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bratshaws · 2 years ago

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through the hourglass 143. brb x oc

a/n:I had to cut this part because it'd be....too long, lol, SO THE SMUT IS IN THE NEXT CHAPTER SORRY but it is coming. I hope you guys like the chapter i really do.(reblogs and comments are super encouraged <3)

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: kinda suggestive uwu but it'll be worse next chapter lol

goodness gracious (pls read this one to know more what this fic is about!!)

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“Come on Nikki! Look!”

Rooster turns his head up to the sky just in time for Nicole to do the same, their daughter’s light eyes still trying to identify what was going on out there. This trip was a lot of first for Nikki, first plane flight, first snow…and now Rooster was trying to make her mimic him by opening his mouth to catch the snowflakes on his tongue, “Look, see? Aaah…” and he rolls his tongue out as the little baby watches in confusion.

“I don’t think she gets it Roos.” Beatrice calls from the porch, the dogs around her - all of them wearing sweaters and little scarves because of the cold- holding a mug of cocoa, “She is pretty smart but I don’t know if she understands what you are doing right now.” even though it was the cutest thing she had ever seen, her massive husband holding their tiny daughter while walking in circles to catch one snowflake.

She giggles, bringing the mug to her lips as she watches them…these past days have been a bit of a roller coaster but Beatrice was glad they managed to talk about it. New Year’s Eve is in three days so she had that to worry about now…not that they’d have anyone over but she could think about the celebration instead of her own fears.

Bradley was such…an amazing partner and father, she shouldn’t be surprised he was so sweet all of the time. He just wanted his family to be okay and she wanted him to be okay. Her smile widens as he keeps walking around, pointing from his face to the sky, opening his mouth again only for Nicole to blink at him because what the heck was her father doing? Beatrice leans her temple against the column next to her, Jolene and her pups curled onto one another because of the weather, snoozing peacefully.

She taps her thumb against the porcelain mug repeatedly, inhaling the cold air as she thinks of what she was going to do. It has been a while since the two got together and since having sex while pregnant wasn’t bad, she thought that this idea wasn’t bad…plus, it’d make her mind feel even more at ease. Everything was in her suitcase, hidden inside her makeup bag because it was small enough that no one was able to notice.

She had to thank Shells for that too, only her friend could come up with such ideas in such a short notice and when Beatrice needed her help. So the thing hidden was going to be a surprise…especially because once she found it she knew he was going to like it.

“That’s-that’s it Nikki!!” she heard Bradley shout happily and snapped her head towards him. Nicole was keeping her mouth open just like her father taught her, but the snowflake landed on her nose instead of her tongue. She looked down at it, green eyes crossing and her lips pursed in confusion, “Oh you are so cute! Babe!” he looks at Beatrice with his face shining, “Babe can you see this?”

God,her heart was so weak for them, she couldn’t even handle it.

“I can!” she shouts from the porch, safe from the cold and sipping her warm beverage, “She did good,didn’t she?”

“She sure did!” he bounces Nicole in his arms, then kisses her cheek repeatedly, “She did so great! You did great Birdie!”

Beatrice could only watch her husband and daughter, her little family, happily laugh because of what just happened. She sips her cocoa a few more times until Rooster looks over, “You comin’?”

“Hm?”

“Here?” he points to the ground, “With us?”

Now that’d be a lovely idea…if it wasn’t so cold. Beatrice was covered from head to toe, absolutely warm in every single aspect, but she was very comfortable hidden from the cold pieces of ice that while didn’t bother Nicole nor Rooster - every day that little girl is looking more and more like her father - Beatrice just stared at him with her eyes wide.

She parts her lips in an inhale, “I’m okay here!”

But her husband just smirks, “Are you?”

“Yes,” another sip from her cocoa, “I’m very good here.”

He narrows his eyes playfully, the snow crunching under his boots as he turns his body to the porch with Nicole babbling on his arms, “Come on.’ he coos, wiggling his fingers as he shows her his hand, a way to bring her closer, “Come on,gorgeous. You love the snow now.”

“I don’t love it. I endure it.”

“Mhm.I can keep you warm.” his voice drops to a dangerous level, his eyes following her curves as she blushes heavily while looking at him.

“Rooster! Not in front of Nikki!”

“Baby, look at her,” their daughter was looking up at the sky - the little fluffy pom pom on her beanie moving when she tilted her head this way and that to have a better look at her surroundings- “She’s busy looking at the snowflakes, plus, what is dirty about what I said?”

“You know what.”

‘No,I just said I can keep you warm.” he opens his arm, “With a hug,c’mere.”

“Bradley Nicholas, I know you way too well.” she frowns, but bounces a bit on the spot…her cocoa was almost done too and she was getting colder now that he mentioned it… “....but I’ll accept the offer.” and she places the mug aside and shuffling her way over to him so he could engulf her with his warm embrace and she could stop feeling like a wrapped up popsicle in this winter.

She hums happily once his arm wraps around her, smiling at the delicious feeling of him around her. “Okay…maybe you were right.”

“Maybe?”

She props her chin between his pectorals and smirks, scrunching her nose a little bit, “Yes,maybe, don’t get so cocky.” again his eyes darkened and Beatrice swatted his arm in retaliation, “Rooster.”

“Whaat?”

“You are being an absolute menace right now.” she coos, kissing his lips twice and keeping their mouths touching as she giggles, feeling his hand cupping the back of her head, “Which normally,I wouldn’t mind but…well, you better behave.”

“I always do.”

They laugh again and that makes Nicole laugh as well, her gentle giggle adding to her parents’ conversation as she holds onto Rooster’s jacket. Bradley sighs, kissing Beatrice’s head then Nicole’s, squinting his eyes at the soft snowflakes coming down, “...how are you feeling though?” he asks Bea, still holding her waist, ‘Nothing wrong right?”

“Nothing wrong,I’m bundled up and you are warming my stomach. We are all fine.” she grins, “...what about you?”

“What about me?”

‘Yeah, are you okay?”

He inhales the same frigid air she did and then exhales heavily as he grins at her, “I’m more than okay,gorgeous…I’m glad we are spending time together, all of us…” and if only he knew what they had planned later. “Also I was thinking, maybe we could go out tonight.”

Oh.

“...oh,really?”

‘Yeah, it’s not going to snow too much and there are places we can take Nikki and the dogs if we want to.”

…well that ruined things a bit. She chews her lower lip and then tries to come up with an excuse…quickly. “Well,it’s-we can’t trust the uh, weather app right Roos? Not like that.” she laughs nervously, rubbing her hands up and down his covered arms and offering him a nervous smile, “Plus…I don’t know if it’s good for Nikki to be out in the cold so late.” that at least was true, she’d hate if Nicole got sick because of the weather.

And she could see her husband was thinking the same thing.

“Hm…true.”

“So…we can stay here, it might be better.”

His eyes, while focused on her, didn’t seem to notice anything out of the ordinary, which to her was a great feat considering she couldn’t lie to him even if she wanted. He was too good at reading her, “That’s fine then, but-” he holds up a finger, “I’ll make us dinner.”

“Do you have anything in mind?”

“Well we still have saved up food from the beginning of the week, sooo…” he shrugs, “I’ll figure something out.”

Beatrice just smiles at him, then kisses his plump lips, swallowing his happy hum with her own laugh breaking out of her throat, “Okay.” she turns towards Nicole, gently brushing some of the snowflakes that stuck to her hair as they watched the white surroundings in silence. “...it’s so weird how quiet it gets.”

Rooster looks ahead with a small frown, “It’s never too good when it’s too quiet.” he tilts his head to the left, “There are birds chirping, no predators in sight. It’s just ‘cause you are a city girl and can’t handle the silence like that..” he teases only to be slapped by Beatrice - who gasps offendedly at him but still laughs at his commentary, shaking her head gently in disbelief.

“I can handle the silence a whole lot.”

“No you can.”

“Yes I can.”

“...no.” he narrows his eyes, “You can’t.”

“Yes, I can!”

“Let’s bet on it then,” he holds out his gloved hand with a smirk, Nicole too busy with the falling snow to notice them now, “If you can handle the silence for…a couple hours, then you win.”

She flicks her gaze from his hand to his eyes, pursing her lips, “What do I win,exactly?” he smirks wider, then shrugs with the less innocent look on his face. Beatrice blushes, but she knew he wouldn’t let it go unless she said yes or no to this…

Of course she said yes.

She shakes his hand twice, “When will this start?”

“Tonight?”

“...tonight.” he smirks wider pressing their noses together, “Why? Do you have anything planned?”

Damn it.

“Well…our dinner is planned isn’t it?’ Good,Beatrice, switch it up on him so he’s confused. It took a few seconds but his face eventually relaxed with the recognition that yes, they had something planned for that night. He huffs softly, throwing that victory to her feet before he tugs her to his side, walking into the cabin with Nicole happily babbling under the falling snow, “...ya got me there.”

Dinner was wonderful.

When wasn’t it?

But now Beatrice had a plan to finish. While Rooster was downstairs, finishing his pomegranate juice - bless him, he still didn’t want to drink wine while she was pregnant- and checking his phone, Beatrice scurried upstairs towards the master bedroom. She quickly checked on Nicole and the dogs, the four of them asleep, in such a deep sleep that no canine lifted an ear when the floor creaked under Beatrice’s weight.

She smiles, watching the peaceful scene for a few seconds then turning on her heel towards the bedroom. She didn’t want to be too inconspicuous, she know he already had a feeling something was up so all she had to do was get ready. This wasn’t like the last time, this wasn’t their…she counted on her fingers, then furrowed her brows knowing that trying to remember the amount of times they had sex was going to be absolutely impossible.

But it wasn’t that Christmas day anymore. They’ve been together for almost four years, they…had history together - three kids already, her mind recalls - and she felt like she should’ve done this for a while now.

Beatrice sighs,checking her face in the mirror as she pulls onto the lingerie set that she bought specifically for this trip. She was so glad how calm Nicole was during the night, thanking every single deity responsible for making her sleep so deeply and so nicely…it was worrisome in the first months because they didn’t know how Nicole would be and boy were they happy when they found out she was such a heavy sleeper.

She hoped the twins would be the same.

But thinking how some of the twins - and triplets - in her family were…maybe that’d be wishful thinking.

She shakes her head, fixing the lace thong on her hips and wincing when the thin elastic snapped on her hip, leaving a red welt already, “Wow, sexy.” she mutters, putting on the lace bra - the tiny jewel in the middle shook as she adjusted it on her breasts, thanking it wasn’t so uncomfortable as she thought it’d be - and then putting on the lightest layer of makeup.

She smacks her lips, the thin layer of lip gloss making her mouth appear fuller and she rubbed her fingers on her eyelids to smudge the eyeliner, blinking at the result with a smile, “Perfect.” she whispered, inhaling for courage and then putting on the robe that hung from the bathroom’s wall…because she was still cold.

She steps out of the bedroom to reach the top of the stairs, chewing her lower lip as she closes Nicole’s door just enough to leave a small creak so the dogs could leave if they wanted, while tip toeing her way towards the steps. She hears him humming something, ‘Take on Me’ by A-Ha if she wasn’t mistaken.

Beatrice peeks into the kitchen to see him with the juice glass tilted to his lips and his phone in front of him, scrolling aimlessly through…whatever social media it was, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows the pomegranate juice and is absolutely oblivious to Beatrice’s eyes on him. She inhales for courage one more time, then pokes her head out, “Hey,” she calls, making him look over at her, “What are you doing?”

He arches his brow, licking his red stained lips and gesturing to the phone with his chin, “Calling Hangman a melonhead.” he says, with the most serious look on his face, “Evelyn took a picture of him when he was sitting and everyone is just now noticing how huge his head is.”

“Are you bullying him,Roos?”

‘It’s not bullying when it’s true.” he says with a chortle, then furrows his brows, straightening himself a bit, “What are you doing?”

“Me?”

‘Yes, you,gorgeous.”

“I’m just here,” she shrugs and he can see the dark fabric of the robe from behind the threshold, his eyes immediately latching on that point with interest, “Watching my husband…did you have a nice dinner?”

He pauses, still looking at her, the atmosphere getting thicker, she knows he knows. “I did….did you?” she nods with a small smile, and he knew that smile. He swishes the pomegranate juice inside the wine glass and drops his eyes down to the bottom of the threshold, where her body was still hidden behind, ‘C’mere.”

“For?”

“C’mere.” he says again, deeper, softer, whisky colored irises licking her body like fire even without seeing it fully, “I wanna see you.”

“Hmmmm…I don’t know about that,Lieutenant.” his pupils enlarge immediately and he freezes up, “I was just…thinking about some things,” she runs her finger against the wood grain, following the swirls and shapes with her nail, “Maybe…if you’d like some dessert?”

She winces, Oh God, that was so cringy. She hides her face and then bumps it against the wall only to look back and see that he was relaxed, almost leaning back against the chair with his arms crossed over his chest and his smirk clearly amused, “That was cute,” he says softly, “Your forehead is red.”

‘I hit it on the wall repeatedly.” she mutters, “Because that was the cringiest thing I’ve ever said Roos.’

“It was nice and yes,” he sits up, “I’d love some dessert.”

“Oh God don’t repeat it! Okay, hold on,” she steps out only to hold her hands up, “Let’s try again. Imagine I didn’t say that.” his eyes are following the lines of her thighs and calves and he tilted his head in hopes to see more under the robe to no avail, “Let’s do it again, blank slate and I’ll try better.” he turns himself on the chair so he’s facing her directly, interlocking his hands between his thick thighs and smiling at her, so fondly and warm she felt bad.

“Baby, it was nice.”

“But it’s supposed to be sexy.” she pouts,dropping her hands to her sides, “We–I just…I just well–”

“C’mere,” he pats his thighs this time, tugging his jeans to be comfortable - but that does more than that and it shows…a lot more than just the expanse of his thighs. “Aw, my baby,” he coos once she’s close, her pouty lips looking so pretty all glossed up like that he couldn’t help himself and kiss them when she’s close enough, “My gorgeous,gorgeous, gorgeous wife…there’s not one thing that you do that I don’t find sexy.”

“...I know but,” she frowns, “I had plans for tonight and I said that because Shells suggested, because-because of the color,” she rambles, moving her hands as he tugs her closer by the back of the thighs, trailing his fingers up her ass until he feels the high elastic of a thong brushing against his fingertips.

He sucks in a hard breath, letting her ramble on for a few seconds, “--and we didn’t have much time before? So,I thought, I thought it’d be a good idea,Roos…and…and it was cringy.Ugh.”

“‘What color is it,by the way?” he follows the lace that curves up on her ass with his thumb, the scratch of his manicured nails making her shiver.

“I-It’s um,’ she gulps, “C-Chocolate brown, like…dark-dark chocolate brown.”

“Ooohhh…a real dessert,huh?” she groans at him, “Does that mean I get to eat it now? You know I’m such a lover of chocolate…” he smirks when she blushes harder, “I love that we’ve been together for almost four years and you still blush when I talk to you. Fuck you are so fuckin’ cute.” he presses an open mouthed kiss to her cleavage once the robe parts enough for it to show, groaning at the scent of her perfume - lavender with something else, it was something new and he adored it already- “Hmmm…you are smelling good.” he cups her ass cheeks with both hands, squeezing the plump flesh and hooking his thumbs on the elastic.

“I…it’s a new perfume.” she whispers, gasping softly at the feeling of his tongue traveling all the way up to her jawbone, “I-I got it from–m-my aunt Martha.”

“...remember me to thank Martha,” he pauses to bite her skin, “Again.”

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captnjacksparrow · 4 years ago

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So just an idle ask. What do you think would Naruto have done if Danzo had ended up killing Sasuke? Or if the Raikage ended up hunting and capturing and killing Sasuke? How do you think Naruto would have reacted?

I thought I would include Sakura killing Sasuke successfully but even the thought of it seemed ridiculous in my mind, even hypothetically, hehe, so I can let that one go.

I was just rewatching the part where Naruto thinks Gaara is dead and pummels Deidara like a person possessed.

Aaah!!! The classic 'What if' question!!! But you asked the wrong person, Anon. I really, really suck at Headcanon. LOL. Anyways, Am just going to try and don’t blame me if I am bad.

Thanks for leaving out that Pink Trash because I don't want to do a headcanon about her.

What do you think would Naruto have done if Danzo had ended up killing Sasuke? Or if the Raikage ended up hunting and capturing and killing Sasuke? How do you think Naruto would have reacted?

There is always a pattern when it comes to Naruto’s facial expressions.

Let's start with Gaara.

As you said, Anon, yes!! He pummels Deidara like he was possessed. Before that Naruto said this,

"I'll pound you"... I couldn't understand the exact japanese term he used here... But it's definitely not 'Korosu zo' which means "I'll kill you".

But, When Sasuke died, Naruto's choice of words and emotions varies a lot from what he had for Gaara. Instead of “I won’t forgive you” or ‘I’ll pound you’, he just uses a plain, “I’ll Kill you”

So, The level of Naruto's rage varies from person to person.

Let's go to Naruto's reaction after hearing Jiraiya's Death.

Naruto was surprisingly calm here as compared to the reaction he had for Gaara. Does it means Gaara is more important to him than Jiraiya?? No...

After retrieving Gaara, Naruto fought with Orochimaru and sent Pink Trash to a fly when she foolishly approached him in his 4 Tailed State. After realizing this, Naruto decided not to seek Kyuubi's power voluntarily.

And that's why Naruto was genuinely shocked and shaken to the core but didn't resort to rage. And then he was weeping rivers.

So, Naruto was calm, shocked, shaken initially and then found determination to avenge his Master.

So far so good.

At the end of the Pain Arc, we saw a new Naruto with much more Maturity because he forgave his enemy who destroyed his home and killed his master and that’s not very easy to do.

However, after hearing the News that Danzo decided to eliminate Sasuke, we see the Devil slowly goes back to its Rampage mode.

LOL... Just when we saw a matured Naruto who could able to stop a chain of Hatred, he went back to his older self and looks furious.

