantically dug your phone out, sighing in relief when you learned that you still had ten minutes to spare.

"What, you think I would be late?" Tsukishima said, jokingly. "But anyways, I'm not letting you go to practice today. Clearly you need rest... and..." His hand rested on your forehead, and he nodded. "Like I thought, you have a fever." You swatted his hand away.

"Today's practice is important, I can't miss it. I'll be fine, Tsukki, since when do you worry about me?" You turned around, heading towards the gym, when your head hurt just a bit too much. You winced, and faster than your brain could process what was happening, you were already falling to the ground and everything went dark.

...

"Oh, you're awake." You opened your eyes and saw Tsukishima waiting for you. You were in the nurse's office from the looks of it, and Tsukishima got up with some water and medicine.

"Here, take this." You nodded and followed his command.

"Thanks," you said, rubbing your head.

"Hm. You know how you asked when I started to worry about you?" he asked, sticking a thermometer into your mouth.

"Hm? Oh... yeah." You recalled how you had said something like that right before you passed out. You took the thermometer out and glanced at the temperature.

103.2. You hid the thermometer behind your back, knowing Tsukki would not be happy with your temperature.

"The answer was always; I always care about you, even if I don't seem like it."

"Wow, Tsukki..." It surprised you; you never thought you would hear anything nice coming out of Tsukishima's mouth.

"Also, you act like a five year old sometimes, people can't help but worry about you," he added. You rolled your eyes, but you couldn't help but smile. "Now hand over the thermometer. I didn't forget." Sighing, you reluctantly gave it to him.

"Welp, will you at least cuddle with me until I get better?" you asked with pleading eyes.

"Come on, Y/N. You're contagious..." You pouted, and he sighed. "Fine."

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theangriestpea · 5 years

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Crowned : three

Summary: Two blonde princesses, two dark-haired princes, and one plotting marquess. Lily is in love with a secret admirer. Shanna doesn’t want to ascend to the throne. Jughead wants to spend the day writing poetry. Sweet Pea would rather be out on his horse. And Reggie just wants to be king. <ao3> <masterlist>

Pairing: Sweet Pea x OC, Jughead Jones x OC

Word Count: 7.6k+

Warnings: smut (now with actual plot!), unprotected sex (wrap it up xoxo)

A/N: This is way longer than I intended. :x

Part Three: Happiness

Hazel eyes flew open as gasps of air escaped her open mouth. The crown princess of the Northside kingdom sat up and ran a hand damp with cold sweat through her hair. Another night, another nightmare. Her heart banged painfully in her chest, the sound hammering loudly in her ears.

Someone knew her secret. What she did. Someone knew and was threatening to blackmail her.

Shortly after being comforted by her little sister, Shanna found a handwritten note in her bedroom that read: I know what you and the prince have done. You will give me what I want or else the whole kingdom will know how much of a whore you are.

It plagued her twenty-four seven over the course of the past three days. No other demands had been made yet. She had no idea who this could be or what they wanted. What she did know was that if anyone found out about her sleeping with Prince Sweet Pea, then it would ruin the alliance the North and South had for the time being. They needed their army. Her kingdom could fall without it.

She’d been waking up almost every hour during the night and she knew she was starting to look terrible because of it. Not only because of the nightmares but also because just the thought of Sweet Pea had her eyes tearing up. She felt so miserable.

Lily had noticed the decline in her sister��s mental health. She tried to get her to talk about what was happening, but Lavender just would shut her out. She knew there had to be more going on than what she happened with the Southside prince.

Shanna laid back down and stared up at her ceiling. She was afraid to close her eyes. She was afraid to fall asleep just to see her kingdom in ruins again. Overrun by Greendale and its horrid queen. Her family dead. Nothing left to her name but the smoldering rubble that was once her home.

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“What color scheme were you thinking for the wedding, Princess Shanna?” The wedding planner asked as she jotted down various notes. It was the first official day of planning. There had so far been talks of location and time. The king and princes discussed treaty finalities before the wedding process could begin. The time had finally come to start getting the ceremony together.

Shanna was exhausted. Despite the heavy amounts of concealer under her eyes, there were dark circles prominent under them. It was obvious that something was bothering her. Despite this she answered the questions, “lavender and sea foam green.” She replied.

The young Lodge woman looked up at the princess, her expression skeptical. “Your highness, if I may be so bold, I believe jewel colors would be more appropriate than pastels. Ruby red, emerald green, onyx. They are more sophisticated than pastels. How about a deep purple instead?”

“You may not be so bold.” Shanna practically snapped at her, “I want pastels.”

“Your father mentioned that he’d prefer darker, more regal colors, Princess.” Veronica said in an attempt to reason with her. “It is a more customary tradition. How about royal blue and gold to match the family crest?”

Shanna’s tired eyes narrowed. “No. I hate the family colors. I don’t care what my father wants, it’s my wedding. It’s the only wedding I’m ever going to get and I want lavender and sea foam!”

Ronnie could tell she wasn’t going to get anywhere with the princess. She looked to the crown prince instead. “Prince Forsythe…please, talk some sense into her.”

Jughead looked between the two girls. “It is Princess Shanna’s wedding day. She can have whatever she wants. Including a pastel color theme. We can always get another planner if you’re not willing to do it.”

“N-No, your highness, I can do it. Pastels sound lovely, I’m sure the king will understand.” She said after his threat. This was her first royal wedding and she need it to go well in order to get hired by other kingdoms. She only landed this job because her father was a powerful duke from York.

Shanna let out an aggravated sigh, not appreciating the fact that her fiancé’s word held more weight than her own. Jughead glanced at her, noticing how tired she looked. They had been going at this for an hour and a half now. He supposed she could use some rest.

“Why don’t we stop here for the day? The princess looks like she could use a break.” Jughead said, giving Ronnie a look that dared her to say no.

Veronica shuffled her papers together before nodding, “yes, Prince Forsythe, this is a good stopping point. We can continue on tomorrow. Is that alright, Princess Shanna?” She asked, wanting to include the princess in the decision.

Shanna sighed. It didn’t matter if they did more today or tomorrow. She’d be just as distracted and drained then as she was now. “That’s fine.” She finally muttered before standing. “If you’ll excuse me, I have other things I need to do.”

The princess turned and left without another word, disappearing into the corridor while the prince gave a worried look to her retreating back.

In an attempt to find out what was going on with his betrothed, Jughead sought out the woman he truly loved. Though he could not deny that the predicament they were in was putting strain on all of them, he did not understand why Shanna seemed so sleep deprived. He wanted to make sure everything was alright and he knew for a fact that she wouldn’t open up to him herself.

He found the younger sister observing a painting of the late queen in the hallway. She was looking at the deceased with such fondness, as if hoping the painting would come alive and respond. He did not know much about the queen’s passing, just that an illness had overcome her shortly after giving birth to Lily. The king had never remarried.

“Princess Lillian.” Jughead said with a soft smile to break the girl out of her reverie. Lily’s head turned to look at him. She did not smile back. Instead a very firm look of dissatisfaction was one her face. He wondered if this was because he had been too busy to see her the past few days.

He noted that they were alone and thought it okay to proceed. The prince stepped up to her and took her face in his hands, dipping down to try to plant a kiss on her soft lips.

A delicate finger came up to press against his mouth to stop him. Jughead gave her a quizzical look. “Do not kiss me, prince. Not until you fix this.” She said in a tone that was light but lined with a sharp edge.

Jughead wasn’t sure what he needed to fix. He pulled away from her with a disappointed look. “I apologize for not coming to you sooner. I have been busy with negotiations with your father and wedding planning. I haven’t had time to seek you out until today.”

Lily continued to frown, “that is not what I mean. I know you’ve had a full schedule. I mean you need to talk to your brother. I will not accept any affections from you until you fix whatever it is going on between him and my sister.”

“There’s something going on between them?” Jughead asked, confounded. “I thought they barely tolerated one another. They’ve both been acting distant but I thought it was just the engagement. He doesn’t want to settle down and she knows I care about you.” He honestly had no idea what she was talking about. Shanna and Sweet Pea always bickered when he saw them together.

A look of clear frustration passed over her, “do you two not talk? You don’t know anything about what happened a few days ago? In the stable?”

The prince continued to stare at her with confusion. “My brother and I aren’t exactly close, Lily. We don’t really talk about relationships. What happened?”

“They had sex, Jughead!” Lily said, throwing her hands up in exasperation at how clueless he was. “They had sex and he just left her there afterwards and was a complete asshole! You’ve seen her more than I have these past few days, she looks so sick! I know she’s hurting and I’m not going to kiss you or anyone else until she’s no longer in pain.”

He was completely dumbfounded. “Wait…Sweet Pea deflowered your sister? And then left her? Why would he do that?”

“I don’t know! He’s your brother! She won’t open up to me anymore. She’s completely closed herself off.” Lily said, trying to keep her voice low to make sure no one else heard them. “So you better talk to him and make him apologize to her before she gets sick.”

Jughead pinched the bridge of his nose before sighing. He felt like he was forever cleaning up his brother’s messes. It was so bothersome. Of course he didn’t care that he had slept with his bride to be. He didn’t care if she was a virgin or not when they got married. He just didn’t want to deal with this. He’d rather be spending time with Lily instead. “Alright. I will go talk to him and see what happened. Once they make up, can we please kiss?”

Lily flashed him a satisfied smile, “We can kiss until our lips turn blue, your highness.” She said happily. “Whenever my sister is happy again and doesn’t look like a total mess.”

After a brief search of the castle, the oldest prince found his brother in the strategy room that held the war table. He was looking down at the figurines on it pensively, hand on his chin as he went over strategic moves in his head. Sweet Pea was always the better strategist. It was his job to lead the army. Soon he would be accepting the role of training the Northside ranks so that they’d be up to par in a fight with Greendale.

“Sweet Pea, is there something you’d like to tell me?” Jughead asked, hoping that he’d just confess to whatever it was that he did. His brother ignored him, moving one of the horsed figures to another territory on the table.

Sweet Pea had a distinct feeling that Jughead had found out about him sleeping with his fiancée. “No.” He replied coolly, eyes roving over the positions of the figurines.

Jughead let out an annoyed sigh, “Nothing about popping the princess’ cherry?” He asked, his tone a little harder to iterate the fact that he wasn’t going to accept a cold shoulder.

The dark prince stiffened before glancing over his shoulder at his older brother. “I didn’t pop her cherry.” He said in a gruff tone. Why did Jughead care anyway? He was infatuated with Lily.

“Lily told me you two slept together in the stable. Are you saying she lied?” Jughead pressed further.

“No. We had sex in the stable because she practically ordered me to. She just wasn’t a virgin. I didn’t take that from her, someone else did.” Sweet Pea clarified. He wasn’t about to take the fall for taking her virginity. She could explain that to them herself.

Jughead felt another wave of confusion wash over him. “Wait, she wasn’t a virgin? Why did she make you have sex with her?”

Sweet Pea almost commented that she didn’t force him to do anything. He was a more than willing participant. He decided not to though. “I didn’t believe her when she said she wasn’t. Not at first. But, she was telling the truth. She wasn’t in any pain when I entered her and there was no blood. As to why, she heard how good my dick was and wanted it for herself.”

The prince decided to ignore how crude his brother was being. Shanna wasn’t a virgin like the king thought? Then who was her first? The fact that she had sex wasn’t a big deal, but he was worried about what her former partner would do about the engagement. Would he try to ruin the alliance?

“Alright, why did you leave her there? Lily says you treated her like an asshole afterwards.” Jughead asked, hoping he’d get a straight forward answer.

Sweet Pea’s body visibly tensed. He didn’t want to tell anyone why he left. He didn’t dare to say it out loud. Jughead crossed his arms and tapped his foot, a show that he wasn’t in the mood for being patient. “She’s my fiancée, I have the right to know why you hurt her. Have you even seen her lately? She looks like she hasn’t slept in days.”

His stomach twisted painfully at the thought of her hurting. Jughead seemed to care about her well-being as well, although that was somewhat expected since he needed her well to ascend the throne. The Southside needed money. Most of their resources had been exhausted. They had just finished negotiations for food and supplies to be sent down to the south just yesterday.

“I left because I enjoyed it.” He admitted in a voice that was softer than usual. “I enjoyed laying with her and holding her. It was peaceful.” He turned his head away from Jughead as a blush crept up his neck. “I’m not supposed to feel that way about anyone, especially the crown princess.”

Jughead’s expression softened. Sweet Pea always became a massive jerk whenever he was met with feelings that confused him. Jug knew this from experience. No wonder he had acted the way he did, it was what was natural to him. He briefly wondered if Sweet Pea felt that he shouldn’t be feeling the way he did because Shanna was betrothed to someone else or if it was because it was his brother that she was promised to. Perhaps it was a mix of both.

“You care about her.” Jughead said, watching as Sweet Pea flinched at the thought. “It doesn’t bother me. Just as me wanting to be with Lily doesn’t bother you. All feelings I have for her are platonic.”

A sigh left Sweet Pea’s lips as he leaned forward against the table, putting his hands on the tabletop to support himself. “Why pursue something that can never happen?” He asked in a biting tone. “What is the point?”

“Happiness,” Jughead replied simply. “Even if it is fleeting. Plus, who is to say we can’t swap wives every now and then once the deal is done?” The question was more of a joke than a serious inquiry. There was never a doubt in his mind that he and Lily couldn’t be together secretly. Even if their meetings were only under the cover of night.

Sweet Pea gave him an incredulous look. What would happen to the kingdoms if they were caught? In theory, Jughead and Shanna would be the ruling monarchs. Their word would trump all. Still they had the loyalty of the people to think about. Would they lose the element of trust from the other Lords if word got out? It was so much to think about.

“Shanna is sick.” Jughead stated, hoping to rattle his brother into action. “She’s pale and though she tries to cover it with makeup, there’s dark circles under her eyes. Something is going on with her and she won’t tell Lily anything. Apologize to her. Extend an olive branch. If the king notices that his daughter is ill then he might call the whole thing off.”

He didn’t want that to happen. Not with everything that was at stake. Sweet Pea decided to heed his brother and nodded. “Alright. Fine. I’ll talk to her. What makes you think she’ll even listen to me?”

Jughead rolled his eyes before pointing out the obvious, “because she cares about you too.”

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Shanna was decked in her typical riding gear as she entered the royal stable. She had stayed away from her horse for as long as she could bear. The past few days she’d been avoiding the building, thinking she’d run into the prince there. Her fractured heart couldn’t take seeing his beautiful face.

Riding while this tired was not ideal. If she fell asleep and fell then she could seriously injure herself. However, Shanna was certain that she wouldn’t pass out. She’d gone this long without sleep, what was a few more hours? The horror hidden behind her eyelids drove her to keep them open.

Once inside she could hear the different noises from the horses. The mastication of hay, quiet nickers of contentment, and hooves stepping on the hard wooded floor. Shanna rubbed her weary eyes as she approached Persephone’s stall.

The horse’s head was not sticking over the door as it normally did whenever Shanna entered the barn. It was unusual to say the least.

So far the coast seemed clear. She had passed Dilton on the way in and exchanged pleasantries. He expressed concern for her riding while looking unwell, but she told him she was fine. She saw Hades first. He was taking a drink of water while swishing his tail to keep flies at bay.

Then, when her eyes moved to her own white beauty, she saw him. The dark prince in her prized horse’s stall. He was braiding her hair, entwining sprigs of lavender into the locks. The purple stood out gorgeously against the snow colored mane. Shanna stopped in her tracks, mouth agape as she watched him expertly work.

Maybe if she turned around she could leave before he noticed her. She was about to turn on her heel when he acknowledged her presence, “I was wondering when you’d show.”

The princess halted again, staring at the back of his head. He finished the strand he was working on before turning to face her. He laid a hand on Persephone’s back and patted her. She let out a contented sound in response. “Do you like it?”