When Naruto learns that Raikage decided to execute Sasuke, he plans to meet Raikage and begs him to change his decision.

We all would have viewed this scene at a surface level of 'Aww!!! Look How Naruto begs for the sake of Sasuke??!!!'...Well, Atleast, I viewed in that way.

But Naruto's choice of words looks very interesting.

"I can't sit back and watch him be killed"

"I don't want Sasuke to be the cause of War between Konoha and Kumo"

So, Naruto will not let them kill Sasuke and sit still or stop the chain of Hatred by forgiving them. Naruto indicates there will be war if Sasuke was killed.

Added to that, when Naruto learnt that everyone turned their back on Sasuke. He just went into Hypervetilation mode.

All the above panels screams anger, impatience, vulnerability and desperation for Sasuke's possible death as compared to Calm, Shocked, shaken and determination for Jiraiya's death.

So, the pattern we see here for Naruto is that, Something bad happening or happened or going to happen to Sasuke evokes extremely strong reaction in Naruto.

Even in Borutoverse, that pattern hasn’t changed one bit.

This is a grown ass man who saw Sasuke was injured with burn marks and Naruto went into ‘Kooo Kooo Crazy’ rage mode

And when he saw Sasuke was fine, Naruto was just grinning. [[ Does brothers really react this way? Gosh!!!]]

So, how would Naruto react if Danzo killed Sasuke?

Far worse than how Sasuke reacted every time when he killed Danzo. We saw Sasuke awakened his complete Susanoo, summoned Hawk and went into a controlled Rage whenever Danzo mentioned Itachi’s name. Naruto would sprout Nine-Tails on the go and mercilessly destroy him and smash him into pieces to the point of no recognition.

How would Naruto react if Raikage hunted and killed Sasuke?

For this, I can’t predict. Because Sasuke genuinely kidnapped Killer Bee and Raikage suffered for it. Unlike Danzo, Raikage is not that bad. But still Naruto told him that he doesn’t want Sasuke to be the cause of war between Konoha and Kumo. Hence, Naruto would still fight Raikage with all his might and kill him.

But in any case, Naruto would fight till the point of Self-Destructing himself and the opponents. There is no way I can see a situation where Sasuke died and Naruto paying respects to his grave and move on with his life.

That won’t happen.

How do I say this?

As we all know, ‘Sasuke is Naruto’s strength and Naruto is Sasuke’s weakness’. How can one live without their source of strength? And Naruto’s majority of his life as a ninja was built upon the presence of Sasuke. Like whenever Sasuke acknowledges him, Naruto gets powered up. Except for Senjutsu, everything he learnt to become stronger was for Sasuke.

And this ‘One doesn’t exist without the other’ theme was reinforced many times over and over throughout the series.

Moment 1:

His promise under the bridge. Naruto looks very confident when he said this.

Moment 2:

Surprisingly, they almost went to the near death situation at the same time.

Moment 3:

They get Sage powers at the same time.

Moment 4:

For every part Sasuke loses, Naruto also loses the same. No more or no less.

BONUS MOMENT:

I don’t know if you can consider this in this context, but I find it interesting anyway.

They both lose their powers in the same battle, surprisingly.

It’s funny that even in the Borutoverse, they try to keep up this dynamics which I find it to be amusing. It’s because Kishi stepped in as writer during this battle, he just set this up I guess.

In short,

Naruto would go 10 times more feral than he was during the Pain Arc if it was Danzo and fight with all his strength when it comes to Raikage.

However, I believe

Naruto would fight to the point of self-destructing himself and the opponent in the end.

#naruto #sasuke #sns #gaara #danzo #sasunaru #sasunarusasu #narusasu

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yandere-sins · 4 years ago

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Imagine a comparison of pre timeskip and post timeskip love letters from Dimitri. Like pre timeskip is all flowing soliloquies about how much he adores you with a sinister undercurrent of possessive behavior and post time skip is mask off straight up incomprehensible rambling that is written with blood on somebodies shirt. Shit sounds just 👌

Aaah, I kinda always kept this ask because I wanted to do these letters but I couldn’t bring myself to it ;;

But anon, you are so right.

As a student, Dimitri still has his dignity to write you in penmanship that makes you think he just personally awarded you a medal. And yet, what he writes is probably the sappiest, most naive story of how much you mean to him. How everything he sees and hears just reminds him of you, from morning dew on flowers to horses neighing as they wait for their riders. It’s cringy enough to not show your friends, and at the same time, fairytale-like that you feel like you will burst if you don’t tell someone about your royal admirer.

However, as you keep reading it over and over, unable to put the letters (plural, he wrote about 5 pages, two-sided, adding additional ones after he found the courage to actually send them to you), it feels weirder and weirder by the sentence. You can overlook some of the innuendos in it that Dimitri might not even have wanted to put in there, but it’s clear as day that he has a lot of feelings about you. Still, especially when it comes to how he feels when he sees you with your friends, away from him, out of his reach, you get the shudders. It takes a while to completely get through all Dimitri has written, truly a rollercoaster of emotions on both sides; yours and his. It’s hard to make out in the end what exactly his intentions are, other than to tell you how much he likes you but hates everything happening in your life and out of his control at the same time. Really strange, and you end the reading with goosebumps, wondering what you should do about your admirer who doesn’t appear so proper to you anymore as you always thought he was.

The questions about his sanity you had since that letter are finally answered when you meet his eye after being separated for years. In the dim blue you see a flame burn up again, one of desire that instantly attaches to the image of you reflecting in them. The questionable gifts he sends you freak you out, but how can you blame him after all he’s been through? It’s terrible, but he is needed. You had always been his first love, so it’s expected he’d latch on to you even if you wanted to get away from him now more than ever.

But the war is still raging, so you just have to hold out no matter how many bloody hearts you find in front of your door in the morning, or his clothes, dirty and disgusting, after he was forced to change them. The new ‘letters‘ are his unique - a bit feral - way of showing his love and, well, possession, but you need to keep your mouth shut. You can’t lose your general and most prolific warrior. You are nothing compared to Dimitri, but you make plans on how to avoid him the moment the battle is won. However, your resolve will be tested the night before the grand battle. Dimitri seemed to have gotten better, but perhaps only you know that insanity is still lodged in his brain as you read his last message to you. In capital letters, smeared in blood on the wall of your temporary lodging is a string of words you never wanted to read:

FINALLY WE CAN BE TOGETHER

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bitchfitch · 3 years ago

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"Nereida!" John, one of the research center lab techs called. He came jogging down the hall, his lab coat thrown over one shoulder to save himself from the warmth it would have added to the already sweltering day, " I've got a favor to ask."

Nereida stopped, stepping closer to the wall to keep them out of the main walkway while he repositioned his armload of notebooks to stop himself from dropping them. "What's up?"

"I need you to go get more DNA samples from your boyfriend," John held out the sample kit, "I'll trade you this for those?" he offered, "They're just going to data entry right?"

"He's not my boyfriend, but deal," Nereida gladly handed the notebooks over, "And yeah, but I'm curious what happened to the last samples?"

John started walking as he answered, "Contaminated, all three of them ruined," he sighs.

"Wait how could that happen? I thought headquarters got some super genius working in the lab? Think his name is Johnny or something," Nereida prodded.

"Ha ha very funny," John hip checked Nereida good naturedly, "But yeah I suspect Jish is just too alien to have his DNA replicated like we normally do it. Probably had some real trace contamination somewhere, or the original tubes came contaminated from factory or whatever else. Point is, you need to stick your hand near that beasties mouth again." John rambled as they approached the data collections desk.

"I'll see what I can do. He's not a big fan of being treated like a science experiment you know?"

"To bad so sad for him. If he wants less attention from us he could stop chasing all the other mermaids away," John unloads the stack on the desk before turning to face Nereida, "Or, Maybe, Perhaps, Just a thought here, Maybe, Maybe, you could talk him into getting some of his mermaid friends to come and let us run a few tests with them too? You know, so him hogging the good beach could maybe have some positives to it?"

"I told you all, I can't make him do anything and I don't think he's a leader or anything. He's just big enough he can throw his weight around" Nereida crosses his arms over his chest, sinking back into himself a little.

John was the sort to always be a bit over the top and pushy. Nereida knew he didn't mean any harm with his words but that didn't stop a coil of anxiety from blooming inside of him. Maybe if he just tried again Jish would listen this time? Maybe it's been long enough and Jish has had enough positive experiences with humans to trust their team with a visit from whatever friends he had.

"I know, I know, but-" John stopped himself and sighed, "I know. He's just been a source of frustration for everyone besides you lately and it would be nice if you could at least get him to play nice."

"He plays plenty nice," Nereida huffed, "You all just don't never give him a chance to."

"Nereida-"

"No, Seriously, I need to go get these samples for you anyways. Come with me and you'll see he's perfectly nice."

"You want me-" John points at himself, "-To go down on to that beach with your uber possessive killer whale sized boyfriend who Hates it when you stand within five feet of another person? That's your plan? Is he feeling peckish? Is that what this is about?"

"John-"

"I mean, I will go, To observe and make sure he doesn't chew on you. Because I'm a good friend, but I'm Not getting on the beach with him."

"John-"

"You should be Greatful really-"

"John!"

"Nereida!"

"Do you want to meet Jish?"

"Yes of course I want to meet the actual real alien mermaid who basically lives right outside our doors."

Nereida sighs, rubbing the bridge of his nose as he turns to start heading that way, "Come on then."

"I'm still staying up on the walkway," John followed close behind, "Not getting within grabbing distance of him, no sir. I mean, We joke you're a bit of a scaredy cat but I don't know who else in this building could go right up to a creature that size and tell it to say 'aaah'"

"That's fine, John. And I'm pretty certain Rebecca used to be a whale trainer. Those things are way more dangerous than Jish."

"Yeah but those are animals, he's a person who's whale sized. Like, Seriously, how are you not scared of him? It's like a magic trick watching you walk right up to him. Is it because of the siren thing?"

"There is no siren thing. I'm Not a siren I'm not related to any sirens. I'm just an ok singer. Ok? But Whatever, The secret is I'm Terrified of Jish."

"No fucking way. You let him cuddle you and do that biting thing he does. No one with a fear response would do that."

"It's -" Nereida pauses as he tries to put the nebulous cocktail of emotion Jish inspires within him into words, "It's like skydiving. I know it's dangerous, I know there's a significant chance I will die every time I go down onto that beach. But... But I think that's part of the thrill."

Nereida neglected to mention the warmth that filled him when Jish held him close like the most precious thing in the world, or the twitchy giggly thing that coiled around his chest when Jish got excited or smug about something that felt so banal to Nereida.

"The fact you're crushing on him hard has nothing to do with it?" John prods. Of everyone at the research station he seemed the most gung-ho about and supportive of Nereida and Jish's relationship, a fact Nereida wasn't sure if he resented or appreciated.

"Shut up," Nereida laughs, "I'm not crushing on him."

"Yeah and my name is lord pinkerbottom the eighth." John holds the door open for him when they finally reach the side exit, "Why are you so hesitant about admitting you like him anyways? It's not a very well kept secret."

"It's complicated John."

"How? You like him, he Obviously likes you. You're a boy and he's a thirty foot long sea monster, a tale as old as time."

Nereida had to stop himself from laughing at that stupid quip. It wasn't even funny. Just Absurd and true in a way that put a spotlight on the bizarre life Nereida had found himself in.

The hot humid air carried the smell of salt off of the miles and miles of ocean that covered this planet. This island was one of only a very few large and stable enough to build on, and that was where the hesitation came from.

This beautiful alien world of shallow life rich seas and massive dark chasms that dropped off into a nothingness so deep they'd yet to be able to get a camera down far enough to see the bottom before it was crushed under the pressure of the world above. This beautiful alien world that had no place in it for a human to make a life without the aid of a resource hungry corporation masquerading as a research fim. His love for Jish didn't matter because one day his contract would be up and they'd never see each other again.

"There's an entire chapter in the employee hand book about all the paperwork you have to do to date a coworker, can you imagine how much longer that would be if it also had to account for you dating a research specimen?" Nereida shrugged, "I've already got enough enemies on the station, no reason to go add another 50 pages to the corporate mandated reading."

"You actually read the hand book?" John laughed, clearly not believing a word Nereida said, but graciously leaving it alone.

"Of course. You know they wouldn't spend a cent more on ink than they had to, so there's definitely some important stuff in there."

They reached the walkway that ran along the edge of the short cliff which overlooked the beach Jish had commandeered for his nap and hangout spot. It had a beautiful view out over the sea, with the only obstruction being the tower of broken shark cages that had been welded to each other and then to the railing that guarded the edge. As far as makeshift safety devices went, it wasn't the worst, but it did creak relentlessly when Nereida, a man most would describe as 'dainty' or 'twig like' climbed down through it. There used to be a locked door at the bottom, but Jish had long since pried it off to, as he saw it, give Nereida the freedom to interact with him without sturdy metal bars between them. Nereida had always had the key to that lock.

Jish was mostly submerged in the shallows, laying in the sand with this edges of his first and second dorsal fins being all that crept above the water line. The silt kicked up by the waves made it difficult to see what he was doing.

Nereida left his shoes outside of the waters reach and waded in towards Jish, stopping as soon as he began to stir.

Jish lifted himself so that his eyes were above the water line, narrowed against the sun that was glaring down from behind Nereida. Jish could be hard to read, if you didn't know what you were looking for, but the very subtle loss of tension, the way his fins drooped and he let himself lazily rise up above the waters surface was as clear of a 'happy to see you' sort of expression he could make.

He rumbled the low, quiet greeting he reserved for Nereida as he drew closer, his mass blocking the small waves that had lapped at the cuffs of Nereida's shorts.

Nereida glanced over his shoulder, pausing for just a moment under the pressure of John watching from the railing above them, before returning the call as best he could.

Jish didn't miss the glance, his attention flicking between Nereida and John for a brief moment. Nereida could see the beginnings of something brewing in Jish's mind, some bit of that territoriality that always served to remind that Jish was not to be treated as though he were a human partner.

"Jish," Nereida stepped back towards the shore, not wanting the test kits to get destroyed in the cross fire if Jish did try something, "Can you come with me for a moment? I just need to ask you a favor."

"Who?" Jish rumbled, he could speak just fine, but preferred to keep to simple words and sentences for his own unknown reasons.

"That's John. He's one of the lab guys, He's just waiting for me to get a few more cheek swabs from you."

Jish nodded, his eyes never leaving John as he followed Nereida to the large flat rock they had come to use as their primary spot. Nereida climbed on top of it, with a little help from Jish giving him a small boost up. Like this, when they both sat comfortably they were almost eye level with eachother.

Nereida got the first test kit ready, but when he approached with it Jish stayed leaned with his chin against the stone.

"Am I going to have to bribe you?" Nereida teased, kneeling down in front of him.

"Yes, Grapes." he replied, in that solemn tone one only ever uses while joking.

"If I get you frozen grapes will you let me take three samples instead?" Nereida had planned to bring some around tonight anyways, might as well use them to his advantage.

Jish pretended to think about it for a moment, complete with a long performative 'hmmm' sound, before he sat up and opened his mouth.

Nereida giggled to himself, for all his ferocity, Jish could be pretty cute.

The process of taking the swab was no different from with anyone else, but Nereida still double and triple checked every step as he did it. Even glancing over the instruction sheet that came with these things and which he'd already read about a hundred times. He didn't want to have to do this again. Not when Jish already, rightfully, resented being treated more like a test subject than a person.

"Perfectly done," Nereida praised with that cadence one only uses when joking, "I'm going to go give these to John and then get your grapes, ok? I've also got a new movie I want to watch if you're up for it."

The tension that rose up in Jish at the mention of John was immediate and obvious. His tail flicking once and his attention turning back to where John still stood.

Nereida tried to defuse the situation, to keep Jish's attention on him and their evening plans, but Jish acted before he could.

Jish, rather than rushing the cliff like he normally did in such situations, his gargantuan size making it almost trivial for him to launch up and grab for something near the edge before crashing back down, he instead grabbed for Nereida.

One massive hand bracing around Nereida's hip as the other went to grip at the back of his rash guard. Holding him firm and stopping him from being able to back away without having to put too much force into it.

Nereida didn't have time to struggle before Jish was burrying his face in the crook of Nereida's neck, forcing him to cant his head to the side. Jish's long tongue dragging along the column of his neck, the edges of his teeth brushing accross the fragile skin above Nereida's jugular.

Nereida froze, his own blood going cold with terror and the overwhelming feeling that this was it. Jish had finally given up his charade and became the beast Nereida was too stupid to not give a wider berth.

The hand on Nereida's hip gripped him a little harder, Jish chirred that frustrated sound he used when he wasn't getting his way. He backed away to glare up at John for just long enough for Nereida's panic stricken mind to finally catch up and let him start struggling against Jish's grip.

Jish let him go like he'd been burned, hurt and confusion written in his posture and in the tone of his placating hum.

Nereida fell backwards on the stone, landing hard on his hands and rear. His heart raced and he thought he'd choke on his own breath.

"Jish-" he swallowed hard, his eyes clenching shut as he tried to will away his shaking, "Jish, what the fuck!?"

"Sorry-"

"No- Don't do that," Nereida snapped, raising his voice a few more levels than was probably necessary. He scrubbed this hands over his face, the scuffed up skin stinging. The confusion vanished in an instant, Jish's fins pinned back and down and his eyes got that tightness that made him look like a dog being told off for eating the mail. "Just- You scared me really bad."

"Sorry," he tried again, slowly reaching to put a hand on Nereida's thigh to try and comfort, or seek comfort from him, but Nereida flinched away as soon as he came close. "Sorry. I-" his mouth moved like he meant to say more, but again, "Sorry," was all he could say.

"It's fine," Nereida lied, "Just, never do that again."

Jish gathered the dropped tests for Nereida as he got to his feet, slow and careful about it to avoid causing more fear. Nereida took the tests when they were offered to him, sighing heavily as he tried to think about what to say next.

"Jish, Why did you do that?" he tried not to sound accusatory, even if he did really want to be.

"I don't like him," Jish said plainly, "I don't like his tests, I don't like him watching."

"I know. But why? Why do That?" Nereida just wanted to understand. It wasn't the first time Jish and him had shared a similar type of touch. Nereida, under different circumstances had welcomed it, but to have their intimacy turned into something terrifying like that retroactively poisoned what had come before. Had it all just been a show of Jish's perceived possession of him?

Jish shrugged, "Love you. Don't like him watching. Don't want him to take you away again."

Jish had said some variation on "I love you" many times. Nereida had never verbally returned the sentiment, and he didn't do it now either, even when the words were poised right behind his lips.

"John had nothing to do with that experiment-" that was it wasn't it? The piece of the puzzle Nereida didn't know he was missing finally clicked into place. "-Wait, Jish, have you been so aggressive with everyone because of that week we weren't allowed to see each other?"

"They took you away," He said it like it was obvious, "No one would tell me if you were ok."

Nereida wanted to hold on tight to his anger. Jish being scared of loosing him didn't give him the right to be violent towards Nereida's coworkers or forceful about displaying their affections, but it did explain it. To Jish everyone in the station was responsible for that awful experience. A belief that was probably only aided by Nereida never making a distinction between the completly unethical and demonstrably traumatizing psychological experiment, and the benign genetic tests that were being run to determine what zoonotic disease risk there might be between their species.

"Jish," Nereida hesitated to approach him, but still he did, coming to sit at the edge of the stone beside him, "John had nothing to do with that. Out of everyone up there he's the one rooting for us the most."

Jish didn't respond immediately, instead turning to stare up at where John still watched them for a long moment. "I don't like that he watches."

"I'll tell him to knock it off, then," Nereida reassured him. "I have to go give these to him, and I'll be back with your grapes and a movie for us to watch soon."

Jish nods and helps Nereida down from the rock, but stays beside it until Nereida is back at the ladder, only then does he slip off back into the ocean, completely disappearing off the edge of the shelf in a matter of seconds.

During the short climb back up the ladder Nereida dreads the conversation that awaits his at it's summit. John saw all of that. John... would be very John about it and probably say a lot of things Nereida wasn't ready to hear about what happened.

Mercifully the man at least waited for him to be on solid ground before launching into his interrogation.

"What was that all about?" John asked, taking the viles when handed them without even looking at them.

"Nothing. Jish doesn't like feeling watched," Nereida started towards the dorms with John in close pursuit behind him.

"It didn't look like nothing."

"John, not now, ok?"

"Fine, fine, fine, but you have to at least admit I was right to stay up on the walkway like that. I think he would have killed me the instant he saw me touch the sand on that beach," He laughed, Nereida didn't, "Come on that was funny."

"No it's not. You're right. He would have killed you. He thought you were the one behind that stupid experiment from a few months ago."

The experiment in question was well known enough around the facility that just the mention of it got a wince out of John. "Why? Wasn't that an idea handed down from leadership? I had nothing to do with it! Hell, I signed the petition to end it on day three!"

"He doesn't know what happens up here, I think he just thought that since you do experiments on him now you must have been the one doing it before too."

"Huh, I mean I want to argue but that feels sound enough," he's blessedly quiet for a few moments, pulling a pen from his shirt pocket to label the viles.

"I'm sorry you saw that," Nereida sighed after a moment. "Do you mind keeping it between us?"

"Hm? Yeah, yeah of course. No one will hear about it from me," he shrugs, "It'll be one of the never before seen details they include in the movie about what's happening between you two they make in a decade or something."

"What?" Nereida can't help but crack a confused smile at his coworkers bizarre statement.

"What do you mean what? Young scientist at the beginning of his career becomes an expert in the study of an alien species because one of their own was wooed by his singing. Watch this heart warming tale about love and over coming differences in the face of great adversity," he put on a comically bad impression of a movie trailer voiceover.

"Uhg, don't jynx me like that," Nereida swats at his shoulder.

"Just you wait. I'm going to be proven right again and the four of us, you, me, Jish, and my future wife I have not met yet will all see the direct to tv movie while our kids play together in the other room,"

"Yeah, well there's how I can prove your prediction is wrong. Jish and I arn't exactly going to be having kids any time soon."

"Well, obviously not Soon, but the last batch of DNA tests Did say he was human after all." John jokes.

"Yeah? And I'm a mermaid too then," Nereida replies.

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uglypastels · 4 years ago

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Hogwarts idea

Can you make a fic about how Tom sneakes out at night to spend the nights in the readers room (common room/bedroom) he’s a gryffindor and she’s a ravenclaw

Maybe they have a deal with the house teacher of one of the houses. Maybe he tries to hide in her bed as so not to wake the others. Maybe they fall asleep in the common room and have a minor panic when they wake up and it’s morning. Maybe they accidentally switch clothes or one of them steal the others clothes so they walk around with the wrong colors.

love love love love this!!! and I'm sorry it took me so long, I've been in a bit of a writing slump, but this is the best request to get me out of it! thank you <3 and hope you like it. (this got a bit out of hand and I might have changed the ending a lil bit but I hope its good heh)

(gender neutral!reader, I think? at least that's what I went for but if I accidentally missed something just let me know and I'll edit, I'm dumb)

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Being in your seventh year at Hogwarts, with exams just around the corner, was taking up almost every waking minute of your days. Adding the fact that you had your Head Student duties, and Tom had his Quidditch house team to take care of, meaning that you barely ever had time for each other. The only solution, in your young and smitten minds, was that some rules needed to be broken- just a little bit.

It took Tom some time to convince you since you were supposed to be setting the right example for the younger students, but eventually, one gloomy Friday morning, he finally got to you.

"C'mon, love, it will be fun," he had his arm draped around you as you tried to enjoy your breakfast, the looks of your fellow housemates never going unnoticed. There had never been a rule against students eating meals at different tables, and yet, seeing the captain of the Gryffindor team spending all his mornings and evenings at the Ravenclaw table was a strange sight. He preferred your table, he had said one day when you asked, it was quieter. That you could not disagree with. The Gryffindors were always rowdy.

"I don't know Tommy, what if we get in trouble?" you bit the inside of your cheek, as you always did when you got nervous. Tom responded by pulling you in tighter and kissing your cheek, then said:

"That's half the fun of it, darling." His words rushed an array of feelings through you. A part of you started to feel flustered, while the other wanted to shove his face in the large bowl of porridge that stood on the table.

"Please," he looked at you with his usual sad puppy-eyed look. "I feel like never get to see you, y/n. So I'll come over tonight, you can let me into the Rave tower, we'll hang out a bit and then I'll leave- like nothing ever happened. What do you think?"

"I don't know, Tommy-" You tried to keep a straight face, but it was hard to say no to a gorgeous face like his. after a few short moments of silence, you finally agreed, "fine. Be there at 10. Do not be late, Holland."

"I wouldn't dare to waste a second away from you." He kissed you, grabbed a slice of toast (from your plate, of course), and got up.

"Wait, where are you going?" You asked, confused, since breakfast wouldn't end for another 20 minutes.

"I'm kind of late for early detention with McGonagall," he chuckled before running off, toast between his teeth. You just rolled your eyes and finished your meal in peace.

You never really thought that your classes were boring, but that day, every minute seemed to go by at a quarter of its speed. It was as if someone had put a time-stopping hex on you if that even was a thing. You couldn't wait to finish your studies in the library (the scheduled hours at the library was necessary since there was still so much to get through before the NEWTs), so you could make your way back to the Great Hall for dinner. Once there, you immediately were on the lookout for the head of dark brown curls. You stood in the doorway, letting people pass you, but no luck; Tom was nowhere to be seen.

Internally, you already started cursing. It would be just your luck that he'd get attention again for the rest of the night. Why did you have to fall for the troublemaker-

"Aaah!" you shrieked as suddenly your feet were lifted from the ground. Arms wrapped around your middle, and you were spinning around. You wanted to scream more, but you heard the familiar laugh, and it immediately put you at ease.

"Put me down," you laughed. Tom complied without pretence. But his hands remained at your sides as you turned to face him. And then, eagerly, his lips met yours in a chaste kiss.

It was, of course, silly to think that you could have this moment just for yourself, in a hall filled with hundreds of students. Only a few seconds into your kiss, you could hear wolf-whistles around you. Someone, who sounded very much like Tom's friend and team co-captain Harrison, called out from afar: "Get it, Holland!" Tom was quick to put up two fingers in his direction, not paying attention to anyone. But the mood was ruined, and you pulled apart.

"Missed you today," he said softly.

"Missed you, too." You replied. His fingers slipped between yours, and like that, hand in hand, you were already making your way to the Ravenclaw table, but, unfortunately, Tom was stopped when someone tugged at the back of his robes.

"Oi, you dickhead-" but he laughed it off when he saw it was Ben, another friend and member of the Gryffindor team.

"Sorry 'bout that," Ben apologised, "but we're supposed to be holding a team meeting, remember?" He pointed over at the Gryffindor table, and, indeed, the rest of the team was huddled together at the edge of the table. Harrison had gotten up when he saw you and Tom looking, returning the gesture of the two fingers held up in the V-shape.

"Shit, I forgot." Tom brushed his fingers through his hair. He looked at you, eyes already full of regret, and you could tell he was ready to apologise, but you stopped him before he even opened his mouth.

"Don't worry, we'll talk later, yeah." You kissed him on the cheek, "remember, 10."

And miraculously, Tom did remember. As the clock in the Ravenclaw common room struck 10, you heard the faint knock at the other side of the entrance. Of course, Tom knew where and how to access the Ravenclaw tower, but the riddles that the eagle doorknocker asked were at times a bit too hard, bless him.

You pushed the door open, and there he stood. His robes were exchanged for sweatpants and a hoodie. A blue one, you noticed, not that that would help him fit in with the crowd in the common room. Tom had been team captain for the past three years, and his team had not failed to win the cup once since he had even joined the team, to begin with. Everyone in school knew him and adored him. Not even the rest of your house managed to be mad at him (though the Ravenclaw team definitely held a bit of a grudge after a few bad losses over the years).

He stepped inside, and you quickly lead him around the common room up the stairs of the dormitories.

You had heard that years ago, the stairs had a spell on them that stopped the male students from even attempting to step up to the other dormitories. Now, however, this "rule" has been dropped, ever since several students expressed their concerns for the double standards between the male and female student body, as well as the discomfort it might set up for the queer students.

Personally, you thought it would be even better if every student could have their own room, since sharing a space with four other people could get a bit crowded at times and you liked your privacy, but it was understandable that in an ancient building like Hogwarts renovations were not always an option.

Luck struck once more when you opened the door to your dormitory, and it was empty. All of your friends were still out, most likely staring at their books, in the hopes of getting struck with a moment of brilliance that could help them pass their exams. You closed the door, and Tom made himself comfortable in your bed.

It felt like the entire day had already been wasted, not to mention dinner, so you hurried down to your bed, pulling down the curtains of the four-poster, just to get that little bit of privacy you longed for at the end long day. But, of course, it was nothing unusual or suspicious since you often closed your curtains when you were too tired to chat with your roommates.

It was dark with the curtains closed, but Tom was quick to pull out his wand and murmured "lumos" the tip immediately illuminated in soft blue light. The glow was just enough for you to see his face, the goofy grin taking over his features.

"What are you laughing at?" you asked, whispering in case someone would walk in.

"Nothing," he shrugged, "just happy to be here with you."

"You're daft," you laughed.

"Yeah, about you," and with that, he kissed you. The light at the end of his want went out as he dropped between you. His lips were soft and sweet, the pudding that had been served with dinner still lingering on him. He must have stolen a few cookies from the table when it had finished, you thought, to eat later. He often did that.

You stayed like that, cuddling, stealing kisses from one another, for hours, probably. You were never quite sure because eventually, you both drifted off into a slumber. You could have probably slept like that, wrapped in his arms, forever, if it wasn't the bright light peeking through your curtains that was hitting you right in the face. And the whispers. You could hear people talking.

"I swear, they're just the cutest." It was your friend talking.

"But do they really need to do it here?" A second voice said, also familiar to you. "I mean, how many rules do you think they're breaking?"

"Oh shut!" you heard pillows being thrown. Or at least assumed that was what was happening around you. You couldn't be bothered to open your eyes, instead deciding to focus on Tom and his calm breathing. Your head was close to his chest, so you felt it rise with each inhale he took, and you could hear his heartbeat.

It was Saturday, meaning no classes. You had studied every day for the past few weeks, definitely deserving a little break for the day. If you remembered correctly, Tom wouldn't have training until the late afternoon and you could always skip breakfast. If you got hungry before tea, you could always sneak into the kitchens. After all, the two of you had already broken so many rules, what would be the harm in one more.

Ignoring the further whispers of your friends, you snuggled closer to Tom, feeling his arm wrapping tighter around you. Both of you shuffled around a bit, trying to find back the comfort from the night, and quickly you fell back to sleep.

The End

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oh-obrien · 4 years ago

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AAAH THE ONE SHOT WITH THE STOVE WAS EVERYTHING! ✨✨Could I also request something? I did feel the duel scene was a bit underwhelming, I did want some more drama tbh (and I love Anthony as well). What about a one shot Anthony x reader, where the reader accompanies Daphne and lots of more drama? Perhaps reader gets hurt, Anthony in panic, angsty and stuff..feel free to adjust

I HOPE THIS ONE IS GOOD TOO!! I took a few creative liberties with this, adjusting the events on the show to fit the request and what not.

I’m coming off of a little bit of a migraine hangover and tbh I’m not sure how I feel about this right now on top of getting back into the swing of school. This is the first day since Friday that looking at my computer for more than twenty minutes doesn’t hurt my head so sorry it took longer than expected.

As always if you’re not happy with this, or if you want to request anything else feel free to slide into my inbox! These requests are SUPER fun.

After Daphne’s scandalous run in with Simon in the garden the night before, Anthony had taken it upon himself to challenge his long-time friend to a duel. The ball was supppsed to be your and Anthony’s grand debut as the newest couple of the season, however, you never got your dance with the Lord, and your dance card now laid empty and forgotten on the floor of the Bridgerton study.

Your dress also laid crumpled in a ball of fabric in the corner of the room. After hearing of your and Anthony’s intentions to begin properly courting, Violet had taken you to the seamstress to get one of your gown adjusted. Genevieve Delacroix had added stunning crystals to the delicate pale green fabric. Your had had been done perfectly by the Bridgerton family’s staff and you had even agreed to wearing a small amount of makeup. However, the night of your dreams abruptly ended when Anthony interrupted your conversation with Colin to inform you both he would be taking Daphne home for the evening as she was not feeling well.

The anger pouring off the eldest Bridgerton was like nothing you had ever seen before and you couldn’t help but wonder if she had rejected the Prince’s proposal, as you knew he had to intend to propose soon, and no night seemed better. However, as Anthony dragged his sister away you couldn’t catch his or Daphne’s eye, leaving your dreams of starting a whirlwind public relationship with Anthony crushed.

You now sat on the desk in the Bridgerton study, Colin pacing around the room in front of you, his boots rhythmically hitting the floor with every step he took. “What if he kills Simon?”

“Colin-”

“What if Simon kills him?”

“Colin I don’t think that-”

“Benedict surely doesn’t want to be bothered with the social scene, does that mean the responsibility to escort all of my sisters through their season falls on me?” The boy in front of you stopped pacing and pulled on the roots of his hair, letting out a long, frustrated sigh. “I’m supposed to be traveling soon! Anthony is supposed to be the mature one, he’s supposed to know how to run the family! Not me!”

“COLIN! STOP!” You finally cut the boy off, standing up and placing both of your hands firmly on his shoulders. “Nothing is going to happen to Simon or Anthony, no one saw Simon and Daphne in that garden other than your brother so there’s nothing to hide!” You dropped your hands from Colin’s shoulder.

“But-” both you and Colin turned to face the door of the study, Daphne standing in the doorway, her tone sombre and her head bowed towards the ground. “What if someone did see?”

You stepped away from Colin to face the eldest Bridgerton daughter, your tone changing to one of concern. “What do you mean what if someone saw,” you felt panic starting to bubble up in your chest. “Did someone see you and Simon in the garden last night?” You thought Anthony had been overreacting when he pulled yourself and Colin into the study the night before after you had helped escort Lady Bridgerton home. But if Daphne was concerned someone saw her and Simon kiss, maybe he wasn’t overreacting.

Daphne opened her mouth, as if she wanted TJ speak, before closing it again. Silence fell across the three of you before you heard Daphne gasp. “Cressida Cowper,” Daphne blurted out. “When Anthony brought me inside she stopped me and and asked if I caught a chill in the garden.” You watched Daphne’s expression change to one of concern.

“Cressida Cowper,” Colin started running a frustrated hand over his face again, “saw you and Hastings in the garden last night and Anthony, nor Hastings, know?” He took in a long breath before leering the air out through his nose.

Daphne quickly shook her head. “Colin you need to tell me where they went,” Daphne demanded. You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, not finding it proper to interrupt the conversation between the siblings.

“Daphne, Hasting has, he’s done you one of the greatest dishonors,” Colin quickly shook his head, giving his sister a clearly confused look. “I’m sure you want him to pay.”

“I don’t want him to pay with his life!” Daphne’s voice grew louder and you stepped towards the sibilants again, hoping you wouldn’t have to be the one to calm their tempers so no one else in the estate would be woken.

“Well, I’m sure both Anthony and the Duke will do as gentlemen should and shoot wide,” Colin supplemented with a shrug.

You stepped between the two siblings, “besides,” you supplemented, “everyone might just think that Cressida has a grudge against you. You did take the Prince’s attention off of her, even if you don’t want to admit it.”

Daphne, however, seemed to refuse to take no for an answer. “Colin you need to tell me where they went.” She turned to her brother again, a desperate look on her face now, “you know Anthony’s pride won’t let him shoot wide.”

Colin puffed air into his cheek, letting it out slowly before speaking. “Fine, but we’re coming with you.”