Shanna just stared at him while she closed her mouth before she caught one of the flies buzzing around with it. He took in her appearance and he quickly realized that his brother was right. She was looking worse for wear. Dark shadows engulfed her eyes and they seemed cloudy with exhaustion. Her face seemed a few shades paler than it was just the other day, almost as if the blood had drained from it.

“It’s…beautiful.” She finally managed to say. Her eyes moved back to Persephone’s mane to take in the sight of the delicate work. He had done an excellent job, she couldn’t deny him that. “Why are you here?” She asked, daring to find out the truth behind his actions.

“I wanted to apologize.” Sweet Pea said, “and that’s not something I normally do so don’t get used to it.” He opened the door and let himself out. His hand reached out to cup her face, pulling her closer to him. Her head tilted into his touch before she could tell it not to.

Was this real? Did she fall asleep and was dreaming something other than destruction and ruin? “Sweet Pea…”

“You look like shit, Shanna.” He said bluntly. She pulled away from him angrily. It wasn’t as if she couldn’t see her own reflection. She knew exactly what she looked like. No one really had the gall to tell her outright how bad she looked though. Of course they didn’t, she was a princess.

Shanna turned her back to him and huffed as she crossed her arms over her chest, “What do you care?!” She snapped at him, not understanding him in the slightest.

She heard a heavy sigh leave him. “Look, I’m sorry I left the other day. I shouldn’t have. I’m an asshole, I know.”

Her shoulders fell slightly. “Why did you leave me?” She asked, her voice barely above a whisper. “Tell me the truth.”

“Because I don’t- We’re not supposed to be together. You’re engaged to my brother. I can’t have feelings for you.” Sweet Pea said, trying to explain to her why what they had done was a mistake. He heard her sniff back tears.

“That doesn’t stop Jughead from seeing Lily.” Shanna replied, her voice filled to the brim with hurt. “And if you felt that way to begin with, then why did you agree to have sex with me.”

Sweet Pea had thought that was obvious. “Because you’re a hot princess. How many guys can say they’ve slept with the heir to the thrown? Not that I can tell anyone.”

“Someone knows.” She blurted out as her body started to shake from anxiety.

He rolled his eyes, “I know. You told Lily and she told Jughead.”

“No!” Shanna cried out desperately, turning around to face him again. Tears were falling down her cheeks. “Not them, someone else. They slipped a note under my bedroom door. They said they know and that if I don’t give them what they want, then they’ll tell. Sweet Pea, it’ll ruin everything if it gets out. There will be no more alliance. My kingdom will fall. I can’t have that!”

So this is why she looked so distressed, he thought. Someone must have heard them and was using it against her. He grabbed her by her upper arms, gently squeezing them in an attempt to reassure her. “Shanna, breathe. Jughead and I won’t let that happen. We need this alliance just as much as you and Lily do. When is the last time you slept?”

His touch calmed her frayed nerves, dulling them so they weren’t so on end. She rubbed the salty fluid from her eyes. “Not since before I got the note. I just keep having nightmares about Greendale taking over and the one-eyed queen destroying everything. I can’t stand to see it anymore. My brain is torturing me with all the possibilities of things that could happen.”

Sweet Pea pulled her into him. Shanna resisted him at first but his scent forced her to relax against his broad chest. She breathed him in, closing her irritated eyes. His large hand rubbed her up and down her spine to soothe her. “Have they made any actual demands?”

“No, not yet.” She murmured, her hands coming up to clutch his shirt and cling to him. “I haven’t gotten another note. I don’t even know who it is.”

“It’s not the end of the world.” Sweet Pea said as he tightened his grip on her. “We’ll find out who it is and I’ll make sure they keep their mouth shut. In the meantime, you need to get some rest.”

Shanna felt like she was about to fall asleep against him, her grip loosening as her body relaxed. Her eyes slid closed. “I can’t sleep. I can’t.”

He ran a hand through her hair, “yes you can. I’ll be right here.” He bent down slightly to hook his arms under her knees and lift her up into his arms. Her head lulled against his chest and a small sigh of content left her lips.

“Someone will see,” She said as she began to protest. Shanna tried to keep her eyes open, trying to let the panic fuel her.

Sweet Pea shrugged, “I’ll say I found you passed out in the stable. I’m taking you to bed for your own good. No one will object to that. Now go to sleep.”

Shanna finally stopped fighting as she settled back down against him. Her heavy eyelids crashed down, relieving her dried out eyes. Sweet Pea wasn’t even out of the barn before she was asleep.

The prince looked down at her sleeping form, silently thinking to himself that she once again looked like an angel that had fallen to Earth. He hoped she would stay asleep and not wake up in a panic. Perhaps he would have to put off his strategizing a little bit longer just to make sure.

He sighed softly under his breath as to not wake her. How was he supposed to get work done for the king if he was having to take care of his daughter? This was such an inconvenience. Soon he would have to start training the troops and he couldn’t just leave any time she needed a nap.

Once inside the castle, he took her up to where her room was. On the way there he passed Lily who stepped in front of him to stop him in his tracks. He gave her an annoyed look. “Did you apologize, troll?” She asked harshly, using the insult that Shanna always used for him.

Sweet Pea rolled his eyes at the short girl. “Does it look like I apologized? Go kiss my brother so he’ll stop moping.” He said before moving past her to get to her room. Lily followed after him, still concerned.

“Why are you carrying her? Did she faint?” Lily asked, intruding into his personal bubble. Sweet Pea shot her an annoyed look but she didn’t step back.

“She’s been having nightmares so she hasn’t been sleeping. I told her to rest so she’s resting.” He replied, hoping she’d leave him alone. Now inside the room, he laid Shanna down. She turned onto her side and curled into a ball.

Lily was eying him suspiciously before shooing him out of the way. She started to take off her sister’s boots. “Help me undress her. She shouldn’t sleep in her riding clothes, they’re too tight.”

Sweet Pea gave her a skeptical look. “You’re asking me to help you undress your sister?” He asked for clarification.

“You’ve already seen her naked, haven’t you? Or was she lying to me when she said you took her virginity in the stable?” Lily snapped back at him as she struggled to get her older sister’s pants off.

He went rigid, “she told you I took her virginity?” He asked, anger spiking in his chest.

Lily stared at him for a moment before struggling once more. “Her exact words were I slept with Sweet Pea. But she’s never had sex before that.”

Sweet Pea was surprised that Lily didn’t know. “She wasn’t a virgin.” He quickly corrected her. “She told me she wasn’t. I wasn’t her first.” He helped her take the tight pants off so she’d quit jerking the sleeping girl. He was worried she’d wake her up at this point. “Let me do it, you’re going to wake her.”

Lily stepped back to let Sweet Pea work. She was at a loss of words. Why didn’t Lav tell her that she’d had sex? “Who was it?” She asked in a soft voice. “Who else did she sleep with?”

“You’ll have to ask her.” The young prince answered as he managed to carefully slip off her jacket. “I didn’t ask and she didn’t tell.”

Once Shanna was down to her underwear camisole, and sports bra, Sweet Pea sat down in a nearby chair. He gave Lily a bored look, signaling her that he really didn’t know anything else.

Lily’s eyes narrowed as she looked at him, “do you care about her?” She asked, not knowing what his true motives were. Certainly he seduced her into sleeping with him. Certainly it wasn’t Shanna’s idea to shack up in the stable of all places.

Sweet Pea sighed so hard that his shoulders slumped forward. It had always been incredibly difficult to talk about his feelings. This was however the woman he was going to marry. If he couldn’t talk to her then who could he talk to? “Yes,” He said after some deliberation. “I do.”

A smile brightened Lily’s once serious face. “Good. Then you can stay here and make sure she gets all the rest she needs. I need to go talk to your brother.”

He grumbled a few curses under his breath at her orders before sinking further into the plush chair. “Yes, your highness.”

Lily left the room and closed the door as gently as she could behind her as to not disturb the sleeping beauty. She looked up to see Prince Forsythe waiting outside for her. He had seen his brother carrying in the princess and wanted to see if everything was okay.