You had been lucky enough to be able to bring your own horse with you to London, and now, racing towards the site of the duel, you were glad you had. The Bridgerton’s horses clearly had not gotten used to speeding across the hills, as they lagged slightly behind you. Years of living out in the middle of the country had given you, and your horses, the ability to adapt to all different types of terrain. Be it flooded field, rolling hills or even shoulder high grasses, your horses were able to tackle it all.

You were glad your hair, still expertly tied up from the night before, had yet to be taken out as it kept the strands from flying into your face, distracting you from the task at hand. Still slightly ahead of both Colin and Daphne you were able to make out five figures standing in a plot of open land between two beautiful trees. Anthony and Simon were back to back in the clearing, both men clutching a handgun between their hands.

“You can go faster,” you urged your horse while he pushed himself to fly faster through the tall grass field, his breath coming out in heavy puffs. Anthony and Simon began to take slow, steady steps away from each other and you held your breath, knowing you were unable to push your horse to go any faster without him hurting himself.

Both men paused briefly before turning to face each other. Anthony pointed his gun towards Simon, while the Duke aimed towards the sky. Now, within proper distance of the ongoing duel you started to slow your horse. “Anthony!” You swung both of your legs to one side of your horse, trying to keep your balance while you did so. “Anthony stop!” Your horse slowed to nearly a stop and you let yourself slide off your horse’s back, your feet not even hitting the ground before you were running towards the two men.

“What are you doing?” Benedict practically yelled while you ran in between Anthony and the Duke. “Anthony! Anthony stop!” Benedict called when he realized you had already made up your mind. However, his call for the eldest Bridgerton to hold his fire.

Before you knew what had hit you, in both a literal and figurative sense, you felt a searing pain cut across your cheek. The bang of the gun firing didn’t reach your ears until after you had hit the ground, your left hand clutched tightly over your right cheek. Anthony and Benedict calling your name didn’t register either, especially when you pulled your hand away from your cheek and noticed it had been covered in blood.

“(Y/N),” a warm, heavy hand was placed on your shoulder and another pulled your hand away from your cheek. “The doctor needs to make you’re you’re fine, (Y/N),” Anthony’s panicked eyes met your own. However, you couldn’t focus on them with the pain in your cheek and the blood still covering your hand.

An older man crouched down next to you, pulling a medical bag up next to him and opening it before he began expecting the wound on your cheek. “The bullet just grazed her,” the doctor spoke while he began cleaning the wound, “she’s lucky.”

“Thank the heavens,” Anthony breathed out while he pressed his forehead to your temple on your unharmed side, his warm breath fanning across your cheek. “I’m so sorry,” you could hear his voice break towards the end.

“She’s perfectly fine my lord, keep the wound clean and covered and it’ll heal in absolutely no time.” You winced when you felt the doctor wipe something across your cheek, the pain flaring up momentarily before subsiding again. “I’m sure you could tell Lady Bridgerton it was a riding accident and everything would be believed. “If that’s all, and you gentlemen don’t intend on trying the duel again,” the doctor looked between Anthony and the Duke, “I’ll be going.”

Hasting and Anthony both thanked the doctor before he departed, Daphne and Simon engaged in a seemingly heated conversation along with Colin and Benedict. “(Y/N).” Anthony started, both of your hands held in one of his large ones. “I don’t-”

“I can’t right now, Anthony,” you placed a hand across your covered cheek. “I just,” you let out a frustrated sigh, “I’m questioning if your mind and your heart and in two different places at the moment.” You felt tears begin to gather in the corners of your eyes.

“(Y/N), please,” Anthony seemed to be nearly begging, tears gathered in his own eyes while you stood up. Your hands felt from his grip and you cupped his cheek with one, running your thumb along his cheek bone.

You offered the man in front of you a sad smile before you removed your hand. “I’m going to ask one of your brothers to escort me home while you and the others decide the next steps between Daph and the Duke.” He opened his mouth to speak, but you didn’t allow him to. “Once you reconsider priorities we can revisit our arrangement, but I will not be second to any other reckless endeavors you wish to engage in if we do get married.”

With that you turned from the Viscount, still on his knees in the damp morning grass, tears in his eyes and a frown on his face.

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shouyouwrites · 4 years ago

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just spent my afternoon reading ALL your posts sksksksk. Luvd it. Dear fellow Nishinoya stan, may I have the honor of asking how he acts around his crush? (like, a VERY hard crush, not just any cute girl!) -🐝

hi love!! first of all, aaah thank you so much and thank you for your request, writing about yuu just makes me so incredibly happy! sorry this took so long! i'm not sure if this is exactly what you wanted, but i wrote some headcanons for this and i hope you'll enjoy them!! 💕💕

At first it’s a simple, innocent little crush, just like all the other ones he’s had before it. Falling for your appearance is so quick and easy and it comes so naturally to him.

But then he gets to know you more, and he starts falling in love with your personality as well. He notices how beautiful every part of you is; your voice, your eyes, the way you move and the way you do everything, he’s just — absolutely mesmerized and the feeling of his heart racing is so new to him because okay, yes, he’s had crushes before, but he feels like his heart might burst every time you’re standing close to him, and it's like you bring light into every room you walk into and he feels this profound happiness he can’t even put into words when he's with you, and he's never felt this way before.

So he is not just going to try to impress you or make sure you know how much he likes you, he is determined to make you fall for him as well.

Expect grand gestures like him declaring his love for you whenever he has the chance, whether there are people around you or not, whether the situation is appropriate or not. Expect compliments out of the blue, sometimes huge ones, sometimes little ones, him talking to you about that thing you did that was so incredibly cool, or that thing you said that was so incredibly smart, or him just commenting on the fact that you have the prettiest eyes he’s ever seen, or that it’s cute how you do that thing whenever you’re nervous. When you ask him how he knows that random, incredibly little detail about you, he’ll just say something like: “Y/N, don’t think I wouldn’t notice. These things are important.”

He’s just trying his hardest to impress you and show you that he really cares. He invites you to all of Karasuno’s volleyball games and makes sure you know how much he enjoys being with you, he makes sure to listen to you and ask you what you want and where you want to go too so he can go with you, and it’s honestly the most adorable thing in the world.

Him talking to Tanaka about you so often that Tanaka is actually surprised that, although Yuu still thinks Kiyoko is gorgeous in every way, he isn’t really trying to get her attention anymore, she’s beautiful and wonderful and an amazing person, but all Yuu is talking about these days is you.

And he’s so confident when talking about your relationship too, even though you’re not even dating yet. He’s so sure you’ll fall in love with him eventually and no one can change his mind. That is, until one day he sees you talking with this boy and you’re laughing so much and you look so relaxed and happy and he thinks that oh, so this is what it feels like to have his heart broken, which might be a bit of an exaggeration, but he feels so strongly about you, so can you really blame him?

Poor boy’s heartbroken but he won’t let it show. He’s trying his best to brush it off and tell himself that it’s a normal thing; girls reject boys all the time, he tells himself that everything’s fine and that what he saw doesn’t mean he still has no chance with you, so he tries to act like he’s perfectly fine.

But that’s not really the case, because he’s on edge all day and he snaps at his teammates when he doesn’t mean to and he feels so guilty and he’s always apologizing, and when they’re not playing he’s so quiet that it’s blatantly obvious something is wrong with him to the rest of the volleyball team. They try to cheer him up, Shouyou even does his best to keep distracting him from thinking about you, but to no avail.

Tanaka talks to him about it. He says something along the lines of “Cheer up, there are plenty of fish in the sea.” to which Yuu reponds with: “I don’t want anyone else.”

And it’s at that moment that Tanaka realizes that Yuu really might have fallen in love with you, or just that this is not a crush he’ll be able to get over easily if things don’t work out between you two.

The next day Yuu comes to talk to you and says, “I really, really like you Y/N, and I will make you fall for me,” or something along those lines, completely honest and straightforward and he looks so determined and sure of himself, though you can tell by the stiffness of his shoulders that he isn't feeling as confident as he wants to appear.

And you laugh because you can’t help it and, because now you’re absolutely sure that he’s serious about his feelings just like you are, you tell him, finally, “You really don’t have to do that. I’ve already fallen for you.”

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bruh-haikyuu · 5 years ago

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REQUEST: Before I ask can I just say HOW MUCH I LOVE YOUR BLOG SJSGSGWJIWND THIS IS THE BEST HAIKYUU BLOG IVE EVER SEEN 💕💕ok but can I request tsukki and oikawa where whenever they’re around their s/o they get all lovey dovey and the team sees it for the first time and freaks out (probably teases them) and s/o gets really red? Sorry it’s so long I just love this-💕🥺

A/N: Thank you soo much anon!! I’m glad you enjoy my writing :DD Also. RAS in Bandori. I’m gonna go “DAKARA LONELY LONELY” for a week.

A (Not-So) Secret Rendezvous w/ Tsukishima and Oikawa

warnings: none

Tsukishima Kei

Tsukishima Kei was a reserved man. A man without frills or laces. A man who doesn’t mince his words. A simple man who was a bit more of a piece of work than other first years. And that was what people fathomed out of him—

Until this.

“Crouch down, Ryuu, I want to see!”

Scuffling behind him, Karasuno’s libero craned his neck over the curve of the stucco walls. Nishinoya squinted at the private spectacle then gasped theatrically.

Standing too closely together to be modest were the seemingly pensive Tsukishima and you. Someone cute who either had the confidence or the lack of distaste to be holding his hands with a buddy-buddy swing. But you were smiling, and he was smiling, and that itself was like the world had suddenly decided to do a handstand.

“Kei-kun, are you sure it’s fine to be holding hands here? You only ever want to get close to me when we’re far away from school,” you muttered.

Kei-kun! the nickname etched itself into the second years’ beings. Did this brute put mind tricks on you or something? Tanaka felt veins popping out from his knuckles—what the hell did you see in this bespectacled jerk?! Aside from his annoyingly handsome face, once Tsukishima opened his mouth, everything was over.

Shaking his head, the man in question pulled the tips of your fingers towards his lips, gently kissing them. “I’m sorry I’ve been avoiding you for so long. I hope you’ll forgive me.”

You gave him a toothy smile, enough to make the hearts of both your lover and your spectators melt. “‘Don’t mind’! That’s what you say in volleyball, right? As long as we can spend some time together like this once in a while, then I’m happy.”

Your boyfriend thought that it was plain luck that you were in school. If it were any place else... away from the prying eyes of his seniors and his clubmates, then who could tell how much longer he’d be able to hold himself back from you? Hiding his obvious blush behind the back of his hands, the quiet middle blocker looked away.

“Geez, you should be careful what you say to me, you know,” he murmured.

Meanwhile, you still hadn’t realized that your audience had multiplied. From the two zestful second-years who’d been passing by, to the two third years Asahi and Sugawara who’d gone out of their way to look for their juniors.

“Ehh... Tsukishima, that’s so cute,” Sugawara cooed, pressing down on Tanaka’s shaved head for leverage. “It’s like a panel from a shoujo manga.”

Hinata stuck out his tongue. “That’s gross...”

“Oi, Hinata, dumbass! You’re stepping on my foot!”

“Hey, you two... don’t fight, okay? W-whoa—!”

“Aaah?!”

Losing their footing altogether, the boys of the Karasuno Volleyball Club came tumbling on top of each other like dominos. Groaning at the weight of the ace’s leg on his stomach, Tanaka turned as white as a sheet at the pair of demonic eyes that met his.

“How much did you see.” It wasn’t a question. It was a command, and when faced with someone who looked like he was about to eat you, Tanaka could only squeak a small “everything”.

You were beyond abashed. Rooted to the spot, you could only soak in the sight of your not-so-secret boyfriend boring holes through his clubmates with his steely gaze. But oh God, if you didn’t stop him, who knew what would happen to those poor souls—and he was just getting a little more motivated about the club too!

“I-It’s okay! If they keep this a secret, it’ll be fine, r-right?” you interrupted, getting redder with every word.

“Y/N, it’s not that,” Tsukishima griped. “They’ll only bug me about it me afterwards.”

It was your turn to squeak. Suddenly, just as the tall first year was about to coerce his clubmates into a knelt apology, a loud voice boomed from within the empty gymnasium.

“Hey! Where is everyone?! Get back here and practice!”

Tanaka, mid-way into pressing his forehead onto the ground, sighed. Thank you, Daichi-san...

Oikawa Tooru

Being in a relationship was hard work. Being in a relationship with the Oikawa Tooru was... an effort you had to double in with your tight schedule. That meant having to answer questions from his admirers about what color of underwear he was wearing today, eating the foods he didn’t like and making sure he didn’t stay up late before an important match or exam.

Today, it was bringing him the Classic Literature homework he’d forgotten to pick up from your teacher. And for the fifth time of the day, you wondered if you were his lover or a nagging parent.

“Excuse me,” you knocked on the open doors of the gymnasium. “Is Oikawa here?”

A ball tucked under his arm, the vice-captain approached you. Tall. Were all the members of the Volleyball Club so insanely collosal? “Yo, L/N-san. Oikawa’s out to refill his bottle, he’ll be back in a while.”

“In that case, Iwaizumi-san, could you give these to him? I need to—”

“Y/N-chaaan!”

Whipping your head towards the direction of your boyfriend, you weren’t given a moment to spare as a pair lean arms swaddled you into warmth. Oikawa was already burrowing himself on the crown of your hair, smiling at the scent that weaved through his nostrils.

“Did you come to see me practice, Y/N-chan?” he giggled, spinning you around by your waist. “Aah, that makes me so happy to hear that...”

“O-Oikawa, let me go! I have Cleaning Duty to get back to!” you grappled for air, a twinge of freedom. But this stubborn mule of your boyfriend wasn’t called a service ace for nothing.

“C’moon... Let me kiss you, alright? You look really cute today~”

You almost forgot about Iwaizumi who was tugging on the back of Oikawa’s collar, which was proving to be just as fruitless as the saying goes. “Oi, Shittykawa! You’re gonna get reported for sexual harrasment!”

They’re watching. It just had to be your pure luck that fate bound you to this shameless exhibitionist. The warmth from Oikawa’s embrace added to the searing gazes of his teammates turned to a scorching heat that burst into red on your face.

There was only one way out of this vice-like grip, and you would rather eat cement than say it. But if it meant escaping from the unneeded attention from the public, then there was no other way. I want to crawl into a hole and die, you sighed.

“...T-Tooru...” you murmured into his chest, feeling Oikawa’s clutches go slack. “Tooru, just take your homework and let me go back to my duties, please? Tooru-chan~?”

Stifling their laughter, Matsukawa and Hanamaki who’d been watching the entire debacle go down into flames were now coughing in an adamant attempts to hide their shock.

Finally setting you down on your feet, Oikawa muttered lowly, his heart pounding wildly in his chest. “... Again.”

“H-huh?”

“‘Tooru-chan’! Please say that again one more time! That’ll be enough to keep me going for weeks!”

Slamming the papers into his chest, you scrambled out of the gym, blushing madly. “Oikawa, you pervert! I’m leaving!”

Ogling the lovestruck captain who was being mangled like a limp rag by Iwaizumi, Kindaichi put his fingers under his chin in a faux expression of deep thought. Kunimi, who was already considering bleaching his eyes after what he’d seen, perked up at his teammate’s low hum.

“Kindaichi, you okay?”

“Kunimi...” he said, digging the heel of his palm into his hips, “Do you think I’ll get myself someone as cute as L/N-senpai one day?”

“Don’t get ahead of yourself, Shallot Head.”

“Kunimi!”

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joaquinwhorres · 5 years ago

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alone together (Diego Hargreeves x Reader)

SUMMARY ››››› Dating is hard. But it's even harder to watch the person you love dating other people.

REQUEST ››››› 11 +13 with Diego? (11. Telling them a dumb joke just to see their smile. 13. Playing your fingers through their hair while sitting next to them on the couch.)

WORD COUNT ››››› 2,261

WARNINGS ››››› dirty jokes

A/N ››››› This idea popped into my head right as I was going to sleep the other night, and it just kind of poured out. I always feel a bit guilty when I turn love story requests into something a bit angsty, soooo I added some fluffy moments in here as well. And let me just say, I love their dynamic. Also I *slightly* changed 13.

They've been close since the Academy. Not the Umbrella shit, the police academy--which was, pretty much, more of the same shit. Still had to dress up in a dapper little uniform and take orders from superiors who hardly deserved the title. He spent his childhood training to take down the bad guys and some thirty year old asshole who got his badge five years ago and aced some written test knew better than him? Bullshit.

She was one of the few people who put up with him at the time. Everyone else talked their shit and played the stupid game, as if blowing smoke up the instructors' ass would save them in the field. She was the only one who listened. Who took his tips on how to disarm over the trainers. Who questioned rules that would cost lives. Who put him in his place and drew lines between Number 2 and Diego Hargreeves he didn't know existed.

So yeah, he's been in love with her for a while.

Which is why, when she calls asking him to come over, he turns off the police scanner, takes off the mask, and gets in his car.

When she opens the door to her apartment, he can't help the small smile that quirks at the corner of his lips. She's so goddamn beautiful even in her leggings and Synchronicity baseball tee he got her as a joke when she graduated the academy. She had laughed so hard she cried and then serenaded him with "Roxanne". It was the wrong album, but he couldn't have given less of a shit.

She, Sting, and the other two bastards are looking at him expectantly, so he quirks an eyebrow hoping that it turns his smile into more of a smirk. "You gonna let me in, or did you just want to show me your front door?"

She gives a mirthless pity laugh to tell him how not funny he is. "I was hoping you were the pizza guy."

"Sorry to disappoint," he shakes his head, and the smile situation is getting out of control.

"Not sorrier than I am," she says, heaving a long suffering sigh as she steps aside to let him inside. He doesn't even make it past her before she breaks and offers him a smile.

Diego snorts and turns towards what might as well be his second home. Or first. Hell, he's here more than he's ever in his shitty room at the boxing gym. The TV is on, blankets pooled in a semicircle on the couch, a bottle of wine and half empty glass in front of the spot. Her purse and keys sit on the table, heels kicked off under a chair. Other than that, the place is pristine as usual.