“How is she?” He asked, keeping his voice low to make sure that it didn’t carry. Lily blinked as her green eyes connected with his blue. Her blond lashes fanned out beautiful against her skin, eyes brimming with happiness as they reopened.

Lily grabbed his hand and squeezed it. “I think she will be just fine. As long as Sweet Pea stays with her and doesn’t leave again.”

Jughead leaned in, their lips inches apart. A buzz of anticipation passed through the air between them. “Let’s make our lips blue then, shall we?” He asked, not bothering to veil the lust in his tone.

She stopped him from getting any closer while a playful grin, “let’s do something even better.” His beloved began to pull him down to the next door that he knew led to her own bedroom.

He cocked a curious eyebrow at her as she opened it with her free hand. Her eyes ran along the expanse of the hall to make sure no one else was around to see them. When she was satisfied with her sweep, she yanked him inside. Jughead looked around the pink and green room.

It was nicer than his room in the Southside castle. That wasn’t very surprising though, the Northside kingdom had much more money. Her king sized bed was made with more pillows than he could possibly count. The plush duvet looked inviting with how crisp and clean it appeared to be.

The walls were littered with paintings and drawing that were mostly half finished. He spied an easel that had the starting of what he recognized as his own face. A small smile curled across his lips before he could process the fact that they were alone in Lily’s room.

Lily pulled him down by the back of the neck to plant a firm kiss on his lips. His focus shifted suddenly to the girl in front of him, arms wrapping around her waist, one hand planting firmly on her lower back. They stayed entangled for a few moments before she pulled away for a breath.

“My sister isn’t a virgin, so why should I be one?” Lily asked in an apprehensive voice. She was worried he’d judge her for wanting to throw herself into his arms.

At first, Jughead wasn’t sure what to make of her question. He knew what she was hinting at but he wasn’t how he felt about doing it in a way that wasn’t absolutely special. Sure they were in her bedroom, but he didn’t have any kind of plan in place.

He had previously convinced himself that he’d have to be satisfied with just kissing her, since it was unlikely that she’d want to go further. However, her presentation of the idea of them having sex had excitement crawling up his spine.

“Are you sure?” He asked with pure adoration in his eyes. “It may hurt. I don’t want to cause you harm.”

Lily smiled as she took a small step away from him. She reached behind her back and unzipped her dress, letting it fall slowly to the ground. Underneath was a light pink bustier with small white polka dots. Jughead’s breath caught in his throat as his eyes dared to travel lower to see that she was wearing matching lace underwear.

“I’m sure.” Lily replied in a whisper. Her cheeks were bright red from embarrassment, feeling exposed in front of him. She trusted Jughead almost as much as she trusted her sister. She knew he’d never do anything to purposefully harm her.

She would much rather give herself to someone who would treat her right, and she had a sneaking suspicion that this prince would treat her a million times better than the one she was betrothed to. Not that Sweet Pea would be abusive but he was not known for his gentleness.

Jug reached out and brushed his fingers lightly across the protrusion of her hip bone. He had never seen a woman so intensely beautiful as the one baring herself to him right now. He couldn’t deny her now. He didn’t have the restraint left in him.

Lily’s arms wrapped around his neck and she pressed her body against his. Her lips met his once more and they kissed eagerly. He backed her up towards the bed, only stopping when the backs of her legs came in contact with the mattress.

One hand stayed on her hip to fiddle with the elastic of her underwear as the other came to rest on the back of her head to hold in in place as he devoured her mouth with his own. His teeth nipped at her lower lip before he forced her backwards onto the top of the bed.

He pulled away to look over her flushed face. Small pants exited her mouth as hee swollen lips parted to help with the intake of air. Jughead planted a soft kiss on her jaw before leaving a trail of scorching kisses down her throat. Lily moaned lightly, the sound foreign to her as she’d never felt anything as pleasurable as what she was feeling at that very moment.

Jughead was fueled by the innocent sound. He put both hands on her hips and let them slowly travel up her bare sides, committing the smoothness of her skin to memory.

Lily lifted up as she felt his hands wiggled into the space between her body and the bed. He fiddled with the hook-and-eyes that kept the upper undergarment in place. They gave way and he pulled the delicate fabric away from her equally delicate body.

His line of kisses stopped briefly at the base of her neck before starting again along her collarbone. His teeth dragged against her skin lightly to cause another soft moan to come from her lips. Lily forced herself to relax against the bed again despite the anxiety rising in her chest. She felt like she was suffocating from both excitement and nervousness.

The prince left his mark on her clavicle before moving down further. He grasped her left breast in his hand, kneading the tender flesh gently as he lips came to her right nipple. Lily gasped in surprise as he sucked on her breast, using both teeth and tongue to tease the bud inside his mouth.

He was earning more moans from her as his free hand snuck between her clenched thighs. Lily briefly panicked and she tightened her legs together with all of her might. Jughead pulled his mouth away from her breast, invoking a whine from her.

“Its okay, my queen.” Jughead said softly, “I’m not going to hurt you.” She took a deep breath before releasing the hold on her legs. They relaxed against the bed and parted enough for his hand to fit between them. “I would never dim my brightest star.” He murmured to her affectionately.

His mouth returned to her chest as his finger prodded her clit through her underwear. Lily bit the inside of her cheek to keep more sounds from coming out of her mouth. After all, Sweet Pea and her sister were in the next room over. Jughead’s eyes flicked up to see the expression on her face and the tension on her jawline.

The pad of his finger drew small shapes around her cluster of nerves. Lily squirmed, almost uncomfortable with the amount of pleasure she was feeling. It was foreign and new. She wasn’t sure how she was supposed to be reacting. Suddenly she felt extremely self-conscious about her inexperience.

Jughead gave one last lick to her nipple before trailing kisses down her stomach. His fingers hooked around the edges of her underwear and he pulled them down in a fluid motion. He tossed the garment over his shoulder haphazardly.

He placed her thighs on his shoulders, arms wrapped around them to hold her firmly in place. Jughead looked back up to her again, his gaze requesting permission to go any further. Lily’s eyes locked with his and she gave him a small nod.

His tongue dove to replace where his fingers had just been. It lapped at her clitoris in a steady rhythm that caused Lily to whimper with lust. Jughead covered the swelling bundle with his entire mouth and began to gently suck, just as he had down with her nipple. All the while he didn’t stop the teasing with his tongue.

Lily could no longer hold back the moans from tumbling out of her mouth. She couldn’t keep her jaw shut to muffle them either. No one had ever made her feel this way. In fact, she didn’t even realize sex would feel this good. She felt like she was dripping for him already, but the prince was taking his time with her as any gentleman would.

While he kept his mouth on her clit, he unwrapped one arm from around her leg so his finger could tease the entrance of her core. It was slick with desire and he was certain he could put it in without any trouble. He sped up the movements of his tongue as he inserted the digit slowly.

Lily was gasping again at the new feeling. She could feel him moving inside of her, pressing against her soft walls as he slowly pulled his finger back out. She found her hips moving on their own accord, desperate to feel him within her once more.

“Jughead,” She whined in the sweetest voice he’d ever had the pleasure to hear. He took it as a sign that she was enjoying what he was doing and increased the pace of his finger.

After a minute of quick thrusts of just his middle finger, he gently added his index. A pang of discomfort ran threw her before the prodding of his tongue made her moan again. She adjusted to the new size quickly as she was now grinding into his mouth and hand. She tried to stop her body from moving but it just wouldn’t listen.

Lily felt an odd sensation building in her lower abdomen. Pressure from pleasure, a tenseness that she couldn’t quite place. It would have been mind boggling if she had the ability to concentrate.

Once he felt her fully adjust, Jughead added yet another digit to continue to prep her. A small whimper caught in her throat. There was a small amount of pain, nothing unbearable but it was unexpected. Jughead pulled his mouth away from her to give her a reassuring look.

“It will feel good, I promise.” He added in a voice husky with desire. Lily nodded her head again, unable to use any words as the tension grew in her stomach.

“Don’t stop,” She managed to mutter to him. Jughead couldn’t help but send a smirk her way before attacking her clit more furiously than before. In a matter of minutes the tension released and a wave of pleasure crashed over her. Lily cried out in surprise, having never experienced an orgasm before.

Jughead removed his fingers and licked her core gently to clean up any excess juices that spilled out of her. Once he was finished he pulled away from her, standing a pace back in order to have room to undress.

Lily watched with hooded eyes, her brain buzzing with emotion. She couldn’t think straight as her eyes roamed down his toned stomach and the trail of hair that connected his bellybutton to his pubis where a well-trimmed splay of pubic hair sat above the base of his erect penis.

Her eyes widened slightly, a fresh coat of pink ran across her face as she had never seen one in person before. Only in pictures of books in her anatomy lessons. She sat up, intrigued by the appendage that was said to make women scream with pleasure.

Jughead stepped closer between her legs again as she reached out to trace the line of hair on his lower stomach. Her touch was delicate, light, and sent sparks of ecstasy running through him. Lily gingerly touched the base of his penis, not knowing how it was going to feel.

He bit his lip to keep from groaning as her hand wrapped around it. It was so hard but soft at the same time. Her thumb traced a vein that ran along the side. Of course he was bigger than his fingers. She wondered briefly how much it was going to hurt and if there really would be blood.

Jughead was getting lost in the sensation of her stroking him. His head tilted back and his eyes slid shut. He thrusted lightly into her hand which caused a surprised giggle to erupt from Lily. He opened his eyes to look at her, a grin on his face.

“Lay back, princess.” Jughead ordered, wanting nothing more than to be buried inside of her at this very moment. Of course he’d still take it slow but her teasing him with her palm was enough to make his skin crawl with excitement.

Lily released him and laid back again on the bed for him. His eyes roamed over her gorgeous face, pert breasts, and the sweet skin of her mons pubis lightly covered with fair hair. Jughead committed the image to memory as he moved between her legs.

He grabbed her thighs to adjust them so that they could both be comfortable. His tip brushed along her slit and Lily’s breath hitched in anticipation. Jughead reached down to grab the base of his penis so he could better align himself with her entrance.

“Tell me when it’s okay to move. Just relax, it won’t hurt for long.” He said gently as he pushed inside her slowly. The tip was nothing, it was when his shaft entered her that the pain began.

A small whimper came up out of her as her thighs clenched his sides. Jughead ran his hand down her side lovingly. He nuzzled her neck, kissing the flesh over a pulse point to help distract her. Once his hilt pressed against her, he laid still just as he said he would.

Lily took a deep breath, trying to relax as he stretched her. The pain wasn’t unbearable but it wasn’t pleasant either. She concentrated on his kisses along her throat. The tenderness filling her with warm joy. Once she was sure she could handle him moving, she spoke. “Alright…It’s alright.”

Jughead moved his hips slowly at first, letting her get used to the feeling of him pumping in and out of her. The initial pains she felt from his thrusts gradually faded. Soon enough she was moaning, her arms wrapped around him and fingers pressed firmly into the skin of his back.

He increased his pace once he knew she was feeling good. He couldn’t stop the moans coming from his mouth. She was so tight, so warm, so soft. He lifted his head up so he could look down at her.

The look he found on her face was pure love. She looked like she could be Aphrodite in the flesh. The expression on her features read back the pleasure she was feeling. Her grip on him almost longing for release.

Jughead closed the gap between their lips. It wasn’t hungry or wanting. It was light. A pure show of how much he adored her in this moment. Lily responded to the kiss with an equal amount of affection.

Both of them had orgasms building inside them. The room filled with low moans and cries of each other’s names. Jughead increased his pace again, hitting into her a little harder now that he knew she wasn’t in pain.

Each thrust brought them closer to being one. One of Jughead’s fingers brushed against her raw clit, making Lily hit her peak almost instantly. Her grip on his back tightened as her hips jerked from her release. She didn’t realize the second one would be even more intense than the first.

Jughead continued to move at the same pace, letting her feel the extent of her high before he allowed himself to come inside of her. She felt herself gush from both of their fluids filling her, an odd and sticky sensation.

He kissed her one last time as he rested his hips against hers. Lily let out a happy sigh. It felt as if a huge weight had been lifted off of her. She no longer had to worry about having her first time be with Sweet Pea. Instead it was with the man she found herself to love insurmountably.

Once they had caught their breaths, he pulled out of her. Lily let out another sigh as her body seem to melt into the duvet. “You don’t have a towel in here do you?” He asked, wanting to help clean her up.

Lily couldn’t even manage to sit up. She simply pointed to a hand towel hanging by her vanity. Jughead grabbed it and wiped the blood, semen, and vaginal secretions from his penis before tending to her.

He pressed the towel gently against her slit and began to wipe away the fluids. He noticed a few spots of blood on the duvet and bit his lip. “We made a mess.” He said in a joking tone.

Lily didn’t care, she just wanted to bask in the afterglow of her orgasm. Her eyes were closed as she breathed heavily. Jughead shook his head with a smile spreading across his lips. He put the towel down before laying down next to her.

Jug pulled her relaxed body into his arms and he breathed in her floral scent. Lily curled up against him helplessly as she started drifting off. He ran a hand through her hair to soothe her so that she could rest. His eyes met the ones of the incomplete drawing of him still sitting on the easel.

Happiness, he thought to himself, even if it is fleeting.

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100 Wishes

(ShieldShock Fanfiction for Steve Rogers 100th Birthday Celebration)

“Can you blow out all 100 candles on your birthday cake? 100 is a lot of wishes to grant. I hope you make them count.”

Steve closed his eyes and reached down deep for patience. He’d been dreading his 100th birthday. And yet, it was almost here. Jokes and jibes had flown more and more in recent days.

The note on his desk was type-written, anonymous. He glanced at the nearby printer, guessing the note had been printed from it and left on his desk for him during the night. It could mean nothing or everything. It could be mean-spirited or sweet. It could be an innocuous jibe, a warning about trick candles, a dare, a threat, or an academic inquiry. The meaning depended on the sender of the note. The other residents in the Avengers Base covered the full spectrum of personality types.

Bucky looked over his shoulder and let out a short half-laugh. “So, is that a dare or a proposition?”

“It’s not from you?” Steve turned to his friend, soaking in even the hint of his laughter.

Bucky’s smile fell. “Nah. Sorry, Stevie. I’d forgotten you’re a Yankee Doodle Dandy.” With a sigh, Bucky shook his head. “Quite a century!” He turned away from Steve and whispered to himself, “like Darcy said, anger isn’t all bad. It means I care about stuff.”

Steve blinked his eyes rapidly, trying to forget Bucky’s reaction when Steve had tried to celebrate his friend’s last birthday a few months earlier. The therapist assured them that Bucky’s reaction was natural, perhaps even beneficial as a means to letting off steam. But seeing the depths of Bucky’s anguished rage had hurt. He’d been grateful to see Bucky strike up friendships with kind people on the base, friendships that helped Bucky ‘process’ things. This was the first time either of them had mentioned a birthday to the other since.

He saw yet another silent apology in his friend’s eyes and looked away, eager to change the subject. Steve nodded and mentally checked Bucky off the list of people who could’ve authored the note.

Sam grabbed the paper and read it. He flashed a bright grin, teasing, “Well? Who do you wish wrote this, Steve?”

The tease lifted Bucky from his dark humor, a result Steve appreciated. He wished he could prevent the blush that tipped his Irish ears, though. He didn’t have to answer Sam. They all knew the answer to that question, had known it for months. The blush spread from his ears into his cheeks as Steve thought of one hundred wishes of his being granted by Darcy Lewis. Beautiful, fun, vivacious, lively Darcy. Sweet Darcy, whose taste he would give almost anything to sample. He shook his head to clear forbidden thoughts and blushed even more as Sam laughed knowingly and Bucky’s lips curved to a soft smile.

Steve sighed, “if only!”

“’If only,’ what?”

They all turned at the sound of Darcy’s voice, challenging and teasing Steve.

She stood in the doorway, dressed in a pretty dress that always knocked Steve for a loop. Every time she wore it, he got lost in fantasies of undoing its many buttons.