He doesn't like the way this scene looks.

"Thought you had a date tonight," he remarks, heading into the kitchen to get himself a wine glass. Behind him, the door clicks shut and her bare feet patter lightly against the floor.

"There was a miscommunication."

It's the way her voice is too light-- each word is carefully chosen. How under the chair's legs one shoe is on its side while the other is still standing. The fact that she's drinking red wine instead of those stupid Whiteclaws.

"He didn't show." Diego turns to her as he says this, watching to see the words reach her. When they do, her eyes shoot down to the ground and she gives a small shake of her head.

"No." Her voice is soft and her eyes run over the scratch marks on the wooden floor from when she had him rearranging the furniture to make her new coffee table "aesthetically fit". It's threelong seconds before she speaks again. "He uh--meant to meet up with someone else."

Anger shoots through him, burning and vicious and fuck wine as a solution. Diego strides forward, heading to the front door, when she reaches out a hand to stop him. "Don't."

He looks at her and tries to arrange his features into some semblance of innocent concern. "I'm just going to my car to get a bottle of whiskey I keep there." He has to pry his gaze away from hers because the look she's giving him makes his heart feel like it's going to implode. She looks at him as if she sees him. She's the only person who's ever given him that look.

"Diego. Do not go interrupt his date to pick a fight."

"Fuck," he curses under his breath because she sees right through the lie. He turns back to her, mouth open to deny the accusation when her look intensifies.

"I know you Diego Hargreeves."

No one has ever told him they love him.

But that sounds pretty damn close.

She releases his arm because she knows that she's won or maybe she has some misplaced faith in his self-control. "I really appreciate that you want to kill him. Really, really appreciate it. But I don't need you going to jail on assault charges. I need you here, drinking wine and watching TV with me. Unless you actually have that whiskey."

He shakes his head, thankful he doesn't have to respond because the fact that she needs him leaves him just about breathless.

This time she curses under her breath, a soft damn. "You're such a tease," she comments, heading back to the couch and he goes back to get a wine glass from the cabinet.

“It's only for you, baby,” he calls over his shoulder.

They’re two bottles of wine deep and it’s only 11 o’clock. She had apparently been joking about the pizza guy, much to Diego’s disappointment. When he voiced as much, her eyes got big and bright, and she grabbed his face in her hands. “Then let’s order a fucking pizza.”

And then she slapped him, one cheek after the other and went to get her cell phone.

They’re still waiting on the pizza.

But his attention has been less on the grumbling in his stomach and more on the fact that y/n hasn't laughed once in the last forty minutes. She hasn't so much as cracked a smile. Not even when Esther stabs her hand in front of Hank. In fact, since the phone call for pizza she's hardly even said a word, and he can see what she's doing. She's torturing herself. Her attention isn't on Barry, it's on the asshole she left at whatever bar to go on a date with someone who wasn't her.

"Hey," he says, and she turns to look at him, eyebrows raised. At least she isn't that far down the rabbit hole. That's good. He's been there enough times to know how hard it is to pull yourself out of the cycle. To silence out the memories of voices you shouldn't give two shits about anymore and focus on what's in front of you. "How did Burger King get Dairy Queen pregnant?"

Her nose wrinkle and brow creases in confusion, and she stares at him like he's clinically insane. "What?"

"Come on," he gestures, turning towards her so that their knees brush together. "How'd the Burger King get Dairy Queen pregnant?"

She seems to catch on then, her face more skeptical than concerned for his sanity. "How?"

"He forgot to wrap his whopper."

She just shakes her head, turning back to the TV. He wouldn't be Number 2 if he gave up now. "What should you do if you come across an elephant?"

"What?" her voice is flat and unamused, but it's not the same tone she gives him when she's done with his bullshit.

"Apologize and wipe it off."

She cracks then, her lips fighting against her will to keep a straight face as the corner of her mouth twitches up into a smile. A small burst of air exhales through her nose. It's not a laugh, and it's not a smile, but it's a start.

""What's the difference between 'Oooh!' and 'Aaah!'?"

"Oh no--"

"About three inches."

She bursts with laughter then, slapping a hand over her mouth to stifle her giggles. Her eyes crinkle in the corner, as she looks at him, shaking her head. He's gotten what he wanted, but what's one more joke?

"What goes in hard and dry and comes out wet and soft?"

She almost chokes on the wine she's sipping to help her stop laughing. "Diego!"

"Chewing gum. Why, what were you thinking?"

"Fuck you," she says, pointing a finger at him, but she's laughing, so he starts laughing too. She sets her wine glass back down in front of her and crawls all the way on the couch, shuffling closer to him so she can beat his arm with both of her fists.

"It's a good joke," he protests, laughing harder as she continues her assault.

"It's so not a good joke!" she argues back, tears streaming down from her eyes. But they're from laughter rather than what's going on in her head, so he'll take it. His arm is saved from the punching by a knock at the door. Naturally she moves to get up, but he shakes his head, gently pushing her back down into the couch and reaching into his back pocket to pull out his wallet.

The guy takes in his tactical outfit with a raised eyebrow, but doesn't say anything about it. Diego feels a bit sorry that he took off his knives. Scaring the pizza guy was always mildly entertaining for himself. Instead he passes along the money with a "Thanks man," and returns to Y/N who has settled back into her spot.

She gives him a warning look and holds up a finger at him again. "No jokes during the pizza."

"What?" It's his turn to look at her like she's crazy.

"I'll choke and die, and you don't want that on your conscience--and don't turn that into another joke," she adds quickly, preventing him from using the innuendo before he can even find it in the sentence.

"Fine," he says, sinking into his seat and putting the box of pizza on the coffee table. "No jokes. Just pizza."

She narrows her eyes suspiciously at him even as she reaches forward to pull out a slice. She doesn't break her gaze until she's swallowed and he bites into his own piece. There's a few moments of quiet between them, but it feels better than it did before the pizza. There's something lighter in the air between them, and he hopes she feels it too.

"Thank you," she says, suddenly.

It takes him a second and a quick glance around the apartment to realize that she means the pizza. He scoffs and waves the thanks off.

"No, Diego, seriously. Thank you. For coming over," she sighs. "I needed this."

"I'm always here for you," he said, nudging her with his shoulder. "You know that. Can't get rid of me even if you tried."

She offers a small smile, and tucks a lock of hair behind her ear, wincing as she notices the pizza grease on her finger tips. Diego shouldn't be watching her this closely. He should focus on his pizza like a normal person. But he can't take his eyes off her. How she seems just a bit slower, just a bit quieter today. She runs her fingers over a napkin leaving a trail of yellow grease. "Do you wanna hear something sad?" she asks, her voice small.

"When you say it like that, how could I say no?" It was supposed to be a joke, but his voice is too soft.

She doesn't look at him, instead keeping her eyes fixated on the used napkin.

"This isn't the first time that's happened. It's not even the first time that's happened this month."

He wants to kill. He wants to wage a war against the boys on Tinder or Bumble or the force or wherever it is she's finding these assholes. But she needs him here. She told him she needs him.

"They're idiots," he says. "Complete fucking morons."

"Statistics would suggest otherwise," she shook her head, looking back up at the tv, frozen on a close up of Bill Hader's face. "I mean...guy after guy, I'm always the one getting broken up with or ghosted. Is there something I'm not seeing? Seriously, Diego, is there something wrong with me?" She looks at him then, eyes shining and heartbreaking in the earnestness of the question.

"There's not a single fucking thing wrong with you," he says quickly wiping his own hands off so he can pull her in close. She wraps her arms around his middle, leaning her forehead into the crook of his neck. He can feel her breath against his skin. Feel her heartbeat. He holds her even tighter.

"I'm going to put that in my bio from now on. Not a single fucking thing wrong with me. Verified by Diego Hargreeves." She gives a single quiet laugh at her own joke, and Diego smiles, running his fingers through her hair. He isn't sure if it's as calming to her as it is to him, but her head feels a bit heavier as she relaxes more into him.

“I don’t know. I think I’m just done with this all. Maybe I’ll like being alone," she sighs, wiggling a little bit closer. "With you of course. We can be alone together.”

'Yeah," his smile is bigger now, and he can feel her smiling against him too. “Yeah, we can do that.”

#diego hargreeves x reader #number 2 x reader #tua #tua fic #diego hargreeves imagine #diego hargreeves fic #tua imagine #number 2 fic #number 2 imagine #umbrella academy #the umbrella academy #the umbrella academy fanfiction #tua fanfiction #diego hargreeves fanfiction

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trashyswitch · 4 years ago

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Patton's Sugar Addiction

Patton has become way too addicted to sugar, to the point that Thomas is becoming affected mentally. And Logan is not having that. So, he comes to Patton's room to try to talk some sense into him. But...there's only so much sense you can explain to an impulsive little child who becomes childish and teasy when he doesn't get his way.

For Garcello (Hi!), @kanene-yaaay and forgetful-dortio

This was a fun fanfic to make! And...It's based on a personal experience...Without the tickling though, and not nearly as much sugar. But I did pig out on hot and cold creamy chocolate. And I have no regrets. ;)

If there is one thing Logan has always been good at, it’s identifying other people’s quirks and habits. And one quirk Logan knew all too well was Patton’s obsession with sugar.

From the time Patton was little, to when Patton started baking his own goods, Patton had grown increasingly more obsessed with sugar. At first, it start off as a little treat once a week. Then it grew to everyday desserts, to multiple sweet things a day. Soon, Logan had lost track of how much sugar Patton took in on a daily basis.

Logan didn’t fully know how much sugar he took in. But what he did know was that it was most likely too much. Even a tablespoon of sugar was too much for the human body. And Patton had already overtaken that obstacle long ago.

Now, Logan wouldn’t be looking at this issue as a problem if it weren’t for the effect Patton was having on Thomas...

One night, Logan had gotten up to go to the bathroom. As he walked to the bathroom, he noticed that Patton’s light was still on. It was currently 11:25, which wasn’t terrible...It was questionable at best. Logan walked to the door and placed his ear against it. It sounded like mumbled giggling and movie watching. Logan was gonna leave him alone when he realized something:

Mumbled giggling...Mumbled? Is Patton eating something?

Logan decided to do something he rarely does: Barge into his room. Logan walked into his room, took one look at Patton and shrieked!

Patton was eating a FULL TUB of cookies & cream ice cream, covered in caramel and chocolate sauce, mounted with whipped cream! It was a mountain of PURE SUGAR!

Surrounding the moral side was a big mug of hot chocolate, and 3 half-eaten chocolate bars.

“AAAH-” Patton coughed on his ice cream as bits of the liquid cream went down the wrong pipe. “Logan! Oh my goodness you scared me!”

Logan was staring at him, making the sugar calculations in his head. P-Patton-”

“Sorry Kiddo, I don’t think I heard you knock!” Patton put his tub down. “What’s going on? Do you wanna talk about it?”

Logan looked at the sugar pile. “Are...you feeling okay?” Logan asked.

Patton nodded. “Yeah, why?”

Logan pointed to all his chocolate. Patton turned around and looked at the chocolate. “Oh! Right.” Patton pushed all the chocolate bars and the tub into a desk drawer. “That’s nothing. Just felt like pigging out tonight.”

Logan walked into the room more and closed the door. “Your version of pigging out...is much worse than most people’s pigging out.” Logan told him.

Patton looked down guiltily. “I know that Lo…” Patton held his hands. “I’ve been...getting more sad and annoyed when I run out of the food that makes me happy. So I started buying large amounts of it to...help me get satisfied and full.” Patton explained.

“Patton...Do you realize how much sugar you’re taking in?” Logan asked.

Patton looked at the drawer with his half-eaten tub of ice cream and chocolate bars. “I...I lost count.”

Logan shook his head and walked closer. “I’m doing a sugar bust.” Logan declared as he opened the drawer.

“No NONONO WAIT-” Patton yelled, slamming the drawer shut. “No!”

Logan frowned. “Patton...let go of the drawer.” Logan ordered.

“No way!” Patton yelled back.

“Why?” the nerd asked.

“Because you’ll take it away from me!” Patton reacted.

“Yeah, because I��m worried about you.” Logan told him.

Patton sat his chair against the drawer to block it off. “If you love me, you’ll let me have this!” Patton told him.

“If I love you, I’d be doing this for the good of your health.” Logan said back.

“I’m a side! I can eat whatever I want without needing to watch my diet!” Patton argued.

“You are not stable like this!” Logan shot back.

“AND YOU ARE??” Patton yelled. “Mr. I feel no feelings?!”

Logan was taken aback. Did...Did he just insult him? Patton was NOT being himself at all.

“Organization makes you feel happy. And chocolate makes me feel happy! I never went around destroying your binders or paperwork!” Patton continued.

“You’re being ridiculous. I will not tolerate this unacceptable behaviour from you, Patton.” Logan said sternly.

Patton growled and tackled Logan right down to the ground. Logan yelped in fear as his back flopped against the ground. “PATTON LET GO OF ME!”

“You’re doing something that’s uncalled for! So now I’m gonna do something that’s uncalled for.” Patton declared before he started digging into Logan’s ribs.

Logan gasped and clenched his teeth tightly to prevent himself from givng Patton a chance to win. But oh boy...Patton was really going for an instinctive spot he could only control so much! And yes, Patton’s move was quite uncalled for. But it was also quite clever for Patton. Patton (unfortunately) knew exactly how to break any side. Even Logan.

Logan shook his head. “P-PAT THISISRIDICULOUS!” Logan shot at him through his clenched teeth.

“So is apprehending my stash of goodies!” Patton replied. “Now don’t make me go for the spot…”

Logan widened his eyes to the size of donuts. “You-youwouldn’t!” Logan reacted. He really wouldn’t, right?

“Ohohoho, I would. And I just might!” Patton declared.

Logan covered his armpits almost immediately to prevent Patton from getting to them. But Patton knew he would do this, and went for his neck instead.

“eEEEEHEHEK! Pahahat nohohoho!” Logan giggled.

“But Pat YES!” Patton leaned into Logan’s ab muscles, and blew a big raspberry: “PBBBbBbBFFBTBFT”

Logan finally couldn’t take it anymore. That raspberry threw Logan into enough of a frenzy to finally start laughing. “AAAAHAHAHAHAhehehehehe!”

Patton smirked to himself as he listened to the nerd’s laughter. It worked! Now to keep it going! Patton started skittering and scratching on Logan’s upper ribs and lifted up Logan’s arm. “I’m gonna getcha!” Patton teased.

“NOHOHO THIHIS IS UHUHUNCAHALLED FOHOHOR!” Logan yelled.

Patton only laughed evilly as he skittered his fingers slowly into Logan’s exposed hollow armpit.

Logan squeaked and fell into a fit of squeaky giggles. “Pahahahahat! Plehehehehehehease! Yohohou’re beheheing meeehehehehean!” Logan told him through the cute giggles he was letting out.

“Me? Mean?! Who was the one trying to steal from my precious stash a few minutes ago? Cause it certainly wasn’t me.” Patton reacted as he sped up the tickling to rapid speed.

“AAAHAHAHAHAHAHA! YOHOHOUR HEHEHEALTH PAHAHAHAT!” Logan yelled through his newfound laughter.

“Yeah, what about it?” Patton asked.

“IHIHI DOHOHON’T WAHAHANT YOHOHOU TOHOHO DIHIHIE!” Logan yelled.

Patton sighed. “Again...we’re sides. We don’t die.” Patton muttered out loud.

Logan was laughing up a storm with squeaks and giggles mixed in. This was so unfair! Why was Patton tickling him over his own sugar addiction? “BUHUHUHUT THOHOHOMAHAHAHAS!” Logan yelled.

“What about Thomas?” Patton asked, stopping his fingers.

Logan went limp, save for his one index finger that was raising up. “Thom-Thomas…*huff* ihis...behecomihihing...*huff*...un...unhealthy…*huff*...” Logan explained.

“Because of me?!” Patton reacted, placing his hand on his own chest. “How could that be?” Patton asked.

Logan’s hand flopped onto the carpet he was laying on. “Ihit’s...because…” Logan let out a big breath of air. “You’re increasing Thomas’s...craving for sweets.” Logan told him.

Patton tilted his head. “Am I?”

“Yes, a lot.” Logan explained. “Thomas has been ignoring my suggestions of something healthy due to ‘his cravings’. But...I can see why these cravings are coming up so often now.” Logan continued. “It’s you and your sugar addiction.”

“I wouldn’t call it an addiction...It’s more of a...taste preference.” Patton explained.

“A taste preference that you’re choosing so often that Thomas can’t keep himself together without a cookie or 20 to help him along the way.” Logan added.

Patton widened his eyes and covered his mouth. “Oh heavens…” Patton sat himself down and hummed as he looked at his butt. Patton stood back up and grabbed the item from his pocket.

Oh good lord it was another chocolate bar.

Logan noticed the almost cat-like look Patton developed when he saw the chocolate bar in his hand. “Paaaat...Paaat no!” Logan ordered.

Patton took one look at Logan and slowly ripped the top of the wrapper off the bar.

“Patton! I swear! You’ve had enough!” Logan reacted.

Patton slowly split the wrapper in half, and slowly separated the wrapper from the chocolate bar. “No I haven’t.”

Logan finally sprinted up to Patton. “GIVE IT HERE-” Logan skidded to a halt and rubbed his nose. “Did...Did you just shove the whole thing into your mouth?”

Patton stared at him and looked around with his cheeks more puffed out than a chipmunks cheeks of nuts. “Mm mm.” Patton hummed, shaking his head even though it was completely obvious that Patton had shoved the chocolate bar into his mouth.

Logan crossed his arms. “This is getting too far. Even for you.” Logan reacted. “This is more dangerous than Maleficent...Than- freaking SATAN! You’re being more dangerous than the devil right now!” Logan reacted, referring to his ‘and when I feel dangerous...eat a second cookie’ quote.

Patton narrowed his eyes and even hummed an offended sound. “How THARE-” Patton coughed a bit and started chewing. Half the chocolate bar was probably melted in his mouth by now thanks to the natural heat his mouth created.

Logan sighed and just let him chew. “Patton...I’m not gonna take the chocolate. But...I am going to try and help you control your urges to eat so much of it.” Logan told him.

Patton looked at him with a ‘you’d do that for me?’ kinda face and started to swallow.

“Just give me a chance to come up with a couple things. And...I may even start buying you your chocolates. Just...maybe have some variety.” Logan suggested.

Patton nodded as he chewed and swallowed.

“For example: nuts or berries. That way you’re getting some sort of valuable nutrients out of your snacks.” Logan decided.

Patton nodded as he swallowed his last bite with a sigh of content and a lick of the lips. “Mmmmm…”

Logan couldn’t help but snicker at this.

Patton turned to him. “What?” He asked with a smile.

“Nothing.” he put his hands up, with a small smile.

“Nothing? Nothing you say? After all of that?” Patton asked with an evil smirk on his face.

Logan’s small smile dropped into a look of pure nervousness. If he so much as said one thing, he was gonna die.

“Ooooooh...Thought staying silent would help you out huh?” Patton teased, sneaking closer. “I wonder...Which armpit would tickle more?”

Logan squeaked and covered his mouth as Patton moved closer and closer to Logan’s body. But then, things became even more flustering for Logan when Patton lifted up his arm again. “NO! NO NO NO NO PATTON!” Logan yelled. “STAAAAAAAA-”

Patton sighed and covered Logan’s mouth. “Get ahold of yourself.” Patton told him softly.

Logan stared at Patton.

Then Patton smirked and said a word:

“lee.”

Logan growled and covered his face.

Patton giggled and blew a raspberry into Logan’s ribs.

“AAEEHEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!” Logan screamed, laughing into the side of his own arm.

Patton tickled up and down the ribs, specifically focusing on the upper ribs and armpits the most because...That was Pat’s favorite spot to tickle on Logan! Logan was a mixture of laughter and giggles with squeaks thrown in as well. “Awwwwww! You’re so cute when you’re being tickled!” Patton reacted. “Wanna know what my favorite raspberry spot is?” Patton asked.

Logan shook his head. “NOHOHOHO! NOHO RAHAHASPBEHEHERRIES!”

“Well too bad, I’m gonna tell you anyway:” Patton leaned in and blew a raspberry on his belly. “Right on the tum tum!”

Logan wheezed and snorted at least 3 times in a row as his laughter started back up again. His laughter was so solid, strong, and yet quite soft to listen to! It was a beautiful little combination, if Patty did say so himself.

Patton soon gave Logan a break to allow the man to breathe for a while. Logan went limp on the ground for a bit, and lifted his head up. “Hey Pat?”

Patton smiled at him as he ate another spoonful of melting ice cream. “Yes?”

Logan wheezed as he saw Patton eating the ice cream yet again. “If you label the ice cream and put it into the freezer…” Logan looked down in slight embarrassment. “I’ll...let you tickle me more.”

Patton couldn’t refuse such a delicious deal such as this!

Patton was gone and back in 5 minutes or less, and was back and ready to tickle even more of Logan with his slightly cold hands. “I hope you’re ready for the tickling of a lifetime, young man!” Patton teased.

Logan gave him a wobbly smile. He hoped he was ready for it too...

#mentions of thomas sanders #sugar addiction #worried logan #protective patton #ticklefic #ler!patton #lee!logan #Patton is a little shit #fluff and humor

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selfless1978 · 4 years ago

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Vicky was grinning when she entered the lair. A long lost but recently found cd in her hand and a portable radio in the other. Sure, she could have just hooked her phone up to bluetooth speakers or something, but she was an old school kind of girl. She hated using those complicated gadgets sometimes.

“Hey guys!”

A chorus of waves and hellos greeted her in return as she smiled, that glint of mischief in her eyes. The kind of mischief that told anyone who knew what to look for that she was up to something that would probably end in a few bouts of laughter.

Leo immediately picked up on her mood and raised a brow. “What are you up too, cookie?”

Vicky plopped the little radio onto the coffee table and proceeded to put new batteries in it. “Well, Genie of my heart, this is something i’ve been wanting to do. And today, I got the time and you, Leonardo, are going to get your first lesson in ballroom dancing.” She plopped the CD in, found the song she wanted and set it up to repeat once she hit play. Then she turned to Leo who was looking at her with a boyish, wide eyed expression. “Well, come on then. You won’t learn by sitting on your adorable tail reading a book!”

There were snickers coming in from all around them now, but Vicky ignored them as she walked over to her lover, took his hand, and pulled him out of the chair.

“Do we have to do this here?” He asked, eyeballing his chortling family members.

“Not enough space in your room.” She deadpanned right back. “Not to mention the noise might lead dirty minds into dirty directions.” That brought straight up laughter out of the watching crew. Laughter Vicky silenced with an unusually hard glare. She was very protective of her turtle, and her tongue could snap as fast as a whip if she was angry.

The laughter abruptly died down.

“Now,” She hit play “I’m going to start the basic pattern for this. Every dance type has a different beat and step pattern. This is the beat we’ll follow for this dance. Everything in the dance goes by this basic pattern.”

Once the intro passed and the music actually started, her feet began to move. “2, 3, 4, pause. 2, 3, 4, pause.” She let herself get lost in the music. Even though her steps were for right now the very basics, her body easily returned to the rhythm of a dance she hadn’t really done since she was about 15. Her hips swaying with the fluid movements. A smile was forming on her face as she, for a moment, forgot all of her troubles and danced.

Leo was watching her, his head tilted a bit curiously. When she felt he had watched enough to get the basic idea, she stopped and took his hand and pulled him closer. “This is the basic hold for all ballroom dances.” She guided his hands into position. One on her lower back and the other held high and now holding hers. “Normally, the man is supposed to lead. you do that by pushing or pulling on my hand. that tells me which way to go. Your hand in the back is there for support. It gives me something to lean into on the tricky turns and dips. Now, you start with your left foot, and I’ll mirror with my right, okay? Step forward, then pull it back. Then you step back with the right, and I step forward then we both return to our starting position. We’ll do that basic stance for awhile until you get the beat down.”

He nodded, and she bobbed her head as she listened to the beat for the right time to step. “2, 3, 4, pause and step!”

It...didn’t go as smooth as she had thought. His first attempt landed his big aircraft carrier foot onto her toes. And the next 3-4-6-10 tries always ended up with them bumping into each other and stepping on feet. But she wasn’t impatient with him, on the contrary, she was smiling widely. It was, however, a good thing that she put the song on repeat.

“2, 3, 4, pause, tw-aaah!”

She blinked in shock. Suddenly he had taken the lead. She blinked up at him as he firmly guided the steps now, and decided to get brave. His hand broke contact from her back and he swung her out. Vicky’s shock only lasted a moment, then she grinned and gave in. She let go and let him have his fun with this. That’s why they were doing this after all, right?

Her own rusty steps came back to life as he pulled her back in. Now turning the tables on him. “Hold your arm high!” He did and she turned her steps into a spin as she moved back in. “Again!” She was beaming now. “This time use your hand to guide the spin!”

She wasn’t sure if he would understand what she meant as he pushed her back out again, but this time on the way back in, his hand moved with hers, adding to her stability and speed to where her long brown locks flared around her. When they came together again, it was a bit sloppy. She was rusty and he was still very new to this. But they didn’t care, she was now laughing in delight and he was grinning like a bird fed cat.

Vicky gave up with any kind of lessons now. She let the music do it’s work. It set the pace, and he set the direction. Now they were both moving easily, if a bit clumsy every once in a while, around the living room. Spins and more complicated moves finding a foot hold now. Was it perfect? No. But she didn’t expect it to be. He was doing a good enough job on his own trying to keep his feet moving to the beat the song set, so she wasn’t going to berate him on proper transitions. Besides, she was having too much fun right now to be a form critic. God, she had missed ballroom dancing so much. If things had been different, maybe she would have made a career out of it. Then again, if she had, she wouldn’t be dancing with Leo right now.

Finally, after a last spin, she came in close. So close she could wrap her arms around his neck in a hug. She was sweaty, tired and breathing heavy. All signs of a good workout. Most importantly, this time with him had brought laughter to her face and joy to her eyes.

“I really do have the time of my life with you.” She rested her head against his chest and sighed happily as his arms wrapped around her. They stayed like that for a while. Mikey bringing them some water with interest in his eyes broke the moment.

“Hey, you think you can teach me? Huh? That looks like sooooo much fun.”

Vicky laughed as she gratefully took the bottle. “Sure. Leo might get a bit jealous though.”

The fact that Leo didn’t immediately deny it had her cracking up as he sputtered to come up with something positive to say. He looked at her a bit sheepish and just shrugged.

“Oh, Leo. I do love you.”

“I certainly hope so.” He grinned. “Otherwise there’d be a lot less dancing around here.”

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lokidiabolus · 4 years ago

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Last Resort - chapter 1

Fandom: The Maze Runner

Pairing: Thomas x Newt

Warnings: ex boyfriends, AU

Summary: Three years after breaking up with Thomas, Newt finally thought the past of hating each other was behind them, until Thomas asked him for a favour - pretend they got back together for a week while staying at his parents' home. Because it was an absolutely dumb idea, Newt was inclined to refuse, but then found himself in the house he used to visit when he was in love and happy and the bitter reality of only pretending for people he always liked made him miserable. But it was nothing against dealing with Thomas himself for a week straight and trying not to fall back in love that hurt them both.

Or: Prompt ch. 192 with added spice. Or something. I just needed to write for a while :')

Can be found on Ao3.

Notes: Hi! I was really into writing something, like really, really hyped, but then couldn't find anything that would make me go "yaaas!". So I thought of just giving up, until I somehow vaguely recalled I wrote this small one shot about two exes falling back in love in parents' house, and just sort of thought: oh yeah. Angst, good. Could add some horny. Good. Let's try. So here we are. Trying. It's not exactly deep or anything. I just needed to get this out of my system :') And it's not like I can't write anything else but AUs... ha.

Unbetad!

Sometimes Newt felt like the world was against him in literally any kind of situation. Once he decided to commit to something, a sudden force worked against him immediately, completely ruining the plan, or at least derailing his confidence in it. For about a year he thought that maybe it was the Universe giving him signs, for another year it felt like a karmic backslash and this year he settled on the fact he was just being despised by whatever higher force was in charge.

Although last year wasn’t as bad, really, until November 12th on dot. If it was about to be documented anywhere, he was just getting out of his shower, quite sleepy already, in rather calm, peaceful mood, once his phone dinged with a new message and he, without knowing the consequences of reading it, opened it. Even though it had Thomas as a sender - he thought later it should have deterred him from ruining the night for himself. Yet, his stupid lizard brain just clicked on it, blissfully unaware.

ThomAss - [23:14] – This is a life-or-death matter, you HAVE TO help me out D:

Newt - [23:15] – HAVE TO even.

ThomAss - [23:16] – YES. Please. I’m ready to beg too, that’s how desperate I am!

Newt - [23:17] – Hmm. Tempting. On your knees?

ThomAss - [23:18] – It’s negotiable.

Newt - [23:19] – Might think about it. Go on.

ThomAss - [23:20] – I need you to come home with me. I mean to my parents’ home.

Newt - [23:21] – What…?

ThomAss - [23:22] – It’s an emergency. They’re being persistent, so I need to bring somebody over.

Newt - [23:24] – I don’t follow?

ThomAss - [23:25] – Somebody I’m dating, that is.

Newt - [23:26] – Yeah, no.

ThomAss - [23:27] – Pleaaaaaaaaaase! T^T

He refused to admit he was fuming when he tossed his phone on the mattress and ignored how it beeped several times with new messages. There was no bloody way he’d go all smiling into Thomas’ parent’s house and pretend they were dating when they broke up three years ago in bad blood and it took them over two years to recover enough to be able to at least talk in a civil way. Sure, these past few months were sort of… better than the rest, though Newt didn’t really know if there was a reason, or they just let go of the grudge.

Well, partially let go, at least Newt’s was still lightly festering sometimes, on bad days when he was stupid enough to let his guard down and remind himself of it.

His phone beeped three more times and then the silence of his flat got sliced to pieces by the obnoxious ringtone he put in spite to Thomas’ contact two years ago. They weren’t calling each other, so there was no way he’d hear it at any point back then, but now, when the sound filled his home, he had a fleeting thought of smashing the phone to pieces instead.

“I said no,” he answered anyway, cold enough for Thomas to definitely get shivers on the other side of the line.

“Newt, please, I beg you,” Thomas didn’t even bother with greetings and whined like a five-year-old. “You can’t possibly be that cruel, can you?”

“Minho,” Newt gritted out. “Why not him?”

“He’s in England! Drinking tea! He’d throw me off the Big Ben if I interrupted his super-secret-date-everybody-knows-about!” Thomas responded frantically and Newt pinched the bridge of his nose in exasperation.

Fine, he had a point, probably, Minho would rage at him if he tried to drag him back shit like this. He planned the totally-not-a-date for months, never introduced the person and then disappeared. Everyone knew why, but they didn’t know to who.

“Teresa.” Another possibility, and Thomas’ groaned into the speaker.

Oh, so he already asked her, and she turned him down. Not to mention…

“Brenda?”

Another groan.

“For fuck’s sake,” Newt had to force himself not to throw the phone against the wall. “Have you literally asked everyone and I’m the bloody last resort?”

“Sort of?” Thomas piped and Newt refused to acknowledge how it stung weirdly.

Am I being hypocritical?

It wasn’t like he was willing to go anyway, but somehow his pride didn’t like it. And his pride was a bitch, he knew, and had the power to overwrite his common sense.

“Look, it’s just…” Thomas sighed into the phone. “…embarrassing.”

“Embarrassing?” the blond repeated. He would say uncomfortable maybe, but embarrassing? “What is bloody embarrassing about it? I’ve heard you snore and fart and throw up and come, and you think this is embarrassing?”

“This is embarrassing!” Thomas whined like couldn’t hear the naked truth and Newt shook his head. They had their history, and it wasn’t just a week short fling. They lived together for three years and dated for seven, there honestly couldn’t be much of an embarrassment present anymore.

Although maybe yes, after three years of barely talking.

“You’re ridiculous,” he mumbled after, dropping a towel he was drying his hair with on the bed. “How’s this even a question, can you just tell them you’re single? Or. I don’t know, that the person you date had other business to attend to?”

“No,” Thomas answered immediately. “I can’t and I won’t. You act like you don’t know them, they’re onto me.”

“Cuz you’re a liar?” Newt tilted his head to the side and Thomas grumbled.

“Am not, okay.”

“So where’s your significant other that can’t attend?”

“On the phone right now, being difficult. Obviously,” Thomas delivered without ounce of shame and if he was standing right in front of Newt, he would have one in his face. “Look, I didn’t want to ask you, cuz of course it’s kinda weird, since my parents already know you and all.”

Of course he would rather bring Teresa or Brenda over, Newt thought and the bitterness surprised him.

“Well, at least they wouldn’t be as shocked,” he said in response, pushing the wave of reminiscing back down. “Imagine Minho, he would probably tear the place apart.”

“Yeah, but we didn’t break up with Minho,” Thomas reminded him, keeping the sombre tone despite Newt trying to lighten the situation.

“You don’t say,” he said instead. “And?”

“And they know we did,” Thomas continued. “So it’s gonna be awkward, you know.”

“Can imagine, yes,” Newt didn’t want to play dumb. “I already told you no though, so there’s no reason to torture yourself with the what if.”

“When did I ever want anything this important from you though!” The whine was back, and Newt sucked in a sharp breath.

“You want me to make you a list? Or would a text suffice.”

“I told you I’d beg on my knees, right? I will. I’m ready to go to your place right now and kneel for the whole night if that’d please you,” Thomas shot back, sounding too serious for Newt’s liking. His neighbours would hate him if Thomas spent the night in front of his door on his knees, serenading him just to make him cave in.

“For fuck’s sake, for how long am I going to be pretending I love your stupid face again then?” he growled unhappily and Thomas on the other side let out a small laugh.

“Well, mum said a weeklong vacation, but I’m sure like three days would be enough to sate her craving for whatever she actually craves when she forces me to do this,” he dropped like a week wasn’t a death sentence or could pose an actual problem with Newt’s remaining vacation days. Which was not. But Thomas didn’t know that.

“I know you have vacation days left, since you always hoard them,” Thomas immediately added like he could read his mind and Newt couldn’t stop the curse leaving his mouth. “It’s not so bad, right? Countryside, fresh air, great food and for free.”

“For the cost of my sanity, but sure, for free,” Newt grumbled and padded to the table to boot up his notebook. “When?”

“I’d pick you up on this Friday at 3? Work or home, your pick.” There was an obvious relief in Thomas’ voice and Newt kind of wanted to remind him they still broke up and barely talked to each other for two and half years, so it was not going to be a walk in a park at any point, but he kept his mouth shut.

“I work till 4,” he uttered while opening his e-mail and started to write a request for vacation. “So something past 4 in front of my workplace should be fine.”

“Four? Since when?” came a question and Newt rolled his eyes. “It used to be 3 max.”

“Three years ago, sure,” Newt decided to overlook Thomas’ weird habit of keeping shit like this memorized. “Things changed.”

“You work longer for the same pay?” Thomas guessed and Newt scoffed.

“I’m not an idiot, okay,” he commented sternly. “I got promoted. So I go to work a bit later, but work till later too.”

“Aaah,” Thomas voiced. “That’s pretty cool. Congratz.”

Year and half late, but I guess it’s the thought that counts. He just hummed.

“Then four it is,” Thomas got back on track easily. “Thanks, Newt. You’re a lifesaver.”

“You don’t know what it will cost ya yet, don’t be so happy about it,” Newt said grumpily. “I don’t work for free.”

“How’s pleasant company and free accommodation and full inclusive not enough for you? You spoiled little bitch,” Thomas faked an offended tone and Newt rolled his eyes.