Steve froze like a deer in headlights, thinking, ‘she’s so beautiful! I wish...’

As usual, his ability to talk coherently disappeared in her presence. ��A helpless smile wobbled on his face while he stared. From the moment he’d laid eyes on her, Darcy Lewis had entranced Steve Rogers. Her bright expression, pretty green eyes, sweet lips, lush figure, and sparkling manner were his Kryptonite. He’d never been smooth with women, but he was TERRIBLE when it came to Darcy. She treated him as a friend. It was more than he felt he deserved, considering how useless he became around her. He usually managed to let his actions speak where words failed him, though. Often, Darcy asked his help with tasks he was only too glad to do. He was sure that there was nothing she could ask that he wouldn’t do for her.

Bucky hadn’t seen Steve so flustered by a woman in seventy years or so, maybe ever. Now, his eyes narrowed as he looked at her, noting something new in Darcy’s manner. For months, she’d seemed interested in Steve but carefully distant. Today, she looked at Steve differently. MORE. Bucky dared to hope on Steve’s behalf. He examined her body language carefully, evaluating and pleased by what he saw.

Darcy was looking at Steve with unabashed thirst. She seemed nervous, but determined.

Steve always enjoyed being around Darcy, but enjoyed it more than ever in this moment. He wasn’t sure why, just that he felt like he was basking in sunshine in a way he liked very much.

A moment after meeting Darcy, Steve had met her boyfriend Ian. His disappointment had been acute. That Darcy lived among buff superheroes and spent all her free time with a skinny, sickly scientist simultaneously warmed and broke Steve’s heart. For the most part, Steve approved of Ian. The boy was bright enough and had saved Darcy’s life during an alien attack. He seemingly worshiped the ground she walked on, something Steve understood to a painful degree. And Ian treated everyone with respect and decency. He was a good guy.

Steve tried very hard not to hate Ian. Bucky had no complaint against Ian other than his being an impediment to Steve’s happiness. Sam regarded Ian with sad fondness. Both Sam and Bucky banished fleeting thoughts of making Ian disappear to clear a path for Steve.

Sam broke the awkward silence laughingly, “’if only’ you were bringing us a plate of chocolate chip cookies or a pan of brownies! Steve’s always hungry.”

Steve shot Sam a warning glance that Darcy pretended not to see.

“If only I knew how to cook! Cuz you know I’d burn ‘em.” Darcy winked at Sam. She nodded to Bucky and then turned to face Steve again. She took a deep breath. “So… almost-birthday boy… hi, there. Is July 4th REALLY your birthday, or is that part of the comic book identity spiel?” Her words flowed quickly. She clenched and unclenched her fingers.

Sam noticed her nervousness. His brow furrowed as he looked from Darcy to Steve and back again.

“C…comic? I mean. Yeah, doll... Sorry. I mean. No. I…” The blush Steve had displayed earlier had nothing on the bright red now filling his ears, cheeks, neck, and more. He was tongue-tied. He took a breath and tried again. “It’s really my birthday. Uh, thanks for asking, swee...” He held back so many inappropriate endearments and thoughts of adoration that he could hardly talk to Darcy.

Darcy smiled up at him adoringly, “you’re too cute,” and then looked at Sam and Bucky. “May I borrow the birthday boy?” She squared her shoulders and took Steve by the hand and led him from the room. “I need a word, several words, with him. Overdue words. About wishes.”

Steve spared his friends a look of confusion as Sam hissed, “yessss,” and Bucky gave Darcy a big smile.

Halfway down the hall, Darcy stepped into an empty office and closed the door behind them. “Did you get my message?”

Steve stared at her stupidly.

She bit back a giggle. “Can you blow out that many candles, Steve? Make one hundred wishes?” She lifted her chin and stared into his eyes.

He shrugged, “I… probably. If they’re not trick candles.” He blinked rapidly, confused.

Darcy’ smile was quite pretty. “So… last night I had a talk with Sharon. An encouraging talk that surprised me in what I think is a really good way. I thought you two were still seeing each other. But, she set me straight. Nice lady. I left that note for you after I talked to her.” She blushed a bit, “so I wouldn’t chicken out by the time I could see you today.”

Steve’s confusion deepened. “Sharon? We never… I mean, there was a kiss- but we’re not really. Darcy! I…” He looked at Darcy with helpless longing.

Darcy put a finger to his lips. “A few weeks ago, Ian and I agreed we’re better as ‘just friends’.”

Steve realized that he was shaking as months of hopeless longing crashed in on him. “Really? Wha..?”

“A big part of why I didn’t want to date Ian anymore is because I’d rather be with you.” She paused to enjoy the gasp Steve couldn’t repress. “It wasn’t fair to Ian for me to date him when I feel that way. No matter what you think or who you’re with.” Darcy pulled her finger away and stared up at him. “So, after Sharon talked to me, I figured now’s a good time to take a chance and ask you how you see me. Do you see us as friends only? Or, would you be interested in going out with me? It’s up to you. Make a wish. If you want for me to bake you one hundred cookies or brownies and only treat you as my friend, consider it done. Badly done, but done. On the other hand, if you prefer to ask me for…” She swallowed hard and pressed on, “one hundred wishes of a romantic and/or sexual nature? Consider THAT done. With great enthusiasm, I should add- in the interest of full and honest disclosure. I’ve been kind of crazy about you for a while. All sorts of fantasies and such that I think might make you blush in that pretty way you do sometimes. But, this is about your wishes.” Her voice trembled again. “What do you wish for, Steve?”

The butterflies in his stomach settled considerably and his breathing relaxed. “Yes! Please! I mean, you, honey. You. I want you, Darcy. More than anything.” He looked serious. “But, Sweetheart, I don’t want you to feel like you have to do anything you don’t want to because it’s my birthday tomorrow. I…”

She laughed at him, giddy at the endearments flowing from him. “Silly birthday boy! I don’t do things I don’t want to. I want you, too, Steve. I love having you as my friend and would love to try and see how much more we can have. Knowing that we want each other and neither of us is seeing someone else? You have me. Consider that wish granted. You still have ninety nine wishes to ask me. Wish on. I look forward to granting them.” Her expression turned serious. “If you ask for something too far out of my comfort zone, I’ll defer that wish and let you make another. Does that make it all better?” She winked.

He nodded, swallowing hard. “Ninety nine more wishes from you, Doll?” His head was spinning and his body afire as he dreamt of the possibilities.

“Yup.” She nodded, suddenly breathless. “Anything.”

“Any… anything I want?” His voice deepened as he stretched out the words and she grinned more. His eyes seemed to darken as his thoughts raced and his pupils dilated.

“Probably. Your wish is my command.” She waggled her brows at him and shimmied playfully. “So, see if you can come up with something before I decide you really just want for me to burn some cookies for…”

He silenced her with a kiss- hungry, hard, and demanding in a way that left her boneless against him.

When he pulled back and she caught her breath again, she teased, “so, a kiss was your second wish?”

He shook his head, smiling as he kissed her again. “Kisses. Not just one. I’m a frugal guy and you said to make them count. All our kisses are wish number two.” He gave her a peck on the cheek. “The sweet, chaste kisses.” He nibbled and kissed her neck, eliciting a soft moan from her that made his head spin. “Slow, intimate kisses. Oh, Baby Doll! Kisses that go on and on. Wanted to kiss you a long time.” He nipped at her bottom lip and kissed her deeply again.

She shivered in response and anticipation and pulled him closer. “Greedy. I like that in a man. Granted. Wish on. Please.”

He pushed a lock of hair behind her ear and kissed the tip of her nose. “Greedy for you.” His expression shifted, more serious. “You sure?”

She kissed him with hard passion again, licking into his mouth with obvious hunger. “So sure.” Her breathing shuddered, “looking forward to your other ninety eight genius wishes. Really.”

So, he kissed her again.

They lost themselves in each other for several delicious minutes. When they came up for air, both were panting and shaking with desire for more. Steve took one more taste of her lips before working up his nerve enough. “Go back to my place with me, Doll, and spend my last day and night as a young nonagenarian together with me?” He panicked, “Obviously, you could defer. AND, it doesn’t have to mean…”

Darcy covered his mouth with her hand. “Shut up. Yes. If it doesn’t mean sex tonight? I may not make it to tomorrow, but YES. I approve heartily of your third wish and hope it means lots of things. All the things. Hot things. I would love to spend the day and night with you to end your century with a bang.”

He cocked his head. “Sweetheart? Is any of this contingent on me being able to blow out all the candles on my cake? They don’t stand a chance, so you know.”

She laughed with delight. “I believe you.”

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The next day Steve blew out every one of the one hundred candles on his cake and smiled at Darcy.

Tony shook his head. “You probably deserve to make more than one wish after all that, Cap!”

“More like eighty one more…” Steve smiled with a contentment the others had never seen from him. Bucky laughed while Sam began some silent, speculative counting.

Darcy yawned and kissed Steve’s cheek, whispering, “granted. Happy 100th Birthday, Steve.”

Fin

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:: Dear Nicolas Jaar ::

Yesterday I wrote you a letter about rape, which can wait, because it’s not fully formulated yet and I have 23% left on my laptop battery and no charger and I need to get all this out today and in a public forum. I write you quite a few letters that never see the light of day, are tucked away in journals, they’re more to process what’s been happening, then the ones online serve as statements I guess, conversations with myself in public spaces. Because I come across as articulate, confident and possibly even at points a bit brutal in my delivery, but there is much I can’t say, the words won’t form on my tongue, but they will emerge from my fingers, I have always preferred text to phone call’s, I love writing emails, the written word is a friend of mine that allows me to draw out the details and the nuances of my thought, so today I must write an open letter to my housemates, a letter inside a letter, an ever expanding maze of dialogues, not that they may ever read it, but it’s out there, in a sphere they can access and therefore makes me feel somewhat better about the situation I’m currently in.

But first and foremost, my sister is in labour right now, speeding through jagged country lanes, probably spewing obscenities as she has the mouth of a sailor without being in rivers of pain anyway, I’m with her, in that car, I hope she can feel me there, squeezing her hand and singing strange lullabies to her stomach. We call the baby the wigglytuff, its its due date today and my sisters 29th birthday, obviously the tuff is eager to share, I guess that’s a good trait?

Here goes nothing, perhaps I’ll regret this I’m not sure; perhaps it’s all poppycock garbled in my head by overthinking:

DEAR HOUSEMATES (vun and tuu of you; swee: I don’t feel the need to reach out to as you seem to be living in your own world, unfettered or affected by me),

Yesterday my laptop charger broke, on closer examination it was rotting at the root of the wires, I found it whilst sitting at my desk, my wonderful desk, my sanctuary, the place I have attempted to make mine after the fallout of a brutal, powerful relationship that I’ve spent the last 10 years in. I was texting the moon when this happened, it was point of frustration, horror, in my day, because the main bulk of the work I’m making at the moment is editing and computer based self portraits and writing, all these things are reliant on this piece of metal and plastic perched on my lap right now, without it I can’t finish my films and what’s more, yesterday, I couldn’t let it absorb me, create a distraction from the aural environment of my room.

When I first came to look at the room I was struck by the light and the breeziness, the people I met were friendly, they shared wine with me and we talked about art, it felt like a place I could make my own for a short time, escape the violence of a previous life and begin to heal. At that point I was moving through a painstaking and hollowing breakdown, all bent around the dissolution of my relationship with the moon, I needed a refuge, a place I could close the door to.

For 10 years I couldn’t close my door to the moon, I know it’s something I chose and at points was wonderful, there were many jubilant moments wrapped in each other's minds and bodies, sharing ourselves completely. But the cycles of abuse also knew no limits and at times when things were particularly difficult the only place I could lock myself away was the bathroom, and even then I could hear him through the door, if he was on one of his spirals, launching angry tirades, because when he was like that virtually nothing could knock him off course, the only way I could break it was by getting in a more emotionally volatile state, which often involved heavy crying, screaming, lashing out physically. Just before I moved out one of the worst episodes occurred in recent history, because I’d had my phone stolen drunkenly, irresponsibly, I endured over 90 mins of vitriolic rage, cunt, bitch, stupid bitch, cunt, over and over and over, admonishing me, bashings things in blind anger, seemingly on the verge of causing me injury but never quite going that far, a staple in the ongoing abuse we’d been moving through.

This time I was to drained to counter anything and just let it wash over me, but it still was absorbed into my soul, and caused a rupture inside me, something deeply painful which hurts now even after time and distance it brings sour tears to my eyes to stroke the memory.

So you can’t imagine the release I felt moving into my new room, closing the door and gently pressing my ‘everything is going to be ok’ poster to the wall behind my headboard, I felt like I’d finally escaped, like the cycle would disintegrate and I could be with myself, get to know me, no longer have to avoid my bedroom with cider and outlandish performances, I could relax and let my bones breathe. This summer was to be the summer I found myself, and sure enough the muhrmaid samurai became my icon, self care, striving for something better in myself was the goal, through determined self examination, meditation, studying and exercise.

But of course things aren’t perfect, to endure is human, is the root of existence, we err and we endure. The wall’s are paper thin in my room, this has become apparent in the last few week’s, I might be able to close my door but smells and sound can travel through walls and increasingly I’ve felt like I’m in a box, in silence or peace you can expand, your mind can travel because you can imagine malleable space outside of where you stand. But if you are surrounded by noise, by elements you can’t control, then its like you are encompassed, trapped, and currently I have no where else to go.

I have no studio, no gym membership, no job (happily that changes next week),I have friends who I do visit pretty regularly but I don’t want to have to go to them because I don’t want to be stuck in my room, I want to be able to go to them for pleasure. I understand that not having a job these past weeks has been causing me more stress and also means I’ve been in the house more frequently, I have had no money and no real freedom which of course will have a knock on effect to my psychic wellbeing. I chose to have no studio, because I wanted to get through everything I have made this year before I start on new projects and felt that being locked away with all this material would force me to pour through it, organise it and understand what I have been doing a little more. Which in truth has happened.

But last night, in front of the candle I’ve been lighting when I sit for mealtimes, over one of the most delicious meals I’ve made for myself in a long time, surrounded by a kind of screeching from all the angles of the house, I held my head in my hands and sucked up tears that threatened to fall. The moon rang and heard the break in my voice, I couldn’t speak to him and I hung up. I tried to just brush it off, endure, we all live on top of each other in this city and I’m only subletting this room, the people I share with, especially you who I’m writing to, have real home’s here and I don’t want to interrupt your ways of life or ask you to censor yourselves.

I’m not 100% sure how it started, possibly because there was a period of 4 days where every morning I was woken by banging and speaking loudly outside my room, then I casually asked by text just to be notified of any decisions made regarding the house, not protesting anything, simply saying I needed a little notice as I was destitute and waking up to a note demanding money without any prior warning felt somehow unfair. Something changed after this message, as if I had stepped outside of my allowable boundaries, despite the fact that it was not rude or aggressively delivered. The next morning I was jolted awake by shouting outside my door, about not doing anything, part of me felt like it was directed at me, possibly that’s paranoia but whatever its intended purpose it certainly caused me shock.

Ever since this I’ve felt a slow decline in our relationship, partly to do with what happened above, partly because I stopped smoking and drinking, so for a few weeks was really tense and desperately avoided the common area’s, the kitchen, the designated smoking area, especially fell out of favour with me and it’s then that I started to really enjoy my solitude.

I’m sorry, I’m not like you, maybe I’m on the autism spectrum somewhere, I’m not sure, but I don’t feel the need to be part of a group and I want the place I live to be a place of reflection. I find interactions with people quite difficult a lot of the time and often feel like I’m not being true to myself in how I behave, so my ideal place is somewhere where I don’t have to worry about this, where I can have a causal relationship with anyone that I cohabit with and not feel like I’m somehow breaking the rules by not wanting more than a light hello when we come across each other. I just want privacy and peace, I want to be alone when I’m at home.