“Pleasant company is questionable, since you’re going to be there,” he shot back, more out of habit than with an actual spiteful intent. “But I guess your family will do.”

“Oof, alright,” it didn’t take anything from the cheerful tone of his, “you can send me a bill after. Fucking high maintenance as always, aren’t you.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Newt chirped and hung up. The moment he sent the mail to his boss he immediately regretted it.

***

Friday came so fast Newt barely noticed the week whooshing past him, and suddenly it was 3:50, he was basically done with his workload for the day, his weeklong vacation got a green light and a bag with his things was sitting mockingly on his table, reminding him he was an idiot who just liked to make himself miserable.

Thomas was already texting him since morning to not forget to pack undies like he was a mastermind of great humour and Newt’s eyes lingered a bit too long on a kitchen knife when he was packing yesterday.

But then again, Thomas’ mum definitely had much better cutlery, so the variety of murder weapons just multiplied.

He pointedly ignored how his stomach lurched at the sight of Thomas at his car in casual clothes and unzipped jacket like it was spring (the -4 degrees disagreed with him, and especially with Newt’s complete lack of proper thermoregulation), actually having a pleasant expression on his face Newt last seen… well, long time ago. He took Newt’s bag and put it in the boot of the car with such nonchalance Newt almost believed his parents might be tricked into thinking they really got back together, how smooth and easy he made it look. Newt refused to ruin it with sarcasm, so he just got into the passenger seat and let Thomas get them on the road.

“You know Christmas is still a month away, right?” Thomas commented once Newt got rid of his coat and scarf, since the car was warm inside, and tossed it onto the back seat, before putting on the seatbelt.

“Yeah?” he raised an eyebrow at him and didn’t like the smile Thomas had on his lips. He was going to nag, for sure.

“Just that you’re wrapped like a present,” came an expected comeback. “How many layers you even have? You took all of your winter clothes on?”

“Stuff it,” the blond glared at him. “It’s cold outside.”

“It’s not that cold though?” Of course Thomas wouldn’t let it go.

“Just cuz you circulate lava and not blood doesn’t mean others do too,” Newt’s glare intensified. “Like it’s something bloody new I’m cold as fuck all the time.”

“Yeah, it’s really not,” his companion shrugged with self-satisfied smirk and Newt wanted to stomp on the brake and just get out of the car. Why did he agree again?

Prick.

What even made him so happy? Still didn’t realize how many faked smiles he’s going plaster on his face through the stay? Or he didn’t care?

“What are we going to tell them?” he asked instead to bring them closer to the problem, since the resolution was only three hours’ drive away. He wouldn’t admit it, but since he agreed to help with this clownery, he couldn’t stop thinking about what to tell the people he genuinely liked and didn’t want to lie to. He could almost forget how rare it was to stay alone with Thomas these days – or months – or years – without an urge to strangle the brunet every time he got close and opened his mouth, when they were sitting in the car so peacefully now.

It was calm but utterly bitter.

The bitterness, Newt thought, was probably still the remnant from three years ago. Maybe not as vicious, but still accompanying him after all these years, every time they saw each other. The first year was catastrophic, the second they both calmed down a bit, and the third they actually managed to lead a normal, reasonable conversation with minimum insults.

Newt wasn’t shy to admit he missed his ex during quiet moments of his life; somehow. He was especially prone to it during his birthday, somehow spending the passing years without Thomas’ company hurt, despite the bad parting. Talking with Thomas with more ease was nostalgic. But his brain always helpfully supplied it was not going to last because they were still the stupid, broken up them deep down.

Not to mention pretending to be lovers just to get Thomas’ parents off his back was lame as fuck. He had no idea why he agreed. Maybe he was lame too.

“I don’t know. We bumped into each other on a party and made out in a closet,” Thomas responded, the smile finally falling off, his eyes glued to the road before him. “And decided to try it again.”

“Ugh.”

“What, you have a better idea?” Thomas shot him a look and Newt snorted.

“We managed to talk normally again and realized we’re still in love with each other?” he offered, just to piss him off. “Since, you know, it happens to normal people?”

“What, sex in the closet does not?” There was that annoyance in Thomas’ voice again Newt knew so well. They usually talked to each other like that – annoyed, nagging, angry, and it wasn’t hard to fall back into it.

“Probably to you,” he averted his eyes from his companion and watched the passing scenery instead. “But I’m not that easy.”

“That’s true,” he heard Thomas whisper, more to himself, and rather buried himself lower into the seat. The fact their intimate life sucked the last month they were together hadn’t been a secret and Newt was very much aware it just sped up the fall of their relationship. But at that point it all felt wrong, and the last thing Newt had wanted was having angry sex, or sex out of obligation, or basically anything intimate without enjoying the other person’s company. Because they sure weren’t enjoying each other for some time already.

Thomas didn’t like it. And he was pretty open about not liking it. But then again, so was Newt.

And then they broke up. It was outside during Christmas, under the lit-up tree on the city square, and Newt still considered it the most unpleasant memory of his life. They were furious, both of them, and the breakup was inevitable, but when it finally came, it wasn’t an explosion full of shouting or accusing as he expected.

Nope, it was quiet, cold and devastating. Seven years down the drain, just like that.

“Let’s go with your version,” he heard Thomas saying roughly. “It happens.”

“Yeah,” he piped, closing his eyes.

In fairy tales.

***

“Oh my god, I knew it!”

It was the first thing that hit them both when the door to the house opened and Thomas’ mother ran out, shrieking like a siren while going straight to Newt and almost suffocated him in an embrace. “I knew you two would get back together, I knew it!”

“There goes the surprise,” Newt managed from the rest of his breath and when she finally released him just to run back to the house to tell the rest of the family the big news, he gasped like he was drowning.

“Good to know she’s as strong as ever,” he croaked, and Thomas hummed and took both of their bags to carry it inside. He had gotten visibly darker and grumpier the closer they got to his hometown and now he almost visibly carried a dark, raining cloud above his head, looking like he just arrived at his own funeral.

Newt followed him inside with surprising ease though, like returning to this place somewhat negated everything Thomas tried to spoil. He had only nice, pleasant memories of this house, and those people, so even if Thomas ought to be a dickhead, he could always enjoy himself here.

“Newt!” a roaring voice welcomed him next, and another crushing hug lifted him from the floor. Thomas’ father was a big, broad guy who could probably lift the house itself, and his jolly personality apparently remained untouched as well.

“Hi there,” the blond greeted him right the moment he got back to the ground, trying to withstand the bear pat that followed. “Haven’t seen you in forever.”

“Likewise!” the big guy cheerily replied. “Glad to see he came back to his senses! Was seriously afraid he’d bring that gloomy goth girl here, I don’t think we have enough black around for that.”

Teresa or Brenda.

“Nah, he still has a thing for blonds,” he replied with a smile and immediately heard Thomas’ scoffing from the living room. The fact that both Teresa and Brenda turned him down must have scarred his ego a lot.

The jab was worth it though.

***

“I’m so glad you’re here,” Anna (Thomas’ mum) patted his arm for about fourth time already since they arrived, her face fond and eyes happy, and it made Newt guilty as hell. They all gathered in the kitchen, which smelled like fantastic food and happy memories. “I swear the breakup was so shocking, we didn’t want to believe it. Tom took it so badly too, I-,”

“Mum,” Thomas’ voice sounded threatening from behind them. “Stop feeding him useless stuff. He just got off work and spent three hours in the car, let him breathe a little.”

She made a face at him but sent Newt an apologetic smile and gave him a muffin. Still tasted as he remembered, and he had to admit those small welcoming bits were the only brakes he had from running away. It wasn’t like Thomas was nasty towards him or anything – he wouldn’t dare since they’d call him out on it – but since they had the talk in the car Newt could feel the uncomfortable tension between them that always ended in an argument.

“You want coffee?” Newt realized Thomas was looking at him now, eyebrows raised, and he just nodded, not trusting himself to say anything.

“I’ll bring it to you, you can go sit with others,” Thomas added as if he couldn’t get rid of him fast enough and Newt didn’t argue with that logic. The moment he left the kitchen and sat between Thomas’ dad and sister, relief washed over him, and he could finally breathe a little easier.

“I thought you’d already be married to somebody decent,” Hannah (Thomas’ little sister) commented while she plastered herself against Newt’s side like she used to do when she was little. Newt haven’t seen her for about four years, give or take, and now she was 14 and apparently full of opinions. “And not wasting your time with him again.”

Him, pointedly looking at her brother who was sneering at her while entering the living room with Newt’s coffee, was seemingly normal occurrence lately, judging from zero reactions from the parents.

“I know, I’ll never learn,” Newt piped in anyway, which made Thomas sneer at him for a change, and almost spilling the coffee on him, not even trying to mask it as an accident.

“Do I have to be the target of your bad jokes?” he glared at them collectively and when Anna arrived after him with dinner, Newt felt nostalgic, like literally nothing changed, and he relaxed into it with more ease than he expected.

He was just glad Thomas was sitting further from him and didn’t need to force himself to act natural. When he reached for the coffee, his favourite taste of it surprised him, but he didn’t meet Thomas’ eyes.

***

“I have to say, you got even cuter,” Anna suddenly said once they were past dinner, Newt couldn’t eat or drink anymore or he would explode and decided to walk it out while helping her bringing dishes to the kitchen and putting them in a dishwasher.

“Anna,” he chuckled. “That’s not what a guy wants to hear.”

“I’m just saying,” she had a genuine smile on her face. “I feared I’d never get to see you here ever again. I know you don’t really want to talk about the breakup and all…”

She stopped for a second, her eyes searching, and Newt hated how strangely painful it made him feel. He sincerely hoped it didn’t show on his face.

“I just want you to know I’m happy you two got back together,” she concluded, which meant it definitely showed on Newt’s face and she saw it. “I know you must have your reasons back then and everything, but I’m just… so glad for you two. And I wish you’d visit more often as well.”

Newt’s chest tightened like he was about to have a heart-attack and he had to push the guilt back down with the power of his sheer will alone, right in front of her trusting, hopeful eyes, like he was disarming a ticking bomb with 10 seconds on the countdown. He expected maybe some initial awkwardness, or some of them poke fun at how they finally got their shit back together after three years, but this wasn’t the plan and he hated how he wanted to hide behind Thomas’ back and just push him to deal with this instead.

“Yeah,” he gulped down the rising agony. “We absolutely should.”

Liar.

“You were always such a great kid,” she pushed herself from the kitchen counter and pulled him into a tight, heartfelt hug. Tears almost spilled out of Newt’s eyes when she squeezed him with loving gentleness he didn’t want to feel again to know what he was missing. “We all love you so much. Thank you for coming back.”

He couldn’t stop the guilt anymore and quietly wept into her shoulder, praying to any higher power for her not to notice.

***

It wasn’t an escape. He did not run away like a coward the moment he could. He didn’t light up his cigarette outside on a porch with trembling hands because he couldn’t get his nerves under control. It just happened. He just felt like it. He just needed the fresh air, nothing else.

He thought, maybe if he kept telling himself that, the tears would eventually stop and he wouldn’t be sniffling anymore into the night, with sky sprinkled with stars and air cold enough to make his face feel like ice.

He heard the door opening only vaguely, his eyes stinging, until the automatic light flashed above him, signalizing a movement nearby. He noticed Thomas too late, he realized when he started pathetically wiping away tears into his sleeve.

“You okay?” Thomas asked a bit abundantly, seeing the state of his, but Newt had to admit there weren’t many other questions to ask anyway.

“Yeah,” Newt sniffled, trying to get his feelings under control, but failing miserably. “Sorry… just. Give me a few, I’ll be fine.”

Thomas took a step closer, and Newt hated how he flinched at that.

“Mum told you something?”

He had an unreadable face, Newt thought. Neutral and careful and Newt couldn’t say what he was thinking. He hated how the ability of reading this man just disappeared like the rest of their history.

“Nothing bad,” he shook his head and brought the cigarette to his lips, inhaling shortly. His hands still trembled but not as badly anymore. “Are they worried?”

“Not yet, I think,” Thomas replied quietly, glancing towards the door, then sighed. “I guess it’s… kind of painful.”

“Kind of,” Newt agreed softly. “But it reminds me how nice it was when it lasted.”

“Yeah,” Thomas finally glanced at him, his eyes a bit warmer. “It was amazing.”

Newt felt a lump in his throat forming, and the more Thomas was looking at him, the worse it got, until he couldn’t really stand it. So he offered a small, apologetic smile, put the cigarette out and returned back to the house with buzzing in his head and weird pressure in his chest.

The mischievous grins Thomas’ family gave him once he reappeared in the living room never felt so wrong.

***

Newt didn’t really plan on it, but since the night progressed and his company slowly started leaving for the night, he eventually fell asleep on the couch in the living room. He thought he heard somebody trying to wake him while softly saying his name, but he was too exhausted to rise to the challenge and just let his eyes close shut.

The last thing he noticed was sudden warmth engulfing him, like being hugged by a fluffy animal and then he was out like a light.

He dreamed of first loves and heartbreaks.

***

“You’re being 17 only once in your life, man, cheer up a little!”

Newt grumpily looked at the shot he was given with liquid of unknown origin and then back at Minho, who was grinning at him encouragingly, already drunk enough to be considered not the most reliable source of what fun is. Newt couldn’t say he liked the taste of any alcohol he tried so far, and even though Minho made it look like it’s the most delicious thing he ever had, every cup tasted like spirit and burned unpleasantly.

Sure, he was 17 today. Sure, he tried alcohol because everybody did to celebrate, but every time they looked away, he just poured the rest of his cup into something that could hold it (the cactus probably wasn’t happy about it and Newt mentally apologized to the plant when he disposed of the rest of his beer in its pot).

“Lemme take that from you,” a sudden movement on his side caused the small glass to be taken from his hand, and then a brown-haired boy downed the drink like it was water. Newt had no idea who he was, but since he saved him from possible vomit-inducing moments, he immediately liked him.

“My saviour,” he grinned once the boy tossed the empty glass back to Minho who barely caught it. The boy smiled back at him, his big, brown eyes warm and honestly really pretty.

“Thomas,” he introduced himself. “I take it you’re the birthday boy. Newt, right?”

“Right,” the blond nodded in agreement. “You here with Ben?”

It was just a guess, but he vaguely remembered Ben mentioned something about bringing friends over and Newt didn’t mind. The more people present, the easier would it be for him to disappear at some point to avoid being cornered with other alcoholic beverages.

“Yep,” Thomas nodded with a cute smile. Newt wondered if he was already at least a little drunk to be so easily charmed. “I know I should have brought a gift, since it’s your b-day and all, but I kinda came empty handed. Sorry about that.”

“Preposterous,” Newt faked a shock, hand on his chest and laughter bubbling in his throat, but Thomas was already fishing through his pockets as if he was searching for something to give, and that made him laugh for real. “It’s fine, Tommy. You saved me from alcohol poisoning, you have a free pass.”

“That’s lame though,” Thomas objected unhappily and then finally found his phone in his back pocket, looking at Newt expectantly. “Can I at least get your number? I swear I will make it up to you.”

Normally Newt would argue he didn’t need anything, for real, don’t sweat it, but the more he was looking into Thomas’ eyes, the more his common sense refused to work, and caving in was so, so easy.

“Sweet,” Thomas smiled happily when he saved the contact and then slung his arm around Newt’s shoulders, leaned close and took a quick photo of them both on his phone. “You won’t regret it.”

“I know I won’t,” Newt said, and he meant it.

***

He woke up with his head painfully pounding, like he slept too long or too short. In a moment of confusion of his whereabouts one glance across the empty but messy living room from yesterday’s festivities gave him the answer he sought – he was in hell and it smelled like pancakes.

He gingerly sat up, analysing the situation carefully, until his eyes stopped at the clock showing 12:04 and Newt refused to believe them. He couldn’t have possibly slept till noon, right? Thomas was playing a prank at him by rewinding the clock or something, there was simply no way. He usually woke up at 7, if he really had a deficit then 9 the latest and felt guilty about it. Twelve sounded like a bad joke.

Then again, his body was so sore it made sense. He had a crick in his neck, his legs felt wooden and stiff and there were creases from the couch everywhere on his naked skin. He had a soft, fluffy blanket draped around his body he didn’t remember even seeing yesterday but was grateful for anyway.

“Fuck,” he breathed out in mortification. “What am I even doing?”

“Having a zombie march, I’d say,” a voice interrupted his inner freak out mercilessly and he turned around too fast for his poor head to comprehend and world spun for a moment. “Thought you died or something, geez. Since when you sleep so long?”

Thomas was slowly walking towards him with a tray, trying to balance the cups with coffee on it, and once he successfully set it down, there was only a small puddle under one, so still a success. He brought pancakes and muffins Anna baked and Newt didn’t feel like his appetite was up to this.

“I dunno,” the blond rubbed his eyes sleepily. “I guess I wasn’t really sleeping as much these past few days…”

“Your back must hate you though,” Thomas glanced at the sofa pointedly. “Only sitting for too long on this torture device is painful.”

“Eh,” Newt shrugged. “I’ve had worse.”

“Well, you look like shit, so not much worse,” Thomas didn’t spare him, smirking at Newt’s apparently dishevelled appearance and he just flipped him off.

“Have a pancake, you’ll feel better,” Thomas pushed the tray closer.

“Maybe later,” Newt untangled himself from the blanked instead. “I need a bath.”

“Can’t argue with that.”

Newt mentally slapped Thomas so hard his face landed in the pancake cushion. In reality he just scoffed and wobbled out of the living room at the sound of his ex’ snickering.

***

Nobody really commented on Newt’s faux pas of passing out on the couch until it was time for lunch, but they did comment on his food habits (or better on having none). He barely ever ate breakfast in the morning, so he didn’t eat the fluffy pancakes, or the muffins Thomas brought him, but he did drink the coffee. Before he could even properly digest that Anna was already serving lunch and he had no way how to wiggle himself out of that one.

The rest of the day passed like a blur and when the evening came Anna was chasing him to the bed the first moment he yawned.

“You’re not going to ruin your back on this monstrosity!” she was pushing him up the stairs with Thomas behind her, laughing at them. “I don’t understand how we didn’t buy a new one yet, but now we have to, or you’d wreck yourself on it!”

“It wasn’t that bad,” Newt tried to argue, but she was having none of it and finally stopped in front of Thomas’ room, which… was an obvious choice, but Newt felt his blood running cold at the sight of the familiar area.

“I prepared clean towels and everything,” she pointed at a fluffy pile on Thomas’ desk. “Good night!”

“Yeah…” the blond barely got that out and she was already leaving, calling to others downstairs to help her choose a new couch so she could immediately order it online.

“Well, at least we’ll get rid of that relic,” Thomas commented while entering the bedroom as well, all smiles like he didn’t realize there was one bed, them broken up and Newt’s absolute horror.

“We’re not sleeping in the same bed, are we,” Newt ignored him with eyes fixed at the lodging in the room and Thomas crossed his arms on his chest, his lips in a wide grin.

“What, I clearly remember you saying there is nothing embarrassing about me anymore, since you heard me fart and all.”

“Oh god, shut up,” Newt wished his words were a spell and came true, but of course they didn’t work on Thomas, since he started laughing like a hyena. Anna naturally would let them both sleep in Thomas’ room, it was an obvious choice, but he sure hated it.

Thomas’ room was the same as Newt remembered it, but it made sense, since Thomas had his own place in the city for years. His family had no reason to change it, let it be the queen-sized bed, the blue-ish walls and sleek black furniture hugging the place. It had no sofa, which was the core of the problem for one of them and Newt’s regret of saying yes returned in full force.

“It’s not like it’s a small bed,” Thomas commented matter-of-factly once he had his fill of fun and sat at the edge of the incriminated furniture, obviously taunting him.

“It’s not like I care,” Newt bit out and circled the bed in disdain. “Sleep on the floor for what I care.”

“But it’s my bed,” Thomas argued with badly concealed glee. Newt guessed it was because now he could make fun of him now, which must have made him feel good after being a target of little quips from his family for two days. “If you don’t like me in it, you go sleep on the floor.”

“I’m a guest in here,” Newt crossed his arms on his chest. “Don’t you have any manners? Not to mention you owe me for coming here and playing your lying game.”

“It has nothing to do with manners or me owing you, you’re just being a stubborn ass as always,” Thomas corrected him and clearly didn’t feel like being merciful, especially when he just flopped onto the mattress and looked at Newt expectantly. “So, let’s calm down and get some sleep. I promise I won’t attack you until you’re awake again.”

“Shut up, jerk face,” Newt barked at him and grabbed the towel Anna left there, turning to leave for the bathroom, definitely not running away. “As if I’d bloody let you.”

“Mhmmm.” Thomas’ face was grinning, and Newt wanted to set his guts on fire.

Goddamn, fuck this all.

***

Of course Thomas already laid under the covers, one arm under his head, other holding his phone and leisurely scrolling through it. The room was bathing in darkness, outside of the small lamp on the bedside table. Newt still remember that lamp from years ago, and how they almost broke it when Newt accidentally knocked it over when they were having sex… here… okay, that particular memory really didn’t need to resurface right now.

“I know right,” Thomas suddenly spoke, looking at Newt pointedly. “I was surprised that thing still works too. Got banged so badly.”

“Hmm…”

“Not the only thing that got banged though,” of course the fucker had to add, and Newt tossed his shirt he was holding at him. Only got small laugh in response and then his shirt got dropped carelessly on the floor, left crumpled there like trash. Newt wanted to kick Thomas’ ass so bad he almost reached for his whole bag to hit him with it.

“Going to stand there whole night?” Thomas was acting smugly because he had an upper hand for now, the blond knew the tactics very well. Just milking the moment until one of them snap, he sure hadn’t changed. Newt seriously considered to just leave and sleep in the car if he had to.

“Are you going to be this insufferable the whole week?” he seethed, and Thomas shrugged.

“Define insufferable. Don’t feel like I am any of that.”

“Alright, then I’ll leave tomorrow,” Newt countered him, because he was honestly too tired already and couldn’t think of anything that would make Thomas to fall from his high horse for just one second. Or just show some understanding, because the moment they got in his room he made sure to make Newt as uncomfortable as possible. “You can tell your parents whatever you want, I don’t care.”

“Are you seriously throwing a tantrum over us sleeping in one bed?” Thomas sat up while putting his phone away and he had this old Star Wars shirt Newt got him for his 20th birthday and it was like a punch in his gut.

“Yes,” Newt just said and the warmth from the bath was slowly dissipating from his body, leaving him chilled and miserable.

“We slept together for 7 years,” Thomas objected with a small frown. “It’s not like you don’t know me. Or how I sleep.”

“It’s not like it matters in this situation.”

“I told you I won’t do anything,” another argument and Newt shook his head. He wasn’t even worried he would try anything; they were way past that phase anyway. It was just… so uncomfortable. “Jesus, Newt, please be reasonable. It’s cold, you’re shivering like a wet dog over there, I have perfectly normal, warm bed and we won’t even be touching. I don’t know what kind of block you have in your head, but can you just let it go for tonight and come here before you catch a cold and blame it on me too?”

“I-,” Newt couldn’t even start when a soft knock stopped him mid speech and the door opened few seconds later with Anna between them, smiling. Probably chaperoning, he would guess if he had a coherent thought.

“Just wanted to ask if you want chicken or steak for tomorrow lunch,” she chirped and Newt could almost see the loading screen in front of his eyes, for how much he couldn’t comprehend the sudden topic change.

“Go lie down, you’ll freeze out here,” she immediately noticed him standing there barefooted and pushed him gently towards the bed. “Do you want another blanket? I know you’re always cold. Thomas brought the fluffy one downstairs yesterday, should I fetch it?”

“It’s fine, I have two in here already,” Thomas interjected immediately and before Newt could react anyhow, Thomas reached for his hand and pulled him onto the mattress. “Will warm him up if that wouldn’t be enough.”

“Just try to be quiet, will you,” Anna seized them both in disapproving stare and Newt felt sick in his stomach. “So what. Chicken or steak?”

“I vote for steaks!” Thomas immediately shot out and Newt still didn’t understand what was even important about food in this situation, so he just nodded dumbly, and then Anna was leaving with good night and disappeared behind the door again, plunging the room into silence.

He could hear Thomas’ breathing close to his own and finally understood he lost this fight without much of a battle happening.

“Can we sleep now?” he heard Thomas ask, so he just slinked under covers and turned his back towards the man, feeling vulnerable and stupid at the same time.

***

They didn’t talk about the night. They didn’t really talk at all during the day, since when Newt woke up, Thomas was already gone, and Hannah mentioned something about him and his dad leaving early in the morning for whatever reason.

Newt hated how relieved he felt.

He spent most of the day with Anna making lunch and dodging questions about him and Thomas’ breakup and reconciliation. Anna didn’t pry as much as he feared she would, but she obviously wanted to know what happened three years ago and he had no nice answer for her, so he just kept it vague.

We stopped talking to each other properly.

We felt like we needed a break.

No, there was no bad blood between us, really. Absolutely no arguments that would cut too deep, I assure you. We just needed some time. We’re back together now after all, right.

The lies twisted so painfully on his tongue he was grateful when Thomas finally got back at 4PM and Anna’s attention turned to him instead. When the day progressed, Brian (Thomas’ dad) sat them all in the living room in the evening and opened his favourite bottle of whiskey he kept for special occasions.

They lit up fire in the fireplace and Anna brought over snacks, and just sitting there and chilling felt soothing to Newt’s guiltiness eating him up from within.

“We just sealed the deal with a new partner today,” Brian said in a booming voice when he was pouring a glass to Newt who was sincerely relieved his special occasion wasn’t Thomas and him dating again. Because that sure would send him out of the room quick, he could handle only that much before snapping.

“That’s fantastic,” he gingerly accepted the glass and watched Thomas doing to same when offered, wondering if he could somehow dump his own drink into his glass without being suspicious. They sat too wide apart though, with Thomas between his parents and Newt felt the gap deeply.

“That’s right! It means more work, but it’s going to be worth it!” Brian nodded happily and poured glass to Anna as well. When Hannah came with her own, he shooed at her to get juice instead, at which she pouted. “We were dealing with them on and off for about a year, so when they agreed to be a permanent supplier, it’s gonna make a difference.”

“You should invite the CEO for dinner,” Anna added to it and Brian immediately agreed. “But for now, cheers!”

Newt smiled and raised his glass as well, but his throat already hated it in advance. Once he sipped the wood-scented drink, he forced himself to remain passive and not make a disgusted face that was forcing its way up, grateful Anna and Brian were too busy planning what food to choose for the business dinner.

“Oh my god, can you stop shouting in my ear?” Thomas suddenly stood up when his dad leaned over him to his mum for umpteenth time. “Go sit next to her! Geez. I’m not a cushion you can bulldozer over.”

Brian laughed and pushed himself towards his wife on Thomas’ spot, which left Thomas to sit next to Newt with an unceremonious plop.

“I thought maybe cream cake for dessert?” Anna was brainstorming loudly in meantime. “Right, Newt? You always liked the cake.”

“Oh yeah, loved it,” Newt quickly switched his attention to her from Thomas’ sudden warmth next to him. “Think it’s a great idea for the dessert.”

“See!” Anna beamed at Brian happily and Newt flinched when his glass got bumped suddenly and he almost dropped it before he realized it was Thomas’ own glass touching it now.

“Pour some over,” he mumbled towards the blond quietly. “Before they notice and start pestering you about quality of well-aged alcohol.”

“Thanks…” he piped gratefully and hastily splashed most of his glass’ contents away. He noticed Hannah was looking at them, but she only rolled her eyes and started arguing with the parents that beef was no better than pork for the main dish.

“She’d drink it instead if she had a chance,” Thomas whispered towards him. “Going to be a fucking alcoholic before she reaches twenty.”

“Weren’t you the same though,” Newt objected automatically, and Thomas sipped his now almost full glass with a smirk.

“Never minded the taste, yeah,” he shrugged while licking his lips. Newt would believe from his expression the drink tasted good, if he didn’t know better. “I still like beer more though. This can easily knock me out of my socks if I’m not careful.”

“Mm.”

“You slept well?”

Newt stiffed at the question, as he expected he would if Thomas was going to breach it, and then forced his body to relax again while gripping his almost empty glass firmly.

“Fine,” he only uttered.

“Are we going to have a problem again tonight then or is it fine?” he heard Thomas asking in low voice and refused to meet his eyes. The night was alright, he slept more or less okay too, but that didn’t pose a problem in the first place, and Thomas knew it. Newt couldn’t say if it was Thomas’ way of being petty or getting revenge, but it sure bothered Newt like a thorn in his side.

“Can’t possibly kick you off, when your mum likes to check up on us,” he mumbled with a quick glance towards Anna, still in heated debate over food with the rest of the family. “So let’s pretend it’s fine.”

“I’m not pretending anything,” Thomas scoffed. “I don’t mind sharing a bed. It’s not like you’re a stranger.”

“Sure.”

“Hmm,” Thomas let out and then moved again, lifting his legs and deposited them rudely on Newt’s lap while leaning against the side of his dad who barely even noticed.

“Sure then,” he was grinning when Newt shot him a glare. “Love of my life.”

“I swear I’ll murder you,” Newt gritted through his teeth and refused to acknowledge how his heart thumped when Thomas smiled at him like he just said something overly sweet.

“Looking forward to it,” the brunet responded instead while sipping their shared drink and Newt twisted his big toe in revenge. Sadly, it didn’t have much of an effect.

***

“What the fuck happened to you over those years, jesus fuck!” If anybody asked, Newt didn’t sound like a naggy wife scolding her husband, no sir. “You can’t hold your liquor for shit!”

“Whaaa-,” Thomas’ attempt to sound offended interrupted a loud burp and then fit of laughter, all that when he was plastered over Newt’s back who was unceremoniously dragging him back to his room.

“If you throw up over my back, you’re dead,” he warned the drunkard coldly and Thomas let out hehehe but didn’t deny it. Newt suspected him he could walk just fine but wanted to be as obnoxious as possible, so Newt would have to take care of him in front of his amused parents who left them to it. Newt would be much happier if Thomas’ dad would toss his son to the bed one armed, because he definitely could, and wouldn’t leave Newt to fight with the deadweight all alone, but then again maybe it was for the best.

True enough, Thomas had in total of four and half glasses full of whiskey, even though Brian laughed at him to get drunk after three shots. Naturally didn’t know every time he poured Newt a fresh batch, even though Newt tried to tell him no thanks, he secretly dumped it into Thomas’ glass who drank it, just to get refilled from Brian again as well, and that went until the bottle was empty and Thomas started giggling.

Which led them to the situation at hand – with Newt dragging his ex up the stairs and to his room – their room – while swearing like a sailor, and then just dumping him onto the bed like a sack of potatoes where Thomas landed with soft oof.

“Why’s the room sp’nning…?” he heard the muffled question shortly after, looking at Thomas’ boneless form of a dead drunk with his face half buried in covers. “Make it stooop~.”

“You feel like barfing?” he asked instead of reacting to the drunk observation and Thomas groaned, then tried to push himself up, just to fail miserably. He tried two more times until he realized he really couldn’t get up because his arms wouldn’t support him, and just had to worm his way up to the pillow by crawling. Which was almost painful to watch, honestly.

“Neeeewt.”

“Oh for fuck’s sake,” the blond buried his face to his hands until another whine of his name came and he walked to the bed and pushed Thomas on his back instead. That got him a sloppy grin in return in a drunk haze.

“Hi,” the drunkard slurred. “How’re ya?”

“Sucky,” Newt answered while crossing his arms on his chest.

“Oh noooo…” another whine. “Whyyy?”

“Have to take care of one smashed idiot,” Newt nudged Thomas’ side with his knee, earning another giggle. He couldn’t say he had experience with drunk Thomas – or at least with this much drunk Thomas. If he ever got inebriated enough to be considered wasted, he just passed out, usually. But today’s drunk Thomas sure had some annoying stamina and kept himself awake for too long.

“I’ll protect you from ‘im,” Thomas managed to reach out with his hand, grabbing at Newt’s sweater. “C’me to the bed.”

“I think you need a bucket first,” Newt let him pawn his sweater with a sigh.

“Mkay.” The hand on his sweater stayed, grabbing randomly, until it dropped to Newt’s thigh where it lightly squeezed, and Thomas let an appraising hum. “You got thinner.”

“It’s just your imagination,” Newt pushed the hand away and it bounced back onto the mattress. “Get changed, I’ll be right back.”

“Nooo…”

He ignored the whine and left the bedroom with a lump in his throat. Drunk Thomas could be bad for his conscience.

***

He got back half an hour later, after a bath and finding a bucket he could deposit at the edge of the bed, in hope Thomas didn’t manage to throw up in meantime. He found him sleeping sprawled over the mattress, right in the middle, still in the same clothes and smelling like a liquor store. There was no barf anywhere at least.

“Sweet,” he sighed while putting the bucket near Thomas’ possible trajectory of his head if he felt like bending over and vomiting. “Glad we had this talk about sleeping together, huh.”

He slowly crawled onto the bed, careful not to wake Thomas up (though judging by his occasional snores it wasn’t happening) and slid under the blanket as much as Thomas’ weight allowed him.

In hindsight… there was no way he could be mad at him anyway, for today. No matter how drunk the man got, he still remembered how Newt didn’t like alcohol and Newt hated how it warmed his jaded heart.

He fell asleep eventually, dreaming of grabby hands and sad smiles.

***

“Your mum is going to hear us, you ass!”

“Don’t care.”

“Tommy!”

No response, only hot lips on his neck, licking and biting and pampering it with kisses and Newt just remained pinned against the door of Thomas’ room, taking the weight of his boyfriend against his body and roaming hands grabbing at his butt and then traveling to his thigh, hiking it up to settle against Thomas’s hip. His heart was beating so loud he couldn’t hear anything else, just thump thump thump of his blood roaring, and Thomas’s sweet nothings he was murmuring to Newt’s ear in a rough voice.

“I want you so much,” Thomas whispered when unbuckling Newt’s pants, sliding his hand under them against hot, naked skin, and Newt couldn’t hold back a moan, he just needed him closer, he needed to kiss him, to touch him, to get him inside-

“Fuck, you’re so hot,” Thomas bit out, voice strained, and Newt let him to lift him up and carry him towards the bed, their lips meeting in a messy, frantic kiss. It was painful, it was rushed, but it was what Newt needed, the brutal strength of Thomas’ body pushing into him and his own breathy moans coming out when their lips parted, and he heard a dull thud at some point when he was trying to hold onto the bedpost once Thomas thrusted into him so strong it made him see stars, but he didn’t care about anything else but pleasure and pain and adoration he felt when he was with him-

Newt woke up with a start, his body hot and aroused, and he felt on fire and caged and painfully hard. He could barely catch a breath when he noticed arms slung possessively around his torso and waist pushing him insistently against warm body behind him, waking up all his senses one by one like Christmas lights.

It took him a moment, the initial confusion clearing like a fog from his mind, making him realize Thomas was cuddling him from behind, one of his hands got under Newt’s shirt and was spread across his naked belly possessively.

“Shit,” he couldn’t stop himself from cursing and attempted to disentangle, but it only made Thomas to clutch to him harder, like a defence mechanism, unwilling to let go. He tried to push away one of the arms holding him, but Thomas slung a leg over his hips in response, trapping him even more.

“Don’t leave,” a sleepy voice sliced the silence and Newt stiffened once he felt hot lips on the back of his neck, mouthing there persistently.

“Thomas-.” He tried to turn around but couldn’t move an inch and Thomas bit down slightly, sending shivers down Newt’s spine.

“Mmm…” he heard the hum, and then the tense weight relaxed once Thomas fell asleep again, and Newt didn’t dare to move anymore.

It was going to be a long night and Newt refused to acknowledge the little voice in the back of his head screaming for relief by Thomas’ hand.

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