Following from the shouting outside my door it felt like the living room next to my room started to become used more commonly, which I don’t have a problem with as such except that the sofa is adjacent to the back of my bed and I spend a lot of time in bed writing at the moment, so the walls being as they are, its as if we’re sat in the same room with our backs to each other.

During a day that preceded; shouting excited chatter resounded, which is fine but was unusual in the timeline of my stay here, it migrated to the sofa and morphed into the melody of pop song, which in its heightened volume bashed me round the back of the head and knocked me from my train of thought. I hate to complain, will avoid it at all costs, I don’t want to inhibit other people especially regarding noise as I feel like it’s a freedom we don’t get to enjoy often. But it was evening, a week day, it just seemed without necessity and wasn’t creative, I stalked into the living room, bent in anger and spat out about how I’d like you to come hear it in my room and understand how thin the walls were, it was jumbled, I didn’t want to come across that pent up, but I was, I was shaking and my heart was palpitating, conflict is not native to me, I don’t know how to handle myself in that situation. You respectfully turned it down, I hoped it would be the end of it, but the very next day it graduated to a new level of absurdity.

My bedroom is my studio, it has to be, I am too poor to afford anywhere else to create. I make films and music, so I have to record somewhere. I’d been on a roll with my film and as I’d been struggling previously it was a relief to be in sync with editing again. This portion of the trilogy is a strange sort of karaoke I was acting out in my studio in outfits from the past; to songs which have resonated during my life and symbolically described the parts of my oeuvre I used as staging throughout the piece. So I was recording music. It wasn’t an invitation, I would much prefer to have done it somewhere privately, but with nowhere else to go, beggars can’t be choosers….

For some reason it whipped you up outside the room, I don’t know if that was already on the cards before I started to sing but it was suddenly like I had a chorus, an uninvited chorus which totally detracted from what I was trying to accomplish and also made me feel invaded somehow, like it robbed me of the authenticity of the action I was involved in. Somehow this pivoted into karaoke in real time, which you jollily invited me to participate in, totally disregarding the fact that I was engaged in something else and then taking offense to the fact that I didn’t want to be your backup singer or chorus girl.

I’m glad you let me know it was going to happen, but it was unbearable when it finally kicked off, stomping and screaming to lady gaga right next door to me, it felt like you were pointing the noise in my direction somehow, there are many ways to have fun and there was something somehow aggressive about this. I was bowed over at my desk whilst you screamed, with nowhere to go, I had been so happy making my film and suddenly was brutally exposed to the lack of power I held in my own home, how easily my holy sanctum could be penetrated. Not just this but something malicious lay over this moment, and this is what was deeply upsetting, that knowingly you were being cruel, it was not an act of joyous celebration which you painted it to be, but in fact like you were holding my head and rubbing it into the dirt, to remind me of my place, to satiate your own delicate ego’s.

Now you’re not evil people, and these shocks are fairly minor really, I know I’m not a saint and do not claim to be standing above you somehow, I’m just trying to write everything down here so that a mode of communication can be established. I’m writing it down to better understand it myself and because usually in cycles like this, they are unwittingly entered into and not directly intended to be spiteful. They stem from a breakdown in communication and I’m no better than you in this regard, the longer things drag on the angrier I become and now I can barely look at the pair of you. I don’t want to come into contact with you at all though you are regularly forcing me to be aware of your existence and somehow participate in your lives.

I know from experience, from a lot of previous happenings, that this is a pattern, this is how the whole things works. The more I draw away, insulate and attempt to be detached from people, the stronger the resistance and the more relentless their behaviour becomes. Last night was the most recent example; thankfully this isn’t daily, it seems to be happening at the beginnig of the week mostly and from next week I shan’t be exposed to it as I shan’t be here, so hopefully naturally it will lessen its grip on me.

But I was upset again last night, and have started to dread the evenings Monday through to Thursday and beyond, dread having you come home and the circus begin all over again. I know this is your home and if this noise had been so prevalent from the outset perhaps it wouldn’t have affected me so much, but it is different from the first 6 weeks I was living in this house, I know we go through phases but I can’t help seeing a correlation between when I first protested and when it started to get louder and more frequent.

Yesterday I made a promise to myself that I wouldn’t be perturbed from using the kitchen, that it was my common space as well and even if it was awkward I was well within my rights to cook in there, I was hungry and I had just ventured to a distant supermarket so was keen to get my goods steamy and on a plate. I didn’t want to socialise, because I feel like when I speak to you it’s inauthentic, I am not coming from a place of genuine inquiry and I just want to potter about my space and get on with my life. I hoped we could share a room without this being an issue but of course that was denial on my part somehow.

As I stated I am probably spectrum, a part of this is that I don’t like to be touched, which irrelevant of the culture you come from should be a respected thing, you could've just asked me politely to move, especially if you’d gauged that I was in a bit of a state and didn’t really want to interact at all. But you touched me and it felt like an invasion, I’m sure it’s just because you’re a tactile person but I can’t help my reaction and don’t feel ashamed of it. You could’ve just asked me to move.

Then the shouting to another fettered guest, one of the parade that seem to be trounced about the house on a weekly basis. It was as if you were using this visitor as a pawn for your agenda of diminishing me somehow, shouting at the top of your voices like you were on a busy junction and ambulances were all around you. I know you have full right to express yourselves in your own house but a modicum of respect could of been used, you had seen me in a pent up state, clearly not in the best place, a feeling and kind reaction to this would of been to temper yourselves just slightly, to understand that I needed a little space. You could still of talked, just things like not bellowing and making a fuss could’ve been levelled, it would of been the kind thing to do.

I’m not 100% sure if you now feel like you’re in a tug of war with me regarding noise, I’m not asking you to not have friends over or to stop living your lives, I’m not asking you to relinquish any of the freedoms you hold dearly, I’m just asking if you’ll consider me sometimes and try to understand things from my perspective. I don’t want a deeper relation or to become friends because I want my home to be a place of respite from the outside world where I can be alone, I don’t wish you ill and I will make an effort from now on the affect small talk, to try and build a bridge, so at least it’s not quite so awkward or angry. I guess that’s my failing and something I need to work on, I need to put my face on, because ignoring people or not engaging with them is also its own act of cruelty and probably comes across as rude. Really I lived in a shared house, I am not alone and can not expect to be left alone entirely.

The truth is there is nowhere I can really expect everything from and as an adult I must realise this, that all places in my life at this point require me to compromise somehow. A muhrmaid samurai would compromise, a muhrmaid samurai would do this without jeopardising their beliefs.

Honestly I do like coming back to the common areas being occupied and lights being on, it feel’s more homely, I just also want to be comfortable in my space, able to go to the toilet, make myself a cup of tea, and not have to feel like by not being overt and excitable I am somhow being rude. I want my home to be my safe space, increasingly its getting further and further from this and its causing me to agonise over what I can do to remedy the situation, how I can counter it with meditation, repeating mantra’s to myself about the hero, channeling the muhrmaid samurai.

Possibly I’m just a difficult over emotional and intense artist, I’m expecting to much and this is madness. But if either of you have read this and somehow recognise what I’ve written down here, please just have a little more care when I’m at home, that’s all I ask. I don’t want this to escalate any more or to feel like I can’t come home, I’m not attacking you, I just want you to understand things from my perspective a little and I know fully well I wouldn’t be able to say this as clearly as I can write it, the words would come out backwards and upside down and you’d probably just take offense.

YOURS UNEXPECTEDLY // DIMINUTIVELY // RESIGNEDLY Felice

Phew, anyway I think I’ve written my piece, I guess those that read and have somehow experienced this before, I have friends who struggle with their housemates as well for instance, might sympathise a little. By putting it all out into the world I hope it will stop fueling the feedback loop in my head….

Now back to baby alert, we’re getting updates on the family whats app group, how meta we are as a unit, the millennial equivalent of the weasleys in a world where magic is interchanged for technology.

I hope you’ve managed to bridge any communication breakdowns in your life Nicolas and I wonder what domiciles you’ve moved through.

#Nicolas Jaar #nicolasjaar

